A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 258



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Episode 258. The Third Face

The demons were crossing the white land.

Waves of demons surge forward, filling the pure white snowfield with black.

… … Gulp.

The soldiers on the wall swallowed dry saliva and looked at the overwhelming sight.

A nightmare was coming.

No matter how brave the men of the North were, they could not remain calm when they saw waves of demons rushing in, turning the horizon pitch black.

At that time, there were those who ran towards the waves of those devils.

The soldiers looked down and took in their figures crossing the white ground.

“It’s Sherwood!”

Someone’s shout was met with thunderous cheers.

“Wow!!”

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

The somewhat gloomy and tense atmosphere above the wall was filled with morale as the heroes bravely stood against the waves of demons.

The soldiers shouted and stabbed the sky with their spears.

The duke muttered after looking around the top of the wall.

“I guess there’s no need to make a separate speech.”

The adjutant agreed.

“yes.”

The peacock took note of the one in front.

A man with eyes as red as blood.

Sherwood’s new manager.

Ashvan Sherwood.

“… … .”

A strange light appeared in the peacock’s eyes as he looked at him.

The peacock saw the special forces running across the snowy field in a triangular formation… … .

“hmm?”

He raised his eyebrows.

Because even though the distance had narrowed to some extent, there was no sign of slowing down at all.

They were shouldering the grave mission of having to defeat two S-class demons.

For him, the general response would be to conserve strength as much as possible.

Realistically, there is no way to avoid that pitch-black wave.

Enough to fill the horizon.

No matter what, I thought I could escape by attacking the flank and taking the best possible detour… … .

“Sir, really?”

Those madmen were charging head-on into the waves of demons.

The adjutant seemed embarrassed as well, muttering to himself in a very embarrassed tone.

“Huh, huh? Just like that?”

and.

Kwakwakwang!!

A collision occurred.

“Wow!!!”

The soldiers’ shouts filled the walls.

They shook their windows and cheered.

Men were simple.

The recklessness with which he threw himself into something cool, regardless of strategy, sent an inexplicable shiver down my spine.

My blood was boiling.

They are so overwhelmed by the force that their hands tremble just by looking at it from this far away, and yet they are confronting it head on?

‘Is that the strongest mercenary group, Sherwood?’

The rough men paid their heartfelt tribute to the cool heroes with cheers.

It was the highest compliment they could give.

The heroes’ reckless actions touched their idols.

“What the… … .”

The adjutant, at a loss for words, opened his mouth halfway.

No matter what, it’s like that.

Just going head-on against that amount of material.

Are you saying that Sherwood is full of only thugs?

“hmm.”

Even the peacock let out a sigh.

‘Those crazy guys.’

Whatever.

The soldiers’ blood boiled with excitement at Sherwood’s reckless advances, and they shouted with excitement and determination.

“Wow!!”

“Sherwood!!!”

* * *

Shit. I did it for nothing.

I was trying to imitate a reef that splits waves for no reason, and this side almost got split.

It was cool and refreshing when we first collided, but afterwards, the endless amount of water rushing in made me dizzy.

Only the captain can break through.

Cheonma clicked his tongue.

[Pathetic guy.]

“No, Master. You should have stopped him.”

[Did you hear me say that?]

“… … .”

I kept my mouth shut and fought through the waves of demonic forces.

After the initial collision, I tried to hide as much as possible.

It had to be that way.

Because if I tried to cut down all the guys blocking my way, it was obvious that I would be defeated before I could even fight their king.

I ran between them, avoiding the pouring demons somehow, or ran over their heads with the black ship, going against the waves.

If there’s any good news though, it’s that the front lines have been thrown into disarray as we’ve been rambling along?

Those who advance towards the wall while looking straight ahead as their original goal, those who are distracted by us and change direction, bump into each other, fall, get trampled, and unintentionally end up killing each other.

It wasn’t just one or two guys doing it, but hundreds or thousands of them doing it, so it was a real mess.

‘Confused, confused.’

Leaving behind the unexpected achievement, I quickly pushed my way through the guys.

Still, it was fortunate that the wave density became lighter as we went further back.

I just barely made it back up until the waves died down, then looked around to find the originator of the idea.

“What kind of kid told you to do this!”

Likewise, Haatz, who had emerged from the waves, ran beside him and answered.

“It’s you, you crazy bastard.”

“ah.”

Come to think of it, that’s true.

It was my opinion that I gave impulsively.

But if a man draws a sword, he must cut it down.

I scolded the guy who agreed with my opinion.

“You piece of shit, Hearts! You should have said no!”

“You said you’d do it, but you’re fucking around.”

“What? X?”

Dauphin, who had leisurely emerged from the waves, intervened.

“Go to sleep, brothers. Don’t fight.”

The arrows of criticism were directed at the Dauphin.

“Come to think of it, that Dauphin was the one who said yes first.”

“That’s right! I said it would be nice to loosen up.”

“Relaxing is fucking crazy. Do you want to relax your head too?”

“no…….”

I looked at the members who had crossed the waves while fighting.

Fortunately, everyone was safe. It seemed like they each had their own way of getting through the waves.

Well, if you struggle with something like this, you’re not Sherwood.

“That Dauphin, I knew it when you started stealing Gillentine by yourself.”

“Thief.”

“You punk.”

“A talkative piece of trash.”

“A short stature.”

“… … .”

For some reason, criticizing others gave me strength.

Is this the power of criticism?

We ran behind the somewhat sparse waves, chastising the suddenly silent Dauphin.

“Are you sure they weren’t there?”

“There wasn’t any. I’m sure of it.”

I had hoped so, but the king and queen of the demons never took the lead.

If those guys had led the people from the front, things would have been difficult in many ways, but fortunately, they were nowhere to be seen.

Is this what’s waiting for us?

I thought that it might be possible because S-class entities have considerable intelligence.

It could be that they are waiting behind us because they really want to have a proper fight with us.

Or, they may be waiting, having created a battlefield favorable to them.

Whatever it is, just go check it out and break it.

At that moment, a white beast burst forward through the snowstorm, and the woman riding on it spoke to me.

Her blazing red hair fluttered in the wind.

“Ashvan.”

A calm tone, as if one had just come out for a walk.

The red witch was riding on the back of a white fox that had suddenly transformed into a large wolf.

“Sister.”

The Red Witch, Scarlett Bellucci, smiled and waved.

“See you later. Don’t get hurt.”

“You too, sister.”

A huge white fox with red fur around its eyes glanced at me.

The guy’s tail had grown into three pieces.

“It will be done in no time.”

I scolded Miho for being so big and showy.

“You bastard. Don’t let your guard down. It’s been a long time since you returned to your original state.”

The guy snorted.

“You take care.”

“Did you bring your sword?”

Scarlett answered.

“I took care of it.”

He nodded.

“Then have a nice trip.”

“Okay. Be careful. I’ll come and help you when I’m done.”

With those words, Miho and the red witch riding on top of her ran to the right, creating a gust of wind.

“Sister! Take care!”

Harts’ voice, a little late, continued for a long time.

No, is it Sorrow? I don’t know.

The number of people to kill the king and queen of the demons was divided in advance.

The queen of the demons, ‘Half Dragon’, is Miho and Scarlett.

The king of the demons, ‘Snowman’, is the rest of the group.

There were only two of them, but I wasn’t worried at all about them.

The worst devil and the red witch.

Who cares about whom?

Although this is their hometown, it is an extremely advantageous place for them.

Now that those two have been dispatched, we should be able to subdue them without a hitch unless there are any special variables.

When I heard the explanation from my older sister… … .

It’s hard to show your strength here.

After all, she was a red witch, a fire wizard.

She explained that in this place where the inexorable snow and ice constantly swirl around, the power of magic is greatly weakened.

So he said he would just be assisting.

Miho said she would fight from the front and I would support her from behind, but if I were her opponent, I would have run away immediately.

Anyway, I decided to leave the queen’s side to those two and worry about myself.

On the contrary, this may be the more dangerous one.

Even though there are a lot of people, I can’t help but feel like our power is lacking compared to those two.

Two of Sherwood’s strongest fell to that side.

Cheonma expressed his doubts.

[Those two are the strongest? Didn’t you say that the one who uses the greatsword is the strongest?]

“Well, it depends on the situation.”

If you ask who is the strongest in Sherwood, I have my own answer.

In a normal situation, I would choose Guston the Greatsword as my first choice without hesitation.

In special circumstances it may be a little different.

The strongest man in Sherwood is… … .

Guston the Greatsword, the angry red witch, Miho who returned to her true self, and… the third-faced swordsman.

Cheonma was interested because my answer was unexpected.

[The third face?]

It’s not for nothing that I called that swordsman a multiple personality person instead of a split personality person.

The two-faced swordsman has a hidden third face.

It’s natural that no one knows.

Because, except for Sherwood, all those who saw his third face were banished from this world by the bastard. Every single one of them.

He is an extremely dangerous guy.

When the third personality that was in deep sleep awakens… then the devil will no longer be a problem.

[Hoo… … .]

While we were on the subject, I cautioned Harts, who was running beside me.

“Hey, you lunatic!”

“what!”

“Be careful not to let that guy come out.”

“… … You do well, you punk.”

After exchanging some words of wisdom.

We ran through the relatively deserted demons toward the white mountain range that was dimly visible in the distance.

Seol-san looked down at us with a noble and silent attitude.

* * *

I climbed the snowy mountain through the swirling snowstorm.

The snow-capped mountain I climbed after a long time was truly quiet.

Except for the sound of the wind that was getting stronger and stronger.

WHEEWOOOOONG!

The mountain range filled with demons was only noisy with the sound of the wind.

Their numbers gradually decreased, and by the time we crossed the third ridge, not a single one could be found.

We had the snow-covered mountains to ourselves, swept by a blizzard.

They say the calm is before the storm.

There was no calm before the storm.

I took the lead.

Because I had already roughly figured out the terrain through several reconnaissances.

As we went further, the snowstorm became more intense.

I don’t think it was this strong originally.

It was a strange thing.

By the time we crossed the sixth ridge.

Hud, riding behind the dark blue tiger spirit, asked.

“Where are you going?”

“I was in the eighth mountain range at that time.”

“You’re going that far?”

“maybe.”

Even though I passed by quickly with my eyes wide open, I couldn’t detect any sign of the bastard.

Could it be that they are deliberately trying to drag us far away?

Why?

To isolate us? To drain our stamina? Because the terrain there is advantageous to us?

Many thoughts came to mind and went through my mind.

There was nothing I could know.

We have no choice but to get there as quickly as possible and beat them up.

Even at this very moment, a war was raging on the Wall.

There isn’t much time.

“Is everyone in good physical condition?”

Maybe it’s because I was a bit rushed.

Looking back, the guys were catching their breaths, which had become somewhat ragged, and were pretending not to budge.

But the situation wasn’t so good.

The relentless snowstorm was slowly wearing away my stamina.

Even though I was in the lead and helped to disperse the rain somewhat with the wind, it still looks like this.

… … Why do I feel like I’m already getting caught up in it?

I tried to shake off my anxiety and moved forward.

The valley of the eighth mountain range that we arrived at.

The place where we met that guy last time.

【Welcome… come… … .】

In that place where not a single breeze blew, the king of demons was waiting for us.

【Strangers from a time of crisis… 】

Hurd muttered in disbelief.

“… … It’s a real snowman, isn’t it?”

“I told you, it’s a snowman.”

“I just thought they looked alike.”

Dauphin touched his chin as if he found it interesting.

“A talking snowman? What a rare sight.”

Harts frowned.

“That looks unpleasant.”

Schmidt’s eyes widened, and Linda looked back and forth between the vial in her hand and the snowman.

It seemed like he was worried that his poison would affect the snowman.

“Is there such a thing as a devil?”

Shushuruta was also embarrassed.

“Rather than a demon… it’s more like a strange evil spirit possessing an ordinary snowman.”

He shrugged.

“Because the transformation of the devil is innocent.”

“Hmm.”

【Flowers… … .】

Just as the snowman was about to say something.

A purple whip flew out in an instant, separating the creature’s head from its torso.

puck!

My head, which was trying to say something more, rolled around in the snow in vain.

“… … .”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the owner of the whip.

Hudmilla shrugged.

“Why? You said you didn’t have time?”