Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 158
High Orc (4)
Sanctuary Guardian.
An entity that guards the sanctuary of the High Orcs and guards the warchief, the sanctuary’s current manager.
Sanctuary guardians listen only to the warchief’s commands. Therefore, there is one of two ways that they attacked the Chieftains’ Council.
There was a problem with the safety of the warchief and the function of the sanctuary itself.
‘Or the warchief directly ordered the chiefs to be culled for some reason.’
Of course, if you were to count the number of such cases one by one in front of the spear knife in front of you, you wouldn’t be a high orc.
For those people who were crazy about fighting, there was only one word to define the being that wields a sword.
“It’s the enemy!”
“Guardians are the enemy!”
“Fight! “Give it to me!”
“Guaaaa!”
Dozens of axes, iron clubs, mace, and greatswords larger than those of an adult man flashed at the same time. The High Orc chieftains began to break down the doors and walls and run out without hesitation.
Kagang! bang! Sigh!
Soon, the sound of weapons clashing against each other could be heard from all over. A full-scale fight had begun with the guardians surrounding the stone mansion.
Dallen drew the holy sword a little later. Rather than getting caught up in an immediate fight, the priority was to ensure the safety of the group waiting at the guest house.
‘There is Felber, the archmage, and everyone is capable of protecting themselves, but we still need to check things.’
Let go of your thoughts and naturally lean back.
Parallack!
Immediately after, a flashing disk passed by the space where the head was just moments ago.
Quagwagwang!
A hatchet that disappears while making a large hole in one wall.
When I regained my balance and turned my head, I saw a black orc with a hole in his forehead standing in an awkward posture with one arm extended forward.
[Hoo.]
Jinryong, beyond the image, quietly admired the sight.
[Undead based on a strong body. But it would be difficult to call it necromancy. It is a crystal of pure magic that did not borrow the power of Temomron, and only the functions of the body were revived without a soul.] Is an ancient
dragon an ancient dragon even if it is trapped in someone else’s body?
Jinryong’s insight, having lived for thousands of years, was clearly remarkable, as he was able to see through the principles of the guardian of the sanctuary with just one look.
Guardians who usually guard the sanctuary as if dead and are loyal to the orders of the warchief.
Their identities were actually the corpses of High Orc warriors, including the corpses of the most powerful warriors, including previous warchiefs.
‘It was said that after sending away the ancestor’s soul, it was reprocessed using a special spell to restore only the body’s functions.’
Therefore, unlike the regular undead caused by necromancers, these guys’ abilities were the same as those of a living warrior.
The images contained in the soul and the realm created by those images did not exist.
Simple physical abilities, acquired skills, and combat sense are the same powers as the original.
For generations, warchiefs have been on the same level as the transcendental, so the guardian in front of us was at least in the 5th rank in terms of physical ability.
Huh –
A black new type rushes towards the broken stone table in the background.
The guardian’s black grip stretches out. He swung his sword and struck it down.
Tuung –
It doesn’t cut.
The skin is harder than the tough skin of a monster.
The body of a transcendental person who had reached the 5th level by cultivating radish itself was far beyond the limits of the species.
As soon as I put one hand away, the other hand comes aiming for my neck. It was faster for him to reach the sword than to retrieve it.
Ting-
Dallen smiled slightly and let go of the sword.
「Magic armor」
「Flame armor」
Twisting the shoulder, which is surrounded by flames like armor, lets go of the grip, and responds by raising a knee towards the guardian’s empty abdomen.
Boom!
Flames exploded from my raised knees with a sound like a drum.
Quagwagwang!
The Guardian, who was hit squarely in the chest by the explosion, shattered the roof and flew high into the sky.
Dallen jumped up from his seat and began to mercilessly attack the guy with his arms and legs covered in red flame armor.
Bump bub bub buk –
With each attack, a striking sound resounds, as if the sound of a firecracker exploding dozens of times louder.
Dehaman’s trick of armored fighting is that armor can be used not only as a means of defense but also as a means of attack.
It is reinterpreted through the universal medium of spells, and its power is doubled by mixing the strengths of magic and martial arts.
Huung –
It rises above the guardian’s head, using the air as a stepping stone. Immediately after
“Flame Armor: Hong Ryu-seop (Ryu-seop),” a blow
struck from top to bottom on the Guardian’s massive body, which had received dozens of attacks.
Bwaaaah!
A kick with speed that is invisible to the eye.
A flood of fireworks exploded after it.
The guardian’s figure falling again towards the chieftain’s stone mansion looked as if he was being swept away by a waterfall of pouring flames.
Quarrrrr…!
The place where the black object fell. A baptism of flame pours over it like lava and sweeps away the surrounding area.
Dallen landed on top of the semi-ruined mansion. The sanctuary guardian barely managed to stand on top of the hollow pit, melting from the heat.
His solid body was dented in various places, and white steam rose from every torn wound.
But it still didn’t die. The magic core, which was the power source and backbone, had been preserved.
“Hmm…”
When I opened my mouth, white steam came out as if I was spitting out. At the same time, the purple main house sparkles beyond the dark pupils.
Jeokchang, seeing that eye light, expressed interest once more.
[That’s interesting. It also has a connection to necromancy. In the sense that it was designed to operate independently of the caster and yet, unlike other summoning techniques, allow for direct intervention of will.]
This time, it was an accurate insight.
A necromancer who received the power of an evil spirit was able to not only command his minions, but also directly intervene in their bodies and project their consciousness.
And although the production method of the Sanctuary Guardian was far from necromancy, it had the same function of allowing the master to intervene in the body of the servant.
If the owner of the undead is a necromancer, the owner of the sanctuary guardian is none other than the current warchief.
That’s exactly what Dallon was aiming for.
[I was wondering why he was controlling his strength, but he had already thought about it that way.]
‘…You’re quick to notice.’
[You always make me happy. I’ll look forward to it in the future.]
Jinryong, who noticed Dallon’s plan half a beat ahead of time, smiled softly and disappeared. Dallen slightly relaxed his shoulders and focused on the guardian again.
The guy didn’t move at all.
According to the memories of the fight engraved in my body, I would have realized that my chances of winning were slim if I kept fighting like this.
However, as long as the owner’s order to attack is given, it is normal to attack regardless of victory or defeat.
Then why don’t you attack me?
The answer was already there.
“Warchief.”
Slowly picking up the thrown holy sword, Dallon looked into the guardian’s eyes and said.
No answer came back. The eyes, which had once flashed a purple glow, had already returned to a dull dull color.
“Warchief. “Your men are dying.”
Still silence. The noise of a fight can be heard from far away.
The chiefs brought the battle out of the village to protect the village from the hands of the sanctuary guardians.
The fight between the warriors who formed the territory shook even the ground here far away.
Dallen opened his mouth again while stabbing the holy sword he was holding with both hands into the ground.
If there really is a warchief behind this raid.
And whether or not he was corrupted by the devil, if there was still some part of the Warchief he knew still within him.
Because you won’t be able to help but react to what I’m about to say.
“Warchief. “Is there something wrong with your head?”
“…….”
“If there is a problem, it should be corrected. “Usually, if it gets hit, it gets fixed.”
As he grinned and pretended to pat his head, a bright purple color appeared in the dark guardian’s eyes.
[These are the words that my teacher, the Great Chief of the Sentai, left only to me.]
Huh…
air rushes out around the guardian. Dust and debris being swept away.
The presence of the transcendent landed heavily in the midst of the shattered stone mansion.
The warchief, who had borrowed the body of a guardian, twisted the corners of his eyes grotesquely and opened his mouth.
[How do you know that?]
***
“I heard that the High Orc called the Warchief of the Warchief is a rather eccentric old man.”
Dallen said, tapping the ground with the tip of his sword. The black high orc’s face became even more distorted.
[I asked how he knew. [Please stop talking nonsense.]
“How could I have known? “You told me.”
[…You keep telling lies without even a single movement on your face. I expected it because he was the guy who was standing right in front of the Wall of Transcendence, but he was just a fraud.]
The guardian sighed as if it was boring. He looked beyond the collapsed walls of the mansion and stared at the foot of the mountain where the fight between the guardians and the chieftains was continuing.
[I don’t know how you know that, but if you were just trying to get my attention, you’re half way through it, human. Were you planning to stop me from getting involved in the fight going on over there?]
“Well. I’ll tell you if you answer first. “How did you accept the devil?”
[…gibberish. A devil.]
The purple eye light flashed again.
[Do not insult us High Orcs who have been fighting evil since time immemorial. Although we have come this far after numerous divisions and struggles, the High Orcs do not bow to the devil.]
“It is famous that High Orcs cannot lie.”
[What?]
“It’s obvious that you lie while speaking using someone else’s face. I guess it’s no different even if you’re a warchief. “Didn’t you also ask Grand Duke Ztank of the Corpse Swamp for deception?”
[How could you do that…!]
The guardian, who was shouting with his eyes wide open, stops talking. He realized too late that his reaction was the decisive answer.
“How do you know? I just took a rough picture. “You’re really not good at lying.”
[You bastard! I will tear your limbs to shreds!]
The black High Orc realizes that he has been fooled and rushes in while letting out a scream.
The ground where I was standing just now splits apart, and the figure of the guy approaches me at a very close distance, giving the optical illusion of a stretched rubber band.
Dallen stepped back at that speed and gave a signal.
To the devil who was warming up his power in subspace.
‘It would be enough if you waited this long.’
[…yep! I’m ready!]
There was no other reason why the question and answer continued even though the fight could have been easily ended.
By looking at the guy, I was able to confirm that the Archduke of the Corpse Swamp, a high-ranking demon subordinate to Evil God Sun, was involved, which was only a secondary benefit.
The real reason was to buy the devil the time he needed to increase his power.
A power obtained by absorbing the essence of the demon Calkas.
To bring out the true potential of the power that was originally one of the powers of the World Tree.
[I’m leaving right away…!]
The entire space is shaking, and entrances to sub-space are opening here and there.
At the same time, dozens of thick chains containing a blue-green chill were shot towards the sanctuary guardian in an instant.
Chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!
[Such a catching technique! Ugh!]
I try to shake off the chain by swinging my hand, but it’s not easy.
No matter how much the body of a transcendental person has reached the 5th level, once the soul has left, it is nothing but an empty shell.
Parallaerack!
With a snap of my fingers, the hatchet that had fallen far away returned to my hand and was caught.
Wedge – poop!
The next moment, the ax handle that sprouted from the guardian’s shoulder once again began to tremble.
[Like this…!]
Tukwaaaaang!
A golden explosion interrupted his words and created a pillar of light.
Cold chain strands constantly breaking into it.
The place where the golden pillar disappeared. The guardian’s entire body, with one arm missing, was tightly bound with blue chains.
[…The chain of Calchas. Was it a warlock?]
Even though defeat was confirmed, the purple color in the eyes did not go out.
It wasn’t what he wanted.
The cold energy that transcends space and freezes both material and immaterial objects froze part of the warchief’s consciousness along with his body, preventing it from leaving.
“If you protect it well, I will get you one more demon essence later.”
[Yep!]
After taking the demon out of subspace and letting part of the Warchief’s consciousness protect the bound guardian, Daelon walked outside the mansion.
Now that we had secured a prisoner and witness, it was time to put an end to the fighting here.
‘After confirming the safety of this party, we can help the chieftains deal with the remaining guardians.’
After completing his judgment, Dallon’s new model flew up onto the cliff. He stepped into the air and looked down.
Inside the village, where places had begun to burn due to the Guardians’ attack, Felber and his party were seen confronting the Guardians along with the High Orcs.
He
took a short breath and raised the holy sword.
The shadow of dark clouds slowly began to cast over the outer walls and stone houses of the village that had collapsed in various places due to the attack.
After lightly turning over, kicking the air and running towards the ground like a thunderbolt.
Gurgling….
Sky and the Holy Sword cried together.
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