Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 166
Gray Fighter (2)
A duel with the previous character.
Was there something like that in the DLC notice?
It only said that you could retrieve the power of a dead character, but I don’t think it said anything about having to fight with that character.
If it were a game, I might have liked it because it was full of content, but this was not a game, it was a reality where you die if you get stabbed with a knife.
In a brief moment, less than half of a second, numerous thoughts came and went as I looked at the man with his fist clenched in front of me.
“Hey, Dalver.”
“Speak. You are the one on whom the eyes of the stars are paying attention. However, I will not take questions. “The first thing to do is to prove that you deserve to hear the answer.”
“…I see.”
I haven’t even asked yet, but it looks like a knife.
There were many questions and speculations.
There was a high possibility that the man in front of him had at least some of the answers in his hands.
However, if the person in question only keeps talking about whether it is a well of reverse heaven or has crossed the timeline, and does not seem to have any intention of explaining the situation so that we can understand it.
There is probably only one conclusion that can be drawn.
A handle that feels
comfortable .
The blade of an ax sparkles in the reflected light of the snowy mountain.
The hatchet pulled out like lightning was the first answer to the man in front of me in place of many, many questions.
Dallon said.
“Let’s get it right first.”
After you get hit, you’ll feel like you’ll be able to explain kindly again.
Whir!
As I step forward with my right foot, the right arm holding the ax becomes blurred.
Wedge-!
The hatchet, which disappeared as it cleared the space, appeared in front of the man’s face.
Boom!
The sound of being hit is a bit strange, like something being broken into pieces. The man naturally reached out and grabbed the axe.
He didn’t even grab the handle, but just grabbed the blade with his hand strength.
“As expected, a good answer…!”
The man smiled broadly.
and.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
A golden explosion interrupted his words.
In the aftermath of the explosion, the snow accumulated on the ground is pushed away and swirls like a blizzard. Dallen rushed through the blizzard head-on.
The loose leather clothes flutter in the headwind. It was a temporary costume made by appropriately repairing the clothes worn by High Orcs.
The armor I received from Leberon’s blacksmith shop was damaged during the fight with the warchief and was no longer usable.
‘I should carry extra armor in subspace or something.’
Anticipating the devil’s voice complaining that the house is getting too small, the wind of magic blowing through the snowy mountain sweeps around my limbs.
「Magic armor」
「Flame armor」
「Hahaha! “It stings… ugh!”
The face of the man who had casually shaken off the explosion of the relic weapon was wrapped in flames and grabbed with a hand that was twice as big.
「Stomp」
Pushing and kicking the empty space where there is no place to step, replacing the exploding magical energy with physical strength and throwing the man away.
Kwaang-!
The two new models fired like cannonballs, destroying the cabin and flying high into the sky. In an instant, the rapidly changing view of the ridge leading down the mountain passed by in the distance.
Kicking the air in succession, he catches up with the thrown body of the man, stands on top of it, and then slams his legs down as if bouncing.
「Fire Gap: Hong Ryu-seop(紅流燮)」
Ugh!
Bright red fireworks bursting from your toes along with the sound of a drum exploding.
The man’s body fell to the ground in a waterfall of red flames.
Kugugugu…!
Snow-covered conifers are snapped off like toothpicks, and flames flowing down the mountainside spread widely, burning down the hibernating vegetation in the area.
Dallen sighed lightly and looked down at his feet.
A fire pit with a radius of several meters burns away, washing away the white snow field. The brown eyes of the man buried deep in the center met his gaze.
“Huh…that’s pretty good.”
The man was fine. My skin got a little red, but that was it.
The man smiled as if he was rather amused by the blow that destroyed even the strong body of the sanctuary guardian.
“I would have been disappointed if I hadn’t waited so long for something like this to happen.”
A faint glow appears at the corner of the twitching mouth.
Had he gone crazy after living with a race crazy about fighting for decades?
Just as I was about to question the mental state of the character I had once raised, the man’s new form disappeared before my eyes.
Throw-
a pile of ash erupts one foot behind the spot where the man was standing.
Suaaaa!
A low voice came from behind me, along with a rush of murder that sent shivers down my back.
“Let’s play some more.”
「Returning」
The moment I hurriedly turned around, what I saw was a gray shadow flashing under the clear sky.
The remnants of shadow that appear out of nowhere in the air are clearly one of the effects of the unique skills that the martial artist character has learned.
It is a movement that uses the body itself to move through gaps in space by mobilizing strength and skills that transcend limits.
This was the most crucial reason why the man was nicknamed the Gray Fighter.
Shhh.
A man jumped out of the shadows and punched. A lightning-like blow struck Dallon in the chest.
Hahahahaha!
“What the fuck…!”
Even though I blocked it by crossing my arms, the swear words that kept coming out.
Kwazizig – Kugung! thud!
As if it wasn’t enough to break all the trees in the path with its backboard, Dallan’s new model bounced on the ground like a water swallow.
“Hehehe……”
The man laughed lowly while standing in the air and watched the figure leaving a long trace on the mountain.
Grumble!
“…huh?”
Until dozens of white embers suddenly bloomed around him, cutting off the man’s laughter.
「Ilhwa(發火)」
「Seong Ryu-ok(聖蘲獄)」
I made it myself!
As if the scene of a vine growing from a seed is accelerated thousands of times, the white flames that spread out in an instant begin to intertwine with each other.
Streams of flame intertwined and intersected to create a large sphere, closing the space where the man stood like a prison made of vines.
The man, who suddenly noticed the sacred power glowing in the prison he was imprisoned in, frowned slightly and muttered.
“The holy power of the Holy Knights… Are you sure they received a sacred tattoo and learned miracles? But no matter how it is, how can it be so without any warning…”
As he stopped the quickly narrowing bar of flames with a rough grip, the man’s brain, which was heated to the max, calculated this situation based on his long experience in combat.
It wasn’t difficult to understand the situation.
The empty space where the man was currently standing was the space where Dallon had been standing just a moment ago.
“…Did you predict that I would surprise you from behind!”
Immediately after throwing the man to the ground with a waterfall of flames.
What was the reason for just staring down into the air instead of making a follow-up hit?
I thought it was just a case of negligence after attacking first, but in fact, if it was because this prison was secretly installed, all the puzzles fit together.
It didn’t take long for them to realize that going behind and counterattacking while revealing one of their secret techniques was actually like walking into a trap prepared by the opponent.
A fighting style as if he had read and predicted his next move.
In fact, veins appeared on the man’s forehead when he realized he had been tricked.
“This guy…!”
That’s it…!
The bars of pure white flame begin to bend with transcendent strength.
The man’s brown eyes followed Dallen’s footsteps as he flew through the forest.
Dallen, who was flung dozens of meters away with a single punch, tore off his matted leather jacket and stood up.
‘It worked well.’
This is a character I developed from scratch.
Although it is not possible to directly interfere with the unique skills, I was able to roughly watch how the battle progressed hundreds of times.
Once the opponent’s next move is in sight, all you need is a powerful blow that can counteract that intention.
The unique skill ‘Ignition’ originates from the embers of the torch.
And the ‘living root’ I learned from the introduction to planting magic I received from Shania Philopon.
The combination of the two was the first arrangement to create that one room.
That’s it – Kwasik!
The bars that could not hold on began to break one by one. Dallen looked up at the sky across the street with a motionless expression.
The strength of the man who crushed the result of combining miracles and spells with his bare hands was certainly impressive, but there was no reason to be nervous.
Because Dallon’s second arrangement arrived faster than he could escape the trap he set himself.
“I told you.”
He spits out boiling blood and grins proudly.
“Let’s get it right first.”
Rumbling….
The sky was already filled with dark clouds.
Cutting through the cast shadows, a ray of light shines from the peak of a distant snowy mountain.
The speed of the beam of light was far faster than sound, but the man’s visual acuity was excellent enough to see its identity.
“Holy sword…Tortanis!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light brightened the dark clouds.
The pillar of light bent and fell from the sky several times, narrowly overlapping with the trajectory of the flying holy sword.
“This is so rotten…!”
The man gritted his teeth and waved his arms violently.
Kwazijijik!
With that force alone, the vines of flame were cut off mercilessly, but the remaining vines tightened even further, restricting the man’s movements.
Resistance is only temporary.
Even excellent warriors could not avoid the heavenly punishment falling from the sky.
「Thunderstorm」
Flash!
The blue lightning that became one with the holy sword swept through the man’s divine form and struck the forest at the same time.
Gurgling!!
As the thunder that followed reached the ground, a bright light turned the world upside down.
***
Rurrrrr……
Unable to withstand the shock, the slope of the snowy mountain collapses.
Dallen, who had been watching the landslide pouring down in the distance, turned his gaze and looked at the center of the deep pit.
The land stained black.
Burnt and crumbling tree.
In the middle of a pit several meters deep, a large warrior was kneeling.
The tanned skin was cracked, and blood poured out from the deep wound that stretched from the shoulder to the other side of the waist.
It could have been considered a fatal wound, but when Dallen saw it, he actually clicked his tongue.
“Are you avoiding that?”
Dallen waved his hand. Then, the holy sword that was stuck a few steps away from the man naturally flew out and landed in his hand.
If it had been delivered correctly, it would have pierced the man’s body and erased his entire existence.
Of course, Dallen did not think that victory or defeat would be decided by this one shot, but it was still a result that fell far short of what was expected.
The fact that he was able to pull off an attack that could blow away a demon if hit correctly means that the man’s martial arts skills were far beyond the level of common sense.
It was difficult to guess how he could twist his body while bound in Seongryuok and his movements were restricted, even while wearing a body with high stats.
“Huh…I understand. “At least with this, we can acknowledge that you are the person pointed out in the prophecy.”
Jerk.
The man slowly stood up.
Staggering steps. A gesture that seems defenseless at first glance.
However, Dallen did not hastily approach and swing his sword.
To be precise, it was closer to the point that it couldn’t be done.
I may not have been able to read it in the past, but I could read it now.
Each and every loophole that is revealed is a trap carefully designed based on decades of experience as a martial artist.
“…However, even during the eons I spent in the well of Yeokcheon, I could not accept it even once. “The fact that someone else can overcome the end that even I, who pride myself on having seen the end of nothingness, could not overcome.”
A small gesture. Direction of the toes. Head shaking motion. Even the act of breaking one’s knees.
The principles of martial arts melt into each movement and flow naturally, creating the best efficiency.
The air was completely different from the fight just moments ago. It was clear what it meant.
I don’t know what he was thinking, but if the man had approached the fight with a rather light attitude from the beginning until now.
At least from this moment on, I have absolutely no intention of taking that attitude.
“So let me prove it. Are you really the one who can see the end of the world by gathering the possibilities of all timelines as the prophecy said? And…”
He clenches his fist.
The blackened skin is torn.
A white tattoo emits light from beneath it.
At the same time that his entire body turned gray-white, the man opened his closed eyes.
“…Do you deserve to receive everything I have for that?”
A gray-white shimmer, like hair, stared straight into Dallen’s black eyes.
That moment.
「Domain Open: Gray Sky at the End」
The world was covered in gray.
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