Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 232

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Camouflage Infiltration (1)

“Blood Spirit Altar? “Did that really exist?”

“It exists.”

Dallon nodded at the dwarf’s surprised voice.

Altar of Blood Spirit.

It is a sacred place that all necromancers long for, and a magic scene where smoke that burns people’s hearts rises continuously.

There was even a rumor going around that the evil god Temomron had been killing people on the altar every single day for the past four hundred years to bring down his incarnation.

Dallen knew it wasn’t just a rumor. Because he saw the Blood Spirit Altar with his own eyes, even if it was just through the monitor.

Beyond simply witnessing it, I have also personally used that altar.

“If you are, then you really exist. I thought it was just nonsense. How could something so terrible happen in this land….”

“No wonder it was dismissed as a rumor. “There were a lot of rumors about the Blood Spirit Altar, but no one had ever found it.”

It’s not like no one has set foot in the Vampire Count’s territory for the past four hundred years since the Blood Demon War.

Warlocks and necromancers who had been driven out from all over the continent used this land as a refuge, and paladins and bounty hunters chasing them would also follow them.

The Empire, which suffered great damage from the Blood Demon War, also dispatched intelligence agents, including the Knights of Dawn, to periodically scout this land.

However, despite this, the Blood Spirit Altar was nothing more than a product of a legend that was only rumored. There is almost no eyewitness accounts, let alone proper evidence.

“It is said that there was once a time when the Holy Knights attempted to track him down, even at the risk of armed conflict…”

“It is true that they cannot be found using ordinary methods. “Because the altar is constantly moving.”

“movement…? “Are you saying it moves with legs?”

“It’s similar.”

Dallen threw some sapphires into the bonfire. The half-lit sausage instantly crumbled and sparks sprang up.

“Even if you find out where it is, getting in is another matter.”

This was the reason for not using the unique skill Dream Tracking, which originated from Ackerman’s drawing method.

Not only is it not the type of altar that you can enter just by knowing its location, but just like Xun’s incarnation, the blood spirit would also be able to sense Dallen’s gaze if he were to track him down.

“Then what are you going to do?”

“You should use a local guide.”

“Local?”

Felber tilted his head. On the other hand, Sienna clapped her hands and opened her mouth as if she understood what was being said with just that one word.

“Even if it is an altar of blood spirits, sacrifices must eventually be supplied. “But I won’t offer just any sacrifice.”

“That’s right.”

“Human hunting. “That’s how the vampire’s human-hunting culture came about.”

The corners of the informative mouth are lifted with sparkling eyes. Dallen also smiled.

“I plan to use their human hunting culture in reverse. “We disguise ourselves as a very appetizing sacrifice.”

***

In a dark forest near the border. Luca was running.

I was out of breath and my throat was sore, but I couldn’t give up.

Crrrrrrr….

The sound of a hunting dog behind my back seemed like an auditory hallucination.

Hunting dogs whose skin and flesh have all rotted away, leaving only the dull, dirty white bones.

Even the hunting dogs that vampires raised were undead. The human blood they drank became a spell that raised dead bodies from the grave.

The corpse that arose like this once again became the force that controlled humans and extorted fresh blood and labor.

It was a terrible cycle that had been going on for hundreds of years in the land of blood demons.

A few days ago, Luca decided to escape the cycle with his neighborhood friends.

“Luca! “This way!”

A whisper coming from up ahead. The boy, who had almost lost his mind, suddenly raised his head.

Another boy was sticking his face out through the grass. He was one of the friends who ran away from the village together.

I went into the bushes, holding on to my shaking legs, and found my friend hiding in a shallow hole.

I leaned back as if I collapsed on the slope of the pit. Luca spoke with dry lips.

“Water…is there any water?”

“here. Drink sparingly. “That’s the end.”

The leather pouch was light. After saving one sip and dividing it into several sips, I felt like I could buy something.

As the burning thirst disappeared, the past few days’ journey flashed through my mind.

The hometown they grew up in was a small village within the territory of the Vampire Count.

A land that has lost its vitality. When you sow seeds, more than half of them dry out and die.

Every year, at a certain time, vampires from the city would request one or two humans, and the village would hand over the sacrifices they requested through a drawing of lots.

My parents said there was nothing they could do because they had lived that way for generations. My grandfather, who has lived to be almost seventy years old, went one step further.

They said that other countries collect grain in the name of taxes, but isn’t it fortunate that vampires don’t ask for such things?

“…This is nonsense logic. “Sister Shabir said that.”

She was the smartest person in town.

Unlike the village elders who only knew how to farm or hay, he was the only one who could read words written on paper.

She was fluent in the cultures of other countries and regions, and occasionally told Luca stories about them.

“They said there was a country called the Cities Federation. A country that does not sacrifice people. “A place where you can not only make a living but also become rich if you have the ability.”

It is impossible to resist the vampire’s undead army with a weak body. Shabir said the only answer was to run away.

It would be best to flee to the City Alliance, but the Three Kingdoms in the north or the Empire in the west weren’t bad either.

She had said that they would run away together someday, but she left the village not long after.

I didn’t run away like I wanted. He had been taken to the city by a lottery held every year.

Rustle.

“…!”

The bushes shook. Although it was faint, there were definitely footsteps mixed in as well.

There is no time to be lost in reminiscence. If a hunting dog chases you nearby, hiding is meaningless.

“…let’s go.”

The only answer is to move before you get caught. Luca decided so and tapped his friend’s shoulder.

“…uh?”

To be exact, I was trying to knock.

Until I touched the shoulder blade of a skinny skeleton instead of the shoulder of my friend who had been by my side just a moment ago.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

Someone appeared from among the grass in front.

Skin that is not human-like and thin. Red eyes and pale lips.

The man laughed, showing his sharp fangs. It was a vampire.

“Hwa illusion magic….”

“Do you even know about ho-oh magic? Listening to what he said, he seemed to be quite smart, unlike other worms…

The vampire grinned. This hunt seemed to be successful.

“This is a more valuable item than I thought. “I can report the truth to the Baron.”

Only then did the boy look down at the leather bag he was carrying.

What I thought was a water bag given to me by a friend. What was sloshing around inside was not water, but a red liquid.

“Hey! Blood blood…ugh!”

“Don’t worry. “I won’t kill you right here.”

The anesthetic liquid in the blood quickly dispersed the boy’s consciousness. The vampire laughed and ordered the skeleton soldier to tie up the boy.

This hunt was definitely successful. We captured several human boys with young blood, and even a rare and smart one.

If you offer up a human being of high value as a sacrifice, you will receive a deserved reward. The vampire slowly smiled, dreaming of being granted new blood abilities.

“The blood spirit is gathering an army, so if you do well, you might be able to find a place there…”

“Ah, I finally found it.”

Rustling.

Then the bushes shook and a group of people appeared. The vampire furrowed his brow and quickly scanned the group.

A warrior who appears to have come down from the north. One dwarf and one boy. Two wizards and a woman.

Is this another prey? No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like he was born here.

Also, judging from the fact that I didn’t even notice it until it got this close, it’s quite a strong one. Where on earth did these guys come out in a situation where there was a truce with the Empire?

“Look at you rolling your eyes.”

The warrior grinned. The vampire hesitated and retreated without realizing it.

Now that I think about it, I couldn’t feel any of the undead minions that had been scattered around to catch the boys.

All that’s left is a skeleton soldier with a boy slung over his shoulder…

Wow!

As the remaining one collapsed with its skull split in half, the vampire was finally able to understand his situation clearly.

The vampire put his hands together politely without saying a word. The warrior who saw that attitude nodded and said.

“Now you’re opening your eyes nicely. “You need to be our guide.”

***

Humans live even in the land of the vampire counts.

Due to the nature of the race that requires vitality derived from blood, it is natural to allow human villages to grow on their own.

After the last Blood Demon War, the Vampire Count established a system where the vampires under his command could stably supply blood.

Information is blocked at the source level and villages are isolated from the outside world.

The gist of this system is to make those who are ruled believe that they are living a good life.

“It’s not like some other world version of North Korea.”

“North Korea? “Where is that country?”

“…no.”

Of course, it is impossible to completely control it even in Medieval Land, where communication and technology are not developed.

It was inevitable that people would try to escape or resist.

The human hunting that vampires did on the Count’s land was a culture of hunting such people.

“They say there is a spell hanging over every city or village. “So that the vampires know when it goes outside the designated range.”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

“And it’s hunters like you who catch people who stray like that.”

“Because we can’t do more than maintain our blood relatives with just the taxes we collect regularly. For the study of necromancy, we need fresh, high-quality offerings.”

If Lucia were here, this guy’s head would have been blown off with a single knife.

Anyway, without much torture or threats, the kneeling vampire obediently answered the questions.

Is it because he already felt a significant difference in level as he took care of the undead around him in an instant?

The moment he made a fuss, he seemed to instinctively feel that the ax that split the skeleton soldier’s skull was also splitting his own head.

“Hmm…”

After ignoring the trapped vampire’s testimony, Dallon looked around at the boys and girls who were passed out on the floor and the group in turn.

The total number of boys and girls who escaped from the village was six. Coincidentally, the number of people in the group was also six.

“You won’t be able to tell the gender or age of the spell.”

“Oh yeah. “The scope of application of the spell is very wide, so there is no such level of precision.”

“Then that’s it.”

Dallen stood up. He took out a few silver coins from subspace, placed them in the children’s arms, and nodded to the vampire who was looking at them blankly.

“Take those six people to the border and arrest us instead.”

“…yes?”

A vampire with an expression that I don’t understand. Dallon tapped the head of the ax on his belt and spoke again.

“For us, it would be a very valuable sacrifice. “Report us to the baron you serve.”