104 – Independence Is Coming
The flames started burning with the evil spirits as firewood.
Each time an evil spirit burned, the color gradually became clearer, as if swallowing the color together, and the mixture of red and orange clearly imprinted the color as if it were painted in the present world.
However, unlike ordinary flames that grow in size through the medium of firewood, the color only became clear and did not heat up, and only the color changed to darker until the goat was completely painted over with its own color.
The unrealistic color made Lee Se-rin unable to take her eyes off it.
“Come on, go.”
“Yes yes?”
Jinseong pointed his finger at the burning flame and said.
“Get over that.”
“Yeah? Sleep, wait. Over the flames?”
“It is true.”
Jinseong said to Se-Rin Lee in a calm tone, as if there was a protruding stone over there, telling her to jump over it. The tone was so calm that it was to the point that the thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be a big deal to jump over that’ flashed in Lee Se-rin’s head.
“Wait. I-I’m not an unmanned…”
Lee Se-rin insinuated to Jin-seong that if he jumped over that fire, he would get burned.
“Don’t worry. It burns only non-material things. Even if you go into that flame and sleep one night, you won’t be scorched. Also.”
Jinseong glanced at the haze that shimmered next to Lee Se-rin.
“There’s no way the devil who made a contract with you would be hit by that level of flame. You can go and come back in peace.”
At his words, Lee Se-rin hesitated for a moment. But when the demon whispered something in her ear, she seemed to have made up her mind, closed her mouth, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and ran toward her altar. She then hopped from end to end of her altar, bringing her feet together as if she were measuring a long jump in gym class.
“Run until I tell you to stop.”
“Suck!”
At Jinseong’s words, Lee Se-rin ran from end to end several times.
Then, as if she had lost her strength, she staggered and the flame touched the hem of her skirt, but her flame just stayed there like an illusion of her. Also, there were no tan marks on the hem of her skirt, and there was no heat she could feel.
Jinseong saw her slowly losing her strength, so she put her eagle owl, which she had caught earlier, on top of her lamppost near her.
“That’s all right. Now kneel in front of the altar and bow your head. Close your eyes and pray, but only think of the flames and the night. Be mindful of breathing loudly and assimilate with the night.”
Jinseong said so and smoked a samadhi evolution in her hand.
The sammadhi fire I smoked this time is to burn matter.
It was a flame that burned through the oil on Jinseong’s hand.
The flames gobbled up the oil and burned to the size of torches. He raised his arm high into the sky as a torch and whirled around his altar. He circled the altar, jumped over the altar, and made gestures as if he was at a loss for what to do with the mischief.
And after repeating it several times, he swept his burning hand toward the inside of the altar.
Roaring!
Then, the altar, which had been burning with samadhi fire, caught fire again.
Where it had caught fire, it was rekindled, and real flames, burning through the medium of firewood, moved to and fro to consume the flames that burned insubstantial things.Was The murky but ubiquitous flames created a strange landscape, wrapping around the flames that looked like they were drawn in a painting.
Al—-eph—-
The goat inside the altar was also engulfed in real flames.
However, what the goat that was burning in the flames spewed out was not a sound that a normal goat spits out, but a sound that seemed to be somewhere between a beast and a human.
A sound of serenity instead of a cry, a sound of hatred instead of pain, a whisper of meaning instead of a cry that should contain emotion.
Allllllllll-e——p.
The sound continued.
Pap—a—i—papa—i—–Aleph!
However, there was an end to that connection, and just like a flame that fades over time, the sound also became smaller, crushed, and lost its shape. Instead, as if in a last-ditch effort, he formed a black ashes out of the flames and tried to escape, and it looked like an assembly of evil spirits sticking their faces out of the blazing flames and trying to take a deep breath.
However, as Lee Se-rin closed her eyes until the end, she disappeared into the flames again as if she had given up, and soon disappeared as if she was sucked into the ground.
After that, the flames disappeared and only the flames of Samadhi evolution remained.
“Like begets like.”
Jinseong headed to the altar full of ashes, floated a charcoal made of birch firewood into the air, and flew it over the ferris wheel.
“Because there is a bond between things and things.”
The firewood collided with the ferris wheel’s iron pillars and made a loud noise.
“This is to say that all things are connected.”
When Jinseong’s words were over, the firewood caught fire on the iron pillar.
Like the flames that burned at the altar, it spread in all directions and wrapped around the ferris wheel, forming a shape like a blazing sun. The enormous fireworks not only brightly lit the entire amusement park, but also illuminated every corner of the road where Jinseong came, showing the dignity of making the moon in the sky not even a light bulb.
Ia Lin, who was watching from behind her, had no choice but to open her mouth.
When Jinseong caught fire on the ferris wheel, he extinguished the fire burning on the altar. Then, he put his finger on the ashes of the goat, which had become completely ashes, and drew a line on Se-Rin Lee’s collarbone. Then the ashes disappeared as if they were absorbed into Lee Se-rin’s body.
‘More, hotter…’
As this serine absorbed the ash, her body became red as if her body was hot, and she began to sweat profusely. Her sweat was so profuse that the clothes she was wearing were soaked as if they had been submerged in water.
‘Sweat, sweat too much, too much… Place… ?’
But soon, the sweat stopped as if it had never happened, and the heat that Ise-rin felt as if her body was burning disappeared without a trace, and the cold Russian air enveloped her body.
“Now the ceremony is over.”
When Se-Rin Lee shivered in the cold, Jin-seong nodded her head and helped Se-Rin Lee up. When this Serene touched her true nature, she was startled and then she looked at him as if embarrassed.
“Uh, over there… The smell of sweat, that. It must…?”
“Never mind.”
“Oh, brother… I don’t care… I… Huh?”
Trying to protest the words of her sincerity without her delicacy, this Se-Rin put on a dazed look at the flames that lit up in front of her own eyes. She then shook her head with a puzzled expression.Heard
“Me, me, me. What is that?”
The ferris wheel was on fire.
A 140m high ferris wheel.
It was burning brightly.
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Jinseong kindly answered Lee Se-rin’s question.
“It was burned as a finish to maximize the effect. It will have a positive effect on you, the contractor.”
“Oh, no. That, that’s not it.”
“Furthermore, by jumping over flames, you gained resistance to fire, and your body would have become healthy. Also, since you maximized the effects of purification and destruction, your body should also have become clean and healthy.”
“That’s not it!”
Se-rin Lee shouted, interrupting Jin-seong, who kept talking about witchcraft.
“I, can I do that?! Huh, did you get permission? Did you get permission from the government, the government, or the owner?!”
Jin-seong laughed at that question.
She then said as if to reassure her.
“Can it be?”
This Serene opened her mouth.
It was because she couldn’t think of anything to say on Jin-seong’s face as she looked at her as if this was a problem.
Jin-seong left the shocked Se-rin behind and headed to her truck.
There were various luggage piled up in the luggage compartment, but Jinseong floated them to the side and took out a glass box from the inside.
In the glass box that came up to Jinseong’s waist, there were cut oak branches and mistletoe tightly wrapped around them.
Even though the mistletoe is parasitic on the cut branch, it has not lost its luster and is exuding vitality out of the glass box.
[The finest mistletoe. Contractor, my cute contractor. Looks like you’re trying to perform a Celtic witchcraft ritual on your sister. ]
The finest mistletoe.
A top-notch material that preserves the life and greenness of the sacred oak tree as it is, and contains the power of the oak tree’s spirit.
Of course, as it is the highest quality, the collection method and storage method were also difficult.
On the eve of Allerheiligen, in the depths of the night on what is modernly called Halloween, the famous druids ceremoniously gathered with never-used golden blades, and made sure that, after gathering, they never touched the ground. It was something that had to be done.
It can only be gathered for one day a year, and if it touches the ground even once, the quality will drop vertically, so among shamans, it is sometimes called a treasure that cannot be obtained even with money.
[ See. Hmm. It was an item ripped off by a woman called the Archwitch. The quality is also good. I kept the cut branches well so they wouldn’t wither… I would have spent a lot of money ]
Starting with that, the materials in the luggage compartment flew through the sky.
Fish scales, feathers, blood packs, alcohol…
All of those things piled up in front of Arin, who was watching from afar.
Eventually, when all the items were piled up, Jinseong approached Iarin.
“It’s your turn next. I can’t perform the ritual just yet.”
Iarin, who had been absent-mindedly watching the burning Ferris wheel, tilted her head at Jinseong’s words.
Then Jinseong pointed his finger at his capybara and said.
“It’s possible to have a ritual with that, but it’s because it’s less effective.”
“Huh?”
Iarin looked at the words strangely.
“Brother, then buy it before we leave.”
“There’s no need for that. You’ll get good stuff soon.” ＜Br＞
Iarin asked at Jinseong’s vague words.
“Ingredients? What is that?
“Yes.”
“Then why did you bring that in your arms! Do you know how much trouble I had?!”
Jinseong took out her pepper and salt from her luggage piled in front of her.
“A guest is coming, shouldn’t we serve the dish?”
* * *
A fire was burning.
A fire like the sun that lights up a dark night.
“Check SN-04-S02M! Pasa, the flame of purification!”
“Suka bulyat (сука блять).”
Viktor writhed as he watched the sun burn on the ground.
“Another shaman.”