Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 121

Summoning Ritual (3)

‘A lot of sacrifices were made, but in return, a long-standing legacy was completed.’

Guardians of the Seven Crowns. Among them, the faction that follows the third prince.

Kaprenna Zydkov, an elder of the faction and a warlock who led a small area, thought so.

Until just five minutes ago, when the saboteurs showed up inside the cavity.

‘Everything was successful.’

Using a double, he deceived the moderates and infiltrated the party as an ordinary member.

Nothing much happened until we entered Falcion and came down to the labyrinth.

What was unexpected was that the Tsar’s Special Service hired a guide who was better than expected.

Because of this, as many as three out of ten parties were wiped out in the beginning, but this level of sacrifice was already prepared.

but.

‘…The plan started to go wrong when that barbarian warrior with the holy sword intervened.’

Snapping.

Kaprenna gritted her molars.

In fact, I didn’t think it was a very serious problem until I found out that he had entered the labyrinth with a special team.

Since the space transfer location on the first floor of the labyrinth was random, I might be lucky enough to come down quickly.

However, it is virtually impossible to narrow the distance in the scorching desert on the second floor.

However, no matter what tricks he used, he crossed the desert in an instant, and because of that, even the troops who were counterattacking the advance team were annihilated.

‘Thanks to Calchas’ revelation and advice, we were able to delay the continued pursuit just a little.’

With the extra money he had earned, he managed to obtain the core of the vengeful spirit, eliminate the stooges of the moderate faction, and perform the ceremony in time.

Complete the complex ritual of summoning a high-level demon perfectly without a single mistake.

“Now there will be no turning back, so the great precepts are a success…” The

three hundred and sixty-nine hearts packed in the subspace backpack, which the moderates believed to be sacrificial offerings, were the priming material for the ritual.

The extremely powerful thought at the core of the vengeful spirit was a tool to directly hunt beings on earth, using the magic power flowing from the heart as a prime source.

Half a day was enough for thousands of the Tsarist people to die under the curse of vengeful spirits.

It only took two hours to once again offer up the souls who died in pain to hell as a price for summoning demons.

The ceremony has reached its final stage.

It was impossible to cancel the demon summoning ritual that had already been fully activated.

There was a way to slightly tweak the outcome of the summoning ritual, but it was something only a good warlock could do, so I wasn’t worried.

This was the reason why he was confident that the great world had been completed even after knowing that the rumored warrior had entered the cave.

It was definitely like that.

“…How can a man who is the owner of the holy sword have access to evil black magic!”

“What are you doing, spitting in my face?”

The warrior in front of me, smiling and pulling out the holy sword, was both the owner of the holy sword and a warlock.

A proper warlock who can open the gates of hell.

In addition, he even had the treasure ‘blood-red ceremonial dagger’ that all warlocks want to obtain.

Seaaaa…!

A huge amount of resentment and soul flowed from the dagger and overlaid the spell of summoning hell gate on the magic circle.

Giiiing –

The ominous shadow of hell flickers through the gap in the torn space.

Wow….

it resonates.

The magic circle and the gates of hell gradually began to echo together.

A huge magic circle installed in the cavity.

Its role was to pay the price of summoning and serve as a bridgehead to transfer the summoned being to the gates of hell.

By now, warlocks would be waiting on the outskirts of the Tsardom with the gates of hell open.

If all went according to plan, Calchas would have to be summoned to the surface through that door.

If it weren’t for the gates of hell that were open right above the magic circle and resonating with the summoning ritual.

Charrrrrrrrr….

The sound of chains echoes throughout the cavity. The biting chill instantly formed icicles on the walls and ceiling.

Soon, thousands of chains poured out like waves from a huge gap of nearly five meters in diameter.

“Blood damage! “Wow!”

“Ugh, save me!”

The warlocks standing on the magic circle were swept away by the waves of overflowing chains with no time to escape.

The elder, who managed to save his life by creating a protective shield, raised his head with his chin trembling.

[…….]

A huge chain of hills was looking down on him.

Tens of thousands of chains oozing white chill. Two blue eye lights flashing between them.

An overwhelming presence weighs on my neck and shoulders. My throat stung from the cold that penetrated my airways.

I could clearly feel the devil’s discomfort from the cold energy stabbing my lungs.

[Ask.]

“Yes yes yes.”

[Why am I in the labyrinth?]

“That…”

It’s because of the unplanned hell gate. To be exact, it was the dagger that opened the gates of hell, or rather, the warrior who threw that dagger.

The elder opened his mouth and tried to say so. However, the chain around his neck was faster than that.

[I understand without saying anything. Were they not even prepared for such a shallow maneuver? [It is disloyal subordination.]

“Kuh…ah, no…!”

[Then you must have been unprepared, you incompetent squire.]

A chain wraps around the lower part of the neck. The torso, arms and legs were bound by thick chains.

The chain slowly tightened the warlock’s throat, like a giant snake strangling its prey.

The frozen skin begins to fall off piece by piece. The high resistance of the relic robe was of no use against the cold of hell.

[There is no answer. I guess he knew he would be punished either way.]

The blue-faced minion nodded.

[This time it was correct.]

The devil laughed cruelly. The warlock struggled for a moment, but that was all.

Screaming –

the chain wrapped around my head instantly surrounded my entire body in two or three layers.

Kwasik!

The next moment, the warlock’s body turned into a handful of blood.

***

“…I have to run away.”

Sasha said after seeing the warlock crushed like rotten ham. Dallen shrugged.

“Where?”

“It doesn’t matter. “If we stay here, we will all die.”

“If I run away, will I survive?”

Sasha kept her mouth shut. Dallen chuckled. He retrieved the ax from the head of the dead elder and held it in his left hand.

Chrrrrrrrr….

The gates of hell were constantly roaring and spewing out chains.

It was already large enough to fill one corner of the huge cavity, but considering the size of Calchas, twice as much would have to be poured out.

Dallen trudged toward the mountain of chains.

Sasha asked from behind him.

“…Aren’t you afraid?”

well.

Dallen didn’t answer.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.

This world is not a game full of graphics.

The splattered blood has a vividness that cannot be realized with the physics engine beyond the monitor.

The breath exhaled with death exuded a sense of futility and horror that he, a modern man, had never encountered before.

Although I got a lot better after achieving the realm, I still had nightmares sometimes.

A dream of being helplessly stabbed to death by a goblin’s dagger. A dream of being crushed in the devil’s grasp.

A dream that perishes in the flames of battle. Even the dream of being trampled by an evil spirit with the end of the labyrinth right before my eyes.

‘It’s a scream.’

That was the scream of a man in his thirties in a corner of my mind.

The helpless scream of a man who can do nothing but become fearful in a world filled with blood and slaughter.

Even though he went out into society and became financially independent, he was still a child when he was over 30.

That didn’t change even when I fell into the world I had only seen on the other side of the monitor and gained a superhuman body.

‘but.’

Now, a few years later, I can feel it a little bit.

The fact that he is no longer an ordinary pot-bellied office worker on Earth.

These were fights that were once inevitable just to survive.

Now even more reasons have been added.

After fighting and becoming stronger, you win. There were times when I enjoyed the fight itself, and I look forward to the end, not knowing if it will return someday.

Where did this attitude of drawing the future for oneself come from in a life where one cannot even know what will happen tomorrow?

Is it because he has adapted to his changed body and powers? Or is it a change in identity that occurred without me even knowing?

‘It’s a useless idea.’

I couldn’t figure it out. I had no desire to pry.

What’s important is that that change of heart applies to all of his decisions.

It was like that this time too.

It was impossible to prevent Calchas from being summoned. In that case, you just have to find the next best solution.

The devil summoned to the earth must have devoured tens of thousands of people and summoned even more armies to his throne.

It was the worst move to deal with someone who was so well prepared. The odds of winning were higher in a one-on-one match in this narrow cave.

We continue to design for the best results. If that doesn’t work, choose the path that has the slightest chance of winning.

Hundreds of indirect experiences and a boldness that may have originated from nowhere made it possible.

The fears of my old self were something to think about only later.

[Hoo?]

As Dallan walked over with the holy sword drawn, the huge chain hill began to move slowly.

Deep within thousands of chains. Two strangely flashing blue eyes.

A stiff, tingling sensation from head to toe struck my entire body, similar to the one I felt when I saw Jinryong in front of me.

‘Curse of binding chains.’

For a moment, my limbs become very heavy. A feeling of helplessness that weighs not only on the body but also on the soul.

[Ugh! Ooooh!]

As the devil began to force himself to feast in subspace, his weight suddenly became as light as a feather.

[It was true that Enaxagus had made his subjects his subordinates. How could this happen…]

The pile of chains mutters. Dallen didn’t stop walking.

Unlike him, who is virtually immune to curses, his curse would be fatal to the other party members.

‘The demon Calchas, the owner of the Chain Throne, has a total of three phases.’

In the game, the key to strategy was how quickly you could get through the first phase, which focused on curses and spells.

Cluck-kang!

The ax, fired as if with will, lightly removes the thin chain flying towards the heart.

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!

The waves of chains that tried to surround him in a spherical shape were all struck down with a holy sword imbued with sacred fire.

Hundreds of chains are flying forward, left, right, up and down.

The scene was similar to when I was dealing with the Great Apostle who had taken on the devil’s clone a long time ago.

Of course, the difference was obvious.

Calkas’s chains were incomparably stronger than the fleshy tentacles, and the cold air flowing out was enough to damage Dallen’s skin.

However, Dallon also became stronger.

The grazing wound healed in the blink of an eye, and countless lightning strikes that had never been used before were released from the holy sword.

Crying – Crying!

Chain fragments scattered in all directions. It digs in between them without hesitation.

What you’re aiming for is between the flashing blue eyes in the middle of the pile of chains.

There were two ways to get past Phase 1.

Either hold on until the tens of thousands of chains covering Calchas’ body are all used up and broken.

Or fall from the throne inside the tens of thousands of chains and break the staff of Calchas, which controls these many chains.

Dallon’s choice was, of course, the latter.

Clap la la la rock!

My eyes capture the cracks in the chains crashing like waves and the sparkling crystal ball of the staff.

It was only for a moment that the flash and whirlwind intertwined with the holy sword held in both hands.

Gurgling!

A flash of light beyond the tip of the swung sword blazes through the path at the forefront.

Grumble!

The energy of sanctification and crushing are mixed together, and the space expands by stepping behind the lightning strike.

[What…!]

The appearance of the staff was clearly revealed in that split second. Dallen lifted his finger and summoned an axe.

Whoosh –

I slashed the ax towards the closing curtain of chains.

The ax that deviated through the space went straight into the crystal ball at the end of the staff.

Damn it! Damn it!

A vividly audible rupture sound. Fragments of a crystal sphere scattering into pieces.

[My staff…!]

Haaaaaaaaaaa!

An ominous light emanates from between the pieces, as if the gates of hell were opened.

When the light that filled my vision subsided, what I saw in front of me was not a cavity, but a jungle of metal.

It was phase 2.

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