Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 152

Burning Town (3)

“Nice Shot.”

In front of an inn destroyed by explosives. Dallen muttered, shaking his hands.

Flames were rising from all directions, and acrid smoke was blocking the view between the collapsing buildings.

In this environment, it is physically impossible to check the target with the naked eye. The next best solution was to backtrack the magic connection of the crystal ball and throw it, and it seemed like it was a good hit.

‘The relic weapon I received as a reward from Geumgang Palace seems to be effective.’

A hatchet received as compensation for defeating the Vine Witch. It was an item that had been lying dormant in the arsenal of the Diamond Palace for a long time.

Even if you don’t take care of it, it always maintains a sharp spirit and doesn’t break even under the power of the dragon’s jaw.

In addition, it had a special magic built in, so it exploded the moment it touched the point of impact.

Considering the commotion mixed with noise at the end, it seems like the troops he was leading were caught up in his explosion.

Rather than simply throwing an axe, it was virtually the same as taking coordinates and bombing them with missiles.

Ujijik. Kugugugu….

The frame of the inn that survived the explosion begins to collapse, unable to overcome the surging flames.

Bjorn looked at the scene and laughed.

“If it weren’t for you, this would have been a big problem. “I couldn’t even smell the gunpowder.”

Was the gunpowder container tightly sealed using magical means? Even Bjorn, who could sense the smell of gunpowder like a ghost in Lvivbach, did not notice this surprise attack.

The reason they were not harmed while resting on the second floor of the inn was because of the wind cloud magic that Dallan had recently acquired.

‘Fields’ Wind Barrier.’

A barrier spell with various effects that covers the area around the caster as one of the magics of the Delos Magic Tower.

As it used air itself as a medium, it was not a bad spell in terms of practical efficiency as well as camouflage and application.

In order to steadily increase my skill proficiency, I kept it unfolded every time I slept. I had no idea it would act as a defensive wall at critical moments.

‘Damn you evil spirits.’

The moment you let down your guard, your neck will run away.

This simple proposition was still valid even now in his superhuman body.

After traveling for a few weeks without any major difficulties, perhaps I had become a little more relaxed without realizing it.

A little bit of leeway is always necessary, but it should never be tolerated.

As he cleared his mind and left the burning inn building, Bjorn and Akasha were waiting for him on the street.

There were already several corpses of villagers strewn around them. Bjorn frowned and said.

“Just as the agent worried. “These guys are completely infected with hell’s magic.”

Looking at the corpse kicking with its toes, it clearly had the appearance of an ordinary person.

Red, bloodshot eyes and abnormally sharp fangs. Some corpses appeared to have begun to sprout horns and shell spines.

Considering that the agent had said that the villagers had been acting suspiciously for some time, these were the people who decided to give in to the evil spirit.

Of course, there must have been some coaxing and subtle persuasion from the rebels. But in the end, the choice is yours to make.

“What are you going to do?”

the dwarf asked.

The destruction of the village was already irreparable. Then, there are two remaining options.

This is a village that chose to join hands with an evil spirit, so why not allow it to self-destruct like this?

Or, did they go out of their way to deal with the residents affected by hellish magic and rescue any survivors who might remain?

“Let’s find the task force and rescue the survivors. “Those who will live must live.”

There was no need to think long. The current situation of the Tsardom is quite precarious.

Beyond the Frost Highlands, the armies of demons are united, and the public sentiment dissatisfied with the Night of Vengeance events has not even been resolved.

If the rebels strike here, it is inevitable that the momentum of the Tsarina and the royal family, whether fast or slow, will be lost.

And when the Tsardom fell, it was the turn of the City Confederation and Falcion.

‘It may be an empire swallowing up neighboring countries in the south, but it would be difficult for the tsarist state, which had served as a breakwater in the north for a long time, to fall like this.’

In fact, in some episodes that reached the very late stages of the game, the Tsardom held off Sun’s forces and took a considerable amount of time.

Once we overcome the current crisis, it will be okay to expect such performance once more.

“The agent said he was scheduled to conduct business with the elder at the community hall tonight.”

Dallen pulled out his spear and walked down the street. It was a proper battle that I had been involved in for a long time.

There is never a day when I neglect the practice of refining and concretizing my imagery, but testing that ability in practice is another matter.

“Shun’s minions are famous for their tough bodies.”

“I don’t think it would be difficult to cause damage with regular gunpowder. “I will use a combination of rune magic as much as possible.”

“This is your chance to get used to humanoid combat. “I will fight mainly with rear support and firepower projection.”

The dragon and dwarf followed behind him and quickly exchanged plans.

The flames that had engulfed the buildings on both sides of the group were stretching out their hands toward the night sky and performing a red dance.

***

Chik –

The sound of a wick being lit. A fist-sized ink-colored lump hovering in the air with a whoosh.

The grenade exploded at a height of 2 meters after the short wick was completely burned out.

Kwaaaaang!

A loud noise struck the eardrums and some of the villagers who were gathered in the area collapsed as iron pieces flew in all directions.

Bang bang bang!

Craig quickly fired his pistol and immediately fell down.

Immediately upon the roof of the village hall where he had stuck his head out, arrows and throwing spears for hunting were flying non-stop.

“Ugh!”

A kitchen knife pierced my forearm in that split second.

He quickly tore off his collar, tied his arms, and poured a regenerative potion to stop the bleeding.

“Damn it.”

Craig Vidrov, an agent of the Tsarist royal special force, gritted his teeth.

‘I guessed that a revolt might break out soon… but I didn’t think it would be this large in number.’

Both the timing and the numbers were unexpected.

Overnight, roughly 70% of the village sided with the rebels. As if that wasn’t enough, he even threw himself into the magic of hell.

The rebels’ coaxing may have encouraged the residents, but that was not the fundamental reason.

The Night of Vengeance incident added to the pressure that the outskirt village had to shoulder due to the long war, and anger towards the nation boiled over.

Unlike other evil gods who grant power in response to greed and thirst for wealth or power, Shun had only one request from his followers.

‘…a burning anger that knows no end.’

The village residents, who had turned a blind eye to his tantrums, would have been better suited than anyone else to accept his hellish magic.

‘It’s fortunate that the village hall is still intact.’

In the Tsarist kingdom, which had endured foreign invasions for a long time, even the smallest village was always surrounded by a fence.

In areas like here, near the eastern and northern borders where there was a threat from orcs or barbarians, they went one step further and built a community center like a fortress.

Because it was such a hall, it was possible to protect it with just a few vigilantes and survivors, including him.

But how long will that last?

The rebels were also clearly aware that this hall was a key point.

This can be seen from the fact that the owner of a nearby bar asked me to taste the new beer he had purchased. He got off a cart and tried to bring in a wooden barrel, but when he felt something suspicious, he opened it and found that it was full of gunpowder.

It must be in the same context that the gunpowder buried in various places exploded and the village became a sea of fire, so they surrounded the village hall and prevented anyone from escaping.

While the main rebel force outside the village slowly wipes out the survivors, those who have taken refuge in the hall are trapped to prevent them from escaping.

‘If you stay still, you will die. No matter how we can deal with the mutated villagers, there is no answer if the rebels attack us directly.’

Should we take the damage and break through the siege now? Are you going to stay like this to protect the villagers who did not participate in the rebellion?

To him, who had lived as a villager for over ten years, this was the cruelest of all.

However, the harsh training of special forces also includes decision-making skills in such extreme situations.

“Ugh….”

Everything is for the Tsarina and the royal family. Sacrificing a cow for the greater good was a painful but necessary choice.

Craig, who had made his decision, was about to get up from his seat.

Flash!

Above the clear night sky.

Lightning struck from nowhere from a piece of cloud.

And the sound of bombs exploding began to be heard in the wide streets of the village extending from the hall.

***

Wow!

Residents running towards you with screams. Lightly throw out the spear and pierce the heart.

Kujik!

Even though the tough skin, which was more like a monster than a human, was pierced and the heart and lungs were torn, the resident did not die and waved his arms.

Ugh… Ugh!

Dallen ignored it and drew it horizontally. A spear blade that splits the chests of three mutated villagers. The dark red blood left a long arc.

The newly ordered spear from LeVeron Ahakim had a long and wide blade. A shape suitable for cutting and splitting as well as stabbing.

It was a weapon that went well with one of the newly learned skills, ‘Hwayoung Spear’.

Dallen steadily built up his spear skills against the mutated humans who rushed at him like moths.

Wow! OMG!

A mouth that thrusts in. Hit it with a spear. Crushing skulls and scattered contents. The tip of the spear passed through the ribs and nape of the neck, knocking down four more men.

Pabababak!

Three stabs and two slashes unfolding in quick succession. Three widely spread points and two long curves depict a flower bud.

A sight of dark red flowers being embroidered as the gushing blood and the remnants of the spear blade meet.

Although it was easily recovered from the corpse, the martial art that originally came from across the sea was like a beautiful dance, regardless of its cruelty.

“Hahaha! This is it! Beautiful explosions and fireworks! “Come at me, you bastards of the evil spirit!”

On the other hand, the explosion and shock wave occurring some distance away seemed far from the word beautiful unless you had a very distorted aesthetic sense.

Sugagak!

Quagwang! Quagwagwang!

A warrior who navigates the enemy lines with a single spear and a dwarf who generously distributes explosives.

In addition, lightning strikes the ground occasionally and chunks of cold air and ice come from unknown sources.

The siege surrounding the village hall was soon broken. The mutated villagers began to rush towards Dallen and Bjorn.

And a moment later, the door to the village hall opened, and vigilantes and survivors rushed out, clutching their weapons.

“They are heroes! Let’s fight together with the heroes!”

“Kill the traitors who sold their souls to the devil!”

The mutated residents were quickly surrounded front and back.

Of course, the total number of vigilantes and survivors sheltering in the hall was only about thirty.

However, the number was enough to divert attention, and the speed at which Dallon and his party cleared out the rebels became even faster.

Haha!

Not long after, the last mutant’s head fell off. The agent approached Dallen, who was wiping blood from the window.

“Thank you so much.”

A voice almost crying. It would be difficult to guess what kind of emotion or conflict there was in the background.

“It’s not over yet.”

However, instead of comforting the agent, Dallon lightly pushed his body away and took a long stride.

The direction he is heading towards is the direction of the street he passed by.

Something flew through the flames fluttering between the remains of the collapsed buildings inside the street.

Pararak-Tuck!

A hatchet trembles as it is held in a thick grip. The runes engraved on the head were half lit, but no explosion occurred.

The old man who came out of the fire frowned when he saw that.

“…Why doesn’t it explode?”

Dallen slightly raised his eyebrows. The man’s face was discolored from burns, and his long beard was scorched by the heat and curled into an unsightly mess.

It is clearly visible that he is the one in charge of this situation and that he is the one caught up in Dok2’s explosion. Dallen smiled and answered.

“You should have read the manual carefully before using the product.”

“…what?”

“This explodes only when the distance traveled is over a certain level.”

Parack –

his hand became blurred. The next moment the ax was stuck in the old man’s forearm.

Since he had already experienced an ax throwing once, he was nervous and managed to raise his arm to block it.

Dallon added to the man gritting his teeth in pain.

“For your information, that distance is cumulative.”

“mousse…!”

Quagwagwagwang-!

A golden explosion swept through the streets.

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