Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 125

Chain Throne (4)

‘Tsk. ‘The intervention of an evil spirit.’

What kind of Enaxagus.

Whilick! Cry,

Dallen muttered as he twisted his body to avoid the flying chains.

It wasn’t difficult to understand the situation.

Just thinking about it a little bit about what happened when the main body of Calchas was killed was enough evidence to put it into context.

A fragment of a staff that poured out the magic power of an evil spirit. It was clearly Enaxagus’s hidden secret art.

The activation conditions and effects were also easy to infer. The moment the spell takes effect is when Calchas dies.

And it was clear that the effect was to summon the slayer to hell by using the body of a freshly dead demon as a sacrifice.

‘It’s a dimension transfer magic that has been twisted several times.’

[Hahaha! How long are you going to run away!]

Kwakwang! Quagwagwang!

Ignoring the devil’s roar and the roar chasing behind him, he kicks the ground once again and runs through the forest.

Kwazijic! simplicity and honesty!

Thick hell trees that break off like toothpicks. The flexible body narrowly avoids the bombardment of chains raining down through it.

At that moment, the alarm bell of a sixth sense comes to me.

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue lightly and lifted his body into the air as if bouncing.

Sigh…!

It took me half a breath to recognize the barbed chain flying into the corner of my vision and reflexively swing my sword.

Whoa!

The shock to my hand was extremely heavy. It was on a completely different level from the chains we were dealing with in the joint.

It’s natural. This is the Chain Throne, the home of Calchas.

Since it was a hell created by the power of the devil, all environments and conditions were optimal battlegrounds for him.

Damn it!

The cold penetrates you in just a moment as your feet touch the ground. The boots were already tattered.

Burbubbuk! Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….

And then there are the chain waves that suddenly burst through the ground, tear the air and even rush forward like snakes.

Chains ranging from as small as an adult man’s thigh to chains as large as a tree were flying in to catch one Dallon.

“…….”

Dallen, who was carefully taking in all of this, stopped running at some point and landed on the ground.

The calculation is complete.

‘It won’t be easy.’

Is it because I was so angry at the party made up of humans and witch dwarves just now?

The devil was pushing him so hard that not even a single bone was left behind.

And in the face of this unstoppable attack from the devil, Dallon calculated the amount of power remaining in the devil one by one.

The number and destructive power of the pouring chains. The coldness contained in each chain. The flow of magical power that opens and closes space. Even in the meantime, there are variables that will be hidden until the end.

Phase 4, something I have never experienced before in a game.

Since it was a fight in the Chain Hell, the headquarters of Calchas, it was necessary to fully understand its condition and abilities.

‘But at the same time, there is no chance of winning at all.’

Is it fortunate among misfortunes?

It was successful in trapping Dalen, but in return, the devil also had to give up his perfect condition.

Because the main body that was summoned with 30% of the power was offered as a sacrifice, the remaining power of the thing is about 60% to 70%.

At that level, the probability of winning if you hit with your own strength was roughly less than 10%.

If it were a game, I would have jumped into the fight, happy just because the odds of winning were not 0.

However, Dallon had no intention of being satisfied there.

Because this world was no longer a fiction beyond the monitor, and there was only one chance.

‘It’s a gamble, but if it works, the odds of winning are 100 percent.’

After

a short thought, I take a deep breath. Both feet planted firmly on the ground to support the body.

In the simple action of holding and lifting the holy sword with both hands, the whirlwind that started from the shoulder quickly ran all the way to the sword body.

Kkkkwang! Gurgling!

Daelon lightly lowered the holy sword with holy fire towards the waves of chains that were destroying the entire ground.

Good luck!

It starts with a thin arc drawn with white flame, like a spark flying in the air.

Quaaaa—

Immediately, a storm filled with white flame poured down in a fan shape toward the front, starting from that trajectory.

Kujijijik-!

Waves of chains collide with storms of fire.

The clash of forces literally crushed the entire space.

The hounds that had been chasing Dallen, one step behind, were torn apart, and even the deep roots of the hell tree were torn up and blown away.

Even though he was far from the heart of the clash, Dallen’s legs were pushed away, creating a deep furrow in the ground.

Soon after the devastating crash subsided.

[Hehehe, have you given up?]

Calchas approached before I knew it, and his eyes flashed with a sneer on the throne.

[The Crushing Sword of the Knight King Lapantella and the Holy Fire. Warrior, it is certain that the possibilities created in your realm are anything but ordinary. So is that your best?]

The devil asked. Dallen laughed lowly.

If he is a holy sword warrior, this would be the best.

‘Thunderstrike’ was created by combining the power of the realm with the power of the holy sword.

And a storm of white flames created by combining the flame obtained from the crack with Lapantella’s crushing sword.

In most fights so far, Dallon has used these two abilities as his de facto main weapons.

In reality, it was rare to be able to handle either of these two properly. In fact, there were more cases where it was not necessary even here.

Currently, Dallon’s body is in a state where it looks like he has used the cheat key several times.

A normal fight would be resolved with a few swings of a sword or an axe or two.

Of course, Calchas, a high-level demon, needs a stronger treatment.

[Hahaha! Where has all the confidence from before gone, warrior!]

I ignore the guy who laughs at me so much that it makes the forest roar, and I slowly breathe in the air filled with bitter cold.

I looked down and looked at my left arm. The familiar blue tattoo had disappeared.

This is because the spell embedded in the wand fragment was a spell that transferred only one slayer.

Dallen tapped the face of the holy sword. Then the holy sword, which had been vibrating faintly until now, stopped trembling.

[okay. A mortal like a bug should be looking down at the ground, but how dare he…]

And instead, what started to tremble was the voice of a devil who had noticed something strange.

Dallen let out the breath he had been holding.

Phew.

The deep heat that came out with my exhaled breath completely drove away the cold that had surrounded my body.

Good luck!

The ground and trees covered in cold chains are slowly burning up in the dark red flames that cling from nowhere.

Dallen looked up. Calchas’s blue eyes met his.

Dark red pupil torn vertically.

The devil who saw those eyes was the flagship.

[Oh how…it may be impossible to simply contain the dragon’s power, but it would be impossible to wield that flame with a mortal body!]

“Damn.”

Cooung.

The air rushes out as I take a step.

A sight where chains measuring several meters in radius were broken, floating, falling apart, and flying away.

Facing the devil’s eyes filled with astonishment, Dallon exposed his sharp fangs.

I also have phase 2, dude.

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Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!

It’s raining chains.

If you were an ordinary human being, the cold would freeze your skin, and if you even lightly brushed against them, they were chains of hell that would shatter your entire body.

The sword was swung just once against the heavy rain that could have wiped out an army of several hundred units in an instant.

A dark red curve drawn by the tip of the sword.

and.

Je━━━

The chains of hell that were shattered and turned into fragments.

Among the falling pieces of metal, Dallon silently hung his sword.

Immediately after, I took a slow breath and lightly kicked the ground.

Tuung –

A new type that soars dozens of meters into the sky at once. It was only for a moment that I was at the same eye level as the giant sitting on the throne.

[Oops…!]

The devil, who had been relaxed just a moment ago, stood up with an urgent expression and pulled out a sword from the back of the throne.

It’s only a few meters long. A long sword large enough to cut through buildings, not people.

A strange letter emits light from the tangled chains on the sword body, drawing in all the magical power of the area.

Guwoung

….

In response, Dallon also stretched out his sword.

Due to the thick black flames, the holy sword looked more like a dragon’s claw than a sword.

Well,

the moment of clash was short.

━━━!

After a brief flash, it was Dallon who was pushed out.

Quarrrrrrr!

As if a powerful bomb had exploded, the entire ground in the area is swept away by the shock wave.

Dallen spread his wings of flame and barely managed to straighten his body as it was caught in the shock wave.

“Big.”

With a single strike of the sword, it bounced back nearly a hundred meters. The explosion of power that swept the area left large and small wounds on Dallen’s body.

Calchas, on the other hand, was still standing on the throne.

There were a few small scratches, but they quickly recovered thanks to the devil’s regenerative power.

[Hahaha! After all, there is no way a mortal could handle that power!]

The devil burst out laughing. Of course, he was not without damage.

One-third of the chain that wrapped around the body of the sword was torn off, and the chain throne that symbolized its power was also damaged in several places.

[Just randomly wielding a power that cannot even be controlled, how is that any different from a child holding a true sword in his hand?]

But what he said was not wrong.

Dark red dragon blood.

A grade A power, the highest among the dozens of skills possessed by Dallon.

Unlike other skills, he could not fully control dragon blood, and there was even a history of trying to burn down his territory with his own will.

Therefore, he suppressed his self-consciousness for a long time with the power of the Holy Sword, and after meeting Bourbon, he sealed that power through the baby Cheonglin Dragon.

If you think about it, isn’t the reason why you’re fighting the devil now because of the deal you made with Bourbon to obtain the mysterious body?

Maybe one day, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with transcendents, but it was impossible to control this power with my current body and talent alone.

‘That is why.’

Dallen had no intention of manipulating this power with his own talents alone.

‘Jinryong.’

Talk to your inner self.

Beyond the image, I think of a huge ancient dragon crouching on a snowy mountain.

‘A dragon whose name has been erased.’

I once again expressed my will to him who remained silent as if he had not heard me.

‘If I die, your last chance will also disappear. ‘Do you really want that?’

[…Don’t pretend to know everything, human. I have built a nest in your territory.]

Then a low, deep voice rang out in the image.

[Your petty deception may have worked for Kyle Berkus, but it is different for me, who knows the source of your thoughts.]

Anger is in the air in your heart. And as soon as the words ended, my vision began to shake.

“Ugh.”

Pressure like lava fills my head, my skin cracks, and black flames vomit out.

An expression of sharp will, as if he could tear this body to pieces at any moment if he wanted to.

Ugh….

The holy sword urgently tried to suppress its power, but Dallon stopped it by gently placing his hand on the sword body.

And said.

‘You should know better because it has built a nest in my mind.’

I take a slow breath and carefully choose my next words.

‘I am the only hope that can make your wish come true.’

[…….]

No answer comes back. However, the spinning vision became much calmer.

Dallen grinned. okay. First of all, you took the bait.

All that was left was to properly grill and boil the transcendent, whose age could not even be estimated, and bring him over to our side.

Just like I have done several times since I fell into this world.

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