Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 223
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Selection of Possibilities (4)
“…He said he was Vukvan, commander of the Twilight Knights.”
The knight commander said his name again in a somewhat shocked tone.
Even though I was scolded as soon as I made my statement, it was still an indifferent reaction.
Crash.
As he takes off his fancy helmet, his long auburn hair falls down his shoulders like a waterfall.
An age group that seems to straddle the border between youth and middle age. A thick face with clear scars here and there. The presence of the largest scar across the top and bottom of the left eye.
Dallen nodded only after seeing the man’s face.
“…Right.”
Silver mercenary Bukban.
Dallen knew the face and the name.
‘When I first arrived in the labyrinth city, I sold my name to contact Sienna.’
At that time, as soon as Dallen visited the crow’s nest, he used a secret password to call Sienna.
The secret password, which consists of the number of times she knocks on the door and the beat of the beat, was something she only shared with those she considered her true friends, as she did not trust people very well.
When she asked how he knew, Dallen evaded the situation by selling Vukban’s name.
There was no other reason why he was able to openly sell someone else’s name in front of her, who was a better information merchant than anyone else.
‘Because Vukvan was a character who should have already died around the middle of the story.’
In fact, Vukban’s identity was not that of a silver-plated mercenary from the beginning.
He was a member of the Twilight Knights and an Imperial Knight who worked in the Order’s internal intelligence department.
The identity of the silver-plated mercenary that Sienna knew was a fake created temporarily when he was dispatched to the labyrinth city on a mission from the intelligence department.
The reason Sienna did not know that fact was because at the time she interacted with Vukvan, the information network of Crow’s Nest had not expanded significantly outside of the labyrinth city.
‘As planned, after the dispatch is over and he returns to the Knights, he will be given the position of scout leader and patrol the border area of the Vampire Count’s territory.’
Later, while leading a patrol, he was attacked by a mysterious group and died. After investigating the cause of death, the Empire discovered that the attack was the work of a vampire.
And the Second Blood Demon War, which opens the second half of the war, started from the embers of Vukban’s death.
‘But this time I didn’t even have time for that. ‘The middle part and the second half continued shortly after the tutorial ended.’
Even during hundreds of rounds of play, the pace of this apocalypse was exceptionally fast.
Even if it is not a huge event like the Blood Demon War, there are dozens of other major events that have been omitted.
Unlike games, reality moves very organically, so it is not strange that characters who should have died survive the changes.
‘In some ways, Vukvan can also be seen as similar to Felber and Volkma.’
He should have died, but he survived.
In addition, he was able to fully develop talents that had rarely blossomed in games.
The large-scale attacks of monsters and the spirit of war are a good environment for change in the existing hierarchy, but that does not mean that just anyone can rise to the position of knight commander.
He must have displayed the fruits of his talent or advanced to a level that would shake the fate of the empire.
“You seem to have a lot on your mind. Are you curious as to why the knights were bitten?”
“…Let’s just say that’s what it is.”
“The God of Light that I serve wants to take care of your supply directly.”
What the hell. And you even became a priest?
Dallen chuckled at the knight commander’s bloody declaration and pulled an ax from his belt.
“Now that I think about it, I’ve always been curious.”
“What?”
“I wonder how far the possibilities I have created will reach.”
There were two possibilities he had after falling into this world.
One is recovering from repeated failures beyond the monitor and growing your own body and mind faster than ever.
The other is the possibility of other souls unintentionally sprouting and growing between the twisted points using the power gained.
The former was literally his own strength, so he was able to understand its growth and limitations to some extent, but the latter could not know everything, no matter how well he knew all the information on the other side of the monitor.
As the white-eyed seer said, if the river of fate is something that not even the great devil of hell can twist.
How far can the fates of the river, which have already been twisted and flooded by this, stretch their possibilities?
Will it end with flooding and overflowing the riverbank? Or is it possible to create a completely new tributary?
In the end, once he is twisted, will he be able to become another tributary who avoids the ending on his own even without Dallen’s help?
“Apart from doing your best, you can’t know all the results.”
As we get closer to the end, victory and defeat become more and more unclear.
Through hundreds of repeated attempts, the number of people who survived to the present point was gradually decreasing.
The last part is an unexplored area that has never been explored.
Even now that we have unprecedented possibilities, we cannot guarantee victory.
“Will this world survive even if I fail? “At some point, I became curious about that without realizing it.”
This thought took root in his head as he ran only for his own survival.
This probably means that the relationships we have made since falling to this earth have become more precious.
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t betray the old man or the blacksmith.”
“…Hearing that he was the main character of the prophecy and all, his arrogance went beyond the limit.”
“You said you were Powell’s squire, right? Then there will be no reason to hesitate in killing him.”
“A pagan answer. Indeed…!”
Whoosh –
breathing between words. The ax that leaves the fingertips closes the gap.
The place where the ax that disappeared cutting through space reappeared was in front of Vukban, who was about ten meters away.
「回冥(回冥): Ignition(發火)」
The blue ax blade was sparkling with sacred fire, and the power of the relic inherent in the ax was about to burst out.
Sigh!
“Such a talent…!”
A strong grip catches the movement and stops it.
Vukvan does not let go of his trembling ax even though the flame is burning and threatens to engulf his entire hand and forearm.
Dallon’s new model had also disappeared from its original location before we knew it.
「Returning」
The place where he appeared, crossing the space with a shimmering gray light, was none other than Bukban’s back.
Kkkwang-!
A thunder-like sound erupts from beneath your feet.
Even if your opponent is not good, you are at least 5th rank.
In addition, he was a priest who followed Powell, the god of light, the most important god in the pantheon.
It is best to defeat it before the sun, which has appeared halfway over the horizon, fully rises.
Hissing –
I added all the acceleration that crossed space and struck down the drawn holy sword like a thunderbolt.
In a split second, less than half a breath, Vukvan also turned his body and swung his sword with his right hand.
Tzu──────
The moment the sword and sword met, the ground split in half.
***
Kugwagwagwagwa……!!
The ground turns over and soil rises.
Mounds of dirt that rose like waves and pieces of shattered bedrock mixed in between them.
As the impact sweeps through the ground, tens of meters of nearby ground sequentially turns over, spewing out broken debris.
The scene looked as if a landslide had started from a steep cliff and hit the bottom of the mountain.
“What the hell!”
“Ugh! Everyone avoid it!”
A wave of silt that covers people and objects regardless.
The surrounding imperial army formation collapsed in one fell swoop in the swirling torrent several meters high.
More than hundreds of people were buried in the dirt. There were numerous cases of people being struck down by watermelon-sized rocks or being thrown long distances in the aftermath of explosions.
“Wounded soldier! “There’s a wounded soldier here!”
“Kwaaah! “What on earth are wizards doing…!”
A disaster site that appears to have been a large-scale earthquake.
With common sense, would it be possible to imagine that that scene was created with a single sharp sword?
However, the two transcendents who created that absurd thing were exchanging attacks at the center of the disaster even at this moment.
Dudududududu…!!
Sword and sword are intertwined. It was not a simple exchange of sword strikes.
With his free hand, he pushes away the hand holding the sword, grabs the hand that was pushed away, breaks it, and slams into it with his shoulder, loosening the joints and throwing the body that was struck straight out, pinning him to the ground.
A fight in which both hands and feet move constantly and do their best to break the opponent’s balance and take control of the attack or defense.
It is a baktu of those who have both talent and training and have surpassed the limits of their species.
Jjiiiing…!
The pain felt like cutting my head with a thin knife.
The five and sixth senses constantly scanned the other person and the surrounding environment, providing an amount of information in real time that the human brain could not handle.
A battle of intuition that goes beyond calculations and numbers. However, what creates that intuition is also the intersection of contradictions called numerous calculations.
The reflexes of the heated brain and tense muscles look ten times ahead and predict all movements and trajectories without any time to think deeply.
“…I had heard about it before, but seeing it with my own eyes was amazing! Holy fire rises from the hands of the pagan barbarians of the North!”
Bukban’s mockery, raising the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic tone, even while the attack and defense were going back and forth dozens of times a second.
Dallen also raised the corner of his mouth and revealed his fangs. A voice filled with magical power passed through the noise of the sword.
“Are you dissatisfied?”
“well! To be honest, the war god of the Holy Knights or the barbarian god worshiped beyond the Frost Highlands all look the same to me.”
“If the Paladins heard that, they would have a fit.”
“Well, they are warmongers who became obsolete hundreds of years ago! “If I were the devil, I wouldn’t be afraid of them!”
Could one say such a thing after seeing the sight of a blonde paladin aiming only at the devil’s heart? Dallen, who thought so, did not bother to answer Vukvan’s last words.
Instead, he smiles and lets his thoughts go, and at the same time, he purrs his lips and softly recites a poem.
“Exy.”
A coal created by an ancient civilization in the great desert of the far west.
The moment I put my will into words containing the essence of soul tailoring, an intangible wave swept through the surrounding area.
Attack – Immediately
after, hundreds of weapons began to soar into the sky from all directions.
Not only were the weapons buried or scattered on the ground due to several waves of mud and sand, but even the weapons held by the surviving soldiers flew away without their owners’ hands.
The Twilight Knights, a group of superhumans in their own way, held on to their weapons until the end, but it was impossible to resist the power of the bullet with the ordinary grip strength of soldiers.
Chrrrrrrrr…!
Hundreds of spear knives sparkle scarlet in the dawning sunlight.
It was a shocking sight that not only the Twilight Knights who survived the waves of silt, but even Vukvan slightly opened his mouth.
The moment Dallen lifts his finger, the will in the weapon responds to the owner’s will.
Awesome!
The weapons that decorated the sky began to fall all at once.