Hunter of the Perished World

[0044] Liquor of the appendicitis glands (2)

Gene first removed the supplies from the backpack tied to the cow’s back. The cat has been dead for quite some time, and the corpse is quite decomposed. Probably buried something that died a while ago.

Everyone had a vague notion that Gene was doing some kind of spell. Shamanship is strange, and because of its bizarre nature, everyone is somewhat afraid.

Leona looks at the cow, rather than afraid.

Gene dismantled the cat’s corpse first and pulled out one of its ribs. Then, in an instant, I grinded the thin bone into the wheel and pierced through the groove and made a needle.

‘A needle made of cat bones.’

Gin there was also diseased and pulled the feathered chicken out of her pocket.

You snap the neck of a chicken that doesn’t even have the strength to cry.

Puddin ‘!

The rooster shudders to see what’s left of the diseased chicken, and Gene says the blood spurting from his neck fails.

Pudding! Pudding!

“Ugh…”

Everyone turns their heads to see if they can’t see it. Gene is drowning in blood splattering from the neck of a chicken.

‘A thread of blood drawn from the neck of a live chicken.’

The gin soaked in enough threads of blood throws the dying chicken aside, and the decaying chicken rumbles everywhere.

“Fuck! What!”

Leona is appalled by the grotesque sights, but Jean doesn’t even care. Gene stitches the thread into the needle and makes a knot. Gene was acting on the turn of the shaman ritual and had no time to worry about anything else.

The sick cow doesn’t even realize that the hunter is doing crazy things in front of her eyes, even though she can’t even see them.

Mmm-hmm.

I was just crying bitterly in a low voice.

Gene pulls the phantom vane and white saliva out of the void.

An item called ‘Spellbound’, a magical amulet engraved with each letter with the power of magic, after piercing the witch’s bones and twisting her hair.

This amulet had the power of a spell worthy of its name.

‘The sacrifice will be performed by the Phantom Bane.’

With a method of self-selecting and using several of numerous characters, Gene can produce tens of millions of incantations just by choosing the order and the word of the combination.

Of course, even though we often use fixed and efficient arrays, The mere possibility was a magic device that could not be compared to any other law in the world. Naturally, Jean was neither a professional shaman nor a witch, so she could not trigger magic with just a spell.

Gene holds the phantom vane in reverse, snapping it down horribly to lift it up. The tip was aimed at the back of the bull, exactly.

Phew!

“Ugh!”

Uuuhhhh!

The planted phantom vane goes deeper into the ground than it can penetrate the cow. The phantom vane is plunged deep enough to only see the handle, and Gene places a spell on it.

gruuuhhh

Then, like a lie, the phantom vane is fixed like a metal peg and doesn’t even flutter. The bull squats, but only the wounds open. The phantom vane does not move as if it had rooted to the ground.

Gene presses the struggling ox and sticks a bone needle into the cow’s hide.

The spectators couldn’t even look at it, so they turned their heads away, and only Leona frowned and looked directly at Gin.

Gene was sewing on the back of a living cow. At a fierce speed, the needle is inserted through the thread, and the gin is engraved with a magic symbol on the cow’s back, centered on the phantom vein on its back.

And gradually, even with spellbinding, the threatening black energy was still rising. The bull is also slowing down gradually. Gene falls from the body of the bull after finishing sewing.

Finally, Jean reaches into her hands for one last piece of magic.

‘A handful of plant seeds.’

The variety was barley, and Gene muttered as he held the seed and looked at the orb. The cow’s breath is still intact.

“Use the following characters: Chung, Ma 30194; Salt and Prior. Sing the incantation of the appendicitis torsion.”

Woohoo!

Then, of the many letters that were engraved on the white saline, the corresponding letters were activated by Smurfing Black Energy.

Gaaaah!

The seed is sown on the bull, and a handful of the sown seeds begin to rub the skin of the bull as if it were alive.

That’s very affectionate.

A handful of sown seeds pierces through the bull’s body as he makes his final move as to how much pain the bull feels. Because hundreds of seeds were dug up, the bull bled out miserably, and it was a cruel and terrible sight for Leona to finally turn her back on.

Immediately, the spell was finished with the calf cutting and infiltrating the darkness that had flowed from the spell.

Fortunately, the ritual was successful because the sacrifices and activation requirements were met. The more letters he used, the more sacrifices he needed, and Jean certainly triggered the spell with the most efficient sacrifice.

Spellcasting did not trigger magic if it did not meet the requirements, so this process required considerable know-how and experience.

‘I’ve used four letters, so it should work.’

Su-wook!

Gene pulls the phantom vane from the corpse of the bull, and there it rises in blood. It looked more like a dead, horrible animal than a shaman. Everyone couldn’t even look at the bull, and Gene put the amulets in the void and walked to the spectators.

“I’ve done my part.”

“Well, I guess…”

“Blood seeped into the ground will summon the termites, and when they take it, it’ll solve all the time.”

Seongju was cold sweating and couldn’t even look back.

“Well, well… At least I know you’re not a fraud.”

Seeing the horrific scene just now, Seong-ju was convinced that Jin couldn’t be a fraud. If he was a fraud who did that for nothing, he was willing to be scammed.

“I’m going to watch it from a distance until the termites take it. Would you like to join me?” ”

“No, I’ll go. I have to vomit in a long time.”

Seongju stumbles back to Juju with the guards with a blurry face. Everyone felt nauseous because they saw such horrible screams and shamans that they were traumatizing, not sacrificing livestock.

In fact, on the way back, one of the guards turns to look at the corpse of the bull and starts throwing up.

“Uweeeeeek!”

Leona clenches her tongue at a distance, watching the guard vomiting.

“I understand. I can do that. I feel a little bumpy, too.”

Of course, Leona was by Gin’s side without returning. Leona saw a lot of human corpses, but what she just saw and heard was a horrific experience beyond her wildest imagination. Gin and Leona stand back at a distance, waiting for the ants to take the body, and Leona turns around and bites.

“I thought shamans were just throwing rice balls. Is it always this horrible? I think I’ll remember it forever.”

“Hmm…. I don’t know.”

Gene was too clumsy for the man who did the spell himself, and Leona was actually the scariest. But Gene makes even stranger noises.

“Real magic usually requires this kind of ritual, but it won’t be memorable.”

“Why?”

“The outcome is worse than the consciousness itself. The results will be more memorable.”

The brutality of the Bondi shaman ritual is so profoundly horrible that it can’t be remembered.

Gene also destroys thousands of colonies of termites with this ritual. Leona considers that and nods with a weary look.

Compared to the deaths of thousands of monsters, the death of a cow and a chicken is nothing but a whimper. Leona shakes her head, looking over the camp.

“Thank you for covering your terrible memories with your terrible memories.”

Leona grunts, but Jean grins. In many ways, both Leona Jean and Jean were far from normal.

And not long after that.

Su-wook!

The ants sniff the blood, dragging the corpse of the bull into the ground.

Where the corpse was dragged, only a giant inferno of ants and bloodstains remained. Leonardo sighs, looking in that direction.

The seeds of the plague were spread to the termites.

“I don’t want you to steal my prey and be safe.”

Gene was smiling sinisterly as if he had succeeded in revenge. Leona bursts into laughter, looking at that kind of camp.

“I don’t know if I should say it’s really narrow or calculating…”

“It’s called being wise.”

If I wanted revenge with my own hands, it would have been difficult to find a sacrifice to prepare. How hard would it be to find a chicken, a cat, a thread, and a big beast?

However, Gene borrowed the supplies from someone else and obtained a thick chip. In the end, I took revenge and took advantage of it somehow, as well as the number I had to save time. When Leona thought about it, she also looked great.

“By the way, do you really think that one of those meatloafs is going to do what you’re thinking?”

“You better believe it.”

“…… something’s bothering me.”

“That’s what magic is all about.”

Gene says the real problem with magic, as if it were nothing.

“The shaman doesn’t know exactly what’s going to happen.”

“Crazy…. What should I do?”

Leona scolded Jean for her irresponsible words. In fact, magic is not magic. Spells are called spells for a reason. Even a shaman can do magic, but the consequences are very different. Even if the same ritual was performed with the same sacrifice, it would have a catastrophic effect, a simple payoff effect, and so on.

So shamans are subject to blindness and disbelief.

“I’m still a bit different from the other stonemasons, so don’t worry.”

“What’s different?”

“I’m not the best shaman in the world.”

The world is still vast, and shamans use the rain to accidentally summon plague, but there are also shamans who practice magic that is close to genius. Gene did not cast that level of magic, nor did he want to cast it.

But Gene has a great amulet called Spellbound. Gene added.

“Still, he belongs to the right shaman.”

A shaman who can do exactly what he wants to do.

Leona didn’t know if it was confidence or humility.

“You’re becoming less and less of a hunter.”

According to Leona, Jean smiles deeply.

“There are many ways to hunt, and that’s how I learned magic.”

I learned magic as part of my hunting.

Of course, a common hunter doesn’t need magic, but Jean is a demon-hunter. That’s why demon hunters need to know magic to prepare for the money that is coming, sometimes to use it.

Ultimately, it was imperative that Jean knew magic.

Of course, Gene didn’t say that to Leona.

The results of the spell will gradually appear, and Gene was only left to be rewarded by the Holy Spirit. Since Seong-ju saw the horror of the spell and neatly folded up doubting Jinn, there was no need to worry about repayment.

While the Holy Spirit was preparing the reward, Gin and Leona spent time in the castle after preparing to leave.

The problem broke on the eve of evening.

Cows are a valuable resource! It is not right to waste precious labor like this, even if it is the Holy Spirit!

It was an inevitable decision to protect the castle!

Is there any basis for that inevitability? Don’t you just believe anything a wanderer says and bring him chips and livestock?

I can’t believe you brought it! Watch your language!

I’m sure he’s a fraud! Do you know what they were like when I was out there? When…

I’m sick and tired of what you’ve done in the wilderness!

“Mister, I feel like shit.”

Gene and Leona were able to hear the conversation because it was so verbal that they could hear the room.