Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 102

Avengers (2)

Archalis Philenom.

It was a name I hadn’t heard in a long time, but I never forgot.

About half a year ago, when I reached the end of the tutorial and entered Falcion for the first time.

In the war against the cultist group that lasted several weeks, the battle with Archalis was by far one of the most impressive battles.

“I am Achalas’ teacher. “When I was a member of the Imperial Knights, we hunted giants together.”

Archalis was the head of the Telia Company, which held the cultists’ money, and at the same time was a warrior who never forgot his swordsmanship as an imperial knight.

The owner of the voice buzzing inside the helmet was aiming his sword at Dallen in exactly the same ready posture as the merchant.

Dallen scratched his chin. He said.

“I’m sorry about your disciple.”

“that’s right. I’m sorry. However, I am glad that I was able to take revenge even if it was late. “I lost contact with Achalas for over ten years, and if the wizard you just defeated hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known about his student’s death until the very end.”

“Wouldn’t it have been better that way? “There’s no need to come to a faraway place and get killed for no reason.”

Bjorn intervened. The knight’s helmet was pointed at the dwarf.

Even though the helmet completely covered his face, his discomfort was clearly visible.

“It’s not for sub-races to interfere in human conversation, Oat Bag.”

“The free knights are a mess. In addition to the thief theme, it doesn’t even have the disgusting stench of imperial discriminators.”

Bjorn growls as he slams the ax handle on the floor. Dallen calmly took a step forward.

He stretched out his hand. Then the knight flinched and took a step back.

“…What are you doing?”

When nothing happened right away, the knight tilted his helmet and asked in a shaky voice.

“Ignel Lot.”

Dallen chanted a low spell and focused his mind not on the knight but on the corpses lying nearby.

Grumble!

The flame burns.

The sacred tattoo on the back of his hand began to glow, and the sacred flame began to flicker from the ax connected to the secret sword of Reredonara.

“Kwaaaaaak!”

And the spellcaster, whose heartbeat had clearly stopped, screamed at the flames to leave.

The knight took a few steps back, looking embarrassed. It seemed like the flames flying in all directions were scary.

“Unbelievable. “How did you notice?”

“I don’t think I’ve fought your boss fight once or twice.”

“…what?”

Dallen chuckled. He snapped his fingers.

Then the ax that was stuck in the spellcaster’s head trembled and quickly flew out and landed in Dallen’s hand.

“Tsk.”

The knight clicked his tongue. He took out a small glass totem from his waist pocket.

Kwasik!

A glass statue breaking in a sheet metal grip. At the same time, Dallon pulls out the holy sword.

Bjorn quickly took out a bundle of homemade grenades from his pocket, and at the same time, the moon shining down on the clearing lost its light and an ominous magical power enveloped the area.

Woowoo…

A chorus of bizarre screams echoing from all directions.

The stars in the sky lose their light and magical sparks take their place.

The flames soon grew larger and turned into portals.

Protruding from the gaps in the space of various sizes were knights wearing gray plate.

Coogung. thud.

Dozens of knights fell from the sky. And a soldier who looked about ten times older than him.

An army of rotten flesh and rattling bones surrounded the group with flashing blue lights.

“Giggles. “These mercenaries are quick to notice.”

Hwareuk.

On top of the corpse that had been reduced to ashes by the torch.

A man who looked identical to the spellcaster who had just died walked out of the last portal made of Saihan flames.

Unlike the corpse, which did not feel any special power, the thick magic flowing from it was close to that of the lowest level demon.

Dallen knew the guy.

He was originally a necromancer who appeared as one of the precursors of the Blood Demon War and brought bloodshed to the northern part of the empire.

However, if certain conditions are met, it is a boss mob that teams up with a knight in silver armor and becomes a hunter to chase down the main character to kill him.

“Let me introduce myself too. “She is the lover of Ehila, the witch you killed.”

The specific condition is to defeat both the Retrograde Apostles and the Ash Witch before the middle of the episode passes.

[The body of the warlock who was stalking the witch was found.]

Just like the knight, the past that I did not want to remember appears in the form of a notification window above the head of the guy who declares revenge.

“…Rotten.”

Dallen shook his head and lightly held the holy sword with both hands.

***

It started with an explosion.

Kkkkwang! Kkwagwagwagwang!

An explosion of pure gunpowder, not strength beyond physical limits or magical power created in the form of any spell.

Bjorn’s bundle of grenades, strengthened with a unique secret, penetrates the siege of undead soldiers and spits out flames.

Wow!

Ahhh!

The dead rush at you without any hesitation because they don’t feel any pain.

Even though many of their comrades fell from the rain of debris and blazing flames, they paid no heed to them and stabbed Dalen with their weapons.

The flashing blade aims for the uvula. He took a step forward and pulled out the arm bone holding the knife. A spear pierced my empty side. He slightly twisted his upper body, deflected it with his armor, and struck the pulled out arm with a blunt weapon.

Kwasik!

The arm bones that were tattered with flesh were shattered and scattered. The skull head underneath the helmet was also crushed.

Instead of digging deep, Dallon took a half step back. At the same time, he drew the holy sword horizontally. In an instant, the dead who were rushing in to form a semicircular siege were all caught in the line drawn by the tip of the sword.

Cracking, scraping –

the steel plates screaming and falling into pieces. Rotten organs and bone fragments leaking from cracks in broken armor.

Dallen, who cut the five dead soldiers horizontally with a single sword, took a step forward this time and made a reverse slash with his sword.

The bones of the dead, strengthened by magical power, were strong, and their armor, although rusty, was stronger than ordinary iron plates.

Nevertheless, Dallen didn’t even need to exert his strength like before. Just a light swing. That was enough.

That!

Kyaaa!

Five or eight of the dead are caught at the tip of the sword.

Kwazijic!

Clang!

Their weapons and armor shattered like glass or tore like pieces of paper.

Pretzel Gwang!

“Haha! Slaves of dirty blood demons! “I will give you peace with imperial explosives!”

I glanced back and saw Bjorn running wild near the bonfire as well.

With each flick of the hand, large and small grenades scatter and explode.

He feeds pellets to those who come through the shock and then kills them with a double-edged axe.

Dallen turned his head. There seemed to be no need to worry about the dwarf.

The offensive, which included explosives, shotgun shells and axes, took down not only the dead soldiers but also the knights without difficulty.

In that case, it is okay to be more aggressive. Before I knew it, there was no one running towards me.

He noticed that those who were charging mercilessly like insects flying toward a bonfire were only being torn apart.

Saaaa……

Dallen raised his gaze. There was an ominous aura in the sky.

Instead of the darkness covering the area like a curtain and the hidden stars, there were sparkling sparks.

Wow.

At that time, a moan came from beneath my feet. I glanced down and saw a skeleton soldier standing up shakily.

The bones of the fragmented body are glued together, and the broken jawbone and skull are also clattered together.

Dallen stepped on the glued skull.

The wriggle lasts only a moment. Translucent energy rose from the dead man, whose movements stopped with a crackling sound, and was sucked into the mesmerizing flame above his head.

“Giggles. “As expected, you are quick to notice.”

The spellcaster with a split face laughed.

The crystal on the tip of his staff glowed darkly and resonated with the flames of the veil.

This was the power of that half vampire and a small area of ability he had achieved.

A veil of darkness that obscures the eyes of the stars and endlessly raises up the fallen.

A miracle that gathers the cries of souls who are caught and cannot rest in the flames of the sky and turns them into a destructive spell.

The longer the fight lasts and the more dead people fall, the more powerful a high-ranking vampire’s trait becomes.

That necromancer, a half-born illegitimate child, used his own domain to bring it back, albeit imperfectly.

“This was a fight you couldn’t win from the beginning.”

The guy said, twitching the corner of his mouth. Black blood welled up from my cracked lips and hardened like a scab.

Dallen just held the sword with both hands. That alone made the surrounding air sink.

Ugh…

A storm-like energy started from my shoulders and ran down my arms.

Hwareuk.

The whirlwind soon combined with the flames at the bottom of the sword body, creating a huge blade of flame that covered the entire sword.

The necromancer’s face was filled with embarrassment.

“How? “Haven’t we just discovered the realm…!”

Dallen chuckled. Rumors of the dragon slayer have not yet spread outside the Order, except for some intelligence agencies.

Although his achievements in killing demons and witches were great, it is said that Ilsin’s abilities have only just reached their peak.

You probably didn’t know that Dallen, who suppressed the two greatest powers of dragon blood and holy sword, was a stronger person than the rumors that were usually exaggerated.

Ugh,

the Holy Sword cried. A faint flame appears in the black eyes and then disappears.

It is difficult to bring out the Holy Sword’s ability to suppress the uncontrollable power of dragon blood and suppress it.

However, despite the absence of his two greatest powers, Dallen was able to perform even better than before.

Grrrr!

At the tip of the sword, Lapantella’s Crushing Sword and the flame of the Holy Flame fuse.

Crackling. Support position.

Electricity engulfs the spell slayer and the hatchet that floated up thanks to Bigeom’s trick.

The troubles caused by the power of a large area are now a thing of the past.

Even if the dragon’s power was not directly controlled, the body filled with the true dragon’s blood became a strong channel through which numerous powers could flow simultaneously.

“Oh well, you’re just a mortal! “There is no way you can be a match for me, someone with vampire blood!”

Unable to hide the agitation that appears on his face, he shows off his twisted pride in the vampire bloodline he inherited only half of.

The spellcaster raised his staff. The sparks flashing in the curtain resonated at once and fell towards Dallen like a shooting star.

Dozens of fireworks falling from the sky.

The destructive power of each of them is greater than that of the grenades scattered by the dwarves.

[―――!]

At that moment, a blue shadow jumped up from the bonfire, flapping its wings toward the sky and letting out a roar.

Blah blah blah!

Before Dallen could do anything, hundreds of small crystals made of dragon words rose up and caught the falling flames.

“What kind of dragon bastard…how!”

A spellcaster who can no longer close his mouth.

As the cold flame and cold crystals collide, strange magical fragments sparkle and decorate the air.

[Pucca!]

A baby dragon flutters its small wings and flies down, exuding excitement as if to say, ‘Did I do well?’

Dallen chuckled. It seems that Felber’s last words were not in vain.

He raised his sword. The flames in the sky have gone out, but the curtain is still the same.

In order to save the gunpowder of the dwarves who were excitedly scattering explosives behind them, it was necessary to deal with the spellcaster’s area.

As I concentrate my will a little, a vortex mixed with sacred fire shoots out from the tip of the sword like an explosion.

Kwagwagwagwa-

Dallen brought down the storm that had torn the curtain apart in an instant.

The end of the red line drawn in the night sky. The necromancer’s body disappears without any time to test the vampire’s regenerative power.

“I think this one was caught incorrectly.”

The armored knight, who had been watching the battle unfold from a distance, smiled bitterly and looked at his comrade who had been reduced to ashes.

Pareak-bang!

And then a gunshot and an ax tore through the air at the same time.