Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 212

212

Blacksmith (4)

Shhh!

A rapier that pierces a blind spot. An arrow cutting through with an elegant trajectory.

A dagger stabbing through tree branches and a trident stabbing straight down.

「Hoemyeong(回冥)」

「Iyeondapsan(二聯踏散)」

「Red Flame Ju(紅炎柱)」

Creates a seal with the shadow, cuts off the middle of the arrow shaft, and engulfs the trident and dagger with a pillar of flame.

As the rapier, once shed, changes direction and is about to throw the ax to drop it, a thick curved sword flies through the pillar of flame.

Cough!

Dallen lifted the broken sword and struck a heavy blow.

The clast sword I received as a commission reward a few weeks ago already had less than a third of its body left.

The scabbard I received along with it also lost its power at some point and became nothing more than a sturdy relic scabbard.

It was a natural result. No matter how relic a weapon is, it has its limits.

In the first place, wouldn’t it be common for weapons designed to last for a long time in a fight like the one that continues without even a moment’s rest?

‘How many days…has it been?’

I unconsciously try to count the time that has passed. What was certain was that it had been a long time since the time scale had been surpassed.

One day, two days, five days, a week.

As soon as ten days passed, I gave up counting. Even with the body and brain of a demi-god, there were limitations, just like artifact weapons.

Cough!

An ax that extends reflexively. Flames bouncing wildly before your eyes.

Although my mind was fading due to extreme fatigue, the memories of the struggle engraved in my bones were still able to respond well to the attacks coming in front of me.

“I am a black child to my father-in-law. However, a weapon is a help to a swordsman. “Reredonara, the founder of Bigeom, compared it that way.”

A voice that resonates through my consciousness, which has become as white as a blank page. It belonged to a blacksmith.

“The two are completely different. You and your children are of different generations, have lived in different environments, and are at different stages of growth. “A wall is bound to form without me even knowing.”

Let that voice flow and read the next attack. A double-edged sword aimed at your back. An attack that didn’t even feel like it had murderous intent.

The blacksmith’s words about learning by getting hit were not wrong. This bloody battle that lasted for over ten days was not a simple fight.

There was an intention contained in each sword, and it flowed into my mind little by little at each moment of the sharp sword.

At first, it was a combination of fragments whose exact meaning was unknown, but as it accumulated, it was built into a clear understanding.

‘…Leredonara’s secret sword.’

In the past, this was a group that easily accepted it in the form of a skill.

A vast array of skills and images beyond that have been easily learned without years of hard work.

It overturns the existing method of omitting the process and only accepting the results. A retrograde path that retraces the process once again despite the outcome.

Turning around like that and following the natural path from the beginning was something unfamiliar that I had never experienced since falling into this world.

“…!”

At the same time, it was a new type of exaltation that I had never felt before.

A feeling as if all the bundles of nerves that were asleep were waking up.

Even as my limbs become heavy and my mind becomes clouded, an inexplicable feeling of elation lifts my consciousness to higher and higher places.

“But there are no walls for a spouse. It is also a way to lower the wall, which should have been originally there, to the floor. ”

Each word that a blacksmith passes down penetrates into such a rich consciousness.

“Do you know what the biggest characteristic of a spouse is?”

It draws conclusions and correct answers one step ahead of Zen questions and answers, which would normally make you feel like you’re just talking like an orderer.

‘It means it can never be separated.’

“That you can never separate it.” The moment I knew the correct answer to

「Hoegeom(回劍)」,

the result was already in my hand.

***

My vision returns as clearly as if I had poured cold water on it.

The first thing I saw was a sword body flashing blue and white.

The holy sword Tortanis was reborn in the hands of a blacksmith after being broken once in a battle with the lightning master Daeltarion.

After the repairs were completed, the sword that was supposed to be in the blacksmith shop had returned to his hand, bypassing all space and restrictions.

“okay. “That’s the first step.”

The blacksmith, who was watching from afar, smiled happily. Dallen took a deep breath and lifted the holy sword with both hands.

Just by holding it, new strength begins to warm up your tired body.

The secret sword of Reredonara, built up again from the basic image. The trick is to boost your energy the moment you pick up the sword.

‘…Was this the reason why my mastery of the big sword stopped at some point? ‘You were completely wrong.’

Dallen smiled lowly and tightened his grip on the sword handle.

A level B or higher skill classified as mysterious.

It is not that he did not make efforts to refine the secret techniques of his predecessors, which had great power and wide application in themselves, with his own power.

Not only for the sake of moving up to the 6th rank, there have been constant attempts to make secret swords and dragon blood into unique skills.

Wasn’t combining the two unique skills, Homing and Igniting, with the power of Bigeom, one of the fruits of that effort?

‘I was too focused on the functional aspect. The origin of the mystery was far from that in the first place.’

The art of controlling a weapon with will alone without touching it and imbuing it with the power of a magic trick.

Bigeom’s ability is well-known in the world, but in fact its essence does not remain in a simple technique.

The original image of the big sword of Reredonara is none other than union with the martial arts.

Even though they are two physically separate entities, they resonate with the mind and will as if they were one.

This was also in line with the reason why Reredonara stayed with his third holy sword, Reredonatel, for the rest of his life.

Sigh!

A flying long sword. Don’t hit it this time.

Both feet were firmly planted on the ground and both hands were stretched forward, holding the holy sword firmly.

At that moment, the will that rose from behind the immovable body euphemistically twisted the sword.

Sigh!

My collar was torn and blood flowed from the long sword that passed by, but that only lasted for a moment.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssinging

the long sword stopped just before it hit the ground, then slowly floated up and settled next to Dallen’s shoulder.

That was the beginning.

Squirt!

The spears and swords that flew in without hesitation got caught on something in the air, as if they were being pulled by a thread.

The empty armor that was rushing forward stopped, fell over, separated into parts, and collapsed.

Soon the collapsed armor was reassembled and stood up, and the stopped weapons began to turn their ends in the opposite direction.

Control passed one by one. In an instant, more than fifty weapons aimed their cutting edge weapons at tens of thousands of weapons.

“So far.”

A low, deep voice echoed through the clearing, and the remaining weapons disappeared in an instant as if they were being sucked into the chimney of the blacksmith shop.

match. match. match.

A blacksmith walks slowly clapping his hands. Dallen then let out a deep sigh and sat down.

“…Holy shit.”

Hot steam rising with every breath. All the muscles and internal organs of my body were screaming.

In the first place, it was his first time fighting in this way.

It’s a method that excludes the purpose of defeating the opponent and simply receives an endless barrage of attacks and learns about the groups hidden beyond them.

The blacksmith brought a few items, put them down next to him, and sat down. He said, fiddling with his beard.

“That’s great potential. Even if he is the protagonist of the prophecy. Honestly, I thought it would take longer than this.”

“…How long has it been?”

“A few weeks. “In reality, it probably took about three or four days.”

“Whew. If it wasn’t a character I created, I would have asked about my parents first. Damn it.”

I lie down in the snow, clutching my throbbing forehead.

The blacksmith scratched his beard in an incomprehensible curse and then handed over the two items he had left nearby.

The items handed over wrapped in soft cloth were a staff and armor.

It was a type I had never seen on the other side of a monitor, and judging by the energy it contained, it was definitely not an ordinary item.

“A staff made from the spine of an earth dragon. And it’s armor made of scales. “It’s not the right product for you… I thought you would have a lot of good colleagues, so I prepared it.”

“Did you even use a hammer while handling all those weapons?”

“Is there anything difficult about it? “I’ve been hammering my whole life, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“…….”

Do you have to be like that to reach the position of a transcendental craftsman?

Dallen clicked his tongue and took the staff and armor and put them into subspace.

“Anyway, thank you… but can I take these? “It wasn’t something I made while I was alive.”

“It’s made from the by-products of the terrestrial dragon you brought, so it should be fine. Like the holy sword Tortanis that you are holding right now.”

The blacksmith laughed. His bushy beard twitched.

When I looked closely, I saw that his bushy beard had been singed in several places, leaving gaps here and there like cheese with holes in it.

Maybe it’s because he’s been helping with training and working at the same time for the past few weeks.

Even if you say so, it would never be easy to control 10,000 pieces of weapons and at the same time turn dragon by-products into weapons.

“After watching it for a while, I understood.”

“what?”

“That means there isn’t much time left.”

The father-in-law rubbed his face with his thick palm.

“You seemed anxious. I thought it was worth it. If variables like you exist, evil spirits won’t stay still either. “It must have been an arduous journey.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“That’s why you can’t pass on my skills.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

The blacksmith waved his hand at Dallen, who frowned, and asked back.

“Do you know what the greatest virtue of a blacksmith is?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s a heavy ass. Time to immerse yourself. No, more accurately, it is immersion that even forgets the passage of time.”

The blacksmith said so and placed his hand behind his waist.

“That is also why I truly realized the secret of the Bigeom only after my death. A good warrior cannot become a blacksmith, and a good blacksmith cannot become a warrior. “The price of being qualified to go higher is losing the space to dig deeper and go down.”

What he took out was a hammer.

A hammer that was always held in hand in front of the anvil. An object with traces of peeling and dents over the decades.

“Please give this to LeVeron.”

The blacksmith said as he gently placed the hammer on a flat stone.

“If you are a mithril refiner, you will be able to read the traces on that hammer. “We will be able to revive the skills of keel craftsmen who have lost their pulse.”

“…I’m grateful, but why are you giving this to that guy?”

“You know, right? “I received a lot of help from him during my lifetime.”

Is that how it happens? All I did was do a few quests, gain some favor, and learn a few skills.

The gap between the flat world seen on the other side of the monitor and the reality one lived in was often felt at unexpected moments, like now.

Dallen scratched his chin and picked up the hammer. He put the hammer into subspace and looked back at the blacksmith.

“Anyway, thank you. Thanks to you, I learned a lot…”

The blacksmith had already disappeared.

Before he knew it, the snowstorm had started blowing again, dropping pure white snow where he was.

“…….”

The warmth disappeared, but other things still remained in the clearing.

About fifty spear knives, sword marks all over the place, and even the large chimney-shaped blacksmith shop in front of you.

Those who leave behind a legacy tend to disappear.

And for those who receive the inheritance, it is in order for them to rise again.

It was time to go back.