Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 144
Cheonbyeon Comics (3)
Gwareung-!
On top of a ruined building. A bolt of lightning strikes along with a thunderclap.
Kyaaaaa!
Swollen corpse pieces fly in all directions, and a corpse golem with its body cut in half falls down screaming.
Cooung.
The ground rumbles low. A growing experience bar.
Almost half of the experience points have already been accumulated until the next level up. However, there was no time to appreciate it.
Towoong –
As soon as you jump high into the sky with your leaping skill, the ground you were standing on collapses.
What emerged from the hole was a corpse golem the size of a three-story building with four arms and four legs each.
Big!
The golem, which was itself a mass of corpses, roared when it saw Dallan.
It was an ensemble of shouts and screams from dozens of faces between limbs tied together with thorny vines.
Quagwang!
The golem hit the ground with a loud noise as broken stones and dirt poured down like a waterfall.
The target is a warrior standing high in the sky. It stretched out an arm as thick as a cedar tree towards Dallen.
「Yuseop(流燮)」
And the sky flashed.
Grrrr…!
A sky full of dark clouds.
A piece of cloud flows down with its colors reversed.
The white streak extending to the ground looked like lightning without thunder.
However, what is contained in each branching stem is not hundreds of millions of volts of voltage, but a flame of divine power.
‘Danma’s white flame.’
Interrogator of the Holy Knights.
A white flame, a symbol of that special status.
The dozens of lightning strikes that were striking from the sky right now were a punishment created by those white flames.
Oh no!
Kieeeee!
The white flame’s lightning struck not only the jumping corpse golems but also those hiding underground or inside buildings.
A pillar of pure white flame erupts from everywhere. Countless screams of monsters echoed throughout the ruined city.
“…….”
Dallen stood in the air and looked down at the scenery blankly.
Just looking at it sends shivers down my spine. The fingertips holding the sword tingled as if electricity were running through them.
It was a different feeling from when I witnessed the power of the red spear.
Even though he was not born with the power in his hands, he was able to complete it from the images he built up on his own.
As Dallan looked at the power of the transcendental man who had honed himself for over a hundred years, he felt a strange resonance rising from deep within his heart.
A feeling closer to a sense of improvement rather than a feeling of overwhelm.
This was not a mountain that had to be overcome with gritted teeth like the apocalypse, but a checkpoint that had to be passed someday.
“Let’s go. “I can feel the witch’s presence over there.”
Eberron approached Dallan, who was lost in thought, and spoke. He naturally floated in the air and pointed with his finger toward the inner city.
Instead of walking straight away, Dallon stared at the transcendental person in front of him for a moment.
“…Do you have any problem?”
The face of a nobleman, still common in the uniform of an ordinary soldier.
However, the magical power under his feet and the radiance of divine power shining in his eyes were something that had never been seen before.
‘A flight spell that can be learned at the Delos Magic Tower, the sanctuary of Windwalker type wizards. And even among the Holy Knights, only the interrogators are taught the white flame of the Danma.’
Two powers that are too far apart for one person to possess.
It was nothing short of an indicator that clearly showed the identity of Eberron Raktala.
There are two powers that created the nickname “the face of a world of comics.”
Lee Jik, who splits his own existence countless times and lives the lives of dozens of people in one era.
In addition, it is an art that brings together dozens of lives and mixes them into a single image without any sense of separation.
His power to control numerous powers with one body and domain may be an aspect of the path Dallen must follow.
Dallen said, gathering the thoughts in his head.
“It’s no big deal. “I just thought it was amazing when I saw it in person.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Living the lives of dozens of people as one person. And to put that power back into one person’s body.”
Eberron looked slightly surprised, but then smiled faintly.
“It’s a remark as if you were in my shoes. “How can I lose interest like this?”
Dallen shrugged. He took steps toward the direction Eberron had pointed.
His senses could also feel the witch’s magic power gradually amplifying. This means that they noticed their presence as intruders, albeit belatedly.
It was time to move.
***
Like the other districts in the Bronze Zone, the Western District consisted of a total of 20 districts.
Among them, the one surrounded by the witch’s barrier is near the city center in District 41.
It was a fairly large area to search on foot, but Dallen and Eberron, who could fly over the building, were able to find traces of the witch before long.
“Matilda.”
A large grain warehouse complex behind the Western District Administration building.
Eberron, who had landed in the clearing in front of him, opened his mouth.
“It’s okay to hide it like that. “What on earth can you do with yourself squeezed into a gap in space?”
[At least I can wait for you to step down. Because I didn’t come here to fight you.]
Zuzuzu, that is –
the air split open as if splitting the skin of an animal, and a small woman appeared.
He was at most around Dallon’s waist. In comparison, a long, rich, neutral-colored robe that drags on the floor.
The magic tools in the form of young spells and masks on a deeply pressed hood could not pierce even Payoung’s magical eyes.
The most I can make out is that her hair color is grey-green.
‘It won’t be easy. ‘It’s a good thing I left the dragon outside the barrier.’
Dallen unconsciously placed his hand on his waist and thought.
The Vine Witch was strong.
As a rule of thumb, he is similar to or slightly above the high-level demon Calchas.
Although they did not receive backup from the power of hell, the density of magical power flowing from the witch was not much different from that of the witch.
And if the witch was left to run wild like this, she would soon ‘ascend’ to the devil and create her own hell.
[If I had wanted to, the guards in the Western District would have been annihilated already. You had mercy in your hands, but you ungratefully killed my minions and broke through the barrier. “Do you have any thoughts at all?]
“If you were going to put up the shield of mercy, you were completely wrong when tens of thousands of people were poisoned with drugs purified through black magic. “Isn’t that right, old man?”
[Tsk, tsk, this guy who didn’t live up to even half of a seer doesn’t even have a bad haircut. It’s not my business to know how many people die. Don’t you guys think that too?]
While Dallen secretly places his hand on the ax head, a heated argument breaks out between Eberron and the witch.
At first glance, it seems like a meaningless war of words. Stories that are difficult to think of as being exchanged with the enemy right in front of you.
However, Dallen’s senses, heated up by the battle, were able to catch a glimpse of the other side of the conversation.
SPAPA POT!
A feeble image flows through the ground beneath the feet of the two people.
Kwazijic!
They tie and break each other, becoming entangled in order to secure even just an inch of land.
[This is a sight that will be helpful to you. That is what a true transcendental fight is like. Human.]
The dragon that was quietly watching entered the area. As always, it was a dry, heavy voice with no pitch.
[The 3rd level superman embodies his own images into reality, and the 4th level person even twists already existing images to suit him. However, for reliable results, you still need to thoroughly utilize the surrounding environment.]
Tu-du-du-du-duk!
The flagstone is broken and a small sprout sprouts. Unclaimed footprints were left indented in the overturned dirt.
The two transcendents were still standing in their same positions.
Instead of rushing towards each other, they just throw harsh words at each other with harsh expressions.
[The transcendental of the 5th level is no longer bound by the environment. Their imagery is capable of a broader range of things beyond simply twisting reality.]
‘I guess it means that they create an environment that is advantageous to them.’
[It was a close guess. Part of the realm of the fantasy world where all the laws are twisted is brought into this reality and overlaid.]
Kwagwagwagwak!
The sprouts that were growing through the ground around the witch quickly turned into a huge forest of vines, covering half of the square.
Meanwhile, in the other half of the plaza where Eberron stood, blurred figures began to appear one by one through the pouring rain.
It is not simply a concept of a spell that makes grass grow or a secret technique that increases the number of clones.
Each person’s own realm constructed as an image in a fantasy world.
The world in which possibility is realized appears, at least in part, on reality.
[They say that the qualifications of the 3rd level create a territory, and the conditions of the 4th level create a territory that even distorts the existing image.]
The meaningless war of words has already died down.
Two transcendents, completely focused on each other, pouring out images accumulated over centuries.
Between the raindrops, the imprints of the adepts begin to take on clear colors and shapes.
The dark green vines open colorful flower buds, revealing dense teeth and digestive juices.
Not just a distortion of magic wind, but a distortion of the world itself.
Jeokchang, who shared this through Dallen’s vision, spoke in a low voice.
[This power gained when ascending to the 5th level is called the opening of the realm by transcendental people.]
「Opening of the realm; “A cartoon of the changing world on a mirror”
“Domain opening: The faded side of the fountain of abundance”
The moment when two worlds collide.
Dallen felt a sense of excitement stirring somewhere in his chest.
***
Clash.
Blah blah blah!
Space folded, a vortex was formed out of nowhere, the dark clouds split apart as if cut by a knife, and dozens of thunderstorms poured out.
A phenomenon in which each overlapping world causes extreme opposition instead of moderate mixing.
The border between the two open areas centered around the square was devastated as if some natural disaster had struck in an instant.
It was in the middle of the border that the two transcendent powers collided.
“Hwaaaap! die!”
“Powel, God of Light!”
“Deloram—Parekh!”
Dozens of human figures rush towards the witch through the rain.
A warrior with a sword, a wizard who creates strong winds from his hands, a paladin who wields a hammer with divine power, and an archer who fires a dozen arrows without a sound.
A variety of spells and techniques flew in, and the blast of gunpowder weapons and arrows struck my ears.
In response, the vines that covered the square opened their tooth-filled flower buds and sprayed thick venom.
Grumble!
Quagwagwagwang!
The torrent of vines rushing in like water cannot withstand the onslaught of dozens of superhumans from the realm of Eberron and is torn apart.
A sharp swordsman’s strike cuts off a stem as thick as a temple pillar, and the pouring fire oxidizes the vine, ignoring even heavy rain.
However, as if that was no big deal, an even bigger green wave came, crushing the floor of the square and the surrounding buildings.
[How do you feel? Do you think you understand?]
Looking at the fierce battle between the two transcendents in the corner of the square, Dallon nodded to Red Chang’s question.
“…any.”
[okay. Because you have that potential.]
Actually, I feel like joining the fight right away. The nature of the blood-boiling body wanted that.
However, his reason told him otherwise.
If you just jump into the middle of that battlefield, nothing much will change.
However, if you can hold on to the new inspiration that blooms in your imagination, it will be a decisive variable in this fight.
[There is an inexplicable potential in your image. Even though your physical ability is still far from being able to reach the 5th level, your hand already holds the key without you even knowing.]
An old memory vaguely came to mind at Jeokchang’s words.
When he rose high in the sky while defending the Rift Fortress and fell into the middle of a large army of gnolls.
When I thought of the sky beyond my imagination, the panorama, however clumsy, became reality.
It was an awakening that began with the deep resonance of the large-scale battlefield I witnessed for the first time.
The sound that I had never felt since that day was awakening once again as I watched the battle of the transcendentals.
[All you need is a little opportunity to break out of the eggshell. Just as the well in Yeokcheon prophesied.]
Jeokchang said. The tone was different from usual, faint but exalted.
Dallen suddenly looked up at the sky.
The pouring rain continues. Also the dark clouds covering the sky.
However, the gap between the dark clouds, which were divided in two by the clash of the transcendental realms, was still not filled.
Sigh…
I raise my sword without even realizing it. The place where it ends is the night sky beyond the distorted gap.
Rumbling….
A faint thundering sound that seemed to come from higher than the sky seemed to be responding to his actions.
[okay. An opportunity like this rarely comes. Try to step into the unexplored realm even if it means borrowing the power of the Holy Sword.]
Heeding Jinryong’s words, which were a mix of favor and anticipation, with one ear, Dallan lightly pushed the ground.
Wow!
The ground exploded and his new form soared out.
Just like it did a few months ago on the wall of the rift.
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