Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 137

border village (4)

began immediately.

Food deud deuk!

The first thing that happened was the sound of wings tearing through the air and the chest of one of the two warlocks sinking in.

“Skel! “Ugh, you cursed witch!”

And before his fellow warlock raised his staff in panic as he saw his fallen colleague bleeding.

It was the second time that a disc of flashing light flew towards the guy’s eyebrows.

Paaat –

The moment the disk reached the creature’s nose, a dark green shield spell appeared. The disc did not reach the target between the eyes.

Kwajangchang!

A dagger that breaks the protective shield made of magic tools, deflects, and falls, cutting off one of the ears.

“…….”

After seeing the Knights Templar emblem engraved on the dagger, Dallon turned his head back again.

Lucia, the owner of the throwing dagger, shrugged her shoulders.

“I tried to imitate Dallan’s fighting style. “It was perfect against warlocks.”

“…Right.”

Dallen scratched his chin. The demon slayer beyond the monitor didn’t use any grabs like throwing daggers.

‘I guess it doesn’t matter.’

As always, the more variables, the better.

Having seen hundreds of endings, breaking his expectations means moving away from a closed ending.

“Hahaha! That’s a fun trick. A paladin throwing daggers like a jester in front of nobles!”

At that time, the Dark Knight burst out laughing. Dallen slightly raised his eyebrows.

Even though two of the five had already died and one warlock had collapsed from shock, he didn’t seem to care at all.

‘It must have been assumed from the beginning that it was something other than power.’

Proper warlocks are rare, and those capable of full-scale combat are even rarer.

Perhaps warlocks only play the role of supplying sacrifices and manufacturing drugs and are not treated as actual combatants. It was said that the real instigator of this incident was not the bastards but the Dark Knight.

‘…No, to be exact, I would be a middle manager.’

Dallen quickly corrected his thoughts.

Because none of them had the false impression that came out while interrogating that rat, a low-level executive of the Dark Woldan.

Small body. A featureless robe.

If she were here, Dallen wouldn’t have been so relaxed either.

“Did you say demon slayer? “Try and see if that humble dagger can even work on the body of Beelzebub, a giant-mouthed demon who is a fusion of prey and prey, the one loved by Laphilem!”

Cooung.

As Dallan quickly gathered his thoughts, the devil finally came out of the gates of hell.

Beelzebub, one of the many demons under Laphilem, was a strange creature in the shape of a giant toad.

It has four legs like the hind legs of a frog. It has two front legs that look like twisted human arms.

The slimy skin was covered in sticky mucus, and the heads and wings of numerous flies were sprouting from its body and whirling.

[I found the body of a hunter trapped in the Venus flytrap.]

Naturally, I erase the notification window that pops up and take a look at the guy with the holy sword hanging down.

And were you conscious of his gaze?

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

With an unpleasant sound, Beelzebub’s massive body slowly rises.

Hundreds of fly wings hanging all over the body began to flap their wings in unison.

Hundreds of small dot-like eyes were clustered around the head, looking down at Dallen.

Its huge maw opened inside the head, a limp mass of flesh that looked as if it had burned and melted.

[Grrrrrr…!!]

It wasn’t human language. It’s just a cry that’s almost like a scream.

That alone made the air tremble and a wave of plague rushed towards Daelon.

Kwagwagwagwa –

A cloudy dark green energy originating from hell that rots and turns everything it touches.

Dallen still did not raise his sword.

“careful…!”

He shrugged his shoulders at Lucia’s shout and simply extended his left hand forward.

Damn it!

Then, light exploded from a gap in the armor on his left shoulder, and a translucent force field blocked the waves of plague.

A dark green energy that bounces and disappears as if it were blocked by some wall.

“The sacred tattoo of plague resistance… How can this be, that barbarian is a paladin?”

The Dark Knight’s mouth finally dropped open when he saw that scene. Only then did Dallan raise his sword.

“You racist bastard, you need to talk to me.”

His new form became blurred.

***

“God of War!”

A bright flash flies. It was in the shape of a clear crescent moon.

The sacred sword energy, which is said to be only available to paladins, was woven into the sword and sent flying towards the enemy.

Kkwagwagwang!

[Gaaaa!]

As the sword energy collided with the slippery skin, the demon twisted its body and screamed in pain.

Because the body was coated with hellish magic, it was not cut off at once, but the thick skin and skin that were covered with body fluids were peeled off.

Of course, the attack did not end with just that.

“Farn! Aim for the legs!”

“yes!”

Lucia, who sent the trainee knight first, moved her feet lightly. The earthen wall of the building that I naturally stepped onto after a few steps.

Quaaaang!

As I raise the power of the sacred tattoo and kick the ground beneath my feet, the poorly built wall of the building collapses.

Her divine form became a flash of lightning and passed by the devil’s face.

A flashing white flame.

A skin that cracks and spits out dark green blood.

and.

[Gwouuuuk!]

A scream from a huge maw befitting its nickname.

Quagwang! Quagwagwang!

Lucia radiated light from the sacred tattoos all over her body, stepping on the walls and roofs of buildings and aiming for the devil’s head.

It tried to counterattack with its long front paws, but its kicks in the air only collapsed the building.

“Whoa!”

[That’s it!]

Parn also constantly distracted the guy’s attention by cutting his legs with a sword imbued with divine power.

An extraordinary sight where a paladin and a trainee knight are cornering the main body of the devil.

Even though Beelzebub had just been summoned by a lesser demon, this fight taking place in the village was a sight beyond ordinary knowledge.

“Nox! Ovex!”

“Kyaaaaaak!”

Of course, the fight taking place on the other side was not much different.

Sienna’s spell, which fires multiple shock waves with a single spell and even predicts and blocks the escape route.

Translucent feathers rained down like blades on the shadow elf who was hit by the spell and flew away.

“Oops! Kahak!”

She quickly escaped with the shadow elf’s secret arts, but five or six feathers had already dug into her limbs.

However, without even having time to shudder in pain, the shadow elf had no choice but to jump away to avoid the shock magic that flew at her again.

“…who the hell are you?”

The Dark Knight, whose plate had already been torn in several places, looked at the whole scene with an expression of incomprehension.

It’s natural. What they did was at a level that could have put the entire Bronze District in danger.

Refugees were used to distribute drugs laced with occult drugs into the streets, and as a result, the entire population of a village was evaporated.

The things planned afterward would have been more than this, but by no means impossible.

I would have had enough confidence to deal with two paladins, a barbarian mercenary, and a back alley intelligence merchant.

“Enaxagus didn’t tell me this. How did you manage to accumulate this much power while avoiding the eyes of God…!”

The Dark Knight struggled. Dallen chuckled.

“Hey, pick up your sword.”

“…Are you going to tease me until the end? “If it’s your skills…”

“It’s funny to play games with evil spirits and all that.”

“Ta…what?”

There was no answer. Dallen snapped his fingers.

Then the ax pulled itself out from his belt and flew towards the Dark Knight without hesitation.

Parallack- Kkow!

“Ugh!”

The Dark Knight stretched out his sword and barely managed to block it. But it wasn’t the end.

A hatchet that bounces off and flies several meters, then spins around half a turn and is fired again.

Wow!

Sharp sword again. It bounces off once more. It swings around diagonally and goes in again.

Kang-!

It was lightly spilled, but the shoulder pad was torn. I waved my hand once more. This time diagonally from bottom to top.

Cough!

As I let it out, it turns briefly again and heads towards the back of my head.

Parallack!

“Ugh!”

With a willful flick of his finger, the hatchet circled around the Dark Knight as if it were tied to a rubber band.

The continuous noise of sharp swords. Flames that constantly bounce.

As time passed, the Dark Knight’s armor became tattered and his eyes also began to turn black.

‘It seems quite urgent.’

Even for warlocks and dark knights, who are lawless themselves, there are things that are completely taboo.

Even if you sacrifice other people’s souls in hundreds, you must protect them without sacrificing your own body and soul.

The black smoke-like energy flowing out through the torn armor was evidence that he had broken the taboo and sold his body and soul to the devil.

And finally.

Pararak –

The man drunk with the magic of hell lost his senses.

“Kaaaa!”

Wow!

He harshly swats away the flying hatchet, kicks the ground and lunges straight towards Dallen.

Even though the distance was thirty meters, it narrowed literally in the blink of an eye.

The guy with exposed limbs and face covered in blood and black magic flowing from his eyes looked more like the incarnation of the devil than a person.

It’s not wrong. A warlock who sacrifices everything like that becomes a monster who has lost his humanity.

“Die!”

With a strangely echoing voice, the sword was completely covered with dark blue magical power.

Whoosh –

The sound of the sword strike was like a sound that cut the air rather than cutting it.

Dallen calmly held the holy sword towards the overflowing black magic that was not enough to cover the sword.

‘Tear it apart.’

Awakens imagery.

The root of it all was the flowering of one’s own talent.

[Lapantella’s Crushing Sword (C)]

– One of the sword techniques passed down from generation to generation in the royal family of the Eastern Knight Kingdom. It is a two-handed sword technique that focuses extremely on attack. Consider even defense as part of attack and focus only on destructive power in all attacks. The person who created this swordsmanship is said to have had the nickname ‘Storm King’ due to the legend that he could summon a storm with his sword. –

The new skill created by twisting

100% of the mastery is only a medium to convey the image.

‘Lapantella’s Crushing Sword pursues extreme destructive power.’

Crushing everything in front of you with overwhelming power is the image and gist of the Crushing Sword.

What Dallen wanted to do was to condense that destructive power instead of spreading it.

Squeaky crackling –

the space is torn apart.

No, it was closer to being erased rather than torn.

The vortex contained in the sword was concentrated on one point, and the destructive power that had been scattered was also concentrated in a local area.

The result is the disappearance of the magic system starting from the tip of the sword.

「Malwon(抹原)」

Chijijijijijik-!

With a sound like static from an Earth radio, the energy on the Dark Knight’s sword body evaporated without a trace.

“What…what…”

Kang!

A sword that breaks in half and flies away. The Dark Knight looked down at his empty hands with dumbfounded eyes.

Dallen waved his sword indifferently. The dark knight’s body, with all his armor torn apart, fell on the wet dirt road.

And after some time. The battle ended

with

the demon’s head cut off by Lucia’s sword falling next to the bloody corpse of the shadow elf.

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