Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 162
Tombs of the Ancestors (4)
The sanctuary shakes and the broken fragments of the sarcophagus begin to float in the air.
The purple spirits that had been shattered by Dallen’s hands were already taking shape again in the place where they first appeared.
‘The Warchief’s domain is a fraud.’
Dallen thought as he watched the shaman’s spirit body begin to form a seal as soon as it was summoned.
The realm of the High Orc Warchief has had only one image and ability for generations.
It is to revive the power of our departed ancestors.
After the great war of ancient times, well over a hundred High Orcs left the position of warchief.
And they all followed the custom of giving away some of their power when handing over territory to the next candidate for warchief.
The domain of the warchief, which had been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, was an image that contained as many possibilities and abilities as the number of ancestors.
If it had its original power, it would have been difficult for Dallon to even resist.
Of course, now that the devil has taken over the body, it is only half of the territory.
“…You really have great talent! However, winning and losing do not change! “My victory was already confirmed the moment you set foot in this place!”
The devil said, adjusting his expression of astonishment. Dallen laughed without realizing it.
It’s not that I don’t know what he’s aiming for.
This is the underground hall of the sanctuary where dozens of ancestors are buried.
He must be trying to kill time by making the most of this place where the warchief’s territorial power is maximized.
In the first place, it is absurd to completely rob the High Orc ancestors of their legacy over thousands of years in just a few months after occupying the body of the Warchief.
The evidence is that the actions of the spirits are full of subtle loopholes, and the power of spells or sword strikes cannot even reach half of their original power.
Didn’t the Archduke of the Corpse Swamp know that this would happen, so he chose this place as the battlefield?
This is the last bastion where the warchief fought until the end during the massive invasion of evil gods in the past episode.
It is a place where the warchief of the time is gifted with regenerative powers comparable to the original demon body and spirit bodies that are endlessly re-summoned even after being defeated.
He probably thought that even if the power of the realm was not fully demonstrated, he could overcome it through the harmony of the mystery of the sanctuary and the power of the realm.
And in fact, it wasn’t a wrong decision.
‘It must have been a fight where the odds were already set in one’s favor. If I made a mistake, they planned to drag me into a long game and wear down my stamina.’
Prince of the Corpse Swamp, Ztank the Deceiver of the Pale Fire.
Is this really the one who knows how to use his brain, even among the demons of Shun who only know how to fight?
It was his plan to surprise the Chieftain’s meeting, causing casualties, inciting the High Orcs’ desire for revenge, and then drawing the entire leadership here.
He may not have expected to be caught by Dallen, but even that was probably arranged by revealing part of his identity.
To avenge the dead chieftains and to save the warchief who was captured by the devil, gather up whatever troops you have and set out.
“Whoa.”
After thinking about that, I feel something warm rising inside me again.
Dallen took a deep breath, feeling the vibrations beneath his feet.
The pain in my heart that had formed at the start of the fight still remained.
Isn’t this enough?
How much longer do I have to go through all the hardships I’ve gone through so far?
It was a cry coming from deep within him, something he had constantly ignored with the clear goal of survival and return.
‘Accept you as you are.’
Felber’s advice suddenly comes to mind.
I felt like I finally understood why the old man left those words.
‘The qualification itself was in hand from the beginning.’
If the ability to twist existing images to the limit is the first condition for mastery.
The second qualification is to peek into the future as if the devil had secretly revealed it.
The hundreds of endings that I have witnessed beyond the monitor, now that it is difficult to tell whether it is really real or not, have already given me enough qualifications.
It is no coincidence that the area was immediately opened after seeing the face and the witch fighting in the cartoon.
‘Have you been missing the last and simplest puzzle…?’
A 5th level transcendental person who has achieved great territory.
What is the most necessary thing to create your own world on top of an already existing reality?
The power of an area expanded to the extent of twisting and accepting existing images and the knowledge expanded by peeking into the timeline are rather secondary issues.
What you need before that is confidence in the image you assert.
Unless you can convince yourself that the world you created is right enough to overshadow this reality.
Who on earth can give that assurance for you?
Sigh…
Lift your feet.
That alone caused the magic power in the area to emit colorless waves.
Certain scenes flashed through my mind like flashes of light.
When I first opened my eyes in a cabin on a snowy mountain with a cold wind blowing in.
The first time I killed someone after receiving the trainee mercenary’s wooden plaque.
The time when I helplessly watched the body of a colleague I met for the first time cooling down, and the time when I wrote a letter to myself in the wagon, nostalgic for the past even though it was worn out.
I take the next step as if I were gathering up all the anger I had built up because I had to survive and venting it out.
Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Third step.
The tremors coming from deep within the ground become uncontrollably strong.
The part of the gaze that had been turned inward had been staring at a part of the snowy mountain beyond the image for a long time.
[Leap (E)]
– A technique to lift one’s body high with one step. Although it is a simple movement, it contains a comprehensive application of strength and technique.
– Mastery 100%
Based on the skill recovered after defeating one of the Silver Mask Apostles in the Labyrinth City.
[Dabbo (Unique)]
– A technique created by the warrior who defeated the dragon. It is the art of stepping on places that cannot be stepped on with magical power. A portion of the magical power released at the moment of the first step can be converted into physical strength.
A mental image that was converted into a unique skill against the vengeful spirits of the swamp, bringing greater mobility and usability.
Looking at the waterfall of stones and pebbles flowing across the rock wall in the corner of the snowy mountain and rising into the sky as if defying gravity.
The phenomenon, as if gravity had been reversed, is brought out on the reality before our eyes.
「Inverted Waterfall」
「Reversal」 The ceiling is
strangely
distorted. The walls and floor of the hall undulated like waves.
All the remaining sarcophagi were pulled out and flew to the ceiling, hitting them, and the piles of dirt under the stone floor burst out like spring water.
“Overturning the terrain? “If it’s not completely open, how can the size of the image be like this…!”
As the floating body began to float, the devil shouted, unable to hide his embarrassment.
[Hoo…since the board has already been laid to the other party’s advantage, are they going to overthrow the board itself?]
Then, ignoring the mutterings of the ancient dragon who had opened his eyes to the vibration of his image, Dallon raised his head towards the ceiling.
Damn it! Kwazijic! Kwasik!
The dome-shaped ceiling begins to tear into pieces as it is pushed up.
Like a bird breaking out of its eggshell, the pure white incontinence splits apart to reveal a gap.
At the end.
Kwagwagwagwa-!
The entire hall was torn into the sky, and the clearness of the sky filled the field of vision.
***
Bright red blood fills my vision.
Tarum screamed, feeling suffocated.
“Kaaaaaaak!”
The terrible scent of blood soars, making you cry. Salty and fishy taste.
It was a familiar smell and taste to Tarum, the warchief’s successor and outstanding warrior.
However, I wasn’t used to seeing the large shoulders and upper arm muscles fluttering in front of my eyes, which I would normally only be able to see if I turned my head.
As Tarum stumbled back, the Guardian grabbed his left arm, cut it off, and threw away the severed arm like trash.
“Hehehe….”
He gasps and straightens his sword. A large, dark High Orc appeared beyond the trembling blade of the sword.
That person was probably a warchief in his 90s or so.
If I look back at the vague history I studied when I was younger than I am now, I would have been a warrior who defeated a devil hiding in the mountains with his bare hands.
The warrior who was outstanding while alive became the chieftain’s guardian even in death. And that guardian would one day protect Tarum when he became warchief.
But now it was the opposite. That warrior had already killed two chieftains, and now he was trying to kill the next warchief who tried to save them.
It is none other than the current Warchief. To be exact, by order of the devil who has taken over the body of the current Warchief.
Wedge-!
The guardian struck down his sword. Tarum took a quick step back.
The Guardian’s sword followed him like a living snake. This was the case even when he was wielded using only his physical abilities, without any magic or supernatural abilities.
He swung his sword with his remaining arm to block, but instead of being blocked, the guardian’s sword cut his sword in half.
Sigh!
The guardian’s sword retained its strength even after cutting the weapon into pieces and cut deeply into his shoulder.
The sword struck once again. This time, the trajectory and speed were unavoidable.
Tarum widened his eyes and looked straight at the approaching sword. A true warrior must not ignore the moment of death.
“What…”
he started. If it was a will, it had already been decided.
What the former warchief said to him when he received the power of the realm.
At the same time, the emblem left by the great ancestors of the first warchief High Orcs to their descendants.
“Don’t collapse! Fight to the end! High Orcs fight freely!”
As I exhaled the remaining air in my lungs, my limbs lost strength. As I had been trained to do, I let out all the breath and strength I had saved until the end.
The blade has already arrived right in front of us. The flashing tip stabs your neck…
─────!
My eyes turned upside down.
Tarum instinctively rolled a few times and corrected his posture. In his one and only hand, he held a spear of unknown origin.
It seems like he picked up whatever he could find without even realizing it. But that wasn’t the important thing.
Kwagwagwagwagwa…!!
As my deaf ears quickly recovered, a loud noise hit my eardrums. Before Tarum could raise his magic power to protect himself, he was stunned by the sight before his eyes.
A huge basin surrounded by cliffs. The High Orc sanctuary located in the center.
A huge stone building said to have been built more than 2,000 years ago was soaring into the sky, broken into pieces as if a volcano had exploded.
‘What is this…?’
Is this a defensive function hidden in the sanctuary? Or the demonic power that devoured the warchief’s body?
However, if it was the former, it would have made no sense since it destroyed the sanctuary itself, and if it was the latter, it would have been ruining the authority and power that the warchief had already acquired.
At that time, two figures rose from among the shattered and floating debris.
One is a High Orc with lots of white tattoos. The other was a human whose armor was torn in several places.
The high orcs dodged the humans by jumping between floating debris, and the humans leapt, leaving ripples in the air, scattering fire and ice.
‘Warchief…and Dallon Chinggu?’
Even though they were far away, it was clear who those two were. And the fight didn’t last long.
Dallen followed the warchief while kicking the air and plunged the holy sword into his chest full of white tattoos.
At the same time, a flash of light came down from the dry sky and blew a large hole in the chest of the warchief who had been stabbed by the holy sword.
Gurgling….
“…….”
The sound of thunder was heard late. At the sound of those soft cries, images of the shattered sanctuary, the dead warchief, and the fallen compatriots flashed through my mind.
Tarum sat down after experiencing a mixture of unknown emotions. He looked back at the guardian who had tried to kill him just moments ago.
“…….”
The sanctuary was destroyed and the guardian had already stopped functioning. Only the spell that preserves the corpse remains, so it has not lost its shape yet.
Since the original source of supply had been destroyed, even that form would soon crumble when the power of the spell ran out.
Since the sanctuary guardian is a great power to the High Orcs, they will have to create a temporary sanctuary and call in shamans to revive them.
Tarum, who suddenly became the current warchief due to the death of the previous warchief, was confused.
First, I have to recover from my severed arm. I also took care of my injured colleagues. The rest was something to think about later.
That moment.
Good luck!
Suddenly, a blue fire appeared in the air and engulfed the body of the guardian who had lost his function.
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