Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 179

179

Eclahim Defense (1)

Kugwagagagagak!

A simple sword strike from top to bottom.

The floor of the hall crumbles like dried tofu at those monotonous lines.

“Khaaaak!”

Pikkake, who received a warning from his foresight, managed to avoid it.

Couldn’t avoid it completely. Because my left arm was completely cut off starting from the shoulder.

“Why why…this can’t be…”

The rat man’s face was filled with astonishment. The tip of the sword draws an arc once more.

This time too, Pikkake used his foresight to jump and avoid the attack. As a result, instead of cutting off the waist, the lower two thighs disappeared.

“How many scenes in this realm… How could a mere human, not even a god…” He

muttered while lying on his back on the cold stone floor and gurgling blood bubbles.

Dallen looked down at it with a grave gaze and then turned his back. The headless monster collapsed before his eyes.

Good luck! Crack! Wow!

While the dragon of fire and electricity chewed and destroyed the monster’s body, Dallon stared at the corpse that had fallen next to him.

[Corpse of the betrayed rider of the evil god]

– The corpse of the dark knight who destroyed the Tsardom as the rider of the evil god Enaxagus. The rider who led the demonic army that engulfed the continent was notorious for numerous killings and plunders, but after the Siege of Eclahim, he fell into a trap set by an officer of the same group, the Dark Moon Company, and died.

The end of a wicked person is miserable.

As he said, the ashen corpse’s face was very distorted.

The pain of having your entire body being chewed alive by a monster and your stomach melting must be something that cannot be expressed in words.

“……”

That was a fitting end for a warlock who burned down countless villages and cities.

Nevertheless, instead of any exhilaration, what came to Dallen’s mind as he watched the ending was a dull and vague question.

If I hadn’t played the game, what would have happened to this villain who deserved to die?

Did he come down the snow-covered mountain and become the rider of the evil god Enaxagus?

Or would he have continued his life as a hunter in a cabin, earning a living from day to day until the end of the world?

“…Tsk.”

I shake off the unanswerable questions and extend my hand. Anyway, what to do now was decided.

[The corpse of the betrayed rider of the evil spirit has been recovered. The ability is inherited.]

[Inheritance Reward: Strength +1 Magic Power +1 Soul Exploitation (B)]

After recovering the body, Dallon reverse-summoned the dragon and turned his head.

As expected, Pikkake was doing something foolish again in the meantime.

“Enaxacus, I offer you the souls of the three hundred people I personally tortured and killed. “Use your last strength…keaaaa!”

The pitch-black crystal necklace he took out of his pocket vibrates ominously, then breaks with a crash, and a strange power begins to fill the rat-man’s body.

Sigh!

Purple energy pulsating from the severed left arm and two legs.

The tentacle-like shadow extending from the cut surface instantly became the reality of a limb.

The rat man, who had been crawling on the floor just a moment ago, suddenly did a somersault and stood up. The bastard shouted as he took out an old scroll from his chest.

“You arrogant warrior! “I’m stepping down now, but you won’t get a second chance!”

The only intact right hand and left hand reconstructed with a purple shadow.

The rat man viciously grabbed the scroll with both hands and put so much strength into his arms as if he was going to tear it apart at any moment.

Judging by his words and actions, that must be a teleportation scroll.

It is not difficult to guess how many sacrifices must have been offered to the evil spirit to create a stable scroll using magic, which is famous for its extremely high failure rate.

A situation where you are about to lose sight of all the enemies you have captured. But there was no trace of impatience on Dallen’s face.

Instead, he opened his mouth. And he snapped his fingers twice.

“Se- Taros.”

Fast, low chanting.

A technique combined with a simple trigger that involves flicking and grasping the fingertips.

The air in the hall, which had been burning with the heat left behind by the dragon, turned cold, and Pikkake, feeling something strange, tried to tear the scroll apart.

“Huh?”

There are no hands.

One of the two hands holding the scroll had disappeared.

Next were the two legs. The body, which had lost its legs to support itself, fell to the floor.

“Kwaaaak!”

The severed thigh hits the ground with a crashing sound, and a squealing scream from the pain of bones and muscles being crushed echoes through the hall.

Dallen glanced at his clenched right hand. A deep purple energy was pulsating in his grasp.

Those are limbs and vitality obtained by sacrificing three hundred vengeful spirits. It was the power of hell created by grinding the soul.

“…Is this what it feels like?”

Although it had been a while since I acquired the Hell Gate Key skill, it was my first time using black magic properly.

The only experience was indirectly absorbing a vengeful spirit through a blood-red ceremonial dagger, skipping all complicated spell procedures, and twisting the gates of hell.

However, like the secret skill possessed by the evil god’s rider, soul exploitation was not a talent at such a shallow level.

From B-grade skills, it’s a mysterious area. Its ability is completely different from ordinary black magic.

The Soul Exploitation skill was an ability that could freely rob extracted souls, including the souls of living beings, and even the hell magic power obtained from those souls.

This also means that Dallen can unilaterally suppress whatever the opponent is doing as long as the opponent is not a demon or a warlock of a similar level.

“Whoa.”

In any case, the hellish magic writhing in my hand as if it were alive was a very foreign and unpleasant sensation.

Dallen approached Pickake with a frown. An unpleasant thing is an unpleasant thing, and it was right to finish what was being done.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu)]…” hiss. hiss. hiss.

hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. hiss. his his his.

Dallen took out a blood-red dagger from subspace and infused the dagger with the concentrated power in his hand.

“Now wait a minute! “You were a warlock too…!”

“Se glam.”

Damn it!

A crack opened in the air. A gap in space where ominous magical power flickers.

Before the ratman could say anything with his mouth wide open, Dallen’s ax flew in and cut off the man’s head.

“Ugh…!”

As soon as the ratman’s breath stops, a long crack opens and sucks the soul out of his body.

Dallen, who had sent the senior executives of the Dark Moon Team on a direct train to hell, closed the gates of hell with a wave of his hand.

[Hell is vast. It is not uncommon for there to be places where even the control of the five gods does not reach. Since you sent him directly to hell, even Enaxagus will not be able to find his soul.]

Jeokchang muttered softly. Dallen smoothed the handle of his dagger in silence.

The dagger was trembling. A blood-red dagger that seemed to like the power it briefly tasted and oozed a strange energy.

The sound seemed to be tempting me to bring more soul and blood.

Dallen threw the dagger into subspace with an indifferent look in his eyes. The devil screamed after being hit on the back of the head out of nowhere.

[Geuak! Take it!]

[His soul will slowly disappear through eternity of suffering. It is a fitting ending for someone who gains power by sacrificing the souls of others.]

Jeokchang’s voice was somewhat stern. Dallen chuckled.

“Sacrificing someone else’s soul…is that what you’re talking about?”

[That can’t be possible. In the first place, didn’t you punish him for nothing? Power itself is not inherently evil. Although the intention of the person holding it may be evil.]

“…I see.”

[okay. So was the fall of our dragons. Dragons were not of the same type as demons from the beginning. Even if the dragon god hadn’t chosen that path…]

Jeokchang blurts out the end of his sentence. Dallen gave up his interest and took a step forward.

Pikkake’s body was still clutching the teleportation scroll even after death. Dallen carefully retrieved the scroll and searched inside the creature’s arms.

There wasn’t much to be gained. All he needed was some difficult-to-use assassination tools, a little money, and dozens of memorized weapons.

Dallen collected them and carefully placed them together with the scroll into subspace. If nothing else, there were endless ways to use scrolls.

Dallen was able to imitate spatial leaping using the ability he inherited from the gray fighter, but that method also had its own limitations.

Not being able to accompany others, not being able to travel long distances, etc.

I didn’t know that if I studied scrolls, I might be able to find a breakthrough in that limitation.

In addition, in the process, you may be able to identify the destination embedded in the scroll, that is, where the hidden heart of the Dark Woldan is located.

‘There’s a lot to do.’

Unresolved issues are piling up like a mountain, and the work to be done continues to increase.

Dalen created a flame from his fingertips, burning the corpses of the monster and the assassin, and walked out of the hall.

As a result, all the bodies lying dormant in this city were recovered.

Now was the time to prepare for war.

***

Spire of Eclahim Palace.

Dallen rested his body half on the railing, looking down at the street below and stroking his chin.

This place, which overlooks the entire royal capital from the highest point, was a place hidden from the outside through various barriers and concealment techniques.

This was not only because of the strategic advantage of providing a view beyond the castle walls, but also because of the technical functions built into the spire itself.

Dallen’s presence here was also possible because the Tsarina allowed him to enter.

“I heard you don’t like tea.”

When I turned my head at the sound of a familiar voice, I saw the Tsarina holding a tray who had just climbed the steeple stairs.

“I heard that although he is not interested in tea ceremonies, he has a special affection for coffee. There is something special about the drink you drink right before a fight. So I prepared.”

“It looks like the royal special unit is doing a good job. But is it true that you can drink that?”

“You’re surprisingly good at telling jokes. “I didn’t get that impression.”

“…It wasn’t a joke.”

The tray the Tsarina placed on the table was practically an ice sculpture.

Even the coffee and tea that had been boiling just moments ago had thin ice floating on the surface.

“Go ahead and drink it. “You can overcome cold energy with cold energy.”

“There are similar sayings in my hometown, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”

“That’s an interesting sound. “I heard that your hometown is not in the North. Where do you mean?”

The corners of Tsarina’s eyes were bent as if she was interested. Her thin fingers tilted the teacup.

The frozen tea crumbled and flowed into my lips like water. Dallen quietly looked at the strange sight and then turned his head towards the castle wall.

“Did you handle the shadow well?”

“Thanks to.”

“thank god. Anyway, since I have driven out the shadow lurking underground in my city, I will ask you to add additional money to the request fee.”

More gold. Not bad. Even before the world was destroyed, gold had many uses. It’s because I don’t have time to write at all.

“You might be wondering why I was summoned separately when a fight was about to break out. It’s no big deal. I just wanted to chat for a moment. “After this war is over, we may not have a chance to talk again.”

after. A small sigh. The Tsarina put down her empty glass. She slowly rolled up the sleeves of her white robe.

“Hundreds of years ago, Yeokcheon’s well was prophesied through a seer. Sooner or later, this world is destined to reach a closed end. However, by gathering the possibilities of countless timelines, I will choose the being who will destroy the ending.”

“…….”

“Some say that the being is a regressor who is subject to a repeating timeline, and on the contrary, they say that it is a type of seer who foresees the timeline in advance with the power of foresight.”

Tsarina, rolling up her sleeves, came to Dallen’s side. I could clearly feel the coldness flowing from her just by standing next to her.

The cold would have inflicted frostbite on an average person to the point of cutting off flesh in an instant.

However, even that cold could not cool the dragon’s blood writhing under Dallen’s skin.

“I have been watching your movements for several months. It must have been around the time when rumors of a dragon slayer were heard. “Some people may think you are just one of those heroes who appear in difficult times, but your scope is too broad to be just a hero.”

“So you thought I was the main character of the prophecy?”

“that’s right. But I wasn’t sure. Because it was too short a time for that. So I called him out. “I want to be sure.”

“…I’m sure.”

Dallen scratched his chin. He could see dark clouds approaching in the distance beyond the northern wall.

“I don’t think there’s anything I can do to help.”