Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 146
Blue Jet (2)
Gurgling!
Strike down.
That alone caused one corner of the vine fortress the witch had built to collapse.
The power that was built up by endlessly absorbing the magic power of the magic circle.
Since the power that had been supplied infinitely enough to raise the level of a transcendental person was suddenly cut off, it was natural for the balance to be disturbed in various aspects of the technique and area.
Ujikkeun! Suddenly,
the collapse is expanding. The tightly intertwined branches and stems could not bear the weight and were torn.
Self-destruction caused by excessive dependence on external forces.
Now was the only chance to defeat a transcendental being comparable to a high-level devil.
Blame –
It runs over the vine fortress and forms a seal.
「Red Flame Pearl」
Quagwagwagwa-!
Pillars of fire rising from the ground consumed the vines and leaves blocking the path.
「Ice crystal」
「Flower」
「Blue blue wave」
The moment I grabbed the air with my empty left hand, the pouring raindrops froze and swirled around with a gust of wind.
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
A whirlwind of sharp ice crystals shook off the barrage of vines coming from all directions.
A blank space forced open.
It burrows into its depths, tramples the air, and once again flies up to the witch’s face with the same acceleration.
Kkududeud….
The giant tree carrying the witch moved. It stretched out its huge arms towards the enemy trying to harm its owner.
Come on! Do it yourself!
Sharp branches quickly grow in all directions, creating a dense network that can even cover a building.
Do you stick your head into the thorn-covered net or step back and widen the distance?
Faced with a forced easy choice, Dallon chose neither of the two.
It rushes into the net and pulls out the spear behind its back with its left hand.
Throw it lightly towards the front.
「Flame Death」
Burning…!
LeVeron’s specially made short spear took on the shape of a fiery snake and began swimming.
A flaming boa constrictor that quickly expanded its body length to nearly ten meters.
The streamlined body, burning bright red, sets the thorny net on fire and further roughly wraps around the arms of the giant tree.
Guah ….
In a moment, the limbs are wrapped around and roared low. The witch cried out, staggering on his shoulder.
[Blood mortals…!]
“Even the damn repertoire is always the same. Who wrote the lines? “Bring the writer.”
Dallen, who landed on the shoulder of the bound giant tree, immediately swung his sword.
[Sigh!]
The witch managed to avoid it by bending her back. But before he could correct his posture, Dallon’s shoulder hit his solar plexus.
[Kyahak!]
Clink!
At the same time as the slender body is bent like a rope, the barrier that covered the area is broken.
Dallen didn’t stop.
He swings his sword and punches at lightning-like speed.
An aggressive attitude that piles up attack after attack and does not allow a single moment of rest.
In order to restore the balance of a spell once completely broken, even if you are a transcendentalist, you need a minimum amount of leeway.
Not giving up that margin was the key to winning this game.
‘5 minutes to go!’
Fight against each other!
Swing the sword six times in one breath and calculate the time to keep the area open.
This was a race against time.
It’s a struggle where one side must endure and the other must be defeated.
After 5 minutes, the suppressing power of the lightning strike will disappear, and the vines covering the ground will regain their roots and draw enormous magical power from the underground magic circle.
If that happens, there will be no next opportunity.
Dallon and Eberron will die here, and Falcion will become a sea of fire all the way to the golden zone.
Ujijik!
The moment the giant flame snake completely crushes the giant tree’s body, it stabs the staggering witch with its sword.
The witch groaned and squeezed the spell. Then, dozens of tree roots sprouted from the shoulders of the twisted giant tree, bending the blade and twisting its path.
Wood clatter!
A bundle of roots that firmly held the holy sword in an instant. Dallen let go of the sword without hesitation.
He rushes to the witch, who is out of breath due to an unreasonable spell, and grabs her face with vicious hands.
[Gasp!]
Just like that, I jump off the giant tree’s shoulder and turn my body towards the ground.
「Leap」
Punches the witch’s head toward the ground.
Kwazijijijiji-
Destroy the vine fortress and go down.
After smashing the dark green floor and ceiling pillars, the area reached was the flagstone floor of the square.
Quagwang—!
Dallen roughly threw the witch into the deep pit created in the aftermath of the crash.
[Kaheuk!]
The small body falls after hitting the wall. Robe torn to shreds. A shattered mask and a spell of cognitive distortion.
The exposed face of the witch was completely covered in blood. However, the will of the transcendental person does not run out to that extent.
Even though blood was pouring from her mouth and nose, Dallen ran towards her, standing up and preparing a spell, without hesitation, and stretched out his fist.
「Haptu Fist: Blockade」
Doo doo doo doo doo!
Throw in a series of strikes that make your hands and feet appear blurry. The areas targeted were diverse.
hand. heart. mouth. leg.
Any part that is involved in a spell or can produce a hand sign is the target of attack.
The continuation of the technique itself is blocked by continuous attacks that make it difficult for even a decent superhuman to react.
[Off…!]
Nevertheless, I persevere.
The power that could easily collapse even the walls of a building was torn through the air and deflected by the sprouting tree bark.
Targeting the heart and vocal cords at the same time, it explodes spores in the air and shakes the orbit.
Because she couldn’t cope completely, her flesh was torn and blood was flowing from her eyes, nose, and mouth, but the witch didn’t care at all.
Rather, he somehow manages to avoid fatal wounds, even using the blood flowing from being hit as a sacrifice and replacing it with black magic.
The power of a transcendental person who can withstand martial arts created solely to deal with magicians when the balance of spells has been shattered.
‘3 minutes…!’
There wasn’t much time left to defeat that power.
[Ugh…turn to ashes and disappear! Savage!!]
The witch who had been pushed aside suddenly opened her eyes.
As he gathered his magic power and spread his arms wide on both sides, the ceiling of the vine fortress collapsed and a waterfall of ash wind poured down.
Kugugugu…!
He uses his best strength to cast a spell and grabs Dallon’s legs with vines.
The curse of ashes that turns everything to ash. It is the worst ability that is no different from death if it hits.
That ability, originally passed down only to the Ash Witch, must have been a trump card she obtained from Enaxagus’ cauldron.
Inside the baptism of the ash wind pouring down like a waterfall.
“bingo.”
Dallen grinned.
[What what…?]
Seeing him not falling down, the witch widened her eyes. Mouth wide open, filled with astonishment. This was the moment Dallen had been waiting for.
[Cook! Ugh! My throat is sore! Some water…!]
Leaving behind the noise of the devil frantically inhaling curses in subspace, he rushes into the witch’s face, piercing through the ash wind from the front.
[A mortal has obtained the star tree…! Impossible!]
The witch shouted.
A shaking image. A fluctuating order.
Casting the Ash Curse and Binding spell at the same time when the balance had already been broken was clearly overstepping one’s own limits.
Wow!
[Quaaaa!]
In his urgency, he ignores his own safety and tears off his limbs and spreads out vines and branches to block Dallen.
Extreme resistance that damages one’s own body. A desperation that does not shy away from such a low-level fight.
It was a glimpse into what time she went through to get to where she is now.
But there is no need for sympathy.
“Eberron. “Now.”
“I was waiting!”
About twenty superhumans emerged from the ruins of the collapsing vine fortress and simultaneously rushed towards the witch.
Puzzle!
Kwagwagwagwa-!
As the electricity pours down, the shock wave breaks the branches, the white flame of the Danma burns the vines, and the poison-covered dagger is aimed at the neck trunk.
[These scum-like things!]
“Kaaaaaa!”
“Merna! sorry!”
Five or six superhumans are mortally wounded and collapse in an instant due to the witch’s fierce resistance.
Nevertheless, the witch’s last resistance was canceled out, and in this moment of time, that was enough.
‘Arbor.’
Immortal demon.
When the true name is called, an alien force stirs in subspace as if waiting.
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A dozen holes opened in the air.
Extending from inside were chains filled with bitter cold.
A gap created after the counterattack of conversion failed.
In that defenseless moment, dozens of chains tie the witch’s limbs.
[Quaaaagh!]
A chain that belonged to Calchas not long ago. The coldness contained therein is not simply of a physical kind.
An extreme frost that freezes not only your magical power but also your imagination.
A normal witch would never have suffered this, but it was enough to tie her down now that she was weakened and weakened.
Tdu-duk!
The limbs that had turned into vines and branches are wrapped in chains, and not only the limbs but also the torso and head are firmly fixed.
[Mortal! I will curse you in hell – ugh!]
He covered his mouth and even broke one of his fingers, sealing everything, including the chant and the seal.
“Stand back.”
After confirming that Eberron’s corpses that had survived the witch’s resistance had fallen back, Dallon approached the witch.
Rumbling…
A hole in the ceiling.
Gaze at the sky beyond.
Dark clouds still pouring thunderbolts onto the ground. Lift your gaze to the beyond.
‘Lightning isn’t just under the clouds.’
Between clouds and clouds.
There is a bigger lightning bolt in that distant sky.
In this world, except for a very few people, it is a place that is just an imaginary place, but
in Dallen’s memory, there was a moment when he was flying between clouds that even most birds could not reach.
Inside a huge airplane. Seats and water bottles shaken by turbulence.
How can I forget the moment when a beam of blue light connected the dark clouds that were visible in the distance outside the palm-sized window?
Memories turn into images, and images erode reality.
The holy sword that had been thrown on the roof of the fortress responded to the will and once again acted as a medium to change reality.
Shortly after a huge hole opened in the middle of the dark clouds in the sky, penetrating the ground and beyond the clouds.
「Blue Thunder」
A blue pillar that seemed to have collected dozens of lightning strikes fell, inverting the shading of the city center.
━━━
The clock was turned off and the sound was blocked.
It was momentary, but it was powerful enough to paralyze all of Dallen’s senses with just an indirect impact.
To check the result, focus on the sensation that slowly returns, like spraying paint on black drawing paper.
When I returned soon after, the Vine Witch was no longer there.
“…oh my god.”
Eberron, who had been stepping back for a while, laughed. There was a pit several meters deep where the witch was.
Only the hazy smoke rising from the pit and the remnants of magical power buried there tell us that the witch existed.
Rumbling….
The vine fortress began to lose its vitality and crumble. Even a single leaf lying on the ground loses moisture and becomes dry.
The ending that faces the image of losing its owner is predetermined.
“It is not known to the public, but the witch of a thousand years ago did not die. It is said that at the moment before his death, he sacrificed his body and soul to Laphilem and escaped to hell.”
The blond young man said while looking at the crumbling vine fortress.
“If it disappears this clearly, it will never come back.”
“Right.”
“In the end, the revenge I had waited a thousand years for failed. “It may be fortunate for us.”
“Did you say revenge?”
It’s a story I heard through the monitor on a light setting, but I don’t know the details.
How many times have I encountered such vague ignorance since falling into this world?
Even though I’ve played hundreds of times, I don’t know all the secrets of the world.
And as he approached the final step, he felt that the things he did not know became more and more important.
“I will have a chance to tell you soon. “The story of our long struggle with the labyrinth and the founding of this city.”
Did you guess his thoughts? The young man with a tired face smiled lightly and said that.
Dallen nodded. Even if I told you now, I wasn’t in a state to listen.
I could feel my vision narrowing and my senses dulling. Even my physical strength was less than half of what it normally was.
The fatigue that came as the open area disappeared was several times more intense than any battle I had experienced recently.
Probably because it wasn’t something I accomplished on my own.
Although he managed to reach the end of the 5th rank, his rise was only momentary due to his overlapping skills and talents and the help of the Holy Sword.
It would take a considerable amount of time and effort for him to fully rise to the top with his own abilities.
‘…The direction in which we must move forward has been decided.’
The time before the approaching apocalypse is limited.
The topic that came to mind upon returning from the labyrinth is organized into a clear direction as one goes through another huge fight.
Dallen lost his thoughts and jumped down into the pit.
As I was about to pull out the holy sword stuck in the middle of the pit and come out, the last structure of the vine fortress collapsed, opening up the narrow field of view.
“…….”
The dark clouds cleared little by little, and the sky was seen to reveal bare, purple skin.
The pitch-black night passed.
It was soon dawn.
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