A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 250



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Episode 250. Not bad.

Sorou quickly prepared his magic.

The preparation time, which already takes 3 minutes at the least, has been reduced to 1 minute, making it impossible to guarantee stability.

Sorou used his resourcefulness to reinforce him.

A diagonal line drawn to block the demons.

So, it’s a funnel shape with an entrance that gradually narrows.

This would not only disperse the shock, but would also naturally have the effect of gathering them toward the center.

If you pay a little more attention to the center, you can increase stability even if other areas are not so solid. You can buy a few more seconds.

It would be great if you could hit all the demons gathered like that and then jump behind the barrier.

In any case, the amount of mana used is the same, so it is definitely more economical than simply building a wall in a straight line.

Sorou handed out catalysts to Dauphin and Schmidt and instructed them to spread the catalysts in a V shape. The two, who had been working together for a long time, understood Sorou’s instructions perfectly without any further explanation and came back after spreading the catalysts as Sorou had imagined.

Meanwhile, Sorou prepared his magic with his eyes closed.

To be exact, I just closed my eyes.

Hearts’ yellow eyes were calculating the distance while watching the approaching waves of demons.

“yet.”

Doo doo doo doo doo!

Harts watched the waves approach, and shouted at the most opportune moment.

“now!”

His half-closed eye suddenly opened.

A large-scale ice spell was cast, emitting a chilling blue light.

Kwagagagagagag!!

Sorou’s brow furrowed.

Given the circumstances, I was a bit uneasy because the magic was prepared in a hurry, jumping through the stages.

As expected, the magic was not fully activated.

Magic is essentially the aesthetics of preparation.

The basics of magic warfare is to drag your opponent into the battlefield you have prepared.

The basics of magic are to take your time, calculate the spell, check for errors, and activate the prepared magic at the right moment.

Sorou was unusual in that he could skip complex calculations with his innate intelligence and intuition.

Of course, if other wizards had seen this large-scale magic being cast in less than a minute, they would have been speechless.

Anyway, it didn’t suit Sorou’s taste.

Because if things continued like this, it wouldn’t be possible to stop it for even 1 second, let alone 5 seconds.

There is nothing more inefficient than magic that fails to accomplish its intended purpose. It is waste itself.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, I suddenly heard a shout from behind, and something containing a high concentration of cold energy surged towards the magic circle like a tidal wave.

It was a strange atmosphere.

It was vague and out of reach, but at the same time, I could feel an enormous amount of power concentrated within it.

Like a river that is calm on the surface, but flows uncontrollably and powerfully underneath.

It was a huge river flowing into the lake, and it was a flood.

“uh?”

It seemed to flow at an incredible speed along the path of mana that he had drawn… … .

Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!!

The color changed and it was strengthened into twice as large ice thorns.

No, it may have just gotten bigger in size. The intensity was incomparable to before.

The demons charged at the reinforced ice thorn wall.

A huge crash was heard.

As a result, the hastily constructed ice barricade was not breached.

Schmidt looked back with a dumbfounded face.

The crazy guy who boasted that he would help even though he wasn’t even a wizard was laughing.

“It’s been about 10 seconds now, right?”

“… … .”

The madman who fell from the foggy cliff once and miraculously came back to life with an unknown force did not stop there.

“Okay.”

He grinned like a boy whose mischievous spirit had been aroused, then again infused his magic circle with high-concentration energy.

“… … !”

This time, it was a fierce aura, like a coward.

It was clearly not mana, but the unidentified thing that extended at a frightening speed through the amplifying magic circle reached the barricade made of ice in an instant.

Hurrruk!

It burned blue.

“… … .”

The ice was burning.

Sorou stared blankly at the incomprehensible sight with his mouth half open.

* * *

As a result, the second wave was suppressed.

It was a fairly successful outcome considering the severity of the situation.

I cautiously but proudly state my opinion because the initial response was good.

The V-shaped ice thorn wall, a joint creation of Sorou and I, succeeded in stopping the wave for about a minute.

Of course, it wasn’t just me and Sorou.

Not only was the ice thorn wall strong, but while the demons were being impaled and blocked by the thorns, the poison that Linda used to poison the demons was sprayed, weakening or killing a significant number of the demons, creating a thick secondary wall.

Also, in the meantime, my blue flame spread like a spark that fell on well-dried firewood.

Even without that, the fire spread very well, to the point where it was pleasant to see them gathered together.

Those who ran at the very front met the most miserable end.

I drank Linda’s poison while impaled on a wall of ice thorns, and then became a sacrifice to my blue flame.

Penetrator, viper, spray.

It is like achieving the triple crown of the death realm.

It was only natural that during the minute or so that the waves were blocked by the reef, the barrage of shells and the peacock’s messenger hand descending from the green-tinged sky did not stop.

However, there was nothing they could do about the overwhelming amount of water pouring in, and eventually the ice wall burst apart as if it was about to burst.

The first thing that exploded was the end of the V, where the most people were gathered and where the force was most concentrated.

Then Adrian’s monsters stood there blocking the area with their bodies and started to crack their heads.

In particular, the dual-core bone mask Bernheim, which Adrian boasted about and even named, even showed off its might by breaking the head of an A-class demon weakened by Linda’s poison.

No matter how weakened it was, an A-class was still an A-class. It couldn’t have been anything but a great thing.

Perhaps inspired by Bernheim’s actions, the rest of the Sherwood men did not stay still.

The guys singled out only the Class A demons who were still unconscious from Linda’s poison and strangled them.

Dauphin occasionally cut down the men with a flashy sword, Schmidt created a golden spear and threw it around to beat them up, and Linda danced around, spreading her solo dance even further.

Harts dug deep into the waves and swung his sword like a madman. Who would call him a beast?

I joined in on the momentum and flew around above their heads with the Black Ship, mainly dealing with high-ranking demons.

It was a lot easier thanks to Linda’s poison spreading.

After doing their best, they ordered a withdrawal at an appropriate time.

Because if we continue like this, it’s obvious that we’ll be consumed by the waves of evil.

“withdrawal!”

Of course, there were some people who didn’t listen well, so I had to hit them on the back of the head and bring them in.

A representative example was Hearts.

Bam!

“You crazy bastard, get out.”

Before the waves of demons could reach the walls, Adrian cried out desperately, “Bernheim Army!” and I grabbed the back of his neck and retreated beyond the wall.

If someone saw me, they would think I had separated from my family.

After that, everything went smoothly.

After taking refuge behind the barrier through the magic passage in the wall imprinted with ancient magic, I waited for the soldiers on the wall to finish clearing out some of the enemies with crossbows and various weapons, then followed the Duke who happened to be leading his knights over the barrier and finished them off.

To be honest, I did everything.

No, I did more than necessary.

“Oh my god, I’m dying.”

My limbs were sore from the continuous fighting.

Still, I felt refreshed after beating up the demons to my heart’s content.

The battle was over and the soldiers came out and started cleaning up.

Since there were many corpses of demons, that was also a problem.

As I was quietly watching the scene, I saw a peacock approaching from over there.

It was so big that I couldn’t help but notice it.

I looked at the owner of the turquoise sword who was approaching me with blood splattered all over his body.

Perhaps because he used the Aurora Sword a lot, he looked very tired.

“… … .”

The Duke of Elsevier came up to me and stared at me blankly for a moment.

Since he was a gentleman whose expression never changed, it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Before I knew it, the surroundings became quiet.

The knights and soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked this way.

After a short but long silence.

The Absolute of the North, also known as the Guardian of the North Wall, the Watcher of Eternal Winter, and the Nightmare of the Demons.

The mouth of the ash-grey lion Duke Guiller Elsevier, the owner of the turquoise sword Aurora among the eight swords, opened.

“Ashvan Sherwood.”

“yes.”

The gray lion, who seemed like he would never smile in his life, smiled.

“Better than Guston.”

“… … !”

From far away, I could hear Dauphin and Harts muttering in a dazed voice.

“Brother, have you seen that? I’ve seen that guy smile so many times in my life.”

“Did you just hear that? He’s better than the captain.”

“Wasn’t our captain the only man the Duke recognized?”

“That’s right. So now even Ashvan has been recognized?”

“Oh my… It’s a rare sight in many ways.”

“Wow… You laugh so much. I thought you forgot how to laugh.”

“Huh… A guy who doesn’t seem like he’d bleed even if you stabbed him… … .”

Whether or not, the Duke of Elsevier still smiled and patted my shoulder.

“You’ve worked hard. Let’s go in and have a drink.”

The Duke also turned his attention to the scouts who had suffered together with him and the early wave suppression team.

“You too.”

“alcohol?”

At the mention of alcohol, Sorou strode forward with his blue eyes gleaming, followed by Dauphin shaking his head and Sir Monde grumbling.

Monde Kyungdo also had a hard time.

Escorting is a much more difficult and nerve-wracking mission than just fighting blindly.

However, thanks to his experience as the princess’s guardian knight, Sir Monde was able to complete the mission safely.

Whatever.

Linda, who was ignoring even the Duke’s words, was busy collecting the demon’s blood, and her scout partner, Schmidt, was helping her from the side.

Anyway, they are a bunch of self-willed guys.

I stopped the peacock from turning around with words.

“Your Majesty, have you forgotten anything?”

The peacock looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“Did you forget something?”

I called out to Adrian, who was touching the bone mask of Bernheim Army sadly over there.

He said this while looking at Adrian who was approaching with a bewildered face.

“Haven’t we shown enough results?”

Adrian’s contribution in this battle was by no means small.

The performance of his monster unit was outstanding.

This is the extent of not being able to utilize the A-class magic stone yet.

I’m afraid of what I’ll look like if I get support.

“Did you call?”

The Duke looked at Adrian holding the bone mask for a moment, then immediately called his adjutant and gave instructions.

“Give Adrian priority over the body.”

“yes.”

Then he spoke to Adrian, who was looking at him with wide eyes.

“If you need anything else, just let me know.”

“……yes!”

Adrian answered with a moved face.

In fact, it was only natural, given his performance.

Because the Duke was a plain man.

The peacock looked at me with a face that said, ‘Is it okay?’, and I nodded in satisfaction.

“Then go.”

The peacock walked ahead with brisk strides.

“Ah, Lord Ashvan… …!”

Adrian’s eyes sparkled.

I think it might be because it was the first time I had shown some decent results and had it acknowledged.

“That’s good.”

I just smiled at Adrian, who was twitching his lips and not knowing what to say, and followed the Duke.

Clap clap clap.

As we followed the Duke, the knights and soldiers of the North began to applaud us one by one, and soon it became a huge wave.

Clap clap clap clap… … .

A line of gruff northern men lined up on either side of us and applauded us generously.

Their applause was never light.

I feel like a hero.

Cheonma said with a low smile.

[How are you feeling?]

He smiled faintly.

“… … Not bad.”

The Thousand Horses Are Stuffed in My Head Episode 251