Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 190

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King of the Palace of Destruction (1)

The state of a transcendental person who can open the realm.

Despite hundreds of failures beyond the monitor, the number of characters who have reached it is less than ten.

At best, the amount of time spent on each character who has reached such a transcendent position is more than a hundred or dozens of hours.

That’s how much time I spent behind the monitor. From the perspective of a person who actually lived on this land, it must have been several decades.

“Kaaaaaaak!”

In an instant, the dark-colored armor, which had become crumpled here and there and resembled a rag, screamed in pain and retreated.

Dallen slowly clenched his hands in his seat. The feel of the wind blowing between your fingers. It was fresh.

“This is what it feels like.”

Even for the same amount of time on the same day, the intensity of use varies greatly from person to person.

The decades spent by a hero going through difficult times may have the same weight as the tens of thousands of years spent by a criminal.

The essence of the image created through that enormous amount of patience. In the first place, it would be absurd for Dallen to go beyond that extreme level of enlightenment.

nevertheless.

‘Status window.’

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Name: Dallon

Level: 37

[Strength: 55] [Skill: 48] [Stamina: 43]

[Sense: 42] [Intelligence: 43] [Magic Power: 45]

Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leaping (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Blade (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Bolt (D) Signet of the Curse (D) Rere Dao’s Secret Sword (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to the Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (D) Living Root ( D) Rapid Germination (D) Lulia’s Spring (C) Soul Exploitation (B) Healing Prayer (D) Skadi’s Tidal Wave (B)

*Unique Skill (15)

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Already exceeding human limitations His abilities, which have surpassed him so far that he is practically a demi-god, made it possible.

“I can’t read the authority. “I could read it just a little while ago… but are you hiding your power?”

“well.”

“no. That can’t be possible. Such perfect camouflage is impossible. How on earth did you do that, risking your own life? Why?”

The eye glow between the chaotically shaking helmets.

Dallen chuckled and walked forward.

The weight of decades accumulated by a hero. In general, it may be impossible to fully handle the process and density.

However, Dallen’s potential, expressed in his abilities, was far outside the normal range.

Going one step further, the results of the imagery transmitted directly from the Transcendent Himself were spread out in his area.

‘At this point, imitation isn’t that difficult.’

I gather my thoughts and take a step forward.

and.

「Returning」

「Eight Yeondapsan(八聯踏散)」

Gray shadows swayed and Dallon’s body became blurred.

Jjijijijijijik-!

The space is torn apart and Dallen’s figure disappears as if evaporating.

The next moment, Dallon’s new type occupied all eight directions on the front, back, left, and right sides of the armor. Each attack is launched and only targets vital points in all eight directions.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

“Kaaaaagh!”

Dozens of shock waves explode around the armor, and black energy leaks out from the deformed and torn plate.

“Lord Taalmad…!”

With a premonition of approaching death, he desperately stabs his spear and calls out to his comrades.

Dallen just watched the extending spear and grabbed it. A spear stand that stands tall.

“Wha…gagging!”

Quang!

The armor, with its chest plate completely distorted, bounced far away, and Dallon, who had snatched the dragon lance, spun it around in his hand.

“Get lost!”

At the same time, Yongin’s new type, which ran forward after receiving the armor’s call, was just around the corner. Because the spear of the ink-colored armor was stolen, the limbs began to suddenly become heavy due to the power of the Dragon Man.

‘Red spear.’

But Dallon did not let go of the spear. The moment before the collision. In the ever-increasing sense of time.

[…Yes.]

Dallon called to the ancient dragon beyond the image, and the dragon sitting on the cliff of the snowy mountain rose.

[If your body’s abilities have improved to this extent, you should be able to do it for a while without losing control of your heart.] As soon as the

dragon lets go, new vitality flows into his tired muscles.

The density of power that seemed to burn the blood vessels resisted the power of the Great Devil.

[I’ll show you once, so remember it carefully. I will teach you as best as I can to suit your fighting style.]

And with a soft whisper ringing in my ears, control of my limbs was transferred to someone else.

***

Jeopuk.

The sound of footsteps that seemed like an illusion.

Appearing with him was Inyoung, whom he had not seen for quite some time.

A muted uniform that flutters in a slightly blurry shape. Black hair mixed with red.

In a scene where time seemed to pass slowly, Jeokchang only slightly turned his head and looked at Dallen.

His eyes, sparkling in two colors, smiled mischievously on his pure white face with a hint of red. She said.

[My heart is beating pretty fast. Couldn’t you hide your joy at seeing my image after such a long time?]

Boom. thud. thud. thud.

My heart is pounding. Dallen let out a laugh.

Jeokchang is one of the strongest true dragons before and after history.

Even if it is a dragon heart made from the heart of a true dragon, it is impossible to handle its power without shaking.

‘You’re saying that by forcing your heart to beat. Where did you get the ax disease from?’

[Axe…what? What did you say?]

‘I’m talking about my hometown, so don’t worry about it. And I’m sorry, but I own it now.’

[Tsk. It’s old-fashioned. It doesn’t matter.]

The woman with wrinkled brows approached and raised her toes. A face getting closer. light touch.

It was impossible to resist as the limbs had already taken control. Jeokchang, with a satisfied expression, whispered lowly.

[Let anyone have your human side, whether that child or a witch. I will take your dragon aspect. Aren’t we already one anyway?]

‘…That’s enough bullshit, just look ahead.’

[I understand. I don’t have time, so learn it well.]

You say you don’t have time, but you often talk nonsense. While I was shaking my head in bewilderment, the hand holding the spear moved alone.

The sense of time speeding up again.

The hand holding the spear is simply stretched forward.

Fit━

Yongin’s fingernails and the tip of the spear meet, and the two new types intersect with a light noise.

Jeok-gugugugugu!

A large crack appeared in the ground along the trajectory of the spear. The ground was cracked deep into the underground bedrock, as if there had been an earthquake.

When I looked back, Yongin was staggering around, holding his opposite shoulder with his left hand.

The man’s right arm was missing two fingers and a handful of shoulder flesh.

“Red spear! “Why do you give power to mortals…are you not afraid of the Dragon God’s disposition?”

[That’s funny. What more can a person who has lost even his name be afraid of?]

Yong-in cries out and vomits blood, and Jeok-chang snorts through Dallan’s mouth.

Despite being a dragon and a devil, Taalmad’s body was not regenerating properly.

A spear containing the curse of a dragon slayer and a dark red flame burning above it.

This is probably because it is the worst compatibility for someone with dragon blood.

“…Shit!”

Realizing his disadvantage, Yongin spread his wings and flew up. It seemed like an intention to waste time.

[By the way, it’s a fairy spear technique… Your body knows quite a few interesting techniques.]

However, you couldn’t escape the old dragon’s hand with just your wings.

Sugagak—

steps in the air. Dallen’s arms and legs draw elegant arcs along the ripples that appear in the air.

The trajectory of the spear, held alternately in both arms, embroiders the air in dark red. Following the traces, countless flower buds bloomed and disappeared.

Before Yongin could react, the trajectory passed by him and blossomed.

「Jeokhwajuran(赤華株亂)」

The hard scales melt without resistance.

The heat that cut through the tough leather embroidered red flowers all over Yongin’s body.

The skill ‘Hwayoung Spear’ originally came from the far-off East and was recovered from a corpse.

Jeokchang was transformed into a completely different level by digesting the extreme meaning of spearing that originated from the consciousness of fairies.

Spapapapod─

There was no excessive noise or shock while creating a feast of flowers.

The air-tearing force is buried in the elegant dance moves, and even the aftermath of the collision melts away in the heat of the dark red flames.

“Taalmad go… keke!”

The great devil gathered up his distorted armor and flew into the sky. The tip of a spear that gently splits even the body of Tur Aradun, who has been refined in hellfire for over a thousand years.

In less than a few minutes, the dragon with his ink-colored armor split in half and his heart pierced fell to the ground.

They are nothing more than the incarnation of the great devil whose power has already been consumed for a long time. There was no reason to take a long time.

[This is enough. If you continue further, it will become difficult to regain control of your body.]

Jeokchang said. Dallen nodded.

Of course, the fact that Red Spear is at the forefront like it is now is a powerful hidden move, but we must not overlook the risk that Dragon Heart may be overcome by its power.

Dallen went down to the ground and placed his hands on the four ashen corpses next to the dragon’s body.

[The body of an archer chewed up by a dragon was recovered.]

[Inheritance reward: Prowess +2 Fairy’s Wooden Bow]

[The corpse of a mercenary was recovered.]

[Inheritance reward: Stamina +1]

[The paladin buried in the Sisan Blood Sea. The bodies were recovered…]

[The heir of the red spell…]

By recovering the four corpses, I gained ability points, a treasured sword, an elven bow, and a new flame-type skill.

It’s a nice reward in its own way for something you get from defeating one enemy. Dallen turned his attention to the one remaining corpse.

[The corpse of the archmage who was called to the Sky Fortress]

– This is the corpse of the lightning magician who resisted destruction. He rose to the level of an archmage at a young age through numerous feats, and although he was called to the Sky Fortress, he did not respond and instead fought destruction alone across the continent. In the end, he attacked Xun’s Palace of Destruction and succeeded in annihilating Xun, whose power had weakened due to internal strife between the evil gods, but due to injuries sustained in the process, he was unable to resist the pursuit of Tur Aradun, an archdemon loyal to his master, and died.

‘I guess I can retrieve that later.’

An archmage who was called to the Sky Fortress.

That lightning magician was one of only two successful attempts to destroy the evil spirit.

The end of the mid to late game, when a lot of know-how and strategies were being sorted out.

In order to test how far he could develop into a standard wizard character, Dallen invested dozens of hours in pre-planning and thoroughly prepared to develop a character.

The lightning magician created as a result is a being strong enough to be counted among the three in all episodes.

‘If the same phenomenon occurs during the gray projection… there really is no answer this time.’

The fight against the gray fighter was never easy.

Even though he could have easily defeated him simply based on his abilities, the years he had built up and the resulting mental image were deeper and broader than he thought.

The fight between transcendents is not decided solely by the superiority or inferiority of their abilities.

Reaching the position of a transcendent means that one has the potential to go far beyond criminals.

If the gray warrior who only crumpled Xun’s armor was like that, then what about this lightning magician who entered the Palace of Destruction and struck Xun?

No matter how weakened it may be due to internal strife between evil spirits, annihilating one evil spirit is something that no transcendental person can easily accomplish.

‘Unlike Dalver, who has lived with stone-headed orcs for decades, it seems like a normal spellcaster would still be able to communicate… No, it would be more likely that they would not be able to communicate.’

Dallen, who was considering the few remaining possibilities, shook his head.

He is an order maker and no one else.

There is no way common sense conversation would work in any sense.

On the side of the castle wall, the fight is not over yet. First of all, it was right to take Felber and Lucia into the castle and finish the remaining battle.

With that thought in mind, I turned towards the south where the two people were.

[okay. You passed my test well.]

The air was frozen.

[Applause.]

Let’s go.

Small footsteps.

Behind your back. It was north.

Lucia, who was treating Felber, turned around and Felber also slowly raised his head.

The frozen sky screamed. This was because the pitch-black dark clouds, which seemed to be pushing away little by little, began to push in and disappear.

[Huh─]

The sound of laughter tickling the back of my neck. The owner of the voice whispered.

[sorry. I was going to wait… but it looked so fun that I couldn’t control it.]

“…….”

[Instead, I’ll make a battlefield just for the two of us. Forget everything else, just the two of us.]

As soon as the words ended, an evil energy covered the battlefield. The next moment, an army of tens of thousands of monsters turned into a handful of blood.

Two collapsed castle walls and dark red blood flowing like a flood over the streets.

At the scene of the brutal slaughter that took place in an instant, everyone on the castle wall looked blankly as if they could not believe the scene before their eyes.

[If we do this, there is no need to exert any more effort. Isn’t that right?]

Dallon slowly turned around.

[okay. Now you can look here.]

It was a distorted dark red shape.

[It seems like the well in Yeokcheon was hit. So I’m so happy.]

The only two clear eyes, the vivid color of blood drops, drew an arc.

[The protagonist of the prophecy… A being who is a collection of all the possibilities squeezed out by the well… I can fight you first… rather than the other four idiots. Hehe.] The

evil god laughed.

It was wickedly pure joy.