Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 161

Tomb of the Ancestors (3)

Rumbling….

Dark hallway.

The stone wall shook and old dust poured out.

The distance from the battlefield where the chieftains fight to this sanctuary is several kilometers. Nevertheless, the aftermath of the battle was clearly conveyed through the pages.

“…….”

Dallen stopped for a moment, then shook his head and walked away again.

This is a situation where dozens of superhumans who have formed a domain are projecting their power at the same time.

The total amount of power emitted from there could even change the terrain.

The worries of the companions in the middle of the battlefield held their ankles for a moment, but there was no time for emotions to affect their judgment.

If there was time, it would have been reasonable to focus on dealing with the cause of this situation as quickly and reliably as possible.

Rumbling……──.

The irregular vibration suddenly stops.

At the same time, I felt that a sensitive sense of energy had passed through a certain barrier.

We had entered the hall area where the remains of the High Orc ancestors were kept deep underground in the sanctuary.

Good luck!

A blue flame burns from a perch installed in the hallway.

Torches placed at certain distances burned brightly in accordance with the visitor’s steps and slowly dimmed only after he had completely passed by.

It looks as if the hall itself has awakened and is welcoming guests.

Dallen walked at the same speed as before and indifferently observed the fragments of the wall revealed by the flickering light of the torch.

High Orcs who rule the mountains peacefully.

Monsters that invaded that territory.

Small-scale local warfare. Tribal fighting. A tribal alliance against the descending devil. And even a war across races.

Carvings along the long hallway showed the history of the High Orcs.

And at the end, it was a scene where many races, not just the High Orcs, were mixed together to resist the forces of the evil god.

A side of the great war that we only heard about through the monitor that turned the entire continent into a sea of fire thousands of years ago.

Dallen paused for a moment in front of the huge stone door at the end of the hallway.

The stone gate was engraved with the back of a High Orc warrior running at the head of the Allied forces.

[The first warchief. [Our great ancestor.] Red spear

read the ancient Orcish language scrawled in rough handwriting above the warrior’s head.

‘Did you know how to read Ancient Orcish?’

[I also lived quite a long time. It would be unfair to think that I wasted that time just because things are like this now.]

Beyond the image, the ancient dragon raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Leaving behind a soft laugh, Dallon took a step back on his way.

When the great king placed his hand on the carved stone door, the door made a harsh friction sound and was pushed aside by me.

Gigikigeek… boom.

Inside the open door was a spacious circular hall.

Dozens of sarcophagi are placed as if surrounding a circular hall, and a ray of light extends from a hole in the gently domed ceiling and flows down to the center of the hall.

In the center of the hall bathed in light, there was a coffin twice as large as the other coffins.

It wasn’t hard to guess whose coffin it was. If you think about the carvings along the long hallway, the person buried in that coffin must be the person engraved on Daemi’s stone inscription.

And as if to confirm the guess, the High Orc sitting on the coffin opened his mouth.

“Not all warchiefs, including Daesanjo, the first warchief, died intact.”

A face in shadow due to the light shining from above.

A low, deep voice resonates throughout the hall.

“Instead of keeping their bodies intact, there were some who barely left behind a finger or a piece of a molar. Instead of becoming guardians of the sanctuary, they were enshrined here as a tribute to their contribution to protecting their people by sacrificing everything during their lifetime.”

thud.

The High Orc jumped down from the coffin. As soon as I stand upright, I can see his physique more clearly.

His height was estimated to be over 4 meters, and his size and muscles were correspondingly enlarged.

He was much taller than the other High Orc chieftains, and his size was probably twice that of Dallon.

In addition, the white tattoos that cover his dark green skin are proof that he is the strongest High Orc in these mountains.

“For the High Orcs, this is the tomb of their ancestors that they must protect with their lives. But to me…he is nothing more than an abominable enemy.”

Wow.

I clenched my watermelon-sized fist and raised it.

Paang –

Lightly shakes it back.

Quagwagwagwang!

With that simple gesture, the huge sarcophagus that stood proud in the center of the hall shattered into hundreds of fragments.

Under the beam of light shining from the ceiling, a cloud of dust rose like a smokescreen, obscuring the appearance of the warchief.

Dallen said, looking at the dust cloud.

“Have you decided to give up acting?”

“Hehehe okay. Since they were a stupid battle-crazed race, I thought all I had to do was swallow the leader. “I didn’t know that an unexpected guest would barge in.”

“…….”

“But it doesn’t matter. It’s a noise you’ll have to experience at least once anyway. All I have to do is kill you, devour the body of Tarum, the warchief’s heir, and then fill the position of chieftain with my loyal minions.”

A voice slowly fading away. Beyond the sinking dust cloud, the huge High Orc had already disappeared.

[You might be wondering how I, the Prince of the Corpse Swamp, broke the will of the Warchief. It was simple. Glancing into the future is both a qualification and a price to take on the position of a transcendent. Although he is a member of the stupid green race, the warchief realized his destiny after ascending to the 5th rank.]

A devil’s voice comes from somewhere.

Dallen ignored him and quietly tilted his head to look up at the light-filled ceiling.

This time, it was a very confusing situation.

I had already guessed that Prince Ztank of the Corpse Swamp would have intervened.

The only ones who can scratch the fighting-crazy sensibilities of the High Orcs are the demons under Xun, who also risk everything in the fight.

And among the idiots who knew nothing but fights and bloodshed, Ztank was the one with the most sense.

Although he is one of the six princes who are said to be the best at fighting under Sun, he is the only one who can use subtle coaxing instead of beating him into submission.

He had tried to appease the High Orcs several times in previous episodes.

Of course, this was the first time it really worked.

What’s more, Dallen didn’t expect that he would go beyond simply signing a contract and take over the Warchief’s body.

[…The awareness of a predetermined fate gives rise to fear, and at the destination of fear, a feeling of helplessness awaits. I just offered him a deal. In exchange for sacrificing everything, I will save the High Orc race.]

“…….”

Huh.

I feel sad and angry from deep within my heart.

Why?

These situations seem to be getting more and more twisted the harder you try to untangle them.

Before a year had passed, he had killed several demons and cut off the head of a true dragon.

Preventing the Labyrinth City’s granary from almost burning down or stopping the Holy Knights’ rebellion were originally quests that would have been completed years later.

Isn’t this enough? How much longer must we continue to walk this tightrope?

With those thoughts passing through his mind, Dallon pulled out his ax like lightning and turned to the left.

And then he struck down the ax with all his might, as if he was repressing all the pain in his heart.

Jeez━━━━

The floor splits. The warchief, who was hiding in the shadows and rushing forward, was almost torn apart.

The guy barely managed to catch the ax with the large sword he held with both hands.

The body that had been blurry was clearly revealed, and black eyes with purple features were stained with embarrassment.

Even though the sword was blocked, the warchief had a long crack from his collarbone to his side and was bleeding profusely. The guy shouted as if he couldn’t understand.

“How? “I’m sure you’re in the fourth rank!”

As the guy gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, the tooth in the area where it came in contact with the ax came out and a fine line was drawn.

The guy’s arms were trembling. Dallen applied a little more force. Sparks flew between the sword and the axe, and the warchief’s posture lowered little by little.

The eye level, which was twice as different, soon became parallel. Black Eyes said, glaring at Black Eyes.

“That damn hierarchy is damn good.”

Kaduk!

The flames between the sword and the ax bounce wildly once more.

“I’m stronger than the warchief you’re wearing. “That’s not a strength character, it’s an agile character, you bitch.”

He raised his knee covered in blue electricity and struck the warchief’s side.

「Magic Armor: Blue Thunder Armor」

「Blue Ring」

Kwajijijijik—!

The warchief’s body falls and slips, crushing the floor of the hall.

The sarcophagus was shattered by small disks of electricity that shot out in all directions, sending fragments and contents flying out in all directions.

The place where the warchief was buried, leaving a long mark on the floor, was a pile of remains of the huge sarcophagus where he had originally been sitting.

Soon, a pile of stones the size of a small house exploded with a bang, and the warchief’s new form soared so high that it was close to the ceiling.

“Hahaha! That’s awesome! Wasn’t Enaxagus keeping an eye on you for no reason?”

Even though the offensive was blocked and he was hit by a one-sided counterattack, the fighting spirit shining in his eyes did not change.

Rather, the momentary embarrassment disappears as if washed away, and his purple eyes flash, burning with a passion for winning that borders on madness.

It was not just because he was a demon under Sun, the evil god of violence and flame. Although he was momentarily confused, it was probably because he was still confident of his victory.

The source of that confidence must be the regenerative power that allowed him to recover in an instant from a long cut that was bleeding profusely and a torn side from a knee injury.

In addition, the sword he was holding was also incontinent, and the damaged part had been completely restored.

“But it doesn’t change anything! “Win or lose is still determined!”

The eyes have now become completely purple.

Magical power trembled throughout its entire body, emitting energy the same color as its eyes.

A wave of magic that takes the form of a certain wave and covers the entire hall of the sanctuary.

“Look at the power of this body, which contains thousands of years of struggle! “A warrior under the watchful eye of God!”

Every time a purple wave passes over the place where the sarcophagus is placed, the remnants of magical power form a distinct shadow.

Soon, in the place where dozens of sarcophagi were placed, dozens of High Orcs stood in the form of spiritual bodies.

「Domain Opening: In the Footsteps of the Ancestors」

The spirits drew their weapons all at once.

The staff pours out flames, and with a silent spell, a chunk of rock rises and becomes a golem.

As soon as it is thrown, it splits into dozens of pieces and dominates the space, and a 2-meter long double-edged ax slashes down while enveloping a storm.

In the midst of the onslaught of attacks, Dallon took a deep breath.

Phew.

Slowed sense of time.

He responds one by one to violent attacks aimed at his life.

Parareak – Quaaaa!

Throwing the hatchet upward, he activated the artifact weapon’s ability and shattered the javelin’s fire net with a golden explosion.

「Ice Crystal」

「Soryuji」 The

white ice crystal floating from the palm unfolds dozens of flower petals and immediately turns into dozens of branches of cold air, engulfing the pouring flames.

「Yeomsa(炎巳)」

The javelin that was pulled out alone stirred the surrounding area in the shape of a snake soaked in flames.

「Malwon(抹原)」

Chijijijik-!

It was erased as if it were being torn apart by a storm that hit the holy sword, and the spirit body was cut in half and destroyed along with the double-edged axe.

“…!”

The warchief’s expression twisted once again. Perhaps reflecting those emotions, the attacks from the spirits became more and more intense, but it didn’t matter.

「Payeong’s Magical Eye」

The magical power that sparkles in the eyes sees through the spells that deceive the five senses, and the illusion with substance and physical power is destroyed by the Dark Moon Illusion Slayer.

Fields’ wind barrier, created by forming a water seal on his left hand, blocks small projectiles, while piercing the flames of the flames of the flames and dealing with the warrior spirit bodies that rush in, one by one, with the holy sword.

Guuuu – The

rock golem that the shamans had raised with their combined efforts stretched out a hand the size of a house and tried to grab Dallen.

「Red Flame Pillar」

A pillar of flame burst through the floor along with a short hand seal, enveloping half of the golem’s upper body starting from its grip and killing it.

“This is ridiculous! “How can a mere human possess such diverse powers in such a realm!”

As he was beating the shamans with his sword while being guarded by the flame, the chieftain could not stand it anymore and screamed.

Dallen, who heard the cry that was almost like a scream, broke the head of the shaman spirit that had first created the golem and then straightened his posture.

Before I knew it, more than half of the spirits it had summoned had disappeared.

As I saw a soft purple light blooming from the place where the sarcophagus was, I thought I would be summoned again, but it didn’t matter.

He had memories of the martial arts character who fought against the forces of the evil god in this sanctuary with the warchief.

Naturally, he already had complete knowledge of the source and limits of the Warchief’s power, including the law of destruction.

“If you do, you should raise a miscellaneous character yourself. Don’t steal the character someone else has raised and use it.”

Dallen walked lightly, answering the devil’s scream with a sneer.

Cooung.

A heavy sound that contradicts the light movement.

A colorless wave spreads from beneath your feet.

Small pieces of stone slowly begin to rise from the ground, centered around Dallan.

“Yeo area…!”

The second step hit the ground in the face of a wide-eyed demon.

and.

「Area Open: Waterfall Rising Upside Down」

A colorless wave hit the entire sanctuary.

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