Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 189
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Sword of the God of War (2)
“…How can you use a weapon in front of me!”
The dragon shouted, spitting out black, dead blood. At those words, Dallon glanced at Lucia’s sword.
A double-edged sword of appropriate width and length. Although it was similar in shape to the one he usually carried, the vivid wave pattern engraved along the pure white surface of the sword seemed to speak of the extraordinary nature of this sword.
“It’s a holy sword. The third holy sword. Reredonatel.”
“yes. The manager told me never to use it or take it out on a regular basis. “Just…”
“Just?”
Lucia continued speaking with a slightly red face.
“When the person who is most precious to you is in desperate danger, God’s gift will save him from death…”
Lucia gave a half-hearted reply and raised the tip of her sword to keep the two demons in check.
Dallen took off his worn-out jacket and bandaged the wound on his side, reflecting on her words.
‘As expected, a guide. Did you foresee this moment from the distant past?’
Edgar Reinhardt, leader of the Holy Knights, could see the future.
Apart from the future that he has achieved with his own abilities, he is able to see the scenes shown to him by the God of War with his eyes, which are out of focus.
How far does the power and vision of a transcendent person who reached the sixth level even after losing one arm and both eyes extend?
While those thoughts were flowing, Dallon looked at the flaming holy sword, pointing at the Great Devil.
The holy sword that the leader had prepared was a perfect combination with the abilities of the areas that Lucia had opened up, and it also had the most necessary ability in this fight against the dragon.
‘Holy sword Reredonatel. Although I do not have the divine power to summon lightning or anything, I do not allow any interference or interference as far as the concept of wielding a sword is concerned. Plus…’
I could handle the essence of the secret sword left behind by Reredonara.
Reredonara, a hero who was an outstanding warrior and magician, and at the same time made significant contributions to the Holy Knights.
Even in the game, it is expressed as a legend in the setting, but its legacy remained in various forms throughout the continent.
The skills Dallen recovered from the corpse were such a legacy, and the sword said to have been given directly by the God of War was the same.
That holy sword was the sword that Reredonara used throughout her life, and as such, it was a powerful keepsake that contained the essence of the secret sword she created.
“According to the literature of the Knights, the third holy sword is said to be the medium through which the God of War bestowed the enlightenment of the secret sword to Reredonara.”
The old man who landed next to the two, creating golden ripples in the air, spoke.
Dallen looked at Felber. The old man’s complexion was slightly pale, but the golden glow in his eyes was still vivid.
“You were also knowledgeable about the Holy Knights, old man?”
“Didn’t you stay at the headquarters for a while for research? As you get older, the knowledge you accumulate through listening increases. “The warm-looking old man in the closet is quite an appropriate person to talk about various things.”
“Right. “What about the walls?”
“Our hot-blooded colleagues are handling it very well. “It seemed like I had nothing to do with it.”
Felber laughed. He continued, pointing to Dallen’s side.
“So there’s nothing to do about it on your own. Even if you are a hero who will save the world, you cannot fight alone.”
Elle. Memento Cassibolg.
The smiling old man quietly recited a spell.
Paaaaat…!
A gentle golden wave flows out and wets the wound. The function of the dragon blood was restored, and boiling steam spewed out from the torn muscles and skin.
It literally takes a blink of an eye for the bleeding to stop and the wound to heal without a single scar.
“…I still can’t touch your timeline. “I don’t know who holds your fate.”
“Then how did you do this?”
“You only touched the curse that penetrated your body. “It is a powerful curse, but from the perspective of dealing with timelines, a stiff object is easier to handle than the dynamics of life.”
“…As expected, the old man is an order-maker.”
“huh? “What are you talking about?”
Felber tilted his head. Dallon laughed without answering.
“…is that the wizard on the castle wall?”
At that time, Yongin spoke in a boiling voice. Dallen turned to him.
Perhaps because some time had passed, the wound of the man who had been pierced by the holy sword had seemingly healed to some extent.
The scales did not grow back, but the blood hardened and formed a scab.
Of course, seeing as his expression was momentarily contorted in pain, it was clear that his insides were still in shambles.
That’s because Lucia’s power, combined with the white flame of the Danma and the Holy Sword, was fatal to the Great Devil’s regenerative power.
“What will you do, Lord Taalmad?”
The armor that was holding the dragon’s spear in check asked. Yongin gritted his teeth and answered.
“…Aim only for Paladins. Even if we were to deal with the timeline, it would be a mess. “If we just kill that bitch, we won’t lose.”
“I understand.”
Dallen scratched his chin. These guys are funny. Who did that?
He took a slow breath. My whole body never felt as energetic as before.
A body almost pushed to its limit. Stamina and magic power nearing the bottom.
Nevertheless, there was still some energy left. Although it couldn’t be as aggressive as before, it was just enough to serve as a shield to protect the knights’ sharpest sword.
“Lucia. Don’t think anything, just aim for their hearts. “I will take care of the defense.”
“I will join you too. “Originally, earth-based spells are optimized for defense.”
As Felber quickly made the hand sign, golden ripples began to ripple beneath his feet.
Dallen also relaxed his shoulders. At his will, the gray earth and the dark clouds above cried again.
“…God of war.”
The moment when white holy light flashed from the paladin’s body and the power of the two great devils stirred.
━━━━!!
On top of the ruins of the collapsed sky fortress.
Two great demons and three transcendents collided.
***
Yongin was the one who ran first.
[Kaaaa!!]
A new type of guy that elongates and surges with a thunderous roar that echoes through the ruins.
“Elle – Daltadum!”
Coo coo coo coo!!
The moment Felber chanted the spell, a huge mound rising through the ruins blocked the path.
As the owner of the Elgaia Magic Tower, it is a mound of thickness and weight comparable to the walls of any fortress.
“Kaaaa!”
However, with one light gesture from Yongin along with his roar, Todun was shattered like a sand castle in front of the waves.
Of course, that wasn’t the end.
Chojajajajag –
Hundreds of root vines grow between the piles of dirt flying in all directions from the shattered soil, blocking Yongin’s path.
A combination of the two spells ‘Rapid Germination’ and ‘Living Root’ that I learned from the introduction to planting magic I received from Philopon.
Dallen and Felber have been fighting together for several months and understand each other’s abilities better than anyone else.
The cooperation between two magicians who have entered the 5th level reaches the point where even the remnants of a spell can be used as a catalyst for another spell.
“Such a trick!”
Yongin stretched out his hand towards the root vine that blocked his eyes. At that moment, the vine’s skin split open and sparks spewed out.
「Ignite fire」
「Seongryyuok(Seongryyuok)」
The grille of the sacred fire that suddenly surrounds Yongin and burns.
What penetrated through the gap in the bars was a ray of foreign presence.
────Boo!
It pierces the heart and escapes.
The fast-moving trajectory of the holy sword could not be avoided or blocked.
“Kwaaaa!!”
Yongin, screaming in pain, grabs the bars with his clumsy hands.
Ujijijijik!
The moment he tore the bars of the prison, ignoring the burning scales, a dark figure appeared in the high sky.
“Lord Taalmad!”
“Kill the Paladin Kyahak!”
What appeared in the sky was dark-colored armor. A massive new type falling with dark clouds on its back.
Even though a colleague is injured, he does not go to help.
It was judged that it was right to neutralize the opponent’s only means of attack during such a time.
“I am the key to Hell’s arsenal—!”
Easy profit!!
The moment his will was revealed, the space around him shook and hundreds of spear swords suddenly appeared and started pouring down like rain.
Each weapon was forged in a hellish forge.
If they had been released into this world, they were such vicious weapons that warlocks would have risked their lives to seek them out.
“Old man!”
He shouts as he pulls up the thunderbolt in his hand. Before he could speak, Felber had already signed the hand.
“Elle. Memento Cassibolg.”
A golden dome is built based on the concentric circles in which the golden light shimmers beneath the feet, and the concentric circles spread out.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo!
Hundreds of weapons hit the golden dome. The moment the bizarre-looking weapons crossed the border, they were captivated by golden magic.
It’s so scary-!!
Blazing hellfire. A stream of blood-red magic licking the space.
Thousands of vengeful spirits in arms howl and envelop the area with an eerie chill.
As if he would shake off the golden magic that had enveloped him at any moment and lust for the blood and flesh of his target.
[Elle. Memento Kasibolg—!]
The chant, once again shaken off with all its might, turns those evil wills to nothing.
A golden dome explodes outward with a loud cracking sound.
The will of the weapons of hell and the power to turn back time collide, canceling each other out and scattering in a simple explosion of power.
Hundreds of spear knives flying in all directions. The attack and defense continued as the ink-colored armor came down through them.
Let’s go!
A stem of thunderbolt thrown out. While dodging and receiving, the holy sword pierces my heart like a beam of light.
Yongin, who was right in front of us, and Dallon, wearing flame armor, exchanged more than a hundred punches in an instant.
The golden light nullifies the curse of the dragon lance that took advantage of that gap and cut into his back.
Kkwareung─ Kugwagwagwa…!!
Every time the five seals intersect, the hill sinks and the earth and sand rise up into waves.
Considering the scale of destruction, it is a battlefield more intense than the battlefield in front of the castle walls where tens of thousands of armies clash.
As time goes by, penetrating wounds with white flames are accumulating on the bodies of the two archdemons, and their fatigue and wounds are also increasing exponentially.
Even though they are monsters that transcend humanity, it is impossible to fight them forever.
The direction of the fight was approaching its end in a desperate struggle in which each other was eating away at each other’s transcendence.
Cry!
Daelon pulled out a bolt of lightning from the sky and struck his armor, then stepped back and said.
“Old man. “Please buy me some time.”
A moment between intense battles. No answer means acceptance.
Felber stepped forward and deployed the golden curtain with all his might, and at the same time, Dallen’s consciousness opened his eyes and looked down on the battlefield.
「Dream Chase」
「Full White Map」 A battlefield
in black and white shades visible at a glance.
Due to the activities of the Holy Knights and High Orcs, most of the demons fell, and only tens of thousands of demons remained.
Dalen’s gaze, looking down at the battlefield, scanned the area around the fierce castle walls.
What I’m looking for are the gray corpses that pop up in the notification window.
It was a legacy from the last episode scattered throughout the battlefield.
[Found the body of a bound necromancer.]
[Found the body of a senior knight of the Silver Helmet Knights.]
[Found the body of a priest impaled on the tip of a devil’s spear.]
[The body of the craftsman who caused the collapsing castle wall. …]
[The wizard could not withstand the torture…]
In total, there were nearly ten corpses.
In addition to being killed by the two great demons, the seeds of possibility scattered on the battlefield were significant.
「Chilnyeondapsan(七聯踏散)」
「Hoemyeong(回冥)」
Squeeze out your worn-out concentration and spread the new form in all directions.
Each new model is a shadow and a reality at the same time.
It is not an illusion using some kind of magic, but an alter ego that projects an aspect of the original by combing through space.
The six enlarged bodies sweep the battlefield, turning away from the gray shadows, and retrieve the possibilities scattered throughout.
[The body of the bound necromancer was recovered.]
[Inheritance reward: Intelligence +1 Magic +1]
Both sides were already exhausted. You never know when and in which direction the tight balance you are maintaining with all your might will break.
[The body of the senior knight of the Silver Helmet Knights has been recovered.]
[Inheritance reward: Strength +1 Prowess +1 Scylla’s Silver Full Armor]
Therefore, from the possibilities that have not yet been reached, the spark of an offensive that will determine the final direction is ignited.
[The body of the priest impaled on the tip of the devil’s spear was recovered.]
[Succession reward: Intelligence +1 Prayer of Healing (D)]
[The body of the craftsman who caused the collapsing castle wall…]
[Succession reward: Prowess +1 ….]
[The wizard who could not withstand the torture…]
[Inheritance reward: ….]
If all of the body’s power has already been consumed, the solution is surprisingly simple.
All you have to do is bring in new power from outside.
[The body of the nameless soldier who became the devil’s lunchbox was recovered.]
[Inheritance reward: Strength +1]
The moment Dallen, who had recovered the last body in the vast battlefield, opened his eyes with half-heartedness and looked ahead.
Wow!
“Kuhuh…!”
The golden curtain finally broke under the onslaught of the two great devils, and Felber, hit by the headwind, flew into the air.
“Cough! “Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
A domain power that was cast without any hesitation. The aftermath of the magic being destroyed.
Dark red blood flows out in a rough coughing sound. The brown beard was already full of dead blood.
“Lord Tower!”
Lucia, who was concentrating on controlling the holy sword, hurriedly approached him and began to heal him with divine power.
Dallen took a slow breath and walked past them.
[Elder Lucia. Thank you.]
The voice is loud and resounds.
Cooung.
The steps become forward and hit the ground.
The body and mind were heightened to the limit with the abilities accumulated in an instant while recovering ten corpses.
It was like the feeling of exhaustion you feel at some point after suffering from a high fever, or the feeling of liberation as if you had put down a heavy burden that you had been carrying on your back for several hours.
[Phew.]
The heat distorts the air with a small sigh. The shadow of a dark red flame peeks through the breath.
Even the weight of air was light.
No, more accurately, it was closer to the fact that I realized later that it was heavy in the first place.
Of course, since I have already exhausted my stamina to the limit, this feeling of exhilaration will probably not last long.
Nevertheless.
[I will finish the rest.]
That was enough to provide experience points for the two tattered devils.
「Gray White Projection」
In the refreshing exhilaration, Dallan’s new form suddenly becomes blurred.
「Two eight things」
───Blah blah blah!
The next moment, without even having time to groan, twenty-eight marks were engraved on the plates of the ink-colored armor.