The Berserker’s Second Playthrough in the Game - Chapter 244



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Episode 244 Blind-eyed shaman (2)

The festival is over. The demonic carnival that harvested pain and despair is over. The great festival of the human race that brought destruction upon themselves is over.

A grand event always leaves behind a lot of trash. In the empty space where the magic had dispersed and the full moon hung, there were human corpses with their throats cut off and their stomachs torn open, demonic limbs that resembled pitchforks, and viscera that were still slimy and still fresh.

The good news is that the person who made the mess is recycling the trash himself.

Deep – !

A man stabbed the devil’s artery with a dagger. The red-haired girl standing next to me pretended to vomit.

“Ugh… … what? Are you really going to take that and drink it again?”

“Yes. I don’t know when we’ll meet again, but I can’t throw away the precious demon blood.”

“No, that… … Can’t you just not drink it? You get really weird after drinking that, Kadim… … . He was asking me who I was, talking nonsense, and cutting an ax in the air… … .”

“… … Instead, didn’t I save my life thanks to that? If I hadn’t drunk the devil’s blood this time, you and I would both have died.”

“… … .”

Certainly, that was the case.

This time, the enemy they faced was a superior demon with two horns. If Khadim had not drunk blood to strengthen his body, it would have been a formidable opponent that they would never have been able to defeat.

However, she didn’t feel like letting her only companion lose their sanity… … No, soon they wouldn’t be the only companion, but she didn’t feel like it anyway… … In the end, the girl magician, Melissa, nagged at them not to drink the blood anyway.

“No, why don’t you just make it so that you don’t have to drink in the first place? This time too, if I hadn’t come to save that… woman, I wouldn’t have had to run into that devil, right?”

“… … .”

Kadim’s face hardened as he spoke seriously. That was no different from offering one of the warriors who were supposed to save the world as food for the filthy demon.

It had been agreed upon a long time ago that she would be a new companion. In the end, Melissa quickly backed down. She grumbled that she felt sick for no reason, then glanced at the woman who had broken up their companionship with a disapproving look before leaving.

Only two people remained in the bloody clearing.

A large man receiving blood from a canteen for business purposes, and… … A white-haired woman lying quietly like a still life.

The woman’s eyes were unfocused. Her pupils, which contained only a halo of the moon in the colorless irises, looked more like those of the dead or blind than of the living.

It was worth it. She just lost everything she had. The village people who have known her all her life, her mission to stop the devil sealed by her magic, and her noble values ​​of protecting everyone until the day she dies, even if no one recognizes her.

By none other than your own choice.

“… … .”

It was inevitable.

Due to a foolish mistake by the villagers, the sealed demon was released. No one helped her until the end, and everyone ended up becoming servants of her devil. Meanwhile, the offer of the man who appeared like a savior and risked his life to protect her was something she could not refuse.

‘Speak! Please kill all of those guys!! Slaughter all those things that are shackling you and get them out of this fucking living hell!!’

‘… … .’

She made a decision, and the man stayed true to his word.

They slaughtered everyone, regardless of whether they were demons or humans.

Zzz – ugh! Gulp… … .

Kadim pulled out his dagger. The water bottle was filled with demon blood. As he closed the stopper tightly, a drop of blood suddenly splashed on his arm. He licked it away without thinking.

At that moment, the woman’s blurry eyes regained focus.

What was the reason? Because you are astonished at the monstrousness of a man who drinks devil’s blood like a spring? Because I admire the boldness of facing countless enemies without fear? Either this or that… … Do you feel a sense of futility when the devil you spent your whole life trying to stop has turned into nothing more than a lump of blood?

There must have been countless things to ask, but the first question that came out of those delicate lips was unexpectedly this.

“that… … “What does it taste like?”

“… … .”

For a moment, stare intently into the eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

Swallowing the scent of blood on the tip of his tongue, Kadim answered calmly.

“It’s not sweet.”

*

The chill of the cold wind gradually grew bitter. The embers of the bonfire fluttered precariously. The cold coolness suppressed the seething excitement.

As his head cooled, Kadim came to a realization.

It was completely different now than it was then. Cyril lost his eyes when he reached the depths of the Demon Realm. When they first met, he still had two eyes that held the moonlight. The priestess who covered her eyes with a yellow cloth was definitely not the white-haired priestess they had met the first time.

But it was too coincidental.

How could it be that a wilderness shaman, a blind shaman at that, appeared while drinking devil’s blood and asked the same question as Cyril did?

Above all else… … She had the nickname ‘Maengan’s shaman’.

“… … That’s not your original nickname, is it?”

“… … .”

“Didn’t you hear about it from the old shaman? “That nickname belongs to a shaman who defeated the great evil a long time ago and built 100 ruins for me.”

The Daejeon’s question was filled with cold anger. Yebril, the blind-eyed shaman, answered calmly without wavering.

“The earth can never take the name of the land. If there is a land called the wilderness, even if the wind blows the grains of the earth and the storms tear the ground apart, it will still be called the wilderness.”

“… … “What nonsense.”

“That name is the earth, and we, the priestesses, are nothing more than nameless, drifting dust. Now, I have taken that place in her place, but I too will have to leave this place someday. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous to claim that some grain of earth is bigger than others and thus be the wilderness itself?”

“… … .”

Three furrows formed between his dark eyebrows. His forehead twitched and his veins stood out.

“So… … Are you saying that you, not Cyril, are the real ‘Priestess of the Blind Eyes’?”

“Yes that’s right. “Great warrior of Atala.”

“… … Have you thrown away your respect for your ancestors? Just because you can’t see ahead, you can take all the fame and fame that your ancestors have built up.”

“The earth does not choose the place where I dwell. I was simply swept away by the winds of the wilderness, and I will silently continue the legacy of the previous generation, the ‘Priestess of the Blind Eyes.’ Just as you gained the reputation of a great warrior and continued the legacy of the previous ‘great warriors’… … .”

“Well, I don’t even know who they are.”

As he said that, Kadim secretly grabbed the axe handle. Although Evril pretended to be calm, he couldn’t stop the corners of his lips from quivering slightly.

Kadim caught it without missing a beat.

‘You’re even using your mind’s eye. Just like Cyril did… … .’

‘Mind’s Eye’ is a high-level spell that replaces sight with the mind’s eye. The mystery of how a blind person could walk all the way here alone has been solved. Cyril was also able to continue his journey in the Demon Realm even after losing his eyes thanks to his mastery of ‘Mind’s Eye’.

But the more we talked, the more the déjà vu feeling of seeing an old colleague faded.

This priestess maintained an extremely dry attitude even when she saw him. She was a woman who worried about the Great Warrior more than anyone else, and she was so extreme that it was burdensome. Furthermore, unlike Cyril, who tended to speak as directly as possible, Iza used to speak in a twisted manner like other priestesses. It meant that she lacked supernatural powers and could not clearly perceive the secrets of the heavens and divulge them.

Soon, a deep sense of disappointment set in.

Because I was inclined to think that this shaman was simply a descendant of Cyril, and because I knew nothing about Cyril’s whereabouts, and… … Because I had a hunch that the precognitive dream that Remillion gave me probably referred to this moment.

‘… … I saw a scene where you met a white-haired priestess with bandages over both eyes… … Judging from the fact that you felt a sharp heat and cold at the same time… … .’

As expected, the dream was not a prophecy of reuniting with Cyril. What with the bitter heat and cold, all I had was a bonfire and a cold wind… … Kadim let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Still, there was no income. When asked about the shaman and the fetish found in the destroyed ruins, Yebril took out a brilliant needle.

“Here it is. Please accept it. The daughter of the wilderness who spent those long years of confinement… … entrusted me with the mission of delivering this artifact and returned to the earth first.”

‘Needle of Imprinting’, the new blind priestess, has faithfully passed on the legacy left by her predecessors.

No, it didn’t end with just conveying it.

“however… … “You don’t have any devil’s blood on hand that can be engraved right now, do you?”

“… … If you find some useful blood, I’ll carve it for you, so don’t worry about it.”

“That is not a bad path either, but at the end of it, there will be a pool of blood that you cannot escape from. Let me guide you to another fork in the road. Is there a mark among your possessions that you would like to awaken to a higher level of power?”

Kadim twisted his eyes slightly. After much thought, he pointed to the tattoo on his back. The tattoo of the predatory demon, Aculanos, who had always been effective against mysteries and miracles.

Yevril pricked his finger and put a drop of blood on the ‘engraving needle.’ Then he added strokes to the tattoo on his back.

Wooooow – !!

The existing patterns and strokes glowed red and were connected. She is a shaman who sweeps down the sturdy spine with a gentle hand and then speaks softly.

“Predatory Demon… … It was the power to summon a predator that devoured mysteries in one shot. Now, you can use this mark to summon larger predators, or use it in a sustained form.”

“… … .”

That was true.

Wooooow –

After activating and testing it once, Kadim realized that a new form had emerged in the ‘Blood Devourer’. Until now, even if you got the ‘Sealing Needle’, it was useless if you didn’t have any blood to use… … If it could be used in this way, there would be no need to worry.

The priestess’s contribution did not stop at opening up new horizons in the use of castings. Kadim asked, out of curiosity, if Elga knew anything about why he could not kill him with ‘Heavenly Punishment’. Then he received an answer that seemed like a pretty big clue.

“The ‘Great Warrior’ is a covenant that is the foundation of the divinity of the struggle, held by the God of the Wilderness and the Struggle. By making this covenant, the sons and daughters of the Wilderness can finally receive the blessings bestowed by the Father of the Wilderness. It is also because of this that the priestesses lost their divine powers while the Great Warrior was away, and have now regained them.”

“… … .”

“However, if the backbone of such an oath is destroyed by the will of heaven, which cannot be resisted… … The God of Fighting will not stay still, and there will be great turmoil in heaven. Of course, the reverse intervention would also have the same result. “If the high wills of heaven collide, it is likely that no absolute being will be safe.”

To put it simply, adults are keeping each other in check to prevent children from getting involved in fights.

Kadim was somewhat embarrassed.

As we were talking naturally, I almost missed it, but he had never mentioned what ‘divine punishment’ was or whether it had anything to do with Atala. In other words, he had only figured out the whole story with his supernatural powers and answered… … That was in conflict with the priestess’s way of speaking that had been twisted and twisted up until now.

The suspicion that had been hanging down raised its neck again. Kadim lightly grabbed the handle of the Star Crusher.

Guuuung… … .

Then, he activated Stigmata, ‘Star that Penetrates the Truth’ and asked.

“Try not to hesitate and only answer ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ “Is your true identity Cyril?”

“… … .”

A heavy, sinking silence.

As time passed, with the hem of the rag fluttering in the cold wind and a faint moon shining through the clouds, soft lips parted.

“No, that’s not true.”

Guuuung… … .

The stigmata trembled slightly and glowed blue. The blind priestess told the truth.

Cadim lowered his head bitterly, recalling the scent of blood flowing down the tip of his tongue.

*

The great warrior of Atala left. She carries the entire night sky on her shoulders, carrying the empty darkness that becomes even heavier as it expands.

The blind priestess, Everill, raised her head and looked at the night sky.

Once you get used to it, your mind’s eye can see more than your physical eye can. How far away those stars are, how hard that warrior has traveled, how selfish he has been, and how brightly that crescent moon smiles.

“… … “It is not here that we must meet again, Khadim.”

Again, repeated from the mouth of a shrine maiden who has lost her light.

An old promise that has been worn out over three hundred years of nights.

“I hope that one day, in a field where the sun never sets, we can all meet and smile like the moon… .”