Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 219

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God of Water (4)

[What a fake god…!]

Wood!

A priestess who immediately reaches out in anger at a single provocation.

However, in the next moment, I manage to hold onto my senses and calm my breathing while gritting my teeth.

Did he know that he could never win by fighting both the girl in front of him and Dallen at the same time?

She questioned, slowly backing away.

[…The white-eyed seer. How did you know I was here?]

[Did you think the topic of fake gods would escape my attention?]

The white-haired girl laughed lightly. The priestess’s expression distorted as expected, but she did not fall for the same provocation twice.

[Is this what I saw with those proud eyes? There was a rumor that he went crazy looking into an unfixed future. For a crazy person, he can have a pretty normal conversation.]

[There aren’t that many undetermined futures in the world for someone to go crazy that easily. Even your master cannot defy the river of fate.]

[…….]

[Well, at least it seems like he was trying… What did you and your famous friends do during that time? Did you use the blood of humans to fatten your greedy body?]

Tsuzuzu, that is…!

Space is distorted.

The stars that covered the night sky began to shine their light one by one, pressing down on the area surrounding the priestess.

Even in light conversation, the thoughts never cease, and for those who have ascended to the level of a demigod, breathing itself is no different from a high-level art.

Kwasik! Damn it…!

Arguments and nervous warfare manifest themselves as physical distortions. The power of two beings scanning each other as if exploring each other.

The stream of water rising from between the cracks in the stone creates a colorful formation in the air.

The shining starlight solidifies and peels off the sacred dharma layer by layer, constricting the area on which the priestess stands more and more tightly through space.

Before I knew it, the sea of stars that covered half of the celestial sphere and the sea level above the sky, causing rough waves, were constantly gnawing at each other.

It is a fight that is not easy for even Dallon, who has already experienced several battles of the transcendental, to decide when to intervene.

[It would be nice to finish it easily. No matter how much you resist, the determined result will not change.]

[Don’t make me laugh. We are a hidden faction for the end times!]

[Tsk. In the end, you are nothing but a discard to your master. If not, wouldn’t they have given up the throne a long time ago?]

[How dare you make such a foolish move…!]

Kwaaaa—!

The moment the girl briefly clicked her tongue, hundreds of stars shot down rays of light from the sky.

A starlight that envelops and isolates the entire space, making it impossible for Dallen to see inside.

[Master…is that a person?]

“…….”

Dallon shook his head at the devil’s tired voice.

Even if it is a false god who has not reached the end of the hierarchy, Sisela, who appeared through a priestess, is a demigod of the 6th hierarchy.

The fact that she unilaterally pushes a being who can cover reality itself with her divine power like that is proof that that slender girl has gone beyond the scope of normal understanding.

‘Now that it’s like this, it’s better not to touch it at all.’

Dallen lowered his sword as he looked at the blazing and fluctuating sphere of starlight.

From my experience watching through the monitor, it was clear that this fight would end on its own even if he did not intervene.

Even among the same 5th rank transcendents, there is a wide gap between the top and the bottom.

The 6th level, the level of a demigod, had greater deviations, but was never lower than the 5th level.

That was why all Tsarina did was to injure him, even at the cost of his own life, against the incarnate incarnation of Sun.

Although Dallen’s aim was decisive, this is also the reason why the Earth Dragon was helplessly pushed aside by Red Spear from the very beginning.

‘The experience is a bit disappointing, but… I can retrieve the corpse without having to kill it myself.’

Dallen’s condition cannot be said to be completely normal, as he underwent blacksmith training beyond the visual image immediately after the battle with the terrestrial dragon.

Considering the siege that is taking place right now and the battle that will follow, it would be right to save strength when possible.

The moment Dallen thought so, he quietly placed his hand on his waist, and a golden crack appeared in the air, and a human image was spit out.

***

“Cough! Cough!”

“…Old man.”

A different space created by the overlap of new areas and areas.

The person who squeezed in through the gap was Felber, who had retreated a long time ago following Dallan’s words.

“Hehe…I’m sorry. “I couldn’t leave you alone.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

It looks like he put Sangsangju and Tommy in a safe place and came back as quickly as possible.

In any case, the fact that he came back like this was something I was still thankful for. If there had been a situation where a life-or-death decision had to be made, Dallen would have also received his help.

After gathering the aftermath that had crept in through the cracks of this space, Felber slowly took a breath and opened his mouth.

“Anyway, I’m not sure if what I’m seeing is correct. “The white-eyed pioneer who only appeared in history books…”

“But you recognize who it is right away.”

“It is known that he has been dead for a long time. It wasn’t until I ascended to the position of Magic Tower Lord that I realized that he was still alive. “I heard that even that can’t escape the depths of the twenty-six hall.”

“Aren’t rumors always exaggerated?”

The white-eyed pioneer.

In the world, he is considered a person from history who died a long time ago.

Even among some transcendental people who knew that she was alive, the prevailing rumor was that she was suffering from mania or that she was unable to come out of the Diamond Palace regardless of whether or not she was under the barrier law.

Of course, considering her prestige, it was not at all strange that there were many rumors about her.

The fact that rumors increase as much as fame increases is a constant phenomenon even among transcendentalists.

‘It’s been there since the city was built.’

The White Eyed Prophet was one of the founders of the labyrinth city of Falcion.

He is a member of a group of pioneers who completed humanity’s last bastion more than a thousand years before the end.

It’s easy to see how far that fame has reached when you think back to the time when you were fighting the Vine Witch.

What the ancient witch who returned from the dead was aiming for was the magic circle created by Philoperine, one of the founders.

‘…A lot of time has passed.’

It feels like only yesterday that we were fighting over the legacy left by the city’s founder.

Before I knew it, the day had arrived when I was face to face with one of them.

How many years have passed since I landed on this earth?

In the midst of so many events passing by so quickly, it seems like we often forget the passage of time, but every time we do that, there are moments like now that remind us of how far we have come.

In that context, the event in which one of the main gods of the pantheon descends through the body of his bishop is one of the signs that the apocalypse has entered its true second half and is approaching its end.

And the white-eyed pioneer who regularly appears at the event was a story about humanity’s resistance against the apocalypse also taking center stage.

“…I’m sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if I leave it like that?”

“…….”

“It’s a bit awkward to say this, but I have a strange feeling that we are now spectators of a fight.”

That’s not a feeling, it’s reality. It’s one of the few events in this game that shows hope for clearing in the first place.

Of course, even though I knew that the outcome was determined now that the game had become a reality, it was not easy to just watch the battle unfold right in front of my eyes.

Dallon looked at the space isolated by the pouring starlight and answered while fiddling with the ax on his belt.

“I can hear singing. “It seems like it’s coming to an end.”

Since when did it start?

The stars that filled the sky began to sing.

Before we knew it, two-thirds of the sacred area had been eroded and hundreds of thousands of stars were densely embroidered overhead.

The stars were singing a soft song toward the space distorted by light.

「Banquet Hall of Stars Singing Time」

「Star Yoo Taechangju」

A strange chorus that makes your head go hazy.

A chord that resonates directly with your mind, rather than with your ears.

Invisible scales and beats and melodies come together and fall into a pillar that shines a clear light.

The area that had been crackling with space separated slowly began to return to its original state.

The alien noise that distorted reality disappeared and the two people who had disappeared through the light appeared.

[How dare you make such a foolish move…!]

[Was there any reason to resist? In the end, it will end like this.]

An area where the curtain of light has been lifted. The place where the pillar of singing fell was exactly where the priestess stood.

A face with wide eyes as if it would shake off the tight space gap and sweep away the enemy with a huge wave at any moment.

The massive compressed water current swirling nearby was evidence that she was on the verge of making her final move.

[How dare you make such a mistake…!]

[There are clear limits to borrowing the body of a servant and descending as an incarnation like now. Even if there is no significant change in the size of the power that can be manifested, it is bound to be vulnerable to the distortion of space and time.]

[How dare you do that…!]

[Of course, unlike the real evil gods, you, the created gods, do not have a true body at all… […]

However, the huge spray of water that had condensed to its limit only solidified in place.

The priestess who created it just kept repeating the words and actions she had said and did, like a clock that keeps rewinding.

[How dare you…!]

In addition, as time passes, moments of rewinding that seem to get closer and closer to the starting point.

A phenomenon that seems to be constantly pushing the end point of a section of a video forward.

The voice of a girl with her arms crossed rang softly in front of a scene that had no sense of reality even though she was witnessing it with her own two eyes.

[So who told you to pretend to be a fake god?]

Chijijijijijik!

[I appreciate it…!]

The starting and ending points of the repetition become infinitely closer, and the shape of the priestess itself begins to distort grotesquely.

A harsh noise filled the space where she was standing, crackling as if the file was playing a broken video.

The waves that seemed like they were going to pour in at any moment were erased like a lie, and the new area that remained overhead was also quickly dispersing.

After all powers were erased, all that remained was the priestess’ broken body.

[Go…!] There was no

grand

finale or explosion.

There was only a quiet silence where the priestess was erased with a brief noise.

It was an excessively vain ending, considering that it showed the vast expanse of the ocean that covered heaven and earth.

It’s not that Sisella’s power is weak, but that the power of the seer in front of us is beyond the standard.

The White Eyed Seer was the pinnacle of the Sixth Rank, one of the few among our allies. It would be possible to fight against the intact Red Spear or the true body of Xun’s great evil, Yongin.

Even if there wasn’t just one flaw, I would have developed the character with her as my goal at least once.

“It is not extinct.”

The Precursor took a slightly heavy breath and opened his mouth.

“The vessel that is the source of all gods is located in the Holy of Holies somewhere in the main temple of the imperial pantheon.”

“Still, your strength must have taken a big hit. “All gods do not share power.”

“…As expected, you knew. that’s right. “It won’t disappear until you break the bowl, but it will be difficult to come to the forefront at least for a while.”

Before long, the realm of the seers was also lifted. An ordinary night sky and a barren land appeared.

The girl wiped away the sweat and let out a deep sigh. Turning towards Dallen, she spread her arms and slowly backed away, making a fuss.

[Hello again. [He is the one foretold by the well of Yeokcheon and the strange being who flooded the river of fate.]

The seer raised his head.

Colors like the universe covered where the whites should be, and eyes shining like stars in the middle.

[I am Aliat. An observer who listens to the singing of the stars and reads the flow of the Milky Way. Looking at the infinite branching point and predicting the coming future… Ugh!]

“…It seems like you can see the infinite branching point but not the rock behind your back.”

[…….]

The girl, who tripped on a stone and fell, had a dazed look on her face. Dallen held out his hand with a playful smile.

“It’s Dallan. Nice to meet you.”

“Yes…”

“Let’s pretend you didn’t see what happened just now. “Did something just happen, old man?”

“Kkeuk hum! I don’t even know what the situation is. “I just arrived after evacuating Volkmar and Tommy…”

Felber slyly cleared his throat and sneered. The girl looked at the two people in turn, and then her brows furrowed.

Even though he showed an ability to easily overwhelm the main god of the pantheon every time he appeared, there was a reason why Dallen did not target the white-eyed seer when developing his character.

It’s the same reason why he chose to focus on strength characters in many episodes and tried to focus on physical abilities to some extent when cultivating the magician character.

‘I learned that my physical ability, which is below average even by the average person’s standards, cannot be covered no matter how much I reach the level of a demi-god.’

It is a ridiculous setup that even looks into the future and distorts the timeline of the incarnation of a demigod, but in reality, the person himself is in charge.

The White Eyed Forerunner, one of the strongest men in our army, was the culmination of such terrible contradictions.