Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 216

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Water God (1)

“…Siselas.”

The knight commander muttered.

Among the colorful explosions that covered the swamp, a dark shadow was cast on his helmet.

“The main branch transcended species as a prosecutor a long time ago.”

The knight commander’s sword also did not escape the power of the bullet. The blue sword body was trembling faintly even at this moment.

However, unlike other knights, the only response from his sword was a small tremor. The knight commander looked back at the swamp where the explosion was subsiding and continued.

“The main body can hear the will of the sword, and the sword also understands the heart of the main body.”

A hand covered in plate armor slowly raises a sword.

As the strength in the hand holding the sword increased, the faint tremor that had been making the sword’s body completely stop.

“I don’t know how you learned the ancient language that even the imperial family couldn’t discover, but I don’t think such remnants of talent will work on the main office.”

“What a gift. “Wouldn’t the subordinates who were hit by that trick feel aggrieved?”

“…Sometimes a great cause requires sacrifice.”

The knight commander held the sword with both hands.

“But at the same time, only after overcoming such sacrifices can God’s will be completed.”

“Damn.”

And the moment Dallen laughed, his new form disappeared.

Bwaaaah!

A shock wave that echoes throughout the area half a beat late.

The ground, which had become half a swamp, burst open with a thud, and the blurred metal light rushed to the side in a large arc.

「Opening the area: The dark sword of all gods imbued with the light of darkness」

The knight commander had no hesitation in opening the area.

Even though he was wearing armor, a dull light followed his nimble steps.

In the midst of the feast of light surrounding the entire armor, only the sword being held begins to be covered with pitch black sword energy.

This attitude is quite contrary to that of transcendental players, who usually show off their cards one by one and engage in a battle of wits.

Although he was ordained as a knight, his role was that of an assassin, so is this perhaps due to his habit of trying to eliminate his target quickly?

In any case, if that side came out first, there was no reason for this side to save their cards.

「Area Open: Blacksmith Where Dragon’s Breath Disperses」

After destroying the swamp, the legacy left by blacksmith Dalukahim rises.

Dozens of weapons began flying all at once from inside the tall chimney-shaped blacksmith shop.

A pitch black long spear. An ax with a wavy blade.

An attitude full of electricity. Plate armor covered in dozens of magical techniques.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Following Dallan’s hand gesture, they all flew out at once, aiming for the knight commander’s blind spot and digging in without hesitation. A miracle achieved by a

blacksmith

who did not let go of his hammer and sword even after his death, lasting nearly eternity.

It was a secret technique that I had not fully mastered yet, but as of now, it was more effective than any other area.

Wow!

The knight commander’s breastplate lets out an ink-colored long spear. A new type of guy that moves forward by deflecting the ax blade with the shoulder part of the armor.

“The blade is impervious to the dawning light!”

The knight commander shouted like a roar and approached in a low posture.

During that short rush, more than a dozen weapons struck the armor, but they were all bounced off by the light emitted from the armor.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Dallen smiled wickedly and snapped his fingers.

Sigh!

Then, blocking the space between the two and locking himself on the ground, released an electric shock that turned the sight before his eyes white.

Kwajijijijik-!

A wave of lightning sweeps away the area.

A storm of green jade-colored electricity that blows away all the moisture from the ground, which had turned into a swamp, and shatters the hardened stones.

Dallen stood awkwardly in the middle of the storm, lightly holding the holy sword.

He has absorbed the power of Daeltarion and mastered the ultimate in lightning techniques. The knowledge and abilities left behind by the lightning magicians of the century were not weak enough to be swept away by the lightning they unleashed.

“It’s holding up pretty well.”

However, the knight who reached the 5th rank with a sword is not sloppy either.

Above the spot where the wave of lightning had swept away, the knight commander was standing unscathed, having been pushed back a few meters.

“…Do you think that among the supplies cut down by the dark sword in the main building, there were none belonging to the wizard? “I can pull off this trick again and again.”

The knight commander showed a confident look through the cracks of his helmet.

“Then let’s see how much of that talent can be endured.”

The moment Dallen made eye contact and nodded lightly, the weapons that had been waiting in the air rained down again.

Tsk!

A wooden handshield is split vertically by a dark sword. The armor covered in

magic

was struck from the front and collapsed.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

The weapons attack without giving any time to rest.

Each one of them is a relic weapon level weapon.

In the midst of chaos, where magic explodes, magic swirls, and the ground turns over several times and finally collapses.

The knight commander wearing the armor of light constantly moved forward, avoiding what he could avoid and accepting what he could.

[…Hoo.]

The momentum is such that even the true dragon beyond the image who was quietly watching quietly admires it.

He truly looked like a knight who achieved great territory by relying on just one sword.

In fact, the way the knight commander fought was subtly different from the battles with transcendents that Dallon had experienced so far.

This is not a fight with a wizard who can turn the entire area upside down with extensive magic.

It was especially difficult to fight against a demon whose size and strength were extraordinary.

‘The scope of power is not very wide. But it’s so condensed.’

The power of the realm to actualize one’s own world.

Although the total amount of power itself could be said to be open, its size is limited to the level of armor and sword one wears.

However, to put it the other way, it was also a story about an image that was enough to establish a new law gathered and melted into the sword and armor.

“…….”

What kind of image do you have to have to dream of such a scene?

This was a question that naturally came to mind for Dallon, who was trying to overcome the current hierarchy and move on to the next level.

However, there is no time to continue thinking.

Felber, who has already cast large-scale spells twice, is pouring another spell on the remaining priests to support Dallan.

It is obvious that if you have a soft heart in battle, you will be a nuisance to your colleagues.

The moment Dallen gathered his thoughts and looked up, the knight commander’s new brother was right in front of him.

“You turn a blind eye to the enemy!”

Whoosh –

the distance the sword can reach.

A long sword protruding from the end of an outstretched shoulder and arm.

The darkness on the sword, a color that contrasted with the dazzlingly shining armor, was momentarily touching and became darker.

Dallen lifted the ax like water. It was a natural movement to remove the sword and continue the follow-up blow.

“…besides my victory.”

However, the moment the tip of the sword and the blade of the ax touched, a confident voice rang out from inside the knight commander’s helmet.

Wow!

The sword passed through the ax blade like an illusion and pierced Dallon’s chest.

“…….”

The area fell momentarily silent. Two new models standing tall.

A sword that reached its goal with a dark sword tinge. The knight commander’s hand holding the sword trembled.

And a low voice flowed through the gaps in the helmet he was wearing.

“Was it that kind of ability? “It’s novel.”

***

“How…how…”

His head turns stiffly like a broken doll.

Ignoring the knight commander’s muttering, Dallon continued speaking while stroking his chin.

“It is a sword that passes through armor that blocks all blades. “It’s a fantastic combination.”

“It was definitely real. “The hatchet was never…an illusion.”

“It was too reckless an assault to just rely on strong armor. “Isn’t it clear to anyone that there is one more number hidden in that sword?”

Phew!

Dallon’s body collapses as soon as he finishes speaking.

「Domain Open: Gray Sky at the End」

For some reason, gray-white concentric circles were rippling on the ground under my feet, and the dark clouds in the sky were stained gray.

「Eight Yeondapsan(八聯踏散)」

The body pierced by the sword instantly became a gray-white shadow and dispersed.

And the next moment, eight Dallons appeared from somewhere and surrounded the knight commander.

“What? Is it an illusion? no. “It’s all really…what happened?”

New models holding different weapons.

It is difficult for even the assassin, the Knight Commander, to tell which one is real and which one is fake.

He didn’t know it, but from the beginning, each one of them was no different from an alter ego with physical power.

The relic weapons they are holding are also from the blacksmith shop, so as long as the area is maintained, their power is no different from that of a superhuman unit armed with relic weapons.

“It is a strike that desperately penetrates the opponent’s attack, making it feel like the final blow, and striking a vital point while ignoring the enemy’s weapon, which is trying to lightly remove the enemy’s guard. “It was a pretty good bluff.”

“…….”

“But it’s also true that you seem to rely on that ability. As I was dodging the rain of magic weapons, I probably lost the ability to tell whether the enemy in front of me was real or not. So, I focused on whether the weapon I was holding was real.”

Dallen chuckled. For some reason, I found this situation funny.

You are the one who gives advice to a 5th rank prosecutor. However, this was not just to toy with the enemy.

The current victory was not achieved simply through superiority or inferiority in strength.

‘The sky of the closed snow mountain’, ‘The gray sky of the end’, or ‘The forge where the dragon’s breath scatters’.

Even if he had only one of the realms he possessed, would he have been able to achieve victory as easily as he did now?

If it weren’t for the past days where I gathered as many possibilities as possible despite overcoming numerous difficulties, I would have had to prepare for a serious injury in this fight as well.

「Double Sword」

Spot!

The ax that had fallen to the ground disappeared and appeared in Dallen’s empty left hand.

Dallen put the ax in his belt and held the holy sword with both hands.

Reredonara, the hero of the Holy Knights, who was the owner of the third holy sword. And the big sword she created after a long period of training.

Anyone who knew both would have realized that Dallon had reached a point where he could twist mystical powers.

And the reason he bothered to show this was in the same context as the nonsense he had said in front of the knight commander earlier.

“…….”

The air was dark somewhere.

A sudden breeze blows through the devastated streets and surrounding forests.

The salty smell of the sea tickles the tip of your nose and the foul saltiness lingers in your mouth.

Dallen turned his head towards the fallen priests.

The priests who continued to fight until the end were cruelly destroyed by the spell of Felber, who held the keel staff.

“Stop acting.”

Dallon said towards the pile of corpses.

“Are you going to stand by and watch your faithful believer lose his head in my hands?”

[All the subjects of the empire are believers of the pantheon, and the whole world bows down to the doctrine of the pantheon.]

A thunderous voice echoes from the pile of corpses.

Among the dozens of mangled bodies, a priestess covered in blood slowly stood up.

[Soon the entire continent will know the mercy of the pantheon. It doesn’t matter much if the number of believers decreases by one.]

Snap.

A sound like footsteps on water.

[However.]

A monotonous wave spreading over solid ground.

The broken and crushed body heals in an instant as if it had been washed. The priestess lifted her deeply worn hood and revealed her face.

[We can’t just leave the heretics who threaten our faith alone. If that heretic is a mere mortal, holding and dealing with multiple scenes in his mind and even stepping into the hierarchy of a demigod.]

Eyes sparkling with the color of clear water. A face that looks pale at first glance, but radiates a divine glow.

The priestess, wearing wide-legged clothes and spreading her arms wide, slowly floated into the air and continued speaking.

[I, Sisela, one of the seven gods representing all gods and the mother of all rivers and seas. Here today, I will personally punish the heretics using the body of my servant.]