Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 124
Chain Throne (3)
Not long ago, when the skill level exceeded the critical level.
Things that were previously unseen began to appear in Dallen’s eyes.
The direction and flow of conceptual force that cannot be explained by physical laws alone.
It was a mixture of numerous lines that could not be seen directly with the naked eye, but could be perceived with the sixth sense.
Just by recognizing it, the art of manipulating power has progressed, and with a little tweaking, even things that were impossible before have become possible.
The representative results are salt sand and stone steps.
A transfer made by once again working on new skills created through the area.
And when the horsepower level even exceeded the threshold, change came once again.
Sigh…
dark clouds are gathering. The location was not above the sky.
Dark red clouds began to rise from the chain-filled ground like a haze.
“Great Dallon! “You can’t believe it…”
the dwarf asked in a puzzled tone. There was no need for an answer to that question.
As my fingertips made more complex gestures, the answer was replaced by dark clouds that changed their shape and scale at every moment.
Rumbling.
In the middle of a forest covered in chains.
Dark clouds rising from the ground slowly begin to tangle and rotate.
There was only one spell I wanted to use.
‘Hegaleus’ rain of flames.’
A spell created by the former magic tower master of the Ignella Magic Tower, a long-time pioneer of flame-type magic.
Even in the magic tower’s education and research process, spells that can only be learned at the highest level boasted extensive weather manipulation and spectacular performances as expected of a C-grade skill.
One of the symbolic spells of the Magic Tower that is well known internationally thanks to its splendor.
That spell was now being recreated in a new form at Dallen’s fingertips.
Kurrrrr…!
The dark clouds, which had been entangled in layers in a spiral shape, soon took the form of a huge pillar tens of meters high.
A black pillar that emits heat in the middle of the cold shadow of hell, driving away the cold and even melting the chains lying everywhere.
“Ignel – Celtideo Lagreta.”
And the moment when a short chant marked the end of a long prison sentence.
Quaaaaaaaa!
The color of the dark red cloud pillar was reversed and a bright red pillar of fire burned brightly illuminating the surrounding area. This world
where spells
and supernatural powers exist and martial arts that only appear in martial arts magazines are taught.
The power of the realm where the impossible becomes possible appears in reality using the medium of magical power as the driving force.
If the skill of crossing the threshold was capable of recognizing and twisting the flow of power.
The power to directly control the flow of magical power that exceeds the threshold.
Tick.
Dallen lightly moved his fingertips. Then, dozens of flames shot out from the pillar of flame and spread out toward the distorted space.
Blah blah blah!
The statues that had been twisted by the pouring bombardment of flames began to become fixed one by one.
Kugugugu…!
Conversely, the shadow of hell, the background of the test, slowly begins to disappear from the horizon.
“Manipulating spells at will is something only a high wizard can do…”
Bjorn, who was watching from the side, mutters these words with his mouth wide open.
Dallen chuckled. It didn’t feel bad.
Beyond the monitor.
He has been raised as a miscellaneous character who is far from the norm for more than half of the challenges he has repeated hundreds of times.
This is because I thought that in order to conquer the game without cheating, miscellaneous characters were the answer.
Your current self is probably quite close to the ideal character you dreamed of on the other side of the monitor at the time.
Of course, contrary to the will I had at the time, I acquired the body and talent by spending a lot of money, but what can I say?
The world was no longer a game and there was only one thing he had to do.
Defeat the coming apocalypse and have a chance to survive and return.
Damn it…!
The cracks in the space that had been split into hundreds of pieces are being restored. It’s like shooting bulletproof glass with a gun and then replaying the scene with a slow camera.
The images, coming together and becoming one, reflected the battle taking place in the huge cavity.
Chrrrrrrrr…!
Hundreds of thick chains extending toward one point.
Go go go go!
The witch’s power to withstand the attack with a blurry afterimage of feathers.
Sienna worked harder than expected, but it seemed like she was slowly approaching her limit.
It’s natural. No matter how weakened it may be after leaving Hell, its home base, its opponent is a high-level devil.
This does not mean that the witch’s power she regained is weak.
On the contrary, it must be great that I have endured so far with the strength I just regained.
Damn…!
Before I knew it, the wall was intact except for a few strands of incontinence, and on the contrary, more than 90% of the scene of hell had evaporated.
That means the end of the second phase is just around the corner.
At this point, Calchas, who had been concentrating on getting the witch, must have noticed something strange and looked in the direction where Daelon and Bjorn were.
Yep!
As soon as the image was fully formed, the shadow of hell disappeared and the two divine figures fell from the air toward the bottom of the cave.
[The warrior of the holy sword…!]
The devil shouts, his eyes flashing. It was unfortunate timing for him.
He is on the verge of finally defeating the witch and gaining the power he has longed for.
Faced with eyes distorted with anger as things didn’t work out as expected, Dallon smiled fiercely and pulled out the holy sword.
Rumbling…!
The familiar thundering sound of a holy sword explodes from the tip of the sword along with a flash of light.
At the same time, a huge pillar of light breaks through the thick ceiling of the cave and strikes towards the devil’s head.
Two lines of flash dividing the dark cavity.
「Thunderstrike(雷擊)」.
Gurgling!
The devil, hit squarely by a lightning strike, stumbles and retreats. Meanwhile, Dallon approached Sienna and stretched out his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“…more than ever.”
The corner of the mouth that doesn’t let go even though fresh blood is flowing.
That must be what the pleasure of regaining power after a dozen years means.
A feeling of fulfillment greater than any level-up or body recovery that Dallen had ever experienced would dominate her entire body.
“Can you keep fighting? “If you have lost the strength for such a long time, your body’s rebound when you regain it will be significant.”
“of course. How long have you waited for the day to put your spells on that dog. ”
“If that’s the case.”
Dallen nodded. He reached down and retrieved the axe.
At that time, a dwarf came up to the two people.
“It looks like that guy didn’t die from just one hit.”
“Then did you think that, despite being evil in name and character, a single bolt of lightning would lead to a goal?”
Sienna laughed. She spat the blood that had collected in her mouth onto the ground.
“Now is the start.”
Hood…!
The moment her black eyes twinkled with magic light, countless flapping wings echoed like hallucinations in the space around her.
The power of the Feather Witch.
Its power is basically a hallucination type, but at the same time, its destructive power makes it one of the top three bloodlines of all witches.
“Haha, a devil in a dark cave. “This is the perfect environment to explode a bomb.”
Bjorn, too, seemed to have overcome the mental damage he received in the forest, and with an open face, loaded homemade ammunition into his shotgun.
[The power of the realm manifested from the Holy Sword… That’s impressive.]
At that time, Calkas, who had completely shaken off the sparks from the lightning strike, raised his staff and brushed off the half-broken chain robe.
Kkkwang-!
Immediately, Dallon’s new form disappeared, and the stone floor he had been standing on cracked.
It was the beginning of Phase 3.
***
Sigh!
Dozens of chains are shot out.
The magic of the cold energy surrounding each tip was, at best, a threat greater than that of a cannonball fired from a cannon.
Kkwagwagwagwang!
Wherever it touches, the stone walls and floor crumble, and the fragments freeze and become frozen before they even fly.
And Dallon ran through the pouring chain bombardment. His feet were repeatedly stepping into the air rather than the ground.
Twang-tong!
Jumping and running as if ignoring gravity is the ability of the unique skill, Stepping Away.
The three-dimensional maneuver encompassing the invisible floor, walls, and ceiling was enough to evade even the devil’s chains.
Of course, the power of Calchas was not limited to chain bombing alone.
Crumbling!
As the guy raised his magic power, fragments of the gates of hell opened in various places.
Dozens of hunting dogs rushed out from within, baring their teeth at the group.
“I’ll take care of these guys!”
Pubububung! Cry!
Explosives thrown with skillful hands explode in the right place, scattering hundreds of pieces of iron in the desired direction.
It was no ordinary fragment. Each piece of iron is engraved with dwarf rune magic.
The moment it touches the chain wrapped around the hound, the powerful light emitted by the rune blows away the cold contained in the chain.
Let’s go!
Wow! Break it!
Hunting dogs the size of a house are roasted alive by a powerful magical current flowing through the chain.
[With the poor gunpowder weapons of the humans…!]
A demon letting out a roar full of anger. However, there is no opportunity to look away.
As soon as the devil stretched out his staff towards Bjorn, dozens of streams of magical energy were shot at his body.
Whirly!
Blurry shapes of feathers flying with the sound of tearing wind.
Churrrr- Kaga-ga-gang!
He hurriedly retrieved his staff and wrapped the hundreds of chains around him one more time, but he was unable to stop all the feathers flying in from all directions.
[Witch!]
“Did you think I was going to be beaten forever?”
[On the subject of the bloodline of a traitor who joined the stinking human side…!]
Gurgling!
After interrupting the guy, white lightning crashes through the ceiling once again.
Perhaps because he had been hit once, a chain barrier was quickly formed to cover the guy’s head.
Damn it!
The cold contained in the chain exploded and blocked the lightning.
However, the flash of light shot by Dallen, who had already reached his feet, pierced the devil’s shoulder as if to show off.
[Whoops…! Who is the owner of the holy sword and can fight even if he loses that sword?…]
“You talk a lot, bastard.”
He lightly kicks his seat and laughs. The belated bombardment of chains only shattered the stone floor.
The situation wasn’t bad. No, it was safe to say that it was actually good.
There are warriors who are entering the realm of inhumanity, witches who are born with the power of their blood, and even craftsmen who have a unique fighting sense with modified gunpowder.
Even though the party consisted of only three people, the demon that had just been summoned was unable to come to its senses and could do nothing but get beaten up.
The reasons were varied.
‘Sienna is adapting to the witch’s power faster than I thought. Bjorn’s gunpowder and rune magic have good compatibility against Calchas’ descendants.’
That’s not all. Dallen’s abilities are at a level that can only be seen at the end of the mid-game in normal play.
It is a fight that combines the talent and power accumulated so far with the abilities of the heroes and a little bit of luck.
It wouldn’t be good for a person who played hundreds of games to lose under conditions that were this much advantageous.
[These bastards…!]
As time passes, the situation becomes more and more tilted.
Contrary to his majestic appearance, Calchas was driven to a corner with injuries increasing here and there.
Lips distorted and bleeding blue blood. The two eyes became closer to venom than arrogant anger.
‘It must be frustrating.’
Dallen chuckled.
Because his essence was embedded in the Chain Throne, the maximum power he can produce now is about 30% compared to in hell.
With its original power, it can be easily swept away, so the injustice it will cause when it is defeated will be twice as great.
Of course, on the other hand, that meant that it could not be completely destroyed by killing it here.
As long as the essence contained in the Chain Throne is alive and well, he will be resurrected in his own hell at any time.
‘Does not matter. At least for now.’
However, the key to this operation is to prevent him from being summoned to the ground.
It doesn’t matter because the goal wasn’t to destroy the devil from the beginning.
‘Experience comes in without any problem.’
Gurgling!
Lightning strikes once again from the ceiling of the cave, which collapses before being breached and overlooks the sky.
A flash of light shatters the chain barrier that the devastated devil had managed to build and tears his body, which was almost in tatters, to pieces once again.
[Kaaaaak!]
A scream that is close to death resounds in the cavity. thud. A large body over 10 meters fell to its knees.
Calchas’ body was covered in wounds. This is because the witch’s authority and the power of the realm persistently interfered with the devil’s transcendental regenerative power.
“I think it’s over.”
“…….”
Dallen was momentarily shocked by the dwarf’s words of suddenly raising the flag, but he did his best not to show it.
In his opinion, this was the end of the boss battle. Dallen landed lightly on the ground and approached the guy.
[Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….]
“What are you laughing at?”
[It’s definitely strong. The story that Cheongrin was defeated with the help of dragon blood was not a lie. It looks like I can’t use that power like I should yet…but just increasing the durability of the body is a powerful advantage for a hero with power beyond mortality.] That’s a
shame. Who wouldn’t be a boss mob?
Dallen indifferently raised his sword. In reality, there was no reason to fill up the ending cutscene.
At that moment, Calchas’ blue eyes flashed.
[Enaxagus left a warning. Be careful of yourself, warrior.]
Huung –
The sword is lowered.
With a thunderbolt beyond imagination that can cut off even the devil’s head.
[And he also left me a gift.]
‘A gift?’
[He says we must not neglect welcoming guests.]
Gwareung-!
A flash of light cuts off the giant’s thick neck. The two eyes of the severed head were bent and blurred.
At the same time, the half-cut staff fell out of his hand.
Slurp –
the sticky, liquid-like magical power that extended from that piece of wood swallowed Calchas’ corpse without giving him time to react.
“Dallen! danger…!”
Sienna, who was watching from a little distance, shouted. At the same time, a warning message was sent as the magic power level exceeded the critical limit.
‘What is this?’
The time given is fleeting.
My brain spins and analyzes the situation.
Calchas’s body is dead. The experience points were also properly received.
However, his body was consumed by sticky magic and literally evaporated. And that magic power was a type that Dallen had seen many times.
The problem is that that experience only happens when you’re in the latter stages of the game, beyond the monitor.
‘What the fuck…!’
Sigh!
Before I can even finish my thought, my magic explodes. My vision was reversed along with the feeling of being dragged somewhere.
After quickly shaking off his dizziness, Dallon looked around with his sword in front of him.
Hwii….
It was a forest.
The same forest he was in just a moment ago.
A landscape of hell where thin and thick chains cover the dead hell trees and parched ground, with no trace of warmth.
‘The Hell Chain Throne of Calchas.’
However, what was different from the shadow of hell that I had faced a few hours ago was that there was a huge throne in the middle of the forest.
[Hehehe. Looking at your expression, I see that the care you took in welcoming guests was worth it, warrior.] The
high-ranking demon Calchas was sitting on top of him, his body flawless and without a single wound.
[Just try making fun of your mouth like before.]
Even in this rotten game, there was no 4th phase.
125