Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 176
Royal Capital Ekhlahim (4)
Tuktala Skymas, a mid-level executive of the Dark Moon Company, had the ability to foresee.
It felt a little too much to be called a prophet. The future he could predict was at most one second.
In addition, the predictable target was limited to the person himself, so the fortune teller’s talents were inferior to traditional crystal ball fortune-telling or horoscopes.
However, the value of time is relatively determined depending on the person and situation.
Even if the foresight was difficult to predict the future of an individual, let alone the future of the continent, it was a season that saved lives dozens of times in the battle of superhumans who went back and forth between attacks and defenses several times a second.
That was the reason why Tuktala was able to rise to the position of a mid-level executive in the Dark Woldan even though he had relatively inferior physical abilities.
And now.
“This is crazy…!”
Quagwagwagwang!
The fact that he did not lose his life when a hatchet whizzed past his head was also thanks to the dramatic manifestation of his precognitive ability.
“It’s not a Tsarist cannon, it’s an ax that has such destructive power…!”
The ax, which he managed to dodge even after predicting one second later, lands on the other side of the sewer passage, collapsing the walls and ceiling.
If it had been a little stronger, the nearby sewers would have completely collapsed. It was a force that was hard to believe was the result of a single ax throw.
No, even if you roll it like that in the first place, is there still an ax left? Could that ax be something from the treasure trove of the Diamond Palace?
The bigger problem is that such an ax flew over the entire sewer wall.
Even so, it was surprising that there was no sign of any magic or witchcraft.
“Mission abort! Abort mission! As of the current time, all Dark Moon members assigned to the mission will retreat! I say it again…!”
Tuktala quickly left the scene and shouted into the communication stone. A swarm of rats the size of human children swarmed around him.
The skill of jumping through space and throwing a weapon is amazing, but he is also a mid-level executive of an assassination group who deals with flying and crawling superhumans.
The Cancer Woldan is a group that is well-versed in hit-and-run strategies. There was still a chance to escape.
According to the information received, there was no information that the assassination target had learned the spatial transfer spell…
[Where are you running after breaking up the bread?]
Pain throbbing through my temples.
A sentence echoed in my head before my ears.
The deep voice mixed with words of unknown meaning was none other than the result of foresight.
“On a mission—chiiik!”
There is no time to give orders like usual.
A desperate cry, almost like a scream. At the expression of that will, a swarm of giant rats swarm and create a barrier.
A gray shadow fluttered across the dark fur and the next moment, a muscular warrior appeared in the air.
He slightly raised his eyebrows.
“What was it, Tuktala?”
“Poke?! “How can you say my name…!”
“I couldn’t do anything, so I thought I could assassinate God, so I joined the Dark Woldan.”
And more than ten times.
He adds with a grin. Tukhtala could not understand what those words meant.
That big guy joined the Dark Woldan? That mercenary who is called a dragon slayer and a witch slayer?
No, in the first place, Amwoldan has been in Ammyeon for decades? So does this mean that the human subject is over 100 years old?
Tingling.
Between unanswered questions. A scene struck me with a pounding headache.
A scene where a man wields a holy sword. My back is cut off by the lightning-like trajectory.
Tuktala did not hesitate. He took a step back and widened the distance.
Kwazijijik!
The large rats were cut off like corn on the cob, and Tuktala, who barely escaped the sword, immediately ran away.
“Change of plans! “The assassination continues!”
He gathers his subordinate assassins who were retreating nearby and continues his escape by detonating all the smoke bombs in his arms.
Squeak!
At his call, rat men holding daggers and skewers emerged from the darkness of the sewer. Within seconds of their appearance, the Dark Woldan members were cut off with their weapons and thrown into the mud.
While several members of the Dark Moon were separated, the distance between Tuktala and the man widened little by little.
In fact, the intention is to use other assassins as meat shields.
However, because it was not just for his own safety, Tuktala had no qualms in his conscience.
It was only a few months ago that the Amwoldan emerged from the rock. Originally, it was time to put all our efforts into reorganizing the organization and unifying forces.
However, for some reason, the Six Fingers, the leader of the Dark Moon Team, made a different decision.
‘The end is not far away. We will begin our activities immediately.’
The problem is that since it has been a few decades since awakening, there is a significant lack of up-to-date information about this era and the assassination targets.
Among them, it was even rarer to know about a warrior named Dallon, who was one of the six most important assassination targets.
This guy was a mercenary who appeared out of nowhere. No matter how much I investigated, I couldn’t even find out my identity or birth, let alone my whereabouts as a child.
However, despite his opaque past, he was a warrior and wizard whose reputation was building at a rate rarely seen in history.
It is impossible to deal with this type of assassination target in one go.
The important thing is to throw dozens of daggers and make sure that at least one of them lands properly.
To do so, he had to accumulate information through several assassination attempts, and the fact that he could jump through space and throw an ax was information worth taking back with him.
‘Plus, the body itself was able to travel through space. It wasn’t even a spell…!’
Strong.
A headache strikes again. It was a foreshadowing of a scene created with foresight.
However, this time, Tuktala could not understand.
A reddish tint completely covered the field of vision.
A grip like a bear’s paw is coming in front of you.
“What is this…”
The moment I asked the question, the answer was unfolding before my eyes.
Whirrick –
A gray shadow appears before my eyes. The man who appeared out of thin air spoke in a slightly annoyed tone.
“Where are you running away? Are you ignoring people?”
Kwaaaang!
The place where the warrior’s new form has become blurred. The frozen sewage water is breaking through the stone floor.
Whoops!
The sound of a leather drum being torn apart echoes from the lead of a pack of giant rats that quickly block the warriors.
There was no final scream. The death was too sudden for that to happen.
The skin of the stomach that hit the shoulder bursts, and fragments of the spine and crushed internal organs fly out in all directions.
And that was the beginning.
Pudduddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
It explodes and explodes again.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere from the warrior’s merciless charge.
It wasn’t any statement or spell. It’s just a ignorant hand-to-hand attack with a solid body and overwhelming power.
It was as if wineskins filled with air had been lined up and a special Tsarist cannonball had been fired at them from the front.
Only then did Tuktala understand the scene he had foreseen with his foresight. Redness filled my vision. And the hand that approaches through the red…
chin!
“I thought I had become somewhat insensitive to the increase in ability, but I am still impressed when my strength level exceeds 50.”
“What are you talking about…chiiik!”
“Nothing to know. “You probably heard what I said earlier, right?”
The man’s black eyes could be seen between the fingers of the large hand holding his head.
Dark eyes that seem to have lost color. There was no elaborate killing or burning anger there.
Even after cutting dozens of giant rats into pieces, his eyes just remained calm as if it was no big deal.
said the man.
“I hope you are prepared to take the first step. “You or the Cancer Woldan.”
Gradually…
my clumsy grip begins to gain strength little by little. Tuktala gasped.
Vision turning red. The sound of bones being misaligned in the jaw joint.
“…!”
I let out a silent scream and flailing my limbs, but it was no use.
The man only gradually increased his grip in a businesslike manner.
A situation in which the brain seems to be paralyzed and not even the ability to foresight is expressed. It was then.
“Enough with that, human.”
A familiar voice came from the other side of the sewer through my fading ears.
***
Dallen turned his head. Behind him, someone was walking from the other side of the sewer.
It was a rat man.
The same species as the mid-level executives of the Dark Woldan, whose skulls are about to be shattered in his grasp.
The guy’s height was a little shorter than usual. As a guess, he was probably around the size of Bjorn, a dwarf.
However, the three-dimensional curves of the muscles felt beyond the chain armor made it impossible to feel that the physique was small.
Snap.
“I’ll say it again. “Enough with that, human.”
He said, taking a long stride.
A white beard that grows more abundantly than other rats. And dozens of rat people lined up behind him.
It wasn’t difficult to figure out its identity.
This guy is a being that I have encountered many times, even on the other side of the monitor.
If you count the number of times, he was a senior officer of the Dark Moon Group who had encountered twice as many encounters as Tuktala, who was currently dying with his head caught.
“Amwoldan’s sixth finger. Pikkake Skymas.”
“…If you knew me, you would talk quickly. “He said he wasn’t as ignorant as he appeared, and the information he received was accurate.”
What the fuck happened? What happened?
Instead of getting upset, Dallon waved his hand. Then the holy sword that had fallen on the floor flew out and landed in his hand.
In his right hand is a ratman’s head, and in his left hand, a sparkling holy sword.
Dallen, covered in blood and flesh, looked like a hunter from hell.
Pikkake, the sixth finger of the Dark Moon Dan, saw this and his beard trembled slightly. The guy took a step back without realizing it and said.
“I am one of the six fingers of the Cancer Woldan. “I’m sure you’ve heard about who is given the position of Finger of the Dark Moon.”
“I’ve heard of it. They say it is only given to those who assassinate the Transcendant. so?”
“So? Literally. I am not a transcendental person, but I have assassinated a 5th level transcendental person. Just because you have achieved great territory does not mean that you will not die to me.”
So, it’s a threat. Is it just a waste of time?
The gray map drawn in my mind was still maintained.
Thanks to this, Dallan was able to vividly watch in real time as dozens of rat people surrounded the nearby sewer area.
The sixth finger of the rat-man Cancer Woldan in front of me is probably bluffing for a more complete assassination attempt as he continues his speech.
If you like that kind of fighting, just respond in the same way. Dallen chuckled and gently smoothed the hilt of his sword.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssing….
A threatening life spreads out in an instant. A strangely twisted flow of magic power.
The will of the transcendent had the power to weigh down the entire world with its simple manifestation. Pikkake swallowed his saliva and took a few more steps back.
Dallen took a slow step forward accordingly. Pickake and assassins retreat again.
Snap. Snap…
a delicate balance ensued. When Dallen steps forward, the assassins retreat. The distance that was barely maintained was as precarious as a rope about to break.
As I retreated, I soon reached a dead end. It was a sewer passage that had previously collapsed due to an ax hit.
Was it a judgment that it was necessary to take a little more time? Even though he was cornered, Pikkake did not give in and opened his mouth.
“…I ask for one thing. The man in your hands is my son. Although I have over a hundred sons, he is the one who inherited my abilities the most. Leave it and go away. Then I will save your life.”
“Then let me ask you something too.”
“what?”
“You said your son is over 100. “Do you memorize all the names?”
The ratman’s eyes narrowed. The guy asked.
“…Why are you asking that?”
“Why are you asking?”
Okay!
Dallen tightened his grip a little.
The sensation of something hard breaking in your hand. The head, which was shaking, turns into white and red flakes and falls off.
Dalen grinned as he saw the ratman’s eyes widen and his momentum wavering for a moment.
“Of course it’s a bluff, dude.”
Inside the remains of the passage that collapsed due to an ax throwing. It was at that moment that golden light burst out between the piles of stones.
“This cat-like bird…!”
Kwaaaaang!
The Rat Man’s cries, which he belatedly realized was a trap, were drowned out by the golden explosion and swept away.
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