Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 167

Projection of Gray (3)

The power of the realm.

Before falling into this world, it was nothing more than an ambiguous game setting.

Of course, there have been several characters who have played a major role in episodes that have been repeated hundreds of times.

But was it a limitation of the game?

Unlike unique skills that were clearly displayed through various additional effects, most area openings ended with a few effects that seemed to distort space.

‘All I could see beyond the monitor was the result of the process being omitted.’

After several flashing effects disappeared.

The screen only shows what buffs and debuffs were exchanged and how much damage was exchanged.

Therefore, I could see that area opening was an ability that was somewhat of a special move, but it was not easy to dig deeper than that.

Therefore, it was Dallen’s first time seeing the sky and ground covered in gray.

The same was true of the fighter running across the gray-white land and freely crossing the gaps in space.

「Hoemyeong (回冥)」

Gray shadows flicker and the man’s body becomes blurred.

It was not just a trick or illusion.

Payoung’s magical eye, which penetrates mysteries, and the illusion slayer, one of the relics of the Dark Woldan, were of no use.

Squeak!

With a loud noise as if tearing tough fabric, the man’s new body disappeared as if evaporating.

The next moment, it appears occupying eight directions around Dallan and launches eight attacks at the same time.

「Eight Yeondapsan(八聯踏散)」

Dududududududu-!

Simple attacks that involve swinging your limbs.

However, the destructive power contained in each blow is enough to easily destroy a rock the size of a house.

In the midst of the sound that shook the air, Dallon took a short breath.

And the wind blew from somewhere.

「Magic Armor: White Wind Armor」

「Hot Wind」

Time slowed down for an instant.

A whirlwind that instantly envelops your arms and legs.

By applying the Delos Magic Tower’s spell, Field’s Wind Barrier, the spell itself becomes armor to counter attacks coming from all directions.

Hwii…!

The wind, which is torn into dozens of pieces with the limbs as the central axis, causes the offensive batting average to be subtly misaligned.

It counteracts by forcibly twisting open gaps that do not exist and creating a time gap between attacks coming at the same time.

Cheeeeeek!

Bring the sword and face to the government and expose it.

Whoa!

Turn your head slightly to avoid a kick aimed at your head.

Knees raised from the front. Take a step forward. He pushes out his thigh with the leg he stepped on, twists his direction, and slams his elbow down to block the sword stabbing at his side.

Fingers and toes aiming for the square. Minimize damage by removing your hands with your hands and your feet with your feet.

The time between all these exchanges was a momentary gap that the average person would not even notice.

As soon as the last breath was taken, the world, which had slowed down, regained its speed and dozens of sound waves struck at the same time.

Blah blah blah ──!!

“Phew—”

Rough breathing. There is no time to refine it.

As I pushed the ground and pulled my body back, a blurry new figure appeared in the spot where I had been standing just a moment ago.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The ground cracks under my feet.

Without even having time to admire its power, the man’s hands and feet were swung by a shimmering gray energy.

「Grey White Projection」

「Two Eight Branches」

The gray energy rushes in in the form of real limbs.

Clenched fist. Open palm. The blades of your hands, the tips of your toes, your elbows, your knees, and the heels of your feet that come down from the top of your head.

A twenty-eight-pronged offensive that directly shatters the common sense that an ordinary human being can make only one attack at a time with his bare body, and that no matter how hard he tries, he only has four hands and feet.

In the face of a gray wave that even the Warchief could not have blocked, Daelon put down the holy sword and quickly made a hand sign.

「Yeomsa(炎巳)」

The ground spits out flames.

The fiery snake that surged through the ground opened its mouth wide and attacked in response to the pouring gray barrage.

Ujijijijik…!

Even the flame snake could not block the man’s attack.

It literally takes only an instant for a fire that can burn down an entire building to be torn apart and scattered.

But it didn’t matter.

Because what Dallen needed was that moment of leisure.

Rumbling…

Taking advantage of the slight delay brought about by the flame, the sky beyond let out a soft cry.

Dark red clouds descend, crushing the gray sky, and begin pouring out dozens of pillars of fire.

「Domain Open: Closed Snowy Mountain Sky」

「Daeha Juyeom(垈煆柱炎)」

A column of blazing flames attacks the gray earth.

Red is overlaid on the gray-white world, like oil paint being applied on drawing paper.

The dozens of brush tips wielded by the dark clouds were not enough to engulf the 28-pronged attack, and they chased after the man’s new form, trying to cover up its existence as well.

“outstanding! “There is no shortage of things to say that Yeokcheon’s well was chosen!”

The man who was avoiding the pillar of fire by jumping through space in a feast of flames no different from a natural disaster finally opened his mouth.

“But it’s still not enough! Even my final blow, which blew away the mountain peak, only scratched Xun’s armor! How much more do you think you can stop the five evil spirits when you can’t easily defeat even me!”

Emotions that cannot be hidden are revealed in every word.

Anger toward the apocalypse that has engulfed the world.

A feeling of helplessness about myself that I could not overcome.

Regret, fear, jealousy, and stubbornness. A deep cry dripped down with each sentence the man uttered.

Around that time, the white tattoos covering the man’s entire body gave off a dazzling amount of light, and even his brown eyes suddenly changed and began to shed a gray-white glow.

‘White magic tattoo… It’s a symbol that the High Orcs recognized them as their own people.’

Dallen knew the identity of that tattoo.

The tattoo, which at first glance resembles the one engraved on the High Orcs, is a tribal gift engraved by outstanding shamans among the chieftains.

It was proof that they recognized him as a member of their own race, as they had been together like family for decades and had gone through many hardships together, even though they were of different races.

“Go ahead and convince me! Beat me! And take my power!”

Of course, the ability of tattoos was also not unrelated to the characteristics of high orcs.

A type of magic that allows you to overcome your usual limitations by using your emotions and intellect as fuel for your fighting spirit.

The way of speaking that has become as simple as that of the High Orcs is probably a side effect of the result of increasing one’s strength by burning one’s intellect and emotions.

And the effects of sacrificing so much were also stark.

Whoa!

Punch your fist into the pouring pillar of fire.

With a loud noise, the space collapsed, and a column of fire several meters in diameter went out like a candle in the wind.

An art of canceling out dozens of pillars of fire poured out by dark clouds with just a single fist.

‘No, it’s difficult to express this level of skill.’

It’s not just a simple punch.

The noise heard is not simply the sound of air being torn, but the noise of destruction as the space itself is crushed.

If the unique skill ‘Hope’, which is a man’s statement season, was an art of digging into gaps in space using shadow magic as a medium after deeply studying the meaning of space and gap as a martial artist.

The current power goes beyond that and is nothing short of a miracle that completely crushes and crushes space.

Jeong- Jeong-

The space explodes and is crushed by a simple blow.

Its destructive power was not far behind that of the breath of Cheongrinyong of the previous era, which had fallen into disrepair.

Soon the man, who had blown away the last pillar of fire, took a deep breath and turned his head towards Dallen.

“Huh…uh….”

Eyes burning with fighting spirit.

A life that seems to freeze the air in the area.

The composure of a warrior who had honed his skills and quietly admired the sight of the snowy mountain for the first time was nowhere to be seen.

All the apparent peace is gone, and only the wounded beast hidden deep inside remains.

Kuddeuddeuk…

Put your left foot forward.

Put your right foot back.

As he slowly pulled his fist back, space twisted behind him and the landscape around the man warped.

“…….”

Dallen quietly faced the murderous man’s eyes.

The clenched fists and wide-open eyes resembled the ashen corpse seen at the warchief’s funeral.

The appearance of a fighter who ended his life standing after delivering the final blow to the devil’s army.

Maybe what the man sees now is not Dallen, but the army of evil spirits that filled the valley and rushed in at the last moment.

Kurrrrrr…….

Then.

All you have to do is prove it.

Just as the evil spirit Sun received the blow that blew away the peak of the snow mountain on the last day from the front.

All that Dallan needs to do is show that he can completely take that fatal blow with his single body.

If only to show that Dallen was in no way inferior to the despair that brought the gray warrior to his knees.

A ray of hope can bloom in the heart of a fighter who did his best until the end but was unable to achieve victory.

Phew.

I catch my breath.

That alone filled my body and limbs with new energy.

Swordsmanship, spells, dragon blood miracles, etc.

By now, it has expanded into dozens of possibilities, but none of them was the possibility that started out.

Phew.

I think of the first possibility of summoning thunder without a holy sword that causes lightning or a spell that creates dark clouds.

Deep in the mines of the labyrinth city.

A blow struck from within the hearts of cultists.

Recalling the blow that defeated the Great Apostle with the power of the devil, Dallon pulled out his fist in a posture similar to that of the warrior in front of him.

Between two warriors dozens of meters away, their fists aimed at each other.

Whoosh –

it was only for an instant that the tense atmosphere was broken.

「The gray sky hanging at the end」

「Horiekpaju(灰力破柱)」

The space was shattered by a single blow.

“The closed sky of the snowy mountain”

A thunderous sound rang out from the blow of a

“fist.”

━━━━━━!

And as the world is torn apart.

Behind the two figures, two peaks of a snowy mountain several kilometers away suddenly disappeared.

***

‘…Run…’

Faint whispers.

‘Stand up…!’

The fishy scent of blood that hits your throat.

“…Run! Dallen!”

Soon, the heat flowing back through my nose and mouth wakes me up.

Dallen opened his eyes.

“Cough! “Whoa!”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I instinctively grabbed my chest. Throbbing pain. My heart was pounding like crazy and dragon blood was spewing out all over my body.

Tuk. Tuk.

I tap my heart a few times with my trembling hands. Then, as if it understood, my heart slowed down on its own.

“Dallen! Dallen! “Are you out of your mind?”

I managed to look away and saw Lucia. And the other party members and the blue sky beyond were watching with worried eyes.

‘…sky?’

Seeing that Lucia is here, this is reality. When was I lying down?

With that question in mind, the moment I tried to get up, an unbearable pain rushed through my body once again.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”

“Don’t get up, Dallan! “Don’t you know what your physical condition is like now?”

“Uh, what…”

“About an hour ago, I suddenly collapsed, bleeding all over my body. “My muscles and bones were all crushed and my organs were torn to pieces!”

Fuck. What on earth does that mean?

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