Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 163
Tombs of our ancestors (5)
“Fuck.”
Dallen collected the blood in his mouth and spat it out. The red liquid floated up as if defying gravity.
Did liquid form a sphere in zero gravity space? It was a scene reminiscent of a space station experiment video I saw on YouTube a long time ago.
Of course, the space in which he is currently floating is not simply weightless, but a phenomenon in which air currents of numerous forces gather and swirl upward.
Therefore, the blood that seemed to be floating was caught in some kind of air current and scattered around.
“…….”
After watching the scattering for a moment, Dallon turned his gaze back to the warchief’s corpse.
To be exact, a strange silver-blue energy flowing from the warchief’s open chest.
“You people rarely think about giving up.”
[Hehehe… Drawing a clear boundary between life and death is a mortal’s low-level view of the world.] The
silver-blue energy said. There was no tongue or mouth, but it was clearly voiced.
What is it that makes a sound by vibrating? The energy that flowed like mercury and burned like oil on fire was not easy to identify.
Of course, the composition of that substance was of no concern to Dallan. What was important was that it was part of the evil that resided in the Warchief.
And judging by the way it was doing, it seemed like it was planning to transform into something bigger if left alone.
I hadn’t dealt with demons once or twice, so I could expect this much.
‘Then the boss experience is doubled.’
Dallen glanced at the status window. The level was already over 30.
After leaving the labyrinth city, he entered the mountain range and slaughtered the orcs, and rose another level by killing the sanctuary guardian and the warchief.
The level isn’t going up very well, but if you defeat the devil, you can get at least one more.
This was the reason Dallen left the silver-blue substance alone, even though he could have burned it with flame or destroyed it with lightning.
‘At least the incarnation. Plus, with a high probability, you get a dozen monsters as a bonus. If you really intend to stick to it properly, the main body may manifest itself.’
Then it was actually better. Since he was a high-level devil, he would have left his essence in hell, but if he could shave off even 30% of his strength, it would be of great help in the future.
While he was thinking like that, the silver-blue energy slowly moved away from Dallon and began to take on a clear shape.
[Hehehe, you let your guard down, warrior. Did you really think I would give up like this?]
The devil said. Instead of having an amorphous aura, the guy now looked like a desiccated corpse.
Dallen scratched his chin.
“You let your guard down. “I was waiting for you.”
[…That’s funny. Even in arrogance, there is a way.]
“Stop talking nonsense and go for it. “Because I don’t want to wait forever.”
As I snapped my fingers, an ax flew out of nowhere and landed in my grasp. Dallen put the ax in his belt and tapped it with his fingertips.
It’s as if he wants to use it quickly if he has something hidden.
As the sanctuary was destroyed, not only the barrier but also the guardians and golems were all neutralized. From his perspective, there was no need to fight against time.
Was that kind of leisure an eyesore? The pale corpse spoke, chewing its lips.
[I won’t make you regret it. It lets you experience the limits of mortality. As you rot among tens of thousands of corpses, you will realize that you are a mere mortal.]
He raised his hand.
A blue flame burning brightly in the palm of your hand.
Dallen looked away from him and looked down at the basin below. It was the place where the chieftains and their party fought against the guardian of the sanctuary.
[Do you know why I wanted this place?]
As soon as the devil asks the question, the corpses on the battlefield start to catch fire and burn.
The pale flames first engulfed the dark bodies of the guardians and then quickly spread to the corpses of the chieftains and great warriors who had just died.
Chief Tarum, Lucia Bjorn, and Akasha could be seen among the burning corpses. Tarum lost his left arm, but all four were safe.
There’s nothing to worry about. Dallen nodded and placed his hand on his waist.
[High Orcs are barbaric. Although it has the power to easily destroy the human kingdom, it is stuck in a mountain valley on the edge of the continent, acting as a breakwater for humans…] The
devil could not continue speaking. This was because the hatchet split his head open.
A limp body with its head split in half.
Immediately after, the sky split open and a terrible smell came out.
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Grrrr!
A heatless flame soars. The flames that started from the guardians’ bodies had already spread beyond the basin and into the valley.
A blue flame spreading like wildfire in a dry valley where not a single tree grows.
It was a demonic ritual in which all the corpses of High Orcs who had been dead for thousands of years were burned.
‘Is this what you were aiming for?’
Dallen was honestly impressed.
The corpses of High Orcs, who were originally supposed to be protected by the sanctuary’s magic, were exposed to the devil’s magic as the sanctuary collapsed.
Beyond using the Warchief’s body and the power of the sanctuary, the devil was also considering overturning the table he had laid down.
At this level, it was a plan that would be worthy of being a demon of Enaxagus rather than Xun.
[Be careful, warrior. It looks like he is trying to come down in full form.]
“It looks like he’s really pissed off.”
[Shouldn’t you have kept your mouth shut?]
At the ancient dragon’s rebuke, I shrugged my shoulders and tilted my head to look up at the split sky.
The crack, which was over a hundred meters long, was sporadically spitting out strange lumps followed by a foul odor.
Eyes, tongues, cut off noses, lumps of amputated limbs.
Amidst the disgusting lumps that rain down like hail, a figure hundreds of times larger than the others appears.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The screams of
the
dead echo between the cliffs.
Is this what it would look like if dozens of corpse giants, the monsters of hell, were gathered together?
From bodies with skin peeling off and desiccated by fire to drowned bodies with twisted limbs or swollen ruptures in the water.
The giant, who seemed to have been made by clumping together a thousand corpses like clay, fell from the crack, flailing his four arms and four legs.
Coo coo coo coo….
The devil, who had been swayed by the rising air current, quickly regained his balance. Mouths everywhere on its body opened simultaneously.
[It’s been a long time since I brought a true body to this land. I hope your corpse, which will soon become a part of me, is of sufficient value.]
Ztank, the Deceiver of the Pale Fire, the Grand Duke of the Corpse Swamp, said.
Dallen smiled viciously and adjusted his grip on the holy sword. It was my first time dealing with the true form of a high-level demon since Calchas.
He sacrificed countless sacrifices and used a spell at the level of a high-level demon to completely draw the power of the essence and descend.
That meant that if you killed him here, the hell of the guy who lost his power source would also disappear.
Jerk.
At that time, I heard footsteps behind me. There was no other sign. The same goes for heart rate and breathing.
When I turned my head, I saw a warchief with a hole in his chest, standing in the air. Dallen said, slightly raising his eyebrows.
“Isn’t he dead?”
“This body is already dead. But the spirit of a warrior does not die easily.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
“Before my heart disappeared, the power of my ancestors entered my body. That force holds my soul in my dead body.”
Does this mean that they are roughly holding on with the power of their territory?
Among the High Orc ancestors, there must have been someone who created a sanctuary guardian, so it didn’t seem like an entirely impossible task.
The fiery purple eyes and green skin with purple magical blood vessels sprouting were proof of this.
The warchief moved his bloodless lips.
“Thank you, Ingan, for saving me from the devil’s tricks. Now give me a second chance. “I will cut that devil to pieces.”
Dallen was silent for a moment. Any help is welcome, but it would be a shame to give up the experience.
“The last hit is mine.”
“…don’t say difficult things. “Chinggu is not something that is difficult to say.”
“It means that I am the one who deals the final blow to that guy.”
“i get it. Then I will break the power and you can finish it.”
Dallen nodded and took a step back. If I could gain experience with a last hit, it wouldn’t be a big problem.
The warchief walked through the air and headed towards the demon.
In Dallen’s eyes, which penetrated mysteries, the shadows of more than a hundred High Orcs appeared behind him.
[Hoo.]
The devil looked at the figure with interest.
To be exact, the thousands of eyes on its body were aimed at the warchief.
[I wondered why it wasn’t offered as a sacrifice, but it was because the soul hadn’t left the body yet.]
“The devil.”
[What is it?]
“Prepare to die.”
Many lips smiled. It was an obvious ridicule.
[Do you think you can defeat me with that body? The heart and lungs were crushed, leaving no trace, and nearly half of the internal organs were blown away. A doll that is moved by magic…]
“Hi-orc! Fight freely!”
The warchief’s divine form disappeared and the devil’s mouth closed.
Bwaaaah!
The sound of drums beating first.
The next moment, the demon’s body swayed and one of its four arms exploded.
Blood and pieces of flesh flying everywhere.
The warchief’s new form, covered in dark red blood, was holding the devil’s opposite shoulder.
[What a barely moving corpse!]
There was no answer. Just hit the joint between the devil’s torso and arm with all your might.
Good luck!
Five-colored flames from the five ancestors surrounded the fist, accumulating a lot of explosive power.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
The wind of the shamans is swirling around the body like a tornado, clearing the path from the front and increasing momentum from behind.
In an instant, the warchief’s body grew about three times. Dozens of purple shadows covering its body flashed for a moment and radiated power.
━━━━
After the drumming sound was heard once more, part of the body disappeared along with the devil’s arms.
[Kaaaa!!]
A demon screaming and swinging its remaining limbs wildly.
The two severed arms quickly regenerate, while the remaining limbs are torn into pieces, turning into hundreds of strands of whip.
The demon’s body was now shaped like a round ball with numerous tentacles. Tentacles, each made up of dozens of corpses, exposing sharp bone fragments.
The strength that came from its gigantic size was enough to collapse a cliff in an instant, but the warchief was moving at an invisible speed and dodging all of the attacks.
‘That’s amazing. I’ve never been this strong in a game before.’
Dozens of tricks are intertwined in simple movements, creating the power to crush even the devil’s true body.
No matter how great the chieftain is, it is a feat that cannot be accomplished while wearing his original body.
However, now his body was just a vessel and a tool, and he had lost even the concept of being a living thing.
Is it possible to unleash the power of the realm without worrying about one’s own loss because the breath that has already been lost has been forcibly attached?
The warchief’s fighting style, which contains countless powers in one body, was an excellent source of inspiration for Dallon, who also contained dozens of powers in one area.
‘I feel like I want to see you for a while.’
The final flame that burned my own existence will not last long.
Thinking like that, Dallon put down the holy sword and took the short spear in his hand. Jeokchang asked after seeing that.
[Can you do it alone?]
Dallon chuckled.
‘It’s not like I’m going to help you.’
[…You’re quick to notice. If I borrow your body now, the control of the transplanted dragon heart will be transferred to me.]
‘Does this mean the dragon heart will become your body?’
[right. Then, every time you fight, I’ll end up fighting too. At best, I made a deal to make it easier for myself, but I don’t
want to go through that kind of trouble.] So, try to figure it out on your own. Leaving behind the ancient dragon’s soft laughter, Dallon kicked the air.
Kwaaaaang!
Dark red flames exploding beneath your feet. The soaring new type leaves behind a flame-like afterimage.
The heart was shaking violently. However, unlike before, the blood vessels throughout the body were able to comfortably handle the heat of the dragon blood.
I look back on the feeling I had when Jeokchang borrowed my body while fighting the true body of Calchas.
We are still a long way from the dance that the original owner of the dragon blood showed us, but it is still not as distant as it was then.
Grumble!
Flames surround the window.
Swish –
A downward motion towards the devil’s body.
By the time the demon, whose eyes were taken by the warchief, noticed something strange, endless heat was already tearing through his body.
[Big… uh…!]
The lips that tried to scream melt as the flames follow.
A wave of flame, like a dragon’s breath, engulfed the devil’s entire body and poured down on the ground like a waterfall.
Kwagwagwagwa-!
The area where the rock suddenly melted and turned into a volcanic area.
A huge body cut in half crashed onto the bubbling lake of lava.
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