Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 234

234

Camouflage Infiltration (3)

Rattling! Shake!

In the middle of a desolate field with no human beings to be found. The skeleton cart carrying game to be sacrificed slowly slows down.

After the guards surrounding the area took a wide stance, it wasn’t long before the cart came to a complete stop.

“Open.”

The owner of the cart, Viscount Ravirusk, got off his skeleton carriage and snapped his fingers.

Then, at the owner’s command, a ghost knight opened the door at the back of the cart.

Immediately, those who got off the cart were, as usual, the people who were to be presented as sacrifices.

However, these people feel a little, or even a lot, different from the usual offerings.

“There is a faint hint of salt in the air. “Is it near the coast in the southeastern part of the county?”

The first was a female wizard wearing furry fur over black leather armor and carrying a long, thin sword at her waist.

“Eh, tsk tsk. What would you do if you lived for 400 years? “I can’t even drive the cart properly, so it’s shaking all the time.”

“…….”

The dwarf was grumbling and scratching his bushy beard, and then the boy with blue-white hair was glaring at the viscount with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

“viscount. “It might be a bit of a no-brainer since we won’t be seeing each other soon, but considering we’ll be running for days, it might be a good idea to make a little more ventilation.”

“…Let me find out.”

“Earth-type magicians are surprisingly specialized in this area, so why not invite them over? Since magic towers are often built underground, it is easy to drill ventilation holes. Oh, please exclude our magic tower. “Elgaia does not deal with blood demons.”

“…I’ll keep that in mind.”

An old wizard who taps the ground with his staff and makes useless comments.

And even a young blonde wizard who follows him like a shadow without saying a word.

Every time the ‘sacrifice’ was handed down one by one, the Viscount felt like his head was pounding for some reason.

He rubbed his temples and stared at the skull cart.

There are a total of six offerings to be presented today.

Not one person has yet gotten off the cart.

Thump –

the sound of heavy footsteps.

The cart tilts sharply, as if it is rocking backwards.

Turn it off…

The bones strengthened with black magic let out an ominous sound, as if the wooden planks were screaming.

For a moment, there was an optical illusion as if the darkness inside the cart was shimmering. The Viscount took a step back without realizing it.

“…It’s narrow.”

That shimmer was a warrior of enormous stature. A man whose size could easily fill the door of a cart that would allow one person to pass through.

The man stopped for a moment inside the door, then almost broke the open door halfway and came out.

Wow! Kwasik!

The door frame broke and the open door fell with a thump. As the Viscount looked at the bone fragments flying around, he felt his pounding headache getting even worse.

The warrior, who had doubled the back door of the skull cart, brushed off the bone fragments from his shoulder as if nothing had happened.

He said.

“I need to reinstall the door to a larger size.”

The Viscount furrowed his brows. Well, I guess I’ll have to put it back on. Because you just broke it.

“Of course, if we return to the fortress with the head safely attached to the torso.”

“…….”

“I’m telling you to do your best, Viscount. “Relax your expression.”

A hand patting your shoulder as if encouraging you.

Every time a bear-like hand taps his shoulder, the strong vampire’s body visibly sways.

Quickly! Quickly!

The chain that bound my hands shook with my touch and hit my ribs like a whip, which was an added bonus.

“answer.”

“…Thank you.”

Dallen nodded and took his hand away with a satisfied look on his face. If someone speaks, it is polite to answer.

After confirming that the oriental manners he had instilled in him over the past few days were well maintained, he turned away from the vampire viscount and headed towards his companions.

As soon as the group got off the carriage, they were looking around. Of course, there wasn’t much to see.

This is a barren field where it is difficult to find a single tree or blade of grass, let alone people.

On the land that extends far to the horizon, only loose dirt and stones are spread out as if they were copied and pasted.

If a blackened desert existed, would it look like this? As I was thinking such trivial thoughts, Felber opened his mouth.

“That’s strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“I looked a while ago and there are no signs of witchcraft or magic anywhere around here. “It’s not even hidden by genjutsu.”

In that short period of time, was it possible to sweep across this vast wilderness without any fluctuations in magical power?

The power of a realm that directly deals with the timeline that not even Dallon can control. The talent that allowed that divine supernormal ability to flourish was indeed of an unusual type.

Felber continued speaking, gently stroking his beard with his chained hands.

“You said that the Blood Spirit Altar is constantly moving, so I also looked at the sky. Because it could end up floating like the sky fortress of Warsaw. But I still can’t see anything..”

The old man’s eyes flashed golden light.

“I guess it’s one of two things. “The Viscount either mistook the destination… or came intentionally differently.”

“…no. “This is the right place to meet.”

“You just said that. “Can you prove it?”

Ssssssssssssssssssssinging

the surroundings without a sound.

The Viscount took a step back, holding his slightly trembling hands.

Contrary to his seemingly decrepit body, the density of magical power flowing out far exceeds expectations.

Come to think of it, in the surprise attack a few days ago that destroyed his fortress in just a couple of hours, the old wizard’s magic was far more efficient than that of other superhumans.

Even though more than two hundred years had passed since he ascended to the 5th rank, the old wizard’s magical power showed an insurmountable wall.

The end of the 5th hierarchy. It means a being extending its hand over half a body.

Just when I was wondering if this was the end, a low, deep voice came between the two.

“Old man. “Have you even looked under the ground?”

“hmm?”

The pressure subsided in an instant. The Viscount stuck his tongue out as he looked at the old wizard, whose expression instantly changed to that of a benevolent grandfather.

Meanwhile, as Dallan said, Felber’s gaze, which was looking under the ground, stopped at a certain point. the old man asked.

“Dallen, no way, I…”

“That’s right.”

The wizard’s face hardened upon hearing the answer.

His eyes, looking down somewhere deep in the ground, showed an unusual level of alertness.

The other party members looked at him and looked at him with puzzled expressions.

And the next moment.

Dedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!

The ground began to shake as if there had been an earthquake.

***

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It’s boiling over.

Like water drops falling on a heated stone.

Like hot spring water next to a volcano with bubbles constantly rising.

The sight of the entire black earth sizzling for hundreds of meters was something difficult to accept as reality.

The toxic, acrid smell of coal stings my nose, and the hot air from the rising air dries out my skin.

Dallen took a deep breath, feeling the dragon’s blood heating up inside his lungs, and fixed his eyes on the boiling ground far away.

Uuuuuu….

The end of that gaze.

Between the boiling mounds of dirt, an elongated object was slowly rising, accompanied by a strange howling sound.

“…That.”

“The mast.”

As soon as Dallen responded to Bjorn’s absent-minded muttering.

Throw in!

An elongated object suddenly rose up, revealing its complete form above the ground.

Woooooooo……!

A chorus of screams echoed across the earth.

Three pillars made up of hundreds of human bones assembled like a puzzle.

It was a mast made of bast spliced together to make a sail and tied with tendons and muscles instead of rope.

“…oh my god.”

The ship had a mast with strange characters engraved on it, and its hull was also the result of densely stacked human bones.

Charred skeletons move about on the deck, and on the side of the ship, dozens of pairs of oars that look like the arm bones of giants stir in the air.

Each of the four anchors hanging below the ship was a writhing dragon’s skull, and the thousands of faces attached to the stern let out an endless chorus of screams.

“That’s why I said it’s difficult to get in even if you know the location.”

Dallen spoke calmly as the group looked up at the huge ghost ship with blank faces.

“The Blood Spirit Altar is inside that ghost ship. “It would be impossible to dig down a tunnel thousands of meters deep.”

A desolate space beneath the earth where the dead are buried, where not a single ray of sunlight shines and even the concept of time is forgotten.

The Blood Spirit Altar was the heart of the ghost ship drifting in the underworld.

“…So what do you plan to do now?”

Did the appearance of the ghost ship regain some of your courage? The Viscount came up to Dallen’s side and asked cautiously.

Dallen shrugged. What should I do?

“Is there anything special? “Just do it like you did to them.”

“To me…?”

“Go inside. Break it.”

Crazy guy. The Viscount’s expression distorted. Although he could see swearing in his eyes, Dallon added without paying any particular attention.

“The deal is not over yet. “It means it’s up to them to get us in there safely.”

Tuk. Tuk. A hand like a bear’s paw tapping heavily on your shoulder.

Dallen raised the corners of his mouth as he watched the Viscount flinch every time his shoulder was tapped.

***

Boarding the ship itself was not as difficult as expected.

As we climbed up the ladder made of woven ribs, a high-ranking vampire of the baron level came out to greet the group.

In fact, according to my experience beyond the monitor, it was normal to go through all kinds of procedures and processes even before getting on the ship.

The reason he doesn’t do that is because the Viscount probably followed all the procedures and processes behind his back.

I don’t know, but if it weren’t for the Viscount’s own life, he would have risked the title of Viscount.

“Baron Angelach.”

“Viscount Ravirusk.”

After a brief greeting, the high-ranking vampire leads the Viscount and his group into the hallway below the deck.

The Baron looked a bit puzzled at the strange appearance of Dallan and his party, which could hardly be considered a sacrifice, but he seemed to think it was not his place to interfere, so he led the party without commenting further.

It was also because Dallen and his companions were skilled enough to hide their own powers.

While walking down the hallway for a while, the Viscount suddenly opened his mouth.

“Seeing as you have come, it seems that the Count has returned.”

“yes. We embarked with the Count near the southwestern border. As the Blood Spirit ordered, we are gathering our troops and heading to the Count’s castle.”

“Hmm…I see.”

The Viscount’s gaze glances back at Dallan and the group behind him.

Look at this bastard. Dallen slightly raised one eyebrow.

The Viscount’s thoughts were obvious. The Vampire Count is also a being who attained demigod status a long time ago.

If there was a blood spirit that descended not long ago and a vampire count, I guess it might be worth a try here.

Without saying anything, Dallon patted his waist.

Although there was no particular ax attached to it, the Viscount was startled by just that and quickly turned his head away.

“Why are you doing that?”

“…No. “I checked the condition of the sacrifices.”

“Now that I think about it, it’s been a long time since the Viscount wanted to present an offering in person. “The quality of the offerings that have been offered in the past has always been good, so the Count is looking forward to this again.”

“Right. okay. “You’re looking forward to it.”

The ghost ship was much wider than it looked from the outside. Even when calculated using Dallan’s keen sense, the scale was already far beyond the physical size of the ship’s hull.

Since this is where the evil god’s altar is located, it would not be strange if the concept of space itself is distorted.

After walking down the long hallway for a while and going down the stairs several times, the group arrived in front of the huge door.

“The Count and the Blood Spirit are waiting.”

Well… the

door started to open.

Because it was a metal door as big and tall as a city gate, it was so slow that it took an entire year to open.

At some point, Dallon smiled and raised his hand as he looked at the back of the Viscount’s head, who was breaking into a cold sweat.

There was no need to hide it since we had come this far.

Release the suppressed presence and take full control of the wind of magical power.

Regardless of whether there is one or two boss mobs, there is only one thing to do when the boss room opens.

The moment the right hand touches the waist, a gap opens in the air and a strand of cold chain delivers the ax from subspace.

[Please come in. My child who came a long way to prove his loyalty – hmm?]

Before the voice coming from the crack in the door could finish speaking, a disc of dim light disappeared inside the crack in the door.