Chapter 167 – Episode 166. This Is the Place to Be Buried. You or I (2)
– Quaang!
A roar rang out.
The iron door leading to the inside of the self-sustaining tower, where Astain escaped, only made a loud noise and shook violently despite Asti’s kicking, but showed no sign of opening.
“It won’t open.”
He kicked the door with all his might again, but the iron door shuddered even more violently, with no sign of opening the door.
Even though the door doesn’t look that strong, the door won’t open even with Asti’s kicking with all her might.
“Look out of the way, Asti.”
Stopping Asti from kicking the door once again, Leopold grabbed the handle of the iron door.
When I twisted my wrist lightly, the handle turned with a grinding sound, and when I pulled without pushing, the iron door began to open without resistance.
“… “
“… Don’t go in.”
“Is that so? I’ll go in first.”
Embarrassed, Asti brushed off Snow Flower Jr., Who had been picked up, and glared at the inside of her self-sustaining tower.
And just as she stepped in and Leopold was about to step in after her,
– Crunches!
The iron door closed with a roar.
Standing alone at the entrance of Sogong-dong, Asti looked around in embarrassment when she heard her familiar voice.
“You crawled in well, Astrid.”
Astein was standing in the center of the calm drawn on the floor of the first-floor Sogong-dong inside the self-sustaining tower.
Even the clothes she was wearing at some point were foreign, a blackish red robe with a wide bosom.
The rings on each of her fingers were quite thick rings of gold.
Even in that ring, a dark red aura was welling up.
“Shamanism is superior to magic. Because you can do this.”
Dark red aura began to flow explosively from the ring.
She and her astein stood facing each other and the small cavity went round and round —
—Starts spinning.
The small cavity, which was relatively wide and the size of the parade ground in the palace of the Grand Duke Mitterien, begins to expand explosively.
Mountains appear,
Valley appears.
A bloody waterfall appears between the valleys,
Trees with skeletons of unidentified human beings clung to them began to grow thickly.
“Simsang Canyon, welcome to the realm of purgatory.”
A fishy smile bloomed on Astain’s face.
Asti did not respond.
She tossed her Snow Flower Jr., Which she was holding in her hand, at Astain with all her might, and was infinitely close to that piece of metal that flew away with the sound of cutting through her wind.
Snow Flower Jr., Who passed by, flew behind her without cutting anything as if he had cut Astein’s illusion, and crashed into a rock with a loud sound.
“Don’t think you’ll get your way here, Astrid.”
Astain was smiling leisurely.
Where he was standing, next to him was an altar with candles in a mess.
A large glass the size of an adult man stood on top of the altar, and a familiar red liquid was swaying in it.
A glass that was almost full, but not full.
Upon seeing the glass, Asti’s face wrinkled.
“What are you doing?”
“Astrid. Do you know why witchcraft is superior to magic?”
Astain walked around the altar and asked Asti.
Her gaze was directed towards Asti, but her gaze, which was full of white pupils with her pupils gone, was no longer human.
“It’s because magic that relies on trivial mana in the air can’t surpass magic that uses blood, the source of life. I now realize I, who have two blessings of intellect that you do not have, now do all things—”
Astain stood tall on the spot.
A red circle is drawn on that palm.
Golden letters are engraved around the circle, and eventually inside the circle—
– Saaaaa…
There was a sound as if ‘something’ was wriggling.
“Okay. I feel mastered about everything now. And that must be true.”
“It sucks.”
Asti kicked the ground.
What if the weapon doesn’t work?
If the weapon doesn’t work, it’s enough to squeeze it until it works.
Asti’s boot spurred her on the ground and she ran off.
The clenched fists of her iron-clad gauntlets glistened in the strange black-red light, and Asti tried to take her arms to leap, her enormous tail struck her.
– Bang!
Before I knew what had happened, her body flew to the corner of the self-sustaining tower and tumbled down the wall.
“Cheer… !?”
As she struggled to endure the pain she felt from her back, straightening her body as she rolled over, she saw something that looked like a diamond in her field of vision.
As soon as she instinctively flung her body to her side, it landed right where she was, and confirmed that there was nothing there, her body immediately lifted her body up and looked down at her.
“… No, what is this?”
It was a snake.
A snake the size of Asti’s thigh, pitch-black in color, was sticking out her tongue while making a shar ah sound.
The moment her red-hot eyes wanted to look down at her, Asti instinctively grabbed the head of her flying snake.
“… !”
Swallowing her screams to burst out, she slammed the snake’s head into the ground.
The edge of the iron-clad gauntlet wrapped around her finger was melting.
【Let’s change.】
‘Okay!’
As soon as Astrid came out, she hurriedly threw off the melting gauntlet, billowing up a cloud of smoke.
Then, without even looking at the snake, she started running.
Astein is where she is heading.
To be precise, the rock behind that where Astain is.
Snow Flower Jr. Stuck in that rock.
“Where are you going?”
Astain’s cold voice rang out.
“This.”
Astrid threw her body in front of her with all her might.
Bright red bloody arrows dripping with drops of blood follow the trajectory of her movement and pierce her into the ground.
Her last shot at her —
– Fang!
“?!”
To Astrid’s surprise, white light emanated from the bracelet on her left arm.
The bloody arrows that touched the white light disappeared completely, and Astain on the other side was frowning.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t prepare at all. Prince, it’s quite right.”
A box given by Leopold before going out in the morning.
It was the bracelet that was in the box.
Asti liked it without thinking, but Astrid thought that she was too modest for a simple proposal.
I did, but I didn’t expect it to be a protective gear for such great magic and sorcery.
“It’s pretty, Your Highness’s love is this much!”
Astrid took advantage of the gap and raised her body again before reaching her hand up.
When she stopped for a moment, her snake, which had been chasing after her, was thrusting down at her.
“Ugh, ugh… “
Astrid’s pale face crumpled in pain, and acrid smoke began to rise with a burning sound from the palm of her hand that gripped her snake’s head as hard as she could.
“Damn it, yes… Really.”
He grasped the snake’s neck with his right hand and the snake’s head with his left hand.
– Fang, Fang, Fang!
White light burst out in succession, and Astrid’s pain-mixed silence came along with it in proportion.
– Wood deuk…
With the sound of something ripping leather—
“I-I’m crazy.”
Astain’s bewildered voice was also heard.
– Chiyiik!
– Cheekyuk…
The white light faded.
And there, Astrid, who had lost his head and threw the torn off head along with the broken body of the snake, was standing up in rage.
“If you rip off the head, everyone will die, you asshole. You are no exception. It was you, teacher, who taught me that.”
Blood was dripping from the tips of his fingers.
The rising smoke dissipated, revealing Astrid’s palm, a mangled mess of blood, blisters, and pus of molten flesh.
“… Huh. Are you finding out?”
“Actually, I forgot. I remember it now.”
At those words, Astain smiled faintly.
“Yeah, it feels good to have a disciple recognize you.”
“What makes me feel good, I suck. Don’t be funny Let’s stick together again.”
Even in this state, the fighting spirit did not fade in the slightest.
Astein, who was staring at him, raised his hand again, and Astrid glared at Astain for a moment before tearing off the hem of her skirt.
The hem of a skirt torn long and thin.
The hem of the skirt that has now become a cloth.
Wrapping the cloth around his palm, Astrid frowned.
“It hurts like crazy, really. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been sick like this, but anyway, you’re going to die here today.”
“You’re funny, Astrid. It is you who die here. With you, I will complete the ruins.”
“… Don’t freak out, really.”
Astrid frowned.
First aid was given by wrapping it in a cloth, but it might be unreasonable to continue the battle with this palm.
“You learned so much and you don’t remember a thing. If you can’t come close, how on earth are you going to win?”
Amulets floated around Astain.
The amulets floated around Astain as if they had a will of their own, spinning as if to protect him.
“Do you think I will let you approach me? This realm of purgatory is my stage. I’m the lead role here, and you’re just a supporting role. Be humble and become my sacrifice.”
Arrows of blood float up.
Pajik, pajikjik… A red thundercloud began to roll in with a sound.
“I have never been a supporting character, sir. I am the one who is the main character to be born. The person who has been a supporting character since birth is you, the teacher.”
Those words were the signal flare.
Astrid’s boots hit the ground once again.
Blood arrows flew.
A white light burst out, and the bloody arrow had no significant effect on Astrid.
“Do you think I’ll let you get closer!”
Astain’s shout echoed.
However, when the white light faded, Astrid was already pulling out Snow Flower Junior.
“Okay, round two.”
He tore the hem of his skirt even longer.
Astrid looked at Astein as the torn skirt was wrapped around her palms and Snow Flower Jr., Tightly tying it so that it wouldn’t slip out of her hands.
“Hey, sir. I have two lives.”
Astrid smiled at her.
