Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 138
Burning Granary (1)
[The body of the hunter who fell into the Venus flytrap was recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance Reward: Senses +2 Ackerman’s Drawing Method (C)]
The illusion of the gray corpse crumbles away. Dallen gently brushed his fingertips.
‘Status window.’
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Name: Dallon
Level: 25
[Strength: 38] [Skill: 37] [Stamina: 31]
[Sense: 32] [Intelligence: 31] [Magic Power: 33]
Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leaping (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Blade (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Bolt (D) Signet of the Curse (D) Rere Dao’s Secret Sword (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Hell Gate Key (C) Ackerman’s Drawing Method (C)
*Unique Skill (9)
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Level is As it was, 25. However, leveling up was just around the corner.
In addition, there was no problem because the reward obtained from recovering the body was good.
Dallen picked up the rolling ax and put it in his belt. After searching through the belongings of the warlock and dark knight, he started walking again.
“Are you finished?”
“yes. “It’s just over.”
The paladin who killed the demon grinned, black blood caked on his long blond hair.
The main street in the center of town was a mess. This was because Beelzebub’s body was literally dismantled piece by piece to find its essence.
The middle of the road was littered with the slimy skin, flesh and intestines of giant flies.
Lucia lightly relaxed her shoulders, perhaps feeling stiff from the long disassembly work, then took out a small sealed box from her backpack and put a piece of essence into it. She said.
“The essence will be preserved as fodder for research by the Holy Knights. “In case you have to fight the same demon or a similar type of demon in the future.”
Demons could be broadly divided into three categories.
The first is a demon who has his own hell, like Calchas.
The second is a devil like Beelzebub who belongs to the evil god but does not have his own hell.
And the third is an abandoned demon who has no hell and no affiliation, wandering through labyrinths or other people’s hells.
‘Golakap, the demon who stole the holy sword, was the third and last.’
Fighting demons is always a headache, but if we had to compare them, Golacap was the easiest to deal with.
If I won just one fight, I could say that was the end of it.
On the other hand, the fight with the previous two groups was quite different from the fight between mortals.
First, because his own essence was fused to hell, he could not obtain the essence even if he killed the summoned body.
The second would be summoned as the original body with only a small fragment, leaving most of its essence in the evil god’s hell.
As a result, killing the summoned demon was not the true end for either side, and the fight did not end until they went directly to the hell where it resided and destroyed it.
‘There are other methods, but that’s only when you have mastered black magic to the extreme.’
Even if Dallen can inherit numerous corpses, it is not a method that the Holy Knights would consider.
Therefore, whenever the Holy Knights slay a demon, they collect a piece of its essence and study how to deal with it more effectively.
At least so that the next time you encounter the same demon, you can deal with it more easily than this time.
It was a glimpse into the power of the Holy Knights, who had been fighting against demons for over a thousand years.
“When I’m done, I’ll wake this guy up.”
While Lucia was gathering the sealed box, Dallon brought in the warlock who had been knocked unconscious in a corner.
He had his ear cut off by Lucia’s dagger throw and fainted in the aftermath of the ensuing battle.
Dallen roughly threw the warlock among the demonic remains. Since I didn’t faint due to a spell or curse, no special measures were needed.
Just place your foot lightly on your shin and apply a little force.
Wood clatter!
“Kwaaaaaak!”
The warlock opened his eyes and foamed at his mouth. At the same time, Sienna chanted a spell.
“Nox. Shasikaum.”
With a short chant, a dull feather is sucked into the warlock’s open mouth.
The warlock coughed harshly a few times and looked up at her with a pale, tired expression.
Sienna said.
“I can’t use spells now. “If you want to use it, you have to risk destroying your own heart.”
“That’s great.”
He’s a spellcaster who lost his spells. Is there anyone who is this easy to interrogate?
Dallen naturally crouched down in front of the guy. The warlock looked as if he had already given up on everything.
***
The interrogation didn’t take long.
Dallen only had to break two more fingers to get the information he wanted.
“…So what you’re saying is that the legendary Vine Witch has been resurrected?”
After finally hearing the full story from the warlock’s mouth, Sienna sighed and crossed her eyebrows.
“That’s right. “The Witch of the Vine…the witch who died a thousand years ago was reborn in the cauldron of Enaxagus.”
“Are you saying that witch is the culprit behind all of this?”
“exactly. I really am. She revealed herself to be the Vine Witch and her appearance was identical to the one in the legend. A woman of small stature who wears thick, dark-colored robes and always hides her face with a mask. The path of thorny vines follows its footsteps and even confronts one of the founders of the Labyrinth City…Kwaaaaah!”
Crack!
Dallen broke all the remaining fingers of the hand he was holding. There was no reason to waste time with the order taker’s useless tongue play.
What’s important is that his prediction was correct.
The only thing that happened was that the Vine Witch, one of the boss mobs that only appears near the end of the game, appeared at this point.
‘If there’s one problem…’
It was that the warlock’s testimony contained somewhat disparate words.
Dallon wasn’t the only one who caught the awkwardness. Lucia, who had been frowning seriously the entire time she was listening to the story, raised her sword and stabbed the warlock’s thigh and said.
“Did you say it was the cauldron of Enaxagus, warlock?”
“That’s right.”
“According to the Templar literature, the Vine Witch offered her soul to Laphilem before being defeated. And Laphilem is fond of what he owns. “It doesn’t suit Enaxagus.”
“Ah… that…”
The warlock’s face turned pale again.
This was because he witnessed white flames slowly spreading over the sword body that was gently pressing against his thigh.
“Answer me. Why? Is this a lie spewed out because the Holy Knights thought they couldn’t even figure out the evil spirits’ tendencies? Or do you have another plan?”
“No, I just…”
The warlock shook his head. Thick saliva mixed with blood flows down my chin.
The white flame of Danma.
The fear of the Inquisitor’s white flame was imprinted on the warlocks like a nightmare.
In this situation, where even resistable spells are tied down, what he feels must be something more than the fear of death.
Still, there was only one reason why he couldn’t come up with a plausible answer.
Because he literally knows nothing.
“Lucia.”
Just before the white flame touched the warlock’s skin, Dallon reached out and held Lucia’s hand.
A hand as thick as a bear’s paw gently covered a small, white hand. Lucia was momentarily shocked and withdrew her sword.
“Hmm…”
Leaving behind her slightly blushing face, Dallon took a long stride towards the warlock. He said.
“These guys are outcasts.”
“…abandonment?”
Sienna asked back. Dallen nodded.
“That’s also a very strategic abandonment. “To get their attention and mine.”
“…What does that mean?”
This time it was Lucia. Dallen told the story quickly.
“Enaxagus was directly involved in this matter. Considering that the Dark Knight was a squire of Enaxagus, this guy’s testimony is also conclusive.”
The Dark Knight, a servant of Enaxagus, was the actual leader of this party.
The fact that they attacked with confidence by only summoning one demon meant that the leader had no idea about the power the two had.
In particular, Dallen’s power of the red spear is a powerful power that completely destroyed the hell of Calchas, a member of Enaxagus.
What does it mean that even such an important fact was not taught?
‘From the beginning, these guys were a deceitful group of outcasts. From the beginning, the intention was to tie Sienna and me underground.’
Even the evaporation of an entire village was just a bait.
So, what is the scale of the real plan he was preparing?
Although we cannot yet understand the entire story, we were able to learn at least one fact through the warlock’s testimony.
‘The two evil gods Enaxagus and Laphilem joined hands.’
It was the worst situation.
The fact that the Vine Witch, who was originally a member of Laphilem’s family, was handed over to Enaxagus was nothing short of a symbol of forming a complete, if temporary, alliance.
Moreover, since she came out of Enaxagus’ pothole, the current development has already completely shattered existing precedents.
It is impossible to imagine what kind of results came from the cauldron of evolution, which mixes existence with existence and hopes for the escape of species.
The only thing that is certain is that the result will be more terrible than the original.
“Abandoned…. That’s a moose… Wow!”
Suddenly!
The ax blade flashed and the disembodied head rolled around on the floor.
There was no time to listen to the lamentations of a warlock who had been abandoned by his master.
Now that you have all the information you need, all that’s left is to move quickly.
“Speaking of an alliance of evil gods… Whether I want to report to the Knights or deal with the situation at hand, I have to go up to the surface first.”
“The sewer exit closest to here is towards the Western District. I’ll guide you through the shortest route. Follow me.”
A witch and a paladin fit together as if they had never growled together.
This was proof that the two people had gone through a lot of training and combat and were too big heroes to let trivial emotions mess things up.
The group quickly grabbed the blood-red dagger, a keepsake of the Dark Knight group, and immediately left the village and moved to the ground.
The corpses of the devil and his followers, spread out in the middle of a deserted, deserted village, soon became a feast for rats and bugs.
***
Snag!
A flash of light flashes. Blood spurted out. It was thick, dark green blood.
A head falling, leaving green marks on the wall, as if a bucket of paint had been thrown.
Kwasik!
Before the head even hit the floor, Dallon’s fist broke the other guy’s head.
“Nox! Ovex!”
Bump bobble! Suddenly!
A spell that slams four tramps against the wall at the same time and a sharp sword strike that cuts two of them in half with a single sword.
A low street muddy with sediment. Dallen and his group were climbing to the ground, breaking through an attack by drugged vagabonds.
“Gooooooooo!”
“Grrrrrrrrr! “Aaaah!”
A group of vagabonds, ranging from as few as five or six to as many as a hundred.
Among them, there were refugees who had recently flowed into the city, and there were also vagabonds who had originally lived in the lower streets.
But their origins no longer mattered. Those who rush at people with their eyes glazed over to devour human flesh are nothing more than monsters.
The power they produced far exceeded the limit of what their trembling limbs could produce, and dark magic even faintly glimmered in their drugged eyes.
“God of war—!”
When meeting a new group, Lucia sometimes poured out her holy power of purification, but the results did not change.
Instead of being healed, the soul consumed by black magic only suffers as if divine power was poured on a monster.
At this level, it is closer to a curse than a homemade drug. I was curious about the source and method of how the drug was manufactured.
‘This has never happened in a game. However, in episodes where the Vine Witch appears, her targets were always limited.’
The situation has already become so twisted that comparing it to past episodes is meaningless.
However, if you can catch even one or two clues, there is no reason to neglect collecting helpful information as it is a profitable business.
“Right aisle! After going about 30 meters, find a ladder behind the wall of the building on the left… No, I’m not saying to destroy the wall! Nox! Ovex!”
Meanwhile, following Sienna’s guidance, he runs ahead through the road, constantly testing his newly acquired skills in his head.
C-grade skill. Ackerman’s drawing method.
A secret message left behind by a legendary map maker who is said to have drawn a map of the fourth floor of the labyrinth.
As I walked through the maze-like low streets, the first proper view began to enter my mind.
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