Chapter 176
Although it was still quite a distance, the closer I got to the garden, the more accurately I could capture the view of the place.
A beautiful, unpretentious garden full of colorful flowers.
The whole is filled with an indescribable gloomy energy.
And it was the corpses of people who had dried up like mummies and were entangled in tree trunks that focused on that atmosphere.
It was not difficult to guess that they were the victims who had previously stepped on this garden.
“Why? I stopped walking.”
The painter smirked and looked at me like that.
Then, after taking a deep breath, I moved my pronunciation and crossed the line.
“… You have stepped on the ground.”
An eerie voice resounded, and at the same time, as if waiting for this moment, several plant stems attacked me.
Of course, the moment I stepped on the garden ground, he meant to kill me.
However, I was also waiting for that moment.
“The Wall of Heaven.”
Whoops.
blah blah!
The stems of plants with magical powers showed really unpredictable movements and tried to trap me, but my experience so far was not worth it.
“Incandescent.”
Scratch!
Seo-geum-!
Then, in an attack technique that was developed precisely in pinpoint, the stems were cut off without even being able to find their main body.
The artist expressed a hint of surprise at the sight.
“Is it true that there was a corner to believe?”
But even in the midst of that, now more and more plants are wriggling everywhere, showing their hostility to me.
It was a rough expectation, but after all, it looked like he had no intention of having a conversation.
Then, I too took out the beads of a pure color from my arms and sprinkled them evenly on the ground.
It was a blessing from Cheong Ji-yeon before.
“Yunhwa (玧化).”
Whoops.
Todok.
tock.
As the mantra was uttered, the beads that turned red fell into the ground and began to radiate spiritual power.
The magic that followed was, in a way, natural.
“Qingdao Temple Uhwa Land. Gongrim Area.”
At the time of her defense training, her family’s unique technique used in the battle against Cheong Ji-yeon.
“The wine of redemption.”
It was a high-level redemption technique that binds the opponent by creating numerous flower stalks of spiritual power.
Whoops.
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Flower stalks made of spiritual power began to protrude from all over the ground where the beads had dug in.
There were sharp thorns all over the stem, and the size was also considerable.
At the ceremony that seemed to imitate his own attack, the painter frowned at first.
“… It’s very annoying.”
On the surface, they seemed to be entangled with each other as if they were close to each other, but I, the person in charge, immediately realized the difference.
‘I can’t stand it for long.’
In the first place, the specs of the other side are better, and there is a difference in proficiency in this part.
No matter how skillful he is, the plants in the garden are like his hands and feet for the artist. Of course there is bound to be a difference.
However, it was fine. After all, my real purpose was different.
‘In order to open the way, after all… … .’
You need to get information about the painter.
She is a half-human half-yo (半人半妖) who was originally a human, and an earthworm tied to this garden.
In order to get her into my workhorse, of course, I had to solve that part first.
And luckily, I had a special toolkit for it.
It was the sword of Chanyeom (簒念) obtained through the Shin Do-hun incident.
【Sword of the Cold Flames】
▶ Sodo (小刀) engraved with the magic of Chantal (簒奪). Can absorb part of the memory of the person who has been decapitated.
In other words, if you can somehow give the painter one hit, you can also find out why she is tied up here.
‘It won’t be difficult if you borrow your power, but… … .’
This guy is the so-called trump card. I also had to expend a lot of energy to handle it, and I couldn’t afford to take it out whenever I needed it.
Also, there was no need to do that.
Because I had already made a rough plan by observing the opponent’s movements.
‘You don’t seem to have much skill in melee combat.’
Of course, there was a possibility that it was a trap, but if it were the personality of the artist I’ve seen so far, it didn’t seem like that would be the case.
The fact that the characteristics related to close combat did not exist also provided evidence to support him.
‘then… … .’
It creates a gap for a moment, narrows the distance directly, and feeds a single blow with a small sword of Chanyeom.
That was the simplest and most reasonable way.
“For the sake of it.”
slurp.
Fuwaak!
Gongsam came out of the shadows at my call, and immediately looked at me as if to give an instruction.
‘Burning up the garden, I’m sure you’ll get a backlash.’
I don’t know if it’s a simple battle, but now I’m in a position to minister to the opponent.
So this time, I just changed the way a little.
“When you signal, fire me up.”
“… Burn it?”
“You can do it if you put your mind to it.”
If you use Gongsamyi’s purifying fire characteristics, it is possible to burn only the target you have targeted.
At the same time, I started running, raising my spiritual power to the fullest and reciting mantras.
“Buam Toe Mountain (腐暗退散), Gongcheongjugwang (空淸呪曠), Hwasu Susanfever (化粹留産洌).”
The imperial family’s own magic, Doho-gwang
It was a method of strengthening the body by changing the spiritual power in the body into life energy to increase recovery and defense.
“Doho-gwang (燾護光).”
As the ceremony was completed, my body was enveloped in a soft yellow light, and I approached the artist hiding among the plants with even greater speed.
“… What a petty thing to do!”
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The artist swung his hand and shot out the roots of trees and plant stems again, but at that moment, Gongsami’s flames flew in and enveloped my body.
“What… … .”
Plants are fire and polar opposites, which is natural.
In addition, Gongsamyi’s purifying fire properties suppressed the yogi, so plants hardly even approached me.
And taking advantage of that opportunity, I completely entered the artist’s realm.
‘After all, the reaction is slow.’
Until now, I have been reluctant to engage in close combat here in most cases.
It is because my strength lies in maintaining extremely precise distance, and I felt that my close combat was inferior compared to the real geniuses here who had systematic education and training.
‘Compared to the white (White) family, who are fighters right now, it’s hard to play the game.’
However, that did not mean that he was not confident in direct combat.
It’s just not my style, and I just didn’t take it into account because it’s less efficient.
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And for me, the painter’s attack in embarrassment was quite easy to avoid.
“You bastard… … !”
Judging that any further approach would be dangerous, the artist gathered all his strength and made a huge flower to stop me.
There, you can feel an unfamiliar, ominous energy in the flower.
‘Come to think of it, it also had poison properties.’
But unfortunately, that poison doesn’t work for me now.
Gongsam’s fire that still surrounds me, the dragon character I got last time, and even the earrings of the black rod.
There are already more than three ways to counter the poison.
Whoops.
“Incandescent Charm.”
I felt a slight tingling sensation from the spores covering my body, and after cutting the flower as it was, I cut off the artist’s head with a small sword of Chanyeom.
There was only a small scratch due to the artist’s reaction, but that was enough.
After all, the condition had been fulfilled.
Shrek.
slurp.
I accepted the artist’s memories that slowly began to flow in, and recollected them while keeping the distance apart.
And I knew. Everything from her original appearance and how she became a yokai and tied up here.
‘… It’s a little surprising.’
I expected the original artist to be human, but in reality it was a little different.
She was a god.
Among them, they possessed rather weak powers, but they were clearly different from humans and youkai.
Nestled in a huge tree in this garden, she had a close friend.
‘Stupid storage.’
But it was such a straightforward and unfiltered tragedy.
The artist’s close friend died, and the tree and the garden where the artist resided were burned and almost disappeared without a trace.
It was the humans who did it all.
And, rather than the brutal content, my attention was drawn to a slightly different part and I was bewildered.
‘You must have seen this situation somewhere?’
It was a memory that was somehow unfamiliar to me. I reminisced about the past for a while. Eventually, I realized where the source was.
‘It was an event in the Exorcism series.’
The painter was not just a monster that fell from somewhere under the influence of Hell difficulty.
Her past is definitely something I am aware of as well.
And it was the same for her close friend Yeon-jagi (聯刺杞).
‘No, in the first place, the actor… … .’
didn’t die
The painter may not know it, but in fact, she is still living and walking around this land right now.
An old friend of Jai Yeon who was only mentioned in the event story.
When I realized that it was the painter in front of me, I had no choice but to show quite a bit of embarrassment.
‘If you look at it, there’s nothing strange about the story… … .’
Still, I never expected that it would turn out like this.
However, apart from such embarrassment, the current situation was rather favorable for me.
Because the justification to convince her was completely in my hands.
After taking a deep breath for a while, I regained my composure again and spoke to her, who frowned.
“You became a monster of your own will. Revenge, and to protect this garden.”
“… Stealing other people’s memories, you are truly an abomination. I will rip you apart and kill you on the spot.”
It was really bloody, but unlike before, I had more time.
Well, there were circumstances in which she had no choice but to follow me.
“Is this garden really important to you?”
“… … .”
Probably not. What the artist cherished was a place in the memories shared with a close friend, not the garden itself.
Having already experienced the event story once, I was able to guess her feelings and way of thinking relatively accurately at the time.
“… What do you want to say?”
“I don’t think you should be here.”
The painter raised his strength with a silent answer, as if it was not worth talking any more.
Yogi (妖气) stronger than before.
Also, it seems that she hasn’t shown her power yet.
But all of that, after a while, my words that came out had no meaning.
“Your close friend, Yan Ziji, is alive.”
It was a moment when the expression of the young painter’s expression was truly strangely dyed.