Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 215

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Attack of the Empire (3)

Sneaky!

Arrows rain down through the dark night sky.

“Uh oh!”

“The arrow is back…gagging!”

Burbubbubbuk!

Arrows travel at more than twice the speed at which they were fired, piercing the owner’s armor and becoming stuck inside.

Fresh blood splattered across the glittering armor, and the leading formation collapsed with a scream.

Torches dancing dizzyingly along the soldiers’ stumbles.

Amidst the red glow, the shadow of a warrior quietly penetrated.

Kwasik!

The hatchet struck down splits the helmet and gets stuck. Dallon applied a little more force.

The armor and the body inside were torn apart. The ax turned from his chest and came out to the side, hitting the neck of the soldier who was hesitating next to him.

“big…!”

The head wearing a helmet flew in the sky. The severed head had a frightened face.

Dallen took one step forward and passed by the floating head. His ax split the night air again.

Sgak!

Arms falling down in vain. Before he can even scream, his head falls after him.

He removes the black ax blade aimed at the nape of the neck and lightly punches the soldier who screams like a demon in the face.

Take a stab at it and hit it with your shoulder. After tripping his leg and kicking his fallen head, he breaks his neck and moves forward.

Dallen, who took advantage of the confusion caused by the arrow’s return to the wrong side and dug into the enemy’s camp, had no rough steps.

Breaking through the enemy’s depth without hesitation and digging into the center of the formation.

There is no need to waste time trying to destroy the enemies here.

The right decision was to create a feeling of overwhelming fear, clear the path, and then run to Falcion with the group.

In a situation where the city has been under attack for three days, wasting time and energy would only end up playing into the enemy’s plan.

“Kwaaaak!”

Fifteen soldiers blocking the way ahead suddenly fell to the cold ground, bleeding.

Quack!

The moment a soldier’s breastplate caves in with a punch, a sharp slash of murder is aimed at his lower back.

Whoa!

Even though I raised my ax to block it, I was pushed back a little. It was not just a matter of strength, but the destructive power of the sword energy.

“…!”

The man looked embarrassed and tried to hide himself among the other soldiers, as if he didn’t know that he could be blocked so easily.

You can catch up just by taking one light step. After instinctively striking away the stabbing tip of the sword, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the helmet.

Sigh!

“Ouch…!”

The helmet seemed to resist a little and then fell apart. Dallen frowned.

The strength level reached a whopping 60 while recovering the blacksmith’s body.

It would be impossible for ordinary plate armor to withstand the strength of his grip even for a moment.

“Is it black iron armor?”

Just by looking at the cross section of the crushed helmet in the dark, the material naturally comes to mind.

The metallurgy left behind by the blacksmith gave him enough in-depth knowledge about other materials to even handle the keel.

“…and a magic sword.”

The sword that fell from the man’s hand naturally lifted up on tiptoe and landed in his hand.

The seemingly ordinary sword had a considerable level of wind technique built into it.

The reason Dallen’s ax was momentarily pushed back was not just because of the sword he was wearing.

A group that wears black iron armor that is difficult to distinguish from the outside and freely wields magic swords and swords.

Dallen knew the name of that group.

“Did you come in hiding among the soldiers? “Knights of Dawn.”

“…I have a good feeling.”

An eerie voice flows through the rushing soldiers. Dallen broke the spear that was stabbing him and turned his head to sink it backwards.

It wasn’t difficult to find the owner of the voice.

The man standing among the soldiers certainly looked like an ordinary soldier on the outside, but he must have given up trying to hide his strength, because his presence was clearer than anyone else’s.

The man shouted, raising his sword and pointing it at Dallen.

“Knights of Dawn – Eat that bastard!”

***

Knights of Dawn.

One of the two knightly orders created with a special purpose among the imperial knights’ order, which is said to number up to ten thousand people.

Basically, they were an organization specializing in missions that ordinary knights would not even pay attention to, such as infiltration, infiltration, assassination, and espionage.

However, at the same time, it was also a group that showed how a knight who knew how to perfectly handle his own body could become a perfect assassin if he decided to kill himself and hide his sword.

‘Even on the battlefield, their main mission is to strike key enemy figures or blend in among the soldiers to cause confusion.’

They say that an invisible sword is incomparably more dangerous than a sword that is openly exposed.

It was impossible to distinguish the Knights of Dawn from other imperial soldiers, even their weapons.

It would be common to realize that something is strange when you see armor that you thought was just thin steel plates turning into arrows and swords bouncing off everything.

However, by the time I noticed it, it was already too late. The magic and sword skills skillfully displayed at the tip of the sword would have taken the witness’ breath away.

“This is ridiculous.”

thud!

Dallen said, striking away the flaming sword with the back of his hand and striking the knight by the collar as he tried to retreat.

“Where did the decision come from to not only take out an entire unit to capture me, but also to send the knight commander?”

“This is what Sicella and his advocate, the bishop, have commanded.”

“…Crazy guys.”

Okay!

The trampled neck breaks before breaking, and a gush of blood soaks the boots.

Dallen clicked his tongue lightly and looked over the heads of the soldiers at the man who was still standing still.

I couldn’t see his face because it was covered by a helmet, but I knew right away who it was.

Leader of the Knights of Dawn. A high-level assassin and swordsman, and at the same time a transcendental person who has reached the 5th rank.

He was also a priest of Sisella, the water god who was ranked as a main god in the pantheon.

This could be seen just by looking at the sudden change in the soldiers’ mood as soon as he shouted.

“For the pantheon! For Sicella! For the Empire!”

“Aaaah!”

“die! die!”

As if the confusion and fear up until now had been a lie, the soldiers shouted and rushed forward, disregarding their own lives.

The light of divine power was flashing above the heads of those whose eyes were half-covered.

A sacred magic that instills boldness and courage, but at the same time paralyzes reason and instinct.

Wouldn’t this be close to a curse? The soldiers, whose brains were pickled with excitement, flocked in like moths and were cut off mercilessly.

Sigh!

As the limbs fall and the torso split apart, dark attacks continue to penetrate.

Each sword was aimed precisely at a vital point. The magic built into the sword assists the attack by forcibly squeezing into any gaps that do not exist.

Although it seemed simple, it was not easy to respond to. The Knights of Dawn are all superhumans who have achieved their own domain.

Even a 5th rank transcendental who can crush someone in a single go in a head-to-head match will inevitably waste his mental strength and physical strength in the constant attacks that exploit the gaps.

“Tsk.”

Dallen clicked his tongue lightly.

Hundreds of soldiers. Dozens of superhuman knights. A knight commander of the 5th rank.

Plus, there are wizards and priests who assist them.

As I had to rush to the labyrinth city and immediately engage in battle, I planned to save my strength as much as possible until I arrived.

With this level of power, it was difficult to end the fight quickly without opening up the area.

‘But to put it another way… it means that the imperial army’s power has been dispersed.’

Originally, this was a force that should have been used entirely to attack the city.

Since a significant portion of them have been stolen, the siege offensive will inevitably be somewhat sluggish.

In that case, it would have been better to completely annihilate the enemy forces here than to just give up the chase and go to the city as originally planned.

The moment Dallen made his decision and stopped breaking through the depths.

His party, who made the same decision, stopped lightly suppressing the wizards and cast large-scale magic.

[Sink.]

A declaration, not a chant.

The mystery buried in the bones of the Earth Dragon soon replaces the will contained in the Grand Wizard’s words with magic.

“What the hell!”

“It’s a swamp! be careful!”

“Kwaaagh! my legs! “There’s something in the swamp!”

An area with a radius of hundreds of meters collapses all at once, and the collapsed ground becomes a swamp that sticks stickily to the legs.

Inside the swamp, which was quickly swallowed up to the waist, stalagmites growing abnormally quickly skewered the soldiers.

Soldiers who face death with their eyes wide open and struggling to breathe due to the pain of having their lower bodies chopped off alive.

Standing alone on the solid ground, Dallon looked around with grave eyes.

“Only the knights and priests remain.”

“…….”

Only two groups survived the large-scale magic that engulfed the entire area.

Knights who leaped across the swamp with superhuman agility and strength, and priests who retreated to the last resort and barely managed to escape out of range.

When I turned my head, I saw Felber in the distance, slightly raising his cane.

Even though it has only been a few days since receiving the blacksmith’s gift, the great wizard quickly adapts to it and uses it as his own.

In that case, the person who delivered the gift also needs to work hard.

“Exy.”

Jjiiiing –

The moment you spit out the starter word, a faint wave spreads out.

A sound of magical power that is too foreign to be called magic.

Considering that its origins lie in the ancient Sandwind Dynasty, it can be seen as close to witchcraft.

The Sandwind Dynasty, who were masters of creating golems, were also experts in the soul foundation, which grants souls and will to objects.

And the Tanryeong (歎令) inherited from Dalukahim was the crystallization of such an elaborate process condensed into chanting.

Sharp….

The swords drawn by the knights each began to tremble.

At the same time as being given will, the struggle to shake off the old owner and listen to the master’s orders.

Of course, unlike controlling the arrows in the air, it was difficult to escape their grasp as the knights used their physical strength to push them down.

Dallen was aiming for that too.

“Lux.”

The second starter echoes over the swamp.

At the same time, the sword spirits that were crying suddenly fell silent.

“……uh?”

The moment when a knight who was trying his best to protect ownership of the sword unknowingly raised the sword due to the struggle of the sword becoming loose.

Damn it… Quaaaaang!

In an instant, right in front of his eyes, the sword body, which was torn to pieces, caused a huge explosion and swallowed the knight whole.

Quagwagwang! Gurgling!

Natural explosions erupt throughout the swamp.

A flame that blows away an entire radius of several meters and a frost storm that freezes the owner’s entire body.

The electrocuted knight collapsed, letting out charred breath, and the man whose insides of his armor were torn apart by the wind’s blade lost his strength and was sucked into the swamp.

It was an instant for nearly a hundred knights to die. The knight commander was looking at the scene with a bewildered expression.

Dallen said as he hung the blood-dripping ax on his shoulder.

“I’ll correct it. “Only one knight commander and priests remain.”