Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 210

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Blacksmith (2)

Gang…! Kang…!

The sound of a hammer echoing through the valley.

Dallen, who was sitting cross-legged on a wide rock, suddenly turned his head and looked up at the pillar of fire rising high between the peaks of the snowy mountain.

Kugugugu….

The pillar of fire that started beyond the forest cleared away all the snowstorm in the area and burned red.

A pillar of bright red flames skimming the dark clouds that covered the sky like licking cotton candy.

That was a flame rising from the chimney of the ‘Forge Where the Dragon’s Breath Scatters’, the realm of the dragon slayer Dalukahim.

“Can you trust that blacksmith?”

Jeokchang asked as he approached between the trees. A look of slight distrust. Dallen shrugged.

“maybe.”

“I have no doubts about his skills…but it was done. “If you are, it must be something like that.”

“So, did you really let out your breath first?”

“…don’t make fun of me. “I thought it was the same situation as the previous lightning magician, so I ran right over.”

The dragon’s eyes are slightly frowning. She flopped down next to Dallen, who smiled lowly.

By the time she arrived on the other side of the realm, Dalukahim had already declared surrender and the fighting had ended.

Of course, the red spear, which was unaware of this fact, spewed out its breath in the form of its own body, and fortunately the blacksmith was able to block it by sacrificing a shield.

‘Was it a shield that took five hours of playtime to make?’

The only purpose of making it was to block the dragon’s breath.

Since it was enough to turn it into a rag with a single blow, the red spear’s heat ray was definitely something outside of the standard.

“Anyway, it’s a blacksmith shop built with dragon skin and bones… It’s a structure I’ve never heard of before.”

Jeokchang muttered as he looked at the pillar of fire rising beyond the forest.

“The idea is to infuse heat with the power of the dragon’s heart into a furnace made of keel bones. “Was the ancestor of that blacksmith family eaten by some kind of dragon?”

“well.”

Does the character who started in the snowy mountains have a family? However, since that area was eaten by a terrestrial dragon after it was created, it was a reasonable guess as long as the chronological order was changed.

After the blacksmith’s sudden surrender, the work that began with handing over the Holy Sword and the Earth Dragon’s Teeth was not finished for a long time.

The snowy mountain sky filled with dark clouds had no concept of day or night, and you could only estimate how much time had passed through your senses.

Even that wasn’t completely accurate.

When recovering the bodies of the martial artist and the lightning magician, there was a significant difference between the time that passed in the realm and the time in reality.

“We talked about the well in Yeokcheon. The closed ending of this world is an inevitable fate. However, by gathering the possibilities of countless timelines, I will select the being who will destroy the ending.”

Hwii…….

The cold wind blowing from the top of the snowy mountain passes the tip of my nose. Dallen raised his hand and scratched the bridge of his nose.

“I’ve heard of it. From the Tsarina.”

“right. That kid also said that. But do you know?”

Jeokchang gently closed his eyes and continued speaking.

“It seems to have become known somewhat late in the human world, but the well of Yeokcheon has been talking about it for thousands of years.”

“no.”

How do I know that? It’s been less than 10 years since I landed on this continent.

Perhaps it was an expected reaction, but despite the blunt response, Jeokchang slowly tilted his body to the left and right without much response.

“The dragons were also curious about the true meaning of the prophecy. A possessor who uses the lineage of a returner, a pioneer… There were countless speculations and many attempts to find the protagonist of the prophecy. But no one had thought of it.”

The body that was moving left and right stopped moving for a moment.

“That a being will appear who will take the power of another timeline as their own.”

“…….”

“You are absorbing the endings of numerous timelines. “The reason I woke up on this snowy mountain is probably because you absorbed the possibilities of a certain timeline.”

Dark red eyes look this way. The dragon’s vertically torn eyes calmly asked a question.

“Isn’t that so?”

***

After a moment of silence, Dallon nodded calmly.

There was no reason to hide it. From the beginning, I was thinking that she would bring this up someday.

The realm of the world created by imagery. It is a being that occupies only a part of it.

Aside from Dallen himself, is there anyone else closer to his thoughts than her?

If you think about it that way, it doesn’t feel like it’s too late to bring it up now.

This means that Jeokchang was cautious in delving into Dalen’s secrets, and it could also be said that he was considerate of him.

“I picked up that body from the sewer. “It was the ending of a mercenary who was kidnapped by cultists who worshiped Enaxagus and subjected to an experiment to promote regenerative power.”

Dallen briefly explained about the Apostles of Retrograde.

How they kidnapped people, gained power through human sacrifice and experiments, and became the limbs of evil spirits.

“You mean you injected the regenerative magic contained in dragon blood into humans?”

“That’s the way it is.”

“Dragon God… he said he handed over the unabsorbed residue to Enaxagus. The people who awakened it and applied it to humans are also amazing. “Dragon’s blood is fundamentally poisonous to mortal beings.”

Jeokchang shakes his head. It wasn’t wrong.

The Apostles of Retrograde are not that powerful compared to the instigators of many other crises, but if they are not dealt with properly in the early stages, they will come back as a huge threat in the mid to late stages.

They were a long-term forming organization that grew through multiple successful experiments and rituals and received repeated blessings from Enaxagus.

There was no other reason why Dallon changed so many times to beat them from the beginning of play.

“Then what the earth dragon said is correct. “I will not exist in this timeline.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I must have lost my identity and truly become a part of the Dragon God. “Only the crushed remnants of the self are left in an imperfect form near the throne of Enaxagus.”

It is a sad thing. Afterwards, I let out a sigh. White breath rose and seeped through the cold air.

Dallen looked at the scattering and suddenly asked.

“Why did you confront the Dragon God?”

“Confront it… Rather, I thought it was a problem that could be solved through dialogue.”

Jeokchang slightly twisted his body and naturally lay cross-legged with his legs crossed. A bob of dark red hair flowing down.

Dallon hesitated for a moment whether to push her head away as the paladin’s blonde hair suddenly appeared.

The worries didn’t last long. This was because Jeokchang continued the story like water.

“The Dragon God was a being born from the imagination of all of us. Since we are the beings we created, we all decided to take responsibility for it. “Each person gave a little of their power, and the thirteen who were the strongest had a second name engraved on them as part of themselves.”

Dark red eyes groping the air. The end of his gaze was wandering here and there, looking back on memories from long ago.

“During the great war of ancient times, the dragon god and the dragon tribe remained neutral. After decades of fierce fighting, the evil gods fell and mortals, including humans, achieved victory. And not long after, the dragon god changed his attitude. “It was a declaration to end neutrality.”

“You decided to become an evil spirit.”

“right. However, I thought there was a glimmer of hope. Since he is a being awakened by gathering the images of the noble dragon race… I thought that even if his heart was inclined, he would not become like the disgusting evil spirits. That’s why I responded to his call.”

However, the trust was not repaid with good intentions.

He was only waiting for a miserable ending, as he was mortally wounded by the combined attack of the White Sword and the Dragon God and lost his life to Gwon Gap, his subordinate and colleague.

“That was why I wanted to talk to the Dragon God. I thought there might have been a misunderstanding. Of course, since it is said that I sold a fragment of my power to Enaxagus… I, too, may have just been caught up in the regrets of the past.”

Lips that softly smile. Jeokchang lightly shook his head while lying down, as if he didn’t want to think about it again and again.

She then asked playfully, raising the corner of her eye.

“Do you know that mortality shines brighter than anything else?”

“You’re talking like a spellcaster again.”

“No dragon has been able to build a kingdom and bring together the opinions of tens of millions of people. But humans did it.”

“…….”

“No one has been able to dig up relics from thousands of years ago, calling them history, build a wall blocking the north, and lay a spiderweb-like road across the entire continent. But humans did it.”

Jeokchang made eye contact with Dallon with sparkling eyes. A gaze filled with interest and admiration.

Dallen suddenly wondered how she would react if he dropped her on Earth.

A world where pieces of metal fly in the sky and send letters across the ocean in just one second. A world where technology is not much different from magic.

If I could go home someday, it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t alone. While he continued his useless thoughts, Jeokchang got up and came down from the rock.

“Is that why God came down in human form? No, perhaps humans were created to be closer to the highest being.”

“God came down in human form… isn’t that a doctrine of the Holy Knights?”

“Could it be that an order of knights with thousands of years of history grew from scratch? “The great heroes who were active during the Great War actually existed.”

Jeokchang answers as if it were obvious. Dallen absentmindedly stroked his chin.

It wasn’t for religious reasons, like God or anything. It was simply because the image of a warrior came to mind without me even realizing it.

A man who was first encountered in High Orc’s Beecher and gave an unknown power during the fight against Daeltarion. The being who led him to the well of Yeokcheon at the tsarina’s request.

“…Great Ancestor.”

Is it really a coincidence that both myths and legends refer to the same time period?

A great hero who fought against evil spirits

. “You have long thoughts. “Let’s go back soon.”

Jeokchang intervened. Dallen looked up.

When I turned my attention to the distant sound of hammering, I noticed that the pillar of fire rising high into the sky had suddenly changed color.

Rumbling….

The crackling of electricity in the blue pillar of fire. A strange scene where a frost storm started from a pillar of fire and thundered.

The forging of the sword to kill the evil spirit was nearing its end.

***

Kang!

“We’re putting the finishing touches on it.”

Kang!

“In order to control the power of the sky, it was made from the bones of an ancient dragon living underground. “It was a good match.”

Kang! Cough!

The scene of the blacksmith shop was completely different from the beginning.

The small huts were gone, and complex equipment, including furnaces, were operating on their own in buildings as tall as towers.

A sight where the sounds of hammering echoing through tens of thousands of pieces of steel are overlapped over and over again, and even the noise that hits your ears forms a strange harmony, like a single chord.

If you ask me, is it closer to a factory of sophisticated magical engineering than a blacksmith shop?

In the middle of it all, thick beads of sweat were continuously flowing down from the forehead of the blacksmith who was pounding his hammer.

‘The realm of Dalukahim, the master of the Dragonbone Sword.’

「The blacksmith shop where the dragon’s breath disperses」

All these facilities and heat must be the culmination of the image that the blacksmith had all his life.

Dallen asked while quietly looking at the equipment scattered around.

“Are those weapons made after death?”