Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 233

233

Camouflage Infiltration (2)

Rumbling….

A distant thundering sound. The walls and floor of the banquet hall were shaking.

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling also swayed back and forth due to the impact. The sight of the light swinging left and right like a pendulum seemed to be dancing.

Viscount Ravirusk, who was watching the frantic dancing with his brows furrowed, soon sighed and lowered his head.

He said.

“Sometimes crazy things happen in life.”

The entire banquet hall was a sea of blood.

The floor, which had been cleaned by the maid every day, was covered in internal organs and flesh.

The table made from Tsarist wood fell into pieces and could only be used as firewood.

And on the sofa in the middle of the banquet hall, the person who had created all this tragedy was bobbing around with his legs crossed.

Of course, it wasn’t just the legs that were twitching. The warrior was also clinking the ax in his hand.

“If you live for four hundred and thirty years, you will experience a lot of such crazy things. As a human being, you live roughly the life span of seven to eight people, so you experience roughly seven to eight times as many crazy things. But you know what?”

“what.”

“…Of all the many incidents, there has never been a day as absurd as today.”

The warrior did not answer. He was just clinking his ax with a sullen expression on his face.

An emotionless face that makes you wonder if it belongs to someone who doesn’t show any emotion.

Looking at that expressionless expression, the Viscount recalled two hours ago.

Even then, the warrior with such a sullen face was clearly bound in strong chains.

‘Dear Viscount Ravirusk, please forgive me for visiting without permission in advance. The quality of the game I caught this time was so good that I came without permission to give it to you while it was as fresh as possible.’

The Baron bowed his head and dragged his warriors and companions in front of the castle gate.

And as soon as the castle gate closed behind them, the ‘hunters’ turned around and started slaughtering the castle guards.

That was an incident that happened two hours ago. After that, it was as obvious as looking at the banquet hall that was a sea of blood.

The warriors and their companions invaded the banquet hall, destroying and killing everything that stood in their way from the castle gate.

And even the vassals in the banquet hall were killed in an instant, and he was clapping his ax like that, laying out conditions that could not be known as negotiations or threats.

“Do you know that it has been 150 years since this fortress was breached?”

“Do I need to know?”

“…This is what happened when I took over Viscount Jeondae’s fortress through legal procedures in accordance with the laws established by the Count.”

“I wasn’t curious. “Why do you keep listing unnecessary information at the negotiation table?”

“…….”

What kind of negotiation is this if it’s unnecessary information and nonsense and there is no intention to continue the conversation?

Viscount Ravirusk felt burned inside by the warrior’s attitude, which he wrote as a threat and read as a negotiation.

In fact, under any circumstances, he, a high-ranking vampire and a 5th rank transcendental person, would never have been threatened so one-sidedly.

Before that, they would have quickly killed the enemies that had infiltrated inside and severely punished the baron who let them in for treason.

The viscount and his undead army are among the top ten viscounts under the Vampire Count.

In any case, only a small number of people could have infiltrated the inside, and there were no defenses against it.

The problem was that most of those few enemies were transcendents of the 5th rank or higher.

In the case of the Baron who was to be held responsible, only his head was already rolling around near the sofa.

“Stop talking nonsense and make a decision quickly. Are you going to do it or not?”

Moreover, the conditions demanded by the warrior who came in to overthrow the fortress were truly awe-inspiring.

“…If I sacrifice you and your companions at the Blood Spirit Altar, then you will save my life?”

“exactly. “I’m giving you a chance to survive instead of dying here.”

“Did you, by any chance, impose the same conditions on the baron rolling at your feet and the hunter under his command?”

“It did.”

The Viscount tilted his head. It was clearly the ax swinging over there that knocked the Baron’s head off.

So is there a guarantee that I won’t be killed?

Of course, if he asked that question, the ax would stop swinging and fly towards its goal, so the Viscount spoke a little differently.

“…Why did you kill the Baron?”

“I said I would give you a chance to survive, but I didn’t say I would save you.”

“what?”

The warrior shrugged his shoulders and said.

“Think about it. “Even if I had saved him in the first place, would he have been able to survive?”

The Viscount shook his head. If that were the case, he would have personally charged him with treason and killed him.

“That’s it. I’m just giving them a choice. “Are you going to die here and now, or are you going to look for an opportunity to run away when I have a fight with the blood spirit?”

Rumbling…!

The banquet hall is shaking again. The Viscount closed his mouth and raised his head.

The distant thunder sound was part of the area opened by the warrior in front of me.

Dark red clouds pouring down rain of fire and lightning. Even after summoning it to the inside of the fortress walls controlled by the castle owner’s own magic, the warrior did not appear to be struggling at all.

Moreover, his companions were fighting against undead forces throughout the castle at this very moment. Judging by their presence and abilities, there are several clearly transcendent-level strongmen.

Even if they manage to outwit the warrior in front of them, who is presumed to be a demi-god, how will they be able to withstand the siege and pursuit of several transcendental beings?

The calculation was fast. The Viscount rubbed his itchy forehead with his fingertips and opened his mouth.

“…I will guide you to the Blood Spirit Altar. Please give me time to prepare.”

“Now it makes sense. “They say he lived for four hundred years, but it seems he hasn’t wasted his age.”

“…….”

“I’m waiting with my companions in an empty room. “Don’t think nonsense.”

A warrior gets up from the sofa and leaves the banquet hall. The Viscount stared blankly at the back.

A chain appears in the air, an ax is handed over to him, he cleans it well, and then returns it to his belt. He even scratches the back of his head at the door and mutters to himself.

“hmm? In 400 years, it’s still green? That’s because it’s your species. By human standards, he is too old…”

Boom.

As the heavy banquet hall door closed softly, the dark red clouds that had filled the outside of the window slowly dispersed.

The Viscount then sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was confident once again.

That guy is crazy.

“…I don’t know where the altar is. “Even if I skip a few procedures, I have to move as quickly as possible.”

And from my four hundred and thirty years of experience in life, I knew that I shouldn’t mess around with crazy people.

***

Even though he said he needed time to prepare, the period requested by the Viscount was not very long.

According to Dallen’s experience beyond the monitor, offering a sacrifice to the altar of blood spirits requires quite a complicated process.

High-ranking vampires directly under the altar visited to verify the sacrifice, and only after the verification was completed did they decide a time and place to meet.

Of course, I negotiated rather than negotiated because I thought that the status of a viscount could simplify the product verification process.

‘Even so, it’s only three days. Even skipping the sacrificial verification process.’

It would have been impossible without the Viscount risking his own head to guarantee the offering. Did the negotiations work that well?

Certainly, when dealing with beings who have lived for a long time, it is often more efficient to sit quietly and have a conversation rather than swinging an ax all the time.

[Dallen. What you did to that vampire is usually said to be a threat, not a conversation.]

There seem to be some people who think a little differently. There are so many people in the world, so their thoughts must also be diverse.

While sitting in the cart on the way to the meeting place, Dallon thought so and lifted his chained hand to scratch his chin.

At that time, I suddenly felt something falling. When I looked down, I saw that the chains binding my hands were broken.

“Dallen. “The chain is broken.”

“Tsk. “They say it’s a chain that binds the sacrifice, but I don’t know why they made it so weak.”

“It’s not that the chains are weak, it’s that you are strong. Just wait and see. Tommy, you can do what you learned, right?”

“yes. Elle – memento elegus.”

Ugh……

Golden light brightens up the dark carriage.

Tommy, sitting across from the cart, took his mentor’s advice and began to rewind the timeline of the chains that bound Dallen’s hands.

“You’ve increased a lot.”

“no. “I’m still only a thousand compared to my teacher.”

A blonde young wizard who shakes his head but doesn’t lose focus.

He was a disciple brought in by Felber when he was a senior wizard, and despite his humility, he had grown to a considerable level.

It seems like only yesterday that I was kidnapped from the sewers by a group of frogmen controlled by an excommunicated brother, and was in danger of being reduced to nothing more than an experiment.

Before I knew it, I was able to not only assist Felber’s spell that interfered with the timeline, but also manipulate the timeline without the teacher’s direct intervention.

‘If you think about it, Parun’s skills have also improved a lot. As I went through the growth period, I grew taller and my muscles became quite muscular.’

Farn.

A boy who was once hired by Galios Merchant Marine as an unregistered mercenary.

Now, he had officially joined the Holy Knights and was taking the steps to become a full-time knight after becoming a trainee knight.

Lucia heard that the person teaching the boy was Edgar Reinhardt himself, the leader of the Holy Knights.

If the leader, called the ‘Guide’ after receiving a revelation from the God of War, called him ‘Young Sword Saint’ when they first met, there was a good chance that the boy would also make a big contribution someday.

‘Even though I lost an eye and an arm to the Ash Witch. ‘I guess that’s all that matters.’

Just because you have a disability in some part of your body doesn’t mean you can’t become a hero.

This was especially true in this world where all kinds of spells and even mystical gods were real.

Didn’t that monstrous leader also have the nickname of the One-Armed Sword Saint, having lost not only one arm but also both eyes?

[You seem to have a lot on your mind. Are you worried?]

‘No. ‘I wasn’t worried.’

[If so?]

‘Well.’

Is it a dim hope? Or is it just mild excitement?

I used to get a strange feeling when I looked at the sprouts blooming as a counter to the apocalypse after being sidetracked from the future that had been fixed for hundreds of episodes.

Perhaps this is especially true because in many episodes, Dallon tried to end the apocalypse on his own rather than gathering his friends.

Anyway, it didn’t feel bad. After gathering his thoughts, Dallen turned his head and looked out the window made of bone.

Doo doo doo doo…!

A cart made of bones was running through a desolate field.

Since they were on their way to offer sacrifices directly to the altar of blood spirits, it was natural that they were not going alone in the cart.

Surrounding the cart were dozens of skeleton chariots, over a hundred ghost knights, and a huge guard of strange undead creatures with dynamically twisted bones and muscles.

Dallen and his party were riding in the back of the cart located in the center.

Dallen raised his hand a little more cautiously this time and said, scratching his chin out of habit.

“You’re slowing down. “I think we’re almost at the junction.”