Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 164

Tombs of our ancestors (6)

Kugu Palace! Kugung…!

When the area is cleared, stones the size of a house pour down like rain.

It was a sight that gave me a little understanding of the feelings of ants taking refuge underground on a day of heavy rain.

Dallen escaped the rain of falling rocks and went straight to the bubbling lava lake.

When I extend my hand to the surface of the water, I see a burning, dark red flame.

A long stream of flame stretched out like a dragon’s tail, rummaged through the lava lake, and pulled out a large blue-white bead.

‘The essence of Prince Z’tank of the Corpse Swamp.’

The demon that descended in its true form completely disappeared, leaving behind its essence.

The hell of a man who had lost the source of his power would soon collapse.

Even after leveling up, Dallen put the experience bar, which was halfway full, to one side and glanced sideways, retrieving the devil’s essence with joyful eyes.

And immediately his expression became distorted.

“How rotten am I like this…”

From the moment I opened the gates of hell, the stench was no joke, and even the essence left behind by the dead began to smell like a rotting corpse.

I was confident that I didn’t even blink at any stimulus because I was rolling around in this world.

Feeling that it was contaminating his nose and even his lungs, Dallon hurriedly opened the subspace and took in the essence.

[Quaaaaaaaaa! What is this, master?]

It was natural for the residents to be frightened by the unexpected odor terror.

“It’s demonic essence. Couldn’t it be a piece of your lost power, like the essence of Calchas?”

Dallen said, creating a dark red flame and shaking off the remaining smell from his hands.

Arbor, an immortal demon who was once called Star Tree.

According to the words of Eberron Raktala, the face of the comics, his current body has lost most of its former power and has deteriorated.

In fact, after absorbing the essence of Calchas, one of the lost powers, wasn’t he able to completely control that power as his own?

Both the battle with the witch and the capture of the sanctuary guardian were processes that would have been quite cumbersome without that power.

[Ah, there’s no way I could have left such a stinking mess!]

“Try it first and then tell me. “It was originally a medicine that was good for the body.”

[What kind of logic is that? So you’re saying that poisonous plants are also good for your health? Ugh! [Whoa!]

After putting his hand into subspace and pouring the essence directly into the devil’s mouth, Dallon waved his hand away and turned away from the lava pool.

The place where the sanctuary was located in the middle of the basin was devastated by the recent fight.

The magnificent ancient building has gone, and in its place are ruins that resemble haphazardly piled stone tombs.

Dallen approached one of the boulders that had rolled out of bounds. The warchief’s body was leaning helplessly there.

“Is he dead?”

“…not yet.”

The warchief chuckled and answered.

There was a huge hole in my chest, and my breathing and heartbeat had long since stopped.

He moves his body using only his ancestors’ magic through the power of the realm and his own magic control ability.

Even that seemed to have reached its limit, as the purple flame that had been shining in his eyes was slowly fading away.

“Your performance against a high-level devil was amazing. “Thanks to you, I was able to finish the fight comfortably.”

Dallen sat down on a nearby rock and spoke.

In fact, the last blow he delivered was an attack that I am not sure would have been successful if the warchief had not captured the demon.

Although he obtained the Dragon Heart and dramatically reduced the load on his body, he succeeded in recreating the inaction shown by Jeok Chang, albeit in a clumsy manner.

I had only just gotten a feel for how to use dragon blood, but it was by no means comparable to Jeok Chang, who used his power as freely as if he were breathing.

On the contrary, the power of the realm unleashed by the Warchief was unrivaled in terms of its harmony and skill, even though its individual power was less impressive than that of the dragon blood.

The essence of martial arts goes beyond simply attracting the devil’s attention and binds its true body with dozens of types of spells, while moving between its tentacles and steadily cutting down its body.

At first glance, it was similar to Dallan’s fighting style that excluded dragon blood, and the biggest gain in this fight might not be experience points, but observation of the fight.

It was never an easy sight to see a fifth-tier transcendent using dozens of powers mixed together.

“…I was stupid.”

At that time, the warchief, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth.

“I knew destruction was coming from the moment I took on the status of transcendence. But unlike the future I had anticipated, everything started to come much faster than expected.”

“…….”

“It seemed like the adaptable humans were holding on somehow. But not High Orc. I thought it would end without me even being able to fight properly like a High Orc. So…I fell for the devil’s whispers.”

A voice filled with regret. The corners of the mouth form a wry smile.

Dallen couldn’t answer. Words of comfort that I was okay or encouragement that I would overcome it were impossible.

The end was actually being brought forward, and part of the cause was Dallon himself.

How can we convey the consequential story that we are deviating from the set path of destruction to someone who was used by the devil while trying to protect his species?

In the silence, with only the sound of the lava lake bubbling, another human figure approached.

“Warchief Thumpa.”

“…Chief Tarum. No, now he is Warchief Tarum.”

It was Tarum who approached with unsteady steps.

The left arm was cut off starting from the upper arm, and there were large and small wounds all over the body.

The warchief looked at the injuries all over his body with his fading purple eyes, then muttered his mouth and then uttered one more word.

“sorry.”

“no. I heard it all when I came. “You did what you had to do.”

“Yeah…but wasn’t it true that I was stupid?”

“That is true. But now that I’m smart, it’s okay.”

The warchief laughed lowly at Tarum’s answer. It was a smile that had lost its vitality.

“Chief Tarum.”

“What?”

“Remember the words left by our great ancestors. High orcs fight freely. I didn’t know that freedom was more important than fighting, and that was the reason for my mistake. “Don’t make the same mistake.”

“I guess it’s really time to die. “It’s too difficult to say.”

“…done. “You’re smart, so you’ll figure it out naturally.”

After speaking, the warchief leaned his head against the rock.

The sky was slowly getting dark. The sun set quickly over the mountains.

Under the sky turning dark blue, the red light of the bubbling lava lake was spreading its energy into the sky as if its own world was approaching.

The scent of dust left by the devil and the smell of dust carried by the wind tickled my nose. Dallen rubbed his nose. And said.

“Do you have any last words?”

“…I want to eat meat.”

Tarum, who was next to him, laughed. It was truly a High Orc-like answer.

“Don’t worry. “You will be able to taste it to your heart’s content in the heavenly sanctuary of the great ancestors.”

The great ancestor did not respond to Tarum’s words.

The black eyes were just staring somewhere into space.

Dallen put his hands on his knees and stood up.

It was time to go back.

***

Several days passed.

The High Orcs who went on the expedition returned to their respective villages, but the group moved to the tribe closest to the sanctuary.

It was because of a request from Tarum, who had recently ascended to the position of warchief.

He said that he would like the group to be with him when he sends away the former warchief, Tsutumpa.

Of course, first was recovering the casualties and sorting out the aftermath of the expedition, and then time was needed to prepare for the funeral.

Thanks to this, the group was able to unintentionally rest for several days.

The days were hectic in a different sense, as the High Orcs who heard of the group’s activities invited them to their house every night, offering to treat them to dinner.

“…So in the end, the winner of the arm wrestling competition at yesterday’s dinner was me, Bjorn Kaladrakum! No one can defeat a dwarf by force! Even if it’s a high orc or a dragon! Hahaha!”

[There is an error in logic. Neither my father nor my mother were there. If the chief of this village hadn’t invited you two separately, I could have flattened your nose.]

“Losers tend to talk a lot! I understand. How could I have been victorious all my life! Hahaha…Aaagh!”

[If I had grown a little more, I could have beaten you with just one toe. If you keep doing this, I will cause you to lose your hair, Mr. Dwarf.]

“Ah! Don’t tear your hair out! “You damn lizard!”

Dallen smiled lowly and raised his wooden cup.

A dwarf holding a baby dragon as big as himself on the top of his head, screaming as his hair was torn out, was quite a rare sight.

Felber spoke to him as he watched and sipped his drink while Lucia, who was worse off, tried to break things up between the two.

“Now that I think about it, the congratulations are late. Congratulations on earning the qualifications of a transcendental person. “How do you feel?”

“It’s not even an opinion… I’m grateful for the story the old man told me at that time.”

“Even if I hadn’t said anything, it would have been possible at any time. “You have already achieved all the qualifications, leaving only a very thin wall behind.”

Felber stroked his beard and raised his glass. Instead of strong alcohol, his glass was filled with hot tea.

“It seems like only yesterday that we achieved a small area, but we are already ranked 5th. What a surprise to the world. I could feel it even from afar. “The size of your imagination far surpasses that of other transcendents.”

Dallen shrugged. He took a sip of his drink and glanced at the status window.

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Name: Dallon

Level: 32

[Strength: 45] [Skill: 40] [Stamina: 36]

[Sense: 37] [Intelligence: 36] [Magic Power: 39]

Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leaping (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Blade (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Bolt (D) Signet of the Curse (D) Rere Dao’s Secret Sword (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to the Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (D) Living Root ( D)

*Unique Skill (11)

――――――――

Compared to before leaving the labyrinth city, not only did the level increase, but all abilities also increased as the territory was achieved.

In fact, there was no other significant difference in numbers and content.

However, reaching the 5th level means that you can overwrite this world with a part of the realm you created yourself.

The power of the transcendent to change reality itself at will was not something that could be expressed simply through the number of abilities or skills shown in the status window.

The unique skill was also a power that spread out from one stem into dozens of branches, creating possibilities beyond the indicated numbers.

‘What will happen if we retrieve that martial artist’s body?’

Just like when a small area was formed, a small notification window would appear when the character formed a large area.

Beyond the monitor, it was just one of the random elements, so I didn’t put much emphasis on it in the strategy.

However, looking back, the characters who endured until the very end all had a track record of achieving great results.

The martial arts character, which is the fundamental reason why Dallen visited the Tooth Mountains of the World, was also the owner of a large area.

‘This is unexpected. In the game, all you had to do was have a few random effects pop up and take damage.’

Instead of continuing to ponder unanswerable questions, Dallon chugged down his drink and stood up.

Thump thump thump.

Just then, a knock on the door was heard. It was Warchief Tarum.

Standing in front of the door with his hood pulled down more deeply than usual, he said as he saw the entire group gathered together.

“It’s all there at the right time. Let’s go. “It is time to return the Warchief to the Earth and Wind.”

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