Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 177
Royal Capital Ekhlahim (5)
The dust obscured the view. The golden explosion causes the walls and ceiling to collapse, releasing a musty stench that has accumulated over hundreds of years.
Dallen stood still in the cloud of dust, holding the ax he had retrieved.
In an enclosed space with no wind, smoke does not disperse easily. If the assassin was aiming for a counterattack, now was the best time.
Hissing –
as if responding to that expectation, a dagger extends from the square at the back left, aiming for the leash.
Shoo!
As soon as I twist my back to avoid it, a long skewer stabs me along the path, as if I had predicted it.
Kagak!
Stop them by hanging an ax on a skewer. At that moment, several memorized words flew through the smoke screen.
Pipiping—!
Thin memorization targeting the legs, arms and shoulders.
As expected, they seemed to have predicted that he would move in advance and were only targeting areas and directions that would be difficult to deal with.
‘…is it foresight?’
Quang!
When I hit the ground with my foot, a pile of stones bounces up and sweeps away the memory. I felt a startling presence behind the smoke screen, but it only lasted for a moment.
Attacks that go beyond the concept of fighting and predict the future in a split second.
If you block an attack, if you dodge it, it reads your next move as soon as you dodge, and then a memorization or dagger or something like that comes flying at you.
“This is a bit surprising. “I didn’t know they would bring in the entire faction.”
In the middle of an offensive that would turn even a decent superhuman into a beehive in an instant.
With the dust swirling around, Dallon muttered as he shed and kicked away all the attacks.
“You were bluffing as if you cared for your son very much, but were you planning on killing all of your children?”
“…!”
A hint of nervousness can be felt beyond the smokescreen at that leisurely remark.
Dallen twisted the wrist holding the poison dagger and raised the corners of his mouth in pride.
Pikkake Skymas, a senior officer of the Dark Woldan.
Dallen knew quite a few things about him, who ruled one of the six factions.
He rose to that position thanks to his high-level martial arts skills and foresight flowing in his blood, and his children, who inherited his blood, also have the same abilities.
Of course, that foresight was not at the prophecy level like that of the white-eyed seer.
Even the most powerful Pikkake himself could see into the future for a little over a second at most.
However, in battles between superhumans where victory or defeat is decided in a hundredth of a second, the variable called foresight plays a fatal role.
Anyway, he is the one who achieved one of the factions with his blood talent alone. Who would have thought that a guy like that would come with all his might.
“Don’t worry. I won’t just send my children away. There is no graveyard more suitable for rats than the sewers of a big city. “Today will be the day when a faction of the Dark Moon Order disappears.”
[…You idiots! Are you going to let that guy talk about his mouth being open? Don’t be scared. This is a city where hundreds of thousands of people live, and underground bastards cannot use the territory!]
Has anger finally exploded due to the constant provocation?
The roar of Pikkake, supported by evil, echoed through the passage of the sewer.
‘bingo.’
And Dallon laughed wickedly.
No matter how great the power of the relic weapon is, there is no way that a high-ranking executive of the Dark Moon Team can be affected by just one explosion.
Therefore, the reason his presence disappeared after the explosion was not because he was dead.
It’s just that he took advantage of the shock and aftermath of the explosion to hide and then maintained thorough hiding so that he could not be easily detected even with Dallen’s senses and unique skills.
However, once you spit out your allegiance, you cannot avoid being chased by Gray Baekjeondo.
“Were you there?”
The location of Pikkake on the black-and-white map in my head quickly came to mind.
[Kill that bastard!]
The bastard, who intuitively realized that his location had been discovered, cried out in a panic.
It was at the same time that Dallen took a step and dozens of blades broke through the smoke screen.
Wedge-!
Deadly poison dart. Serrated dagger. Memorization like a thin needle. A sharp lead bullet fired without a sound.
The combined attack of the assassins, who were blinded by a smoke screen, was threatening even to a superhuman with each attack reaching his own territory.
It is not because the power of each one is strong. Rather, it is a threat that arises from the fact that all trajectories and diagonal lines are thoroughly predicted and moved.
However, to put it another way, this is not an elaborately planned battle of numbers, but rather an attack that relies on foresight and spontaneously exploits revealed gaps.
It was an attack that Dallen had no reason to suffer from, as he had lost his sixth sense and hundreds of numbers during his fight with the transcendentals.
Sigh –
the moment I took a breath.
In an extremely accelerated consciousness, one can analyze the opponent’s attacks with just a few attacks.
The priority of response is determined according to the power, direction, speed, and target point of each attack.
Shrrrrrrrrrr!
The moment I capture the entire trajectory in my head, a whirlwind winds around my arms and legs.
「Magic Armor: Hakupungap (伯風甲)」
「Hot Wind(裂風)」
Kwa-ja-ja-ja-ja-!
It was like an elaborate dance move.
A sight of dozens of whirlwinds squeezing in between attacks, going beyond blocking, and intercepting them and using them as their own.
Phew!
Yikes!
The deep javelin pierced the comrade’s chest like flowing water.
Bub bub bub!
Snap! Wow!
The daggers and weapons flying in from all directions pass by the target as if grazing, and land on the rat people’s skin.
Strike off the edge of the dagger with the back of your hand. Lightly stick your toe into the mouth where its fangs are exposed.
He turned his head slightly to avoid the lead bullet fired at his temple, and at the same time he snapped his finger, the direction of the lead bullet was bent and landed in the face of another rat man.
It is an art that causes several branches of wind to move with a single light hand movement, snatching away all attacks and returning them in the opposite direction.
To others, it is nothing short of a miracle in itself.
From Dallen’s point of view, having dealt with the Transcendant who was attacking with eight clones in the gray land, it was just an offensive that made him yawn.
“Kyaaaaaaa!”
“Jiik! “Kek!”
“Get back! “Go away!”
In an instant, a third of the dozens of assassins fell, and only then did they come to their senses and widen the distance in a panic.
The clouds of dust that had risen had all dissipated, and instead the sewer was filled with the fishy scent of blood rising from the fallen rat people.
Dallen slightly relaxed his shoulders and said.
“Now is it my car?”
And the next moment.
「Grouse」
is awesome!
Streaks of blue electricity covered the entire sewer passage.
***
The cries of rats echo through the old sewer.
It wasn’t that strange since it wasn’t for a day or two that the sewers of a big city became a breeding ground for sewage rats.
However, what is different from usual is that the rats’ cries are a little closer to human voices.
And in between, the sound of the walls and ceiling collapsing could be heard mixed together.
Quagwang! Gurgling –
The sewer ceiling collapses, and a blue flash of light extends through it.
The flash of light that illuminated the passage accompanied by a thunder tore three of the rat men apart and severed the waist of the fourth.
with a plop! with a plop!
Corpses submerged in a flowing river of sewage.
Since it was one of the deepest sewers, a lot of sewage collected there, making the water deep.
Ta-da-da-da-
Dallen ran, stepping on the water like it was the ground.
After driving the Dark Moon members to near annihilation with a grouse, he was chasing after the fleeing Pikkake.
Looking at Pikkake’s escape route clearly drawn on the map in my head, it seemed like I could grab him by the scruff of the neck with just a couple of turns.
[Stop it! Stop it!]
The moment I turned a corner, Pikkake’s roar echoed through the passage.
The rat people who had been running away just now closed their eyes and started running at that one word.
Jeez!
Squeak! Squeak!
The fear that dominated my mind was blown away, and the rat people rushed towards me with their pitch-black eyes shining with madness and murderous intent.
It was the effect of education and training that bordered on brainwashing carried out during the training of Amwoldan members.
“Tsk.”
Even though it didn’t pose any threat, it was a bit irritating from the hunter’s point of view.
In any case, he must finish recovering the body as quickly as possible and prepare for the invasion of demons. There was no benefit in wasting time just to catch one assassin.
The good news is that his escape direction is heading towards the location where Dallon went to retrieve the last body.
Deep in the sewer. A branch and hideout established by the Amwoldan in Eklahim.
It seemed like he was planning to have his final battle there.
Yikes!
A rat man hanging from the ceiling pounces on his head. His physique was far above average and was comparable to that of a high orc.
Dallen lightly twitched his hand. Then, a hatchet flew out from the back passage and hit the rat man between the eyes.
with a splash!
Kyaaaaaaa!
Even after falling into the water with an ax stuck in his head, the ratman uses his muscular limbs to attack Dallen’s back.
With one more flick of his hand, a golden explosion erupted from between his eyes and shattered the massive body.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
It’s not that difficult to calculate the accumulated distance with each throw and use the artifact’s abilities at the right time.
As numerous corpses are recovered and the abilities one possesses become more diversified, the aspects of each battle become more focused on designing the game plan and continuing the battle of numbers.
Transcendents are powerful people who have not only achieved territory but can also impose their world on reality.
These are people who cannot be defeated simply by showing off their strength.
No, they were beings who could only win by using even that kind of pride in their power as part of psychological warfare and numbers.
Cheeeeeee!
Kwasik!
He loses his senses and deals with the rushing rat people one by one, chasing after Pikkake and continuously descending deeper into the sewer.
The chase continued past a section overflowing with sewage and into a closed section of the sewer system that is no longer being used, let alone maintained.
Abandoned passageways that were built hundreds of years ago and have been neglected, with even the sewage water drying out.
At the end, what blocked Dallen’s eyes was a huge iron gate.
Quaaaang!
Break down the iron door with one swing of the axe. What unfolded before my eyes was a huge hall.
The ceiling is embossed with intricately shaped paintings among magic stones that emit a soft light. Thick stone pillars supporting the ceiling.
Old but unfaded metal statues were lined up next to each pillar, and a wide hexagonal table was placed on the stairs leading from the end.
“Hehe…you followed along well, warrior. “This is the grave of the Dark Moon Order that has been passed down from ancient times… It is a tomb fit for a warrior like you.”
Pickake Skymas was on the hexagonal table.
Even though he was out of breath as if he was tired, a triumphant smile appeared on his face.
It let out a meaningful squeak and stepped on the jewel in the middle of the table with its ratty paw.
And after a while, the magic stone that was shining on the ceiling of the hall lost its light for an instant.
Pod –
An underground hall that suddenly became a place of darkness.
Gigikigeek… Cooung!
Some mechanism started working in the ceiling, and then something huge fell to the floor of the hall.
The life of the object could be vividly felt even beyond the pitch-black darkness.
Deep breathing. The stench of old fur.
Because the growling coming from the throat and the warmth of the animal pushing away the cold air touched my skin.
“One of the guardians of the Dark Moon Order that has come down from ancient times. A pet animal raised by the first finger of the Dark Woldan and a monster that ate the transcendent of that era. Hehe…you alone will be enough to satisfy hundreds of years of hunger.”
Pikkake laughed evilly behind the beast on the other side of the hall.
At the same time, ten pairs of pumpkin-sized red eyes flashed, leaping through the darkness to glare at the prey in front of them.
Dallen did not meet that gaze. All I could do was look at the letters emerging from the darkness a little above me.
[The corpse of the betrayed rider of the evil spirit was found.]
Memories suddenly flooded beyond the monitor in the notification window with just a few words. Scenes where the entire world was burned under the banner of the evil god Enaxagus.
But now is not the time for speculation. Putting aside his thoughts, Dallon put the ax in his belt and drew his sword.
And while trying to raise the sword, he paused for a moment and said.
“Oh, I almost forgot to say hello. thanks.”
“…what?”
The pickake in the dark asked as if to say something. Dallen chuckled.
“I’ve been wondering for days how to retrieve it. Since I can’t break the seal, I was wondering if I should destroy the entire ceiling, but thanks to you, my problem was solved.”
Even if you send it, you have to say hello.