Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 227
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Land of Blood Demons (3)
“Great.”
A refreshing refreshing sensation. An aftertaste that tickles your throat.
LeBaron’s craft beer was still a luxury product. A stocky, muscular man approached Dallen, who had emptied the large glass in one go.
“Would you like one more drink?”
“However much.”
“Hehehe, feel free to listen. “Because when I heard you were coming, I took out all the beer kegs from the basement.”
LeVeron took Dallon’s glass, filled it, and returned it.
Slowly taking a sip of his frothy glass, Dallon took a look at the view of the blacksmith shop from his office.
earth! earth! earth! earth!
Cheeeeeek! Boom…!
The mithril smelter was louder than ever.
There are more than 30 braziers filled with flames in a vast space.
There were over a hundred artisans and apprentices busily moving around the furnace.
Behind the anvils, where the sound of hammering was constant, machinery built by Bjorn was pouring red-hot molten iron into the mold.
At this level, it would be more appropriate to call it a factory rather than a blacksmith shop.
As Dallan was quietly stroking his chin while looking at the machinery, LeVeron noticed his gaze and said,
“The one-eyed master craftsman helped me a lot.”
A sigh of relief exhaled after slightly quenching one’s throat with beer.
“If it weren’t for the engine equipment he made, we might not have been able to meet this order deadline. “Would you like to say thank you?”
“I will. “Can you get some sleep?”
“of course. “I try to get three or four hours of sleep a day.”
LeVeron answers with a grin.
Three or four hours. There was a reason why there were dark shadows under the eyes.
Having dozens of apprentices and craftsmen under his command did not mean that the blacksmith’s work diminished.
As the size of the blacksmith shop increases and production increases, the probability of problems occurring or producing defective products also increases.
While LeVeron was managing and supervising the mithril smelter, which had grown to factory level, he was also steadily producing his own works.
As he said, even sleeping for three or four hours requires effort. It was something that could not be helped unless there were several bodies.
“You know what? I still remember it vividly. There was a time when I was in danger of ending up on the street for a few gold coins. “I mean, every day was like hell.”
Did I get drunk after just a few glasses of beer? LeVeron, whose cheeks were slightly red, looked down at the forge and muttered.
“Compared to that time, the hardships we endure now are nothing.”
“Inspiration. Are you drunk?”
“Oh, what are you talking about! Do I look like the kind of person who would get drunk to this degree?”
“That can happen when fatigue builds up.”
Dallen laughed lowly. LeVeron shook his head and put his glass on the table.
“Anyway, I have something to give you.”
The blacksmith twitched his fingers for a moment, then quickly walked to a corner of the office and stood in front of a large safe.
He said, unlocking the safe and pulling down the chains.
“It seemed like the owner of the Holy Sword would not need another sword. So, I prepared it except for the sword.”
Squeak –
The safe opened and what appeared inside was matte silver armor and weapons.
LeVeron held out the spear and hatchet hanging next to the armor to Dallon.
“…It’s Mithril.”
“I recognize you. That’s right. “It’s something the elves who landed in the east brought with them.”
Mithril is called the metal of the gods.
A legendary material that is light, hard, and has high magic conductivity while also being able to vary its weight depending on the magic power injected.
Since the mineral deposits on the continent were depleted a long time ago, mithril can only be obtained from the lands of the elves at this point.
Of course, unless the elves were fools, there would be no way they would easily hand over mithril, which was practically a strategic item, to humans.
Therefore, usually in the latter half of the game, the elves who lost their homeland to the evil god Laphilem come to the continent and Mithril is released little by little.
According to Siena’s information network, the elves landed in this episode around the time the Battle of Eclahim in the Tsardom was concluded.
The fact that Mithril was flowing into the City Federation itself was not unusual given the timing, but…
“Can you give this to me?”
No matter how much mithril was released to the continent by the hands of elven refugees, its value was beyond imagination.
This item is not easy to obtain even in the final stages of the game. Moreover, at this point, it would have been difficult to obtain it even with extra money.
Of course, Leberon’s reputation rose to unprecedented levels, but he would have had to pay a considerable price to obtain enough mithril to make both armor and weapons.
Giving this away for nothing was something even Dallon had not expected.
“I told you. “I haven’t forgotten what I was like in the past.”
“…….”
“Of course I didn’t forget who it was that rescued me from that abyss. “If it weren’t for you, I would still be being chased by Telia Company.”
Tongue.
The blacksmith’s calloused hands placed the spear and ax on the table. Dallen hesitated for a moment and took them in his hands.
“It was harder to handle than any metal I’ve ever touched. “I don’t know if it will fit in my hand.”
“no. “It’s perfect.”
Dallen put the hatchet in his belt and grabbed the spear with both hands.
The texture of mithril was cool and soft. It feels like you are holding a light feather, but if you infuse a little magic into it, the weight becomes heavier.
The smoothly curved lines of the spear blade, tightly connected to the smoothly extended spear shaft, showed how much effort LeVeron had put into this single spear.
Even elves who have been using mithril for a long time mainly produce weapons such as crude swords, shields, and arrowheads.
At the time, Leberon, known as the mithril refiner, was the only one who could process it this delicately.
‘Inspiration has come quite far.’
It seems like only yesterday that I followed Penny, who had been on a quest as a guide to the sewers, and found out that she was actually LeVeron’s niece.
Before he knew it, the mithril weapons he had made himself were in his hands.
It would be a lie if I said that it wasn’t a new feeling. Even though I’ve obtained the Mithril weapon dozens of times from beyond the monitor, this is the first time I’ve held it in person.
‘And in games, this is usually the limit of inspiration.’
Skillfully processing mithril was, of course, something that would go down in history.
However, Dallen only once saw someone who surpassed that.
“Now that you think about it, I have something to give you, too.”
Dallen took out a dirty hammer from his pocket. Then, he separated the mithril armor to make it easier to wear and placed it in front of the blacksmith who was laying it out on the table.
“A blacksmith I know asked me to give it to you.”
LeVeron Ahakim in this episode will overcome the limitations he encountered in other episodes.
As a craftsman who handles keels and dragons, he goes beyond being a mithril smelter.
***
After the Diamond Palace declared a massive counterattack against the empire, it took approximately a month for the army to be summoned.
In the first place, the military was not something that was created immediately after a call-up order was issued.
It would take quite some time for messengers to be sent to each city and for those cities to gather troops and send them again.
It was rather surprising that it took only a month for troops to arrive and reorganize their organization in all cities.
‘It must be because of the effectiveness of the seal of the Twenty-Six Halls.’
As the transcendental people, who were mostly immobile, came to the forefront, even cities that had been holding back until now had no choice but to move in a hurry.
Anyway, during the month or so he stayed at Falcion, Dallon finished all the work he had not done so far.
Stopping at the Mithril Refinery and handing over the hammer containing Dalukahim’s enlightenment was just one of them.
“Dallen, this is….”
“I brought it from the underground dragon’s lair. “The dwarves following him are using it.”
The next place he visited after the mithril smelter was the workshop run by the one-eyed master craftsman Bjorn Kaladrakum.
Dallen handed the trophies obtained from the underground dragon’s den to the craftsman who was sharpening his sword, anticipating the battle with the devil that would soon take place.
Streamlined copper-colored bullets and a variety of firearms. Plus, the remains of a fake dwarf king made up of mechanical machinery.
“You didn’t make a weapon to kill demons. “I hope this helps.”
“…Thank you. “Let’s research it.”
There wasn’t much time left until the expedition. However, it was also a time when the one-eyed master craftsman he knew could take Ilshin’s abilities to the next level.
And the same goes for Dallon. The task he devoted himself to during the remaining time was to retrieve the corpses that were lined up in the Bronze Zone.
[The body of a swordsman who starved to death in the middle of winter was recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance Reward: Skill +1]
[The miner’s body buried deep in the mine was recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance reward: Stamina +1]
[The body of a murdered slave trader was recovered from a back alley. [Ability…]
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All the corpses in the southern district had already been recovered upon receiving a request from Sienna. All that remains are the corpses of the western and eastern northern districts.
In total, nearly fifteen corpses gave a total of over 20 ability points.
‘Is it because I recovered the body of a transcendental person? It’s tantalizing.’
Of course, even one ability is better than no ability.
While searching through his memories and diligently searching for corpses, Dallon also did not forget to study B-grade or higher skills.
A month passed quickly as I stopped at the auction house to buy all kinds of relic weapons and visited the Crow’s Nest from time to time to check the trends of the empire.
There are now three days left until the expedition. The last thing I found was the crow’s nest bartender’s bourbon.
This was because the Great Dragon, Kyle Bercus Arven, who is said to be the first roar of the Dragon God, contacted me.
***
[I asked you to diagnose a left-handed armored kid who is growing rapidly.]
“That’s right. “I don’t know why the Jinryong race actually grows this fast.”
[You are right. Normal true dragons grow more slowly than humans. On the other hand, the kid is almost like a sub-adult even though he just woke up.]
The bartender’s greenish-brown eyes looked the boy up and down. Akasha, a boy with blue-white hair, looked a little nervous.
Dallon lay down on the table and shrugged his shoulders.
“I know that because I saw it too. “I came here because I was curious about the reason.”
[…I was just about to tell you the reason. You have a quick temper.]
“Koreans like to get things done quickly.”
[…….]
The dragon narrowed his eyes and began to explain without saying anything.
According to the ancient dragon, Akasha’s growth rate was dozens of times faster than that of a normal true dragon.
The reason was none other than Mother Cheongrinyong’s arrangements.
Around the time when Jeondae Cheongrin laid an egg, her lifespan was short due to the curse of the tree and the wounds she received from the knight commander.
Even after his death, the baby dragon that hatched from the egg had to grow quickly in order to survive and ultimately seek revenge on his behalf.
[Accelerating the growth of dragons is unprecedented magic. It must not have been an easy task even for Sentai Cheongrin, who is well versed in magic.]
“That much?”
[okay. The magic would have been completed only after decades of extreme devotion while incubating the egg and tuning it to its own magic. I knew she had revenge on the Knight Commander, but I didn’t know it would be of this magnitude…]
Bourbon continued, shaking his whiskey glass. Dallon quietly nodded while listening to the explanation.
‘…That’s why Qinglin Yong was able to become a catastrophe in the south.’
It was the moment when a question I had for a long time was resolved.
The question of how a true dragon, which normally takes over a hundred years to grow, only took a few years to grow from an egg to an adult that destroys a kingdom.
If you think about it, Akasha, the blue dragon, has never been an ally in the game.
It froze the entire royal capital of the Kingdom of Noria, earning it the nickname ‘The Breath that Frozen the Kingdom’, and was considered one of the worst boss mobs, excluding evil spirits.
The number of times the Holy Knights collapsed in that breath alone was double digits. Dallen has been eaten five times.
[The body of a warrior from the southwestern part of the continent was found.]
[The body of a wizard who participated in the Great War was found.]
[The body of a dark moon noble hunter was found.]
[The body of a warrior who had lost his light was found.]
[The upright The saint’s body was found.]
Traces of the past remained clearly on the boy’s head to this day.
One day, the time might come to retrieve those bodies.
[The introduction was long. It is time for the activator to take full effect, so let’s begin the surgery.]
Bourbon said, putting down his glass of whiskey. Dozens of magic circles gently embroidered in the air.
Dallen felt his body shrink without even realizing it. Bourbon continued speaking, taking out a few ingredients from subspace.
[The marrow and heart of the Dragon God’s right gauntlet, Tateangkat Pargium. It’s a good material for breaking down the skeleton. Since it was processed well, it will be transplanted without any problems.]
“…That’s good. “Have you made the anesthetic I was told about yet?”
[Okay. So it’s going to hurt a lot this time too.]
“Holy shit…!”
With the bartender’s smile, the magic circles began to rotate.
In conclusion, a skeleton transplant is several times more painful than a heart transplant and has long-lasting aftereffects.
The three days remaining until the departure ceremony passed quickly as Dallen realized what it felt like to not listen to his body for the first time in a long time.
And the 70,000-strong army of the City Alliance, including the four transcendents of the Diamond Palace, began to march towards the land of the southern empire.