Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 23

Eastern District Front (3)

It was the monsters who rushed in first.

Wow!

Kyaaa!

When the masked cultists saw that the silver masked apostle was knocked down with one blow, they got scared and hesitated.

Monsters who had been stripped of reason did not have that kind of fear.

Rather, the shackles that had bound them until now had been lifted.

The reason the monsters were calm in the fog was because the silver mask spellcaster was controlling them.

Wow!

Wow!

The waves crash in.

Waves of flesh, muscle, claws and teeth.

Dallen looked at the waves calmly and relaxed his shoulders.

Behind him, members of the Silent Company quickly grasped the situation and jumped out, forming a formation.

“Wedge- unfold!”

Silent Company Commander Gawain shouted.

A wedge-shaped defense line spread out like wings behind both sides, with Dallen in the lead as the apex.

Soon after that line of defense was formed.

Kyaaa!

Wow!

A wave of claws and teeth attacked the leading edge of the defense line.

Kya-kak!

Kwasik!

Dallon’s sword flashed. The monster that was attacking him falls backwards, split in two.

Dallen’s sword flashed three more times before the entrails-splattering bastard’s upper body even touched the floor.

Kwazizig!

One head split vertically.

One cleanly severed head.

There were three arms with a cruel grip that embroidered the air, and two waists that were split open and spilling out internal organs.

Dallen, who destroyed all the leading monsters in the blink of an eye.

However, the waves of claws and teeth did not come towards Dallenman.

Because more people were running on both sides of him, filling the streets.

Of course, of course.

“Silence Company! In place—”

The Silent Company did not retreat as the monsters’ claws flashed before their eyes.

“Shield – put it up!”

Slam!

The steel shield rises. A sharp spear sword aims at the target.

The personnel in the back row placed their shields on the backs of the people in front to support them to withstand the ensuing impact.

and.

“Hold on!”

Waves of flesh crashed against the breakwater made up of tattered robes and shiny plate armor.

Kkkkwang! bang! Kwasik!

Kyaaa!

Sgak! Patter-

keke! Wow!

“Ahhhh!”

Screams and screams. The sound of tearing and cutting.

Severed limbs roll on the ground and monsters struggle on shields.

Dark red blood was sprayed everywhere. Flesh and intestines fell to the floor with a clatter.

Kyaaa!

The monster, whose head had been blown off by half of the spear, let out a deathly scream and bit off the neck of the Silent Company member.

“Wow! “Hehe…”

The company member whose head was torn open his eyes wide and, even as he was about to die, used his last remaining strength to cut off the head of the monster holding on to his colleague’s shield.

With just the first clash, the nearly 20-year-old monster and two members of the Silence Company fell in an instant.

But the breakwater withstood the waves.

And that was the signal for a counterattack.

“Silence Company! Forward—”

The battle line, which had been firmly anchored to the ground, began to move forward step by step.

The crashing waves were still strong, but they did not have as much of an impact as the first rush.

The lines of the Silence Company, blocking the street in a wedge shape, moved forward slowly, like a bladed tank trampling the infantry.

And at the forefront was Dallon, who slaughtered monsters with an indifferent expression.

Kie-kak!

Stamp the open mouth with a pommel.

Crumble! Wow!

Lower your stance and swing your shield to crush the charging enemy.

As I moved my hands and feet without much emotion, my neck fell, my body broke into pieces, and my head was crushed.

Dallen looked at it with a sullen face and was lost in thought.

‘Something is strange.’

The situation was favorable.

The Silent Company, led by Dallen, was sweeping away monsters and cultists like fallen leaves in a cold wind.

The District 8 security team that followed from behind also did a good job finishing off the monsters that escaped behind.

But why?

Although the situation is clearly advantageous, a strange sense of discomfort does not go away while watching the enemy’s response.

‘How did they notice our attack in the first place?’

The security corps’ preparations were too rapid and secretive to have sent reconnaissance.

The interval between the end of the strategy meeting late at night and the surprise launch at dawn was at most a few hours.

If they even prepared a concealment spell using fog like this, it means that they were able to sense it at least three hours before the departure.

The short thought came to an end when all the enemies fell to the ground.

There was only one conclusion.

‘There is a spy.’

Quack!

“Kuk keuk…!”

Dallen thought as he plunged his sword into the stomach of the last cultist.

Tsk!

The sword cut through the side and dragged the internal organs out of the exit.

Dallen cut off the head of a cultist whose eyes were rolling in pain.

The head, which had been rolling around, stopped next to the writhing body.

A slim, writhing body covered in wide robes.

Dallen looked down with sullen eyes at the silver masked spellcaster whose face was cut in half by a hatchet.

“Are you still awake?”

“Kick! Apostle Kihit does not die easily…!”

The spellcaster laughed, spitting out blood from his split lip.

Dallen put his foot on her neck. And while I was trying to press it gently, it stopped.

Discomfort.

A strange sense of discomfort that could not be explained by the mere presence of the spy stopped him.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Keuhi! Daegye is so excited! Completed…it will be done! “In a way that no one expected… in a way that no one expected!”

Dallen scratched his chin. The bloody cough and slurred speech were annoying.

He bent down and pulled the ax out of the spellcaster’s head.

Jeok-

“Kwaaah-ah!”

The ax falls out and the spellcaster lets out a loud scream.

But soon she started giggling again.

Dallen asked again after seeing that the cloying fluid was slowly attaching the severed brain.

“In an unexpected way?”

“Kihi, you can’t even follow the Great Apostle’s shadow! He has already completed the plan. The offering is ready! Now all that’s left is…bah!”

The spellcaster screamed at me to leave. Crack. The sound of something crushing was heard.

Dallen lifted his foot and slowly touched her thin hand, starting from the tips of her fingers.

Dallen, whose fingertips and wrists were made of finely minced meat, spoke in a low voice.

“Just the point.”

“Uh huh huh. Ah, okay…”

The spellcaster confessed the truth, shedding bloody tears.

This time, I did not speak slurred or overly modified.

How was it possible to prepare for a surprise launch and what was the purpose of this raid?

After hearing the whole story, Dallon blew his bloody nose.

“Ok…uhhh.”

Crack!

He then stepped on the shaking spellcaster’s neck, ending his long suffering.

Around that time, Gawain and the guard captain, who had gathered the troops, approached him. The guard captain spoke first.

“There are three deaths from the Silent Company and two deaths from the District 8 security guard. “The rest are lightly injured.”

“Are you finished with the interrogation?”

Gawain said this and glanced down at the spellcaster.

The sight of one arm being reduced to a piece of minced meat, split in half, and a head rolling on the floor with fluid leaking out.

The person responsible for creating a scene so cruel that it could hardly be considered a simple interrogation nodded with indifferent eyes.

He slowly stroked his chin without saying a word and replayed in his head what the spellcaster had spewed out.

Who betrayed you?

What is the Great Master planning?

The more I thought about it, the more I could come to one conclusion.

“…Rotten.”

It seems like they decided to die together.

***

That time. Other units also suffered similar attacks.

A surprise attack by enemies consisting of over a hundred monsters and dozens of cultists.

Some units suffered heavy damage, but fortunately, no units were routed.

Thanks to this, the Guard Corps was able to establish a forward defense line a little further ahead, as was done in the operation.

The siege network centered on the mine where the cultists were located was reduced by more than half from the original size.

After the new defense line was built, the units guarding the existing defense line in the rear also slowly joined in.

They eliminated the few remnants of the cult and rescued the civilians hiding in each building.

“Abba! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

specific?

“I’m alive now!”

The survivors were hiding from the cultists, but as soon as they were rescued, their tension eased and they burst into tears.

Several District 8 security guards sobbing and hugging their reunited family.

The weeping cheers of those who survived greatly boosted the morale of the guards.

As the sun sets with the sound of singing.

An unexpected guest visited the security corps.

Gooung –

On a street covered in the reddish hue of sunset.

A strange sound spread along the road studded with uneven stones. Even the soldiers

who

were enjoying the joy of victory were so shocked that they ran out of the barracks.

Some were even equipped with weapons and armor in that short period of time.

Wow –

the pebbles on the street are bouncing around. It wasn’t even an earthquake, but it felt like the ground was shaking.

Walking along the main street with their backs to the sunset glow was a group of people wearing earth-colored robes.

A member of the Silent Company, who was following them on horseback, raised his voice and revealed the identity of the group.

“These are reinforcements sent from the Elgaia Magic Tower in the Pure Silver District!”

Gooung-

one step.

The ground is shaking.

The march of the earth magicians who communicated with the land itself gave off a force that overwhelmed the surroundings.

The guards who had come out swarmed out and cleared the way. Mutterings of confusion spread among the guards.

“Wizard?”

“It’s called Elgaia Magic Tower.”

“Reinforcements from Shun Street…?”

The commotion didn’t last long. Before long, the commanders of the guard came out to greet the wizards.

The wizard who was walking in front saw this and lifted the hood that was deeply covering his head.

A long brown beard and strangely sparkling brown eyes.

Felver Valentino, the elder wizard of the Elgaia Tower, laughed as he looked at Dallan standing awkwardly among the commanders.

“It’s been a while, Dallon.”

“It’s been a while, old man.”

Dallen roughly lowered his head. The old man who received that half-hearted greeting suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha! Haha! Good thing I lived long. “I became an elder wizard and even heard the name of an old man from a mercenary!”

“If it’s inconvenient, I’ll use a different title.”

“It’s not like that. no. “That’s why I like you more.”

The old man’s eyes, filled with laughter, brightened for a moment.

“In the meantime, I also dipped my toes into spells. So, how far do you plan on climbing?”

“well.”

Dallen shrugged.

It’s a corpse. You have to pick it up and eat it as much as you can.

The elder wizard smiled as if he was interested in how he interpreted his short answer.

“I really want to see how great your potential is… but this doesn’t seem like the right place. It’s unfortunate, but let’s postpone it until next time. “Who is in charge here, anyway?”

Jerk.

At Felber’s words, Gawain, who was next to Dallen, took a step forward.

“As you know, the Bronze Guards, unlike the Pure Silver Knights, have completely distributed command. I am only a temporary representative. Apart from that, I haven’t heard that the Elgaia Tower is sending separate reinforcements…”

“It’s because I made a pact with a young friend over there. “He is a friend who refused personal compensation and chose the opportunity to ask for help from the Magic Tower for the city.”

“…Is that so?”

The day after rescuing a young blonde wizard from the sewers.

The elder wizard who met Dallen offered additional compensation as a token of gratitude.

An additional reward that was originally more than a dozen magic tower regeneration potions.

However, the wizard, who noticed that the regenerative factor of dragon’s blood was flowing through Dallen’s veins, offered a different reward instead.

‘When the city is in crisis, if you ask me, I will do my best to help you at least once. ‘It doesn’t matter where the crisis is, big or small.’

It’s a very strange proposition to hand to a mercenary who makes a living from day to day.

Dallon thought for a moment and decided to accept the promise in exchange for the potion bag.

The result was this scene right now.

With only one voice, the reinforcements from the Sun-eun area, which had been silent despite the security team’s request, were called.

“In the end, isn’t this a relationship that was formed thanks to you? “Your contribution is not without.”

Felber laughed out loud like a kind grandfather. And Dallon finally got a confirmation belatedly.

The reason the old man entrusted me with the nomination request was because of the recommendation of the silent company commander.

“Anyway, welcome. Support from the Magic Tower is always welcome. Because we were not notified in advance, we were unable to provide accommodation suitable for guests in the Pure Silver area. “Please understand.”

“It’s not like that. “We can rest and close our eyes anywhere as long as we have the generous embrace of the earth to support our backs.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Gawain had several guards guide the wizards to their quarters.

The group of wizards, who appeared to be about thirty people, followed the guide and walked to the lodgings near the newly built defense line.

Unlike when they first appeared, their steps no longer gave off overwhelming momentum.

‘Anyway, it’s just too pretentious.’

Dallon looked at the back and raised his eyebrows with an uncomfortable expression.

Except in a few cases, he strangely did not like spellcasters.

***

The night was deep.

As the operation that started in the morning was successfully completed, the atmosphere at the newly built defense line was in full swing.

There are voices coming from everywhere calling to push into the mine, the cult’s stronghold, and strike them down once and for all.

Gawain, who had heard this story several times from his company members, stepped into the outskirts of the camp with a slightly tired face.

The outskirts of the deserted camp.

In the midst of the dazzling light of the full moon, the number one contributor to today’s operation was sitting on the floor.

Unlike his usual sullen expression, he had a slightly excited expression on his face.

He opened his mouth.

“You came.”

Ugh. A fragrant yet bitter scent spreads through the small breath you exhale.

The scent was faint, but Gawain’s keen senses could smell it.

When I looked again, I saw Dallan pulling out the canteen and continuously drinking its contents. Gawain asked.

“Is it alcohol?”

“It’s as rare as alcohol, or rather, on the continent, so in a way, it’s better than alcohol.”

Gawain’s face became slightly blank.

What does it mean when we say that it is often rarer and better than alcohol?

‘Could it be… drugs…?’

It was unbelievable.

A mercenary who deserves to be praised as a hero acts like a wimp in the middle of a fierce battlefield?

Just today, he was the one who half-killed one of the Silver Mask apostles and then interrogated them to obtain information about the enemy.

Since I was summoned to this dark place in the middle of the night, I thought there would be something serious to say about that information…

“It’s coffee. Strangely enough, this friend likes coffee. “I asked the crow’s nest and they said they weren’t particularly interested in the tea ceremony.”

Patter.

Elder wizard Felver Valentino appeared, rolling gravel and dust under his feet.

“…!”

Although it was only for a moment, Gawain felt goosebumps rising on his back.

Even he, one of the most powerful men in the Bronze Guard, lost sight of them, even if only for a moment.

I knew that there were many people with monstrous skills in the Pure Silver area where the entrance to the labyrinth was located.

But knowing it with your head and experiencing it with your own skin are two different things.

While Gawain was feeling a strange sense of competition and improvement due to Felber, Dallon closed the lid of the canteen as if he was disappointed.

“We can talk now that we’re all here.”

Dallen dusted off his pants and stood up. He said.

“As you may know, the Silent Company Commander, another Silver Mask Apostle died today.”

“Thank goodness. “I have heard of their evil deeds well.”

The elder wizard played with his beard with his long, thin fingers.

“Thank goodness. And they didn’t just kill him; they interrogated him before killing him. “The reason I brought you two here separately instead of holding a meeting is because of the content.”

“Could it be that there is a spy?”

Gawain intervened. Dallen nodded.

“That’s right. And I also learned something more serious.”

Huh. Dallen sighed briefly and said.

“Their great apostle is trying to summon a demon.”