Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 235
235
Light of the
Half-Body (1) Netting –
A disk of light that flashes and skips through space and disappears.
There is no way that a high-ranking vampire would not realize that it is a relic axe.
“What…!”
“Why now… no, not this!”
While the two vampires were confused by what was happening in front of them, with no time to do anything, Dallon looked at Sienna and narrowed one eye.
“I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“However much.”
「Stand step(踏步)」
Tooung-!
The warrior’s body becomes blurred.
A new model where magical power gathers in the air and accelerates with a sound like a bowstring being flicked.
Food!
“Hahaha! “Take the bomb, you bastards!”
Numerous feathers billow behind his back like a storm, and the dwarf’s shout, igniting the wick, echoes through the hallway.
Dallen didn’t care. All you have to look at is the front.
All I see is a massive gateway that opens and then stops, and a huge purple skull embossed in the middle of it.
To-doo-doo-kkkkwang!!
Rushing forward, kicking the air one after another. His new model instantly became faster than sound.
The moment when the air pushed out by the reckless charge becomes a shock wave and sweeps through the wide hallway.
The fist, tightly closed and swirling with magic, was split in half and touched between the eyes of the purple skull.
「Haptu Fist」
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breaks through.
The cutting edge of a fist that goes beyond simply crushing metal and tears apart the magic system behind it.
This gateway leading to the Altar of Blood Spirits was able to overwhelm the gates of most cities just by the strength and weight of its metal.
Add to that the dozens of defensive techniques that have been accumulated over hundreds of years, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the most strongly defended place on the Blood Spirit Ghost Ship.
Druddudduddu─
At the moment of collision, magical energy and magical energy rebound and swirl.
Ignoring the fragments of magical energy that were tearing my skin, I kicked the air and took a step forward.
The magic power that started resonating from the wing bones and ran all the way to the fists was twisted into a five-branched spiral.
「Iron Strike: Yeojungsae(閭重碎)」
The powerful energy gathered in the shape of a sharp spear tip extended beyond the fist, crushing all of the dozens of magic defenses engraved on the door.
Ujijijijik- coo!
The gateway is torn apart.
It looks like the joint in the middle is cracked open after being pushed open by force.
Like the door of an old inn, the tattered hinges eventually break under the weight.
Dallen stepped on the fallen door panel and entered the gate.
[…It’s been four hundred years.]
It was a huge hall.
Floors and walls grotesquely made of bones and stones. High ceilings like those found in royal palaces.
At the end of the desolately empty hall was a staircase made up of hundreds of steps.
Dallen looked up. A throne was placed on the altar of blood spirits on the stairs.
[A being, both incarnated and true, appeared that inflicted damage on my body.]
The being sitting on the throne had the shape of a human.
A human figure made not of flesh, blood, internal organs, and bones, but of an eerie red energy.
Clang!
The relic ax fell from his fingertips to the floor. It was an item that Dallen had thrown outside the door.
The being on the throne raised the corners of his mouth and stroked his forehead with his hand.
The scar on his forehead was already healing quickly.
Dallen slowly took a breath and walked forward. After destroying the incarnation of the evil god Xun, the reason why he came down from the far northern Eclahim to the southernmost tip of the continent was before his eyes.
[welcome. Warrior. I am the father of all undead and the ruler of beings who refused to die.]
A human with red energy opened his mouth. The texture of the guy’s prime was dripping like blood.
[The source of necromancy and a monarch worshiped by necromancers from all over the continent. of death and corruption…]
“Temomron, the evil god of corruption. And the blood spirit, the god of vampires.”
[Hoo. You know about me.]
“Okay. “I know very well.”
Dallen nodded. He continued, taking out another ax from subspace.
“How can I forget when I still vividly remember being stabbed in the back by you?”
[The body of the screaming necromancer was found at the end of the apocalypse.]
The upper part of the forehead of the blood spirit, who had already completely healed. The letters embroidered in the air have only one meaning.
The truth was that the evil god Temomron was a traitor who ate powerful subordinates who had been loyal to him at the last moment of the post-apocalypse.
***
There is no law that says you can only walk the right path toward your goal.
At least, that’s what Dallon, who was sitting in front of the monitor before falling into this world, thought.
At that time, he did not choose any means to achieve the one goal of clearing.
It was a time when they did not hesitate to awaken the entire Sandstorm Dynasty beyond the western great desert from hundreds of underground tombs or blow up the barrier tower of the labyrinth city with explosives, claiming that they would easily descend into the depths of the labyrinth.
It was also around that time that I dabbled in necromancy. This was while I was looking for a way to clear it as a warlock.
‘There are five evil spirits in total. If you wanted to play as a warlock, you had to choose one of those five.’
Laphilem was only interested in the elves across the sea. The Dragon God did not accept humans as subordinates.
Unless you purchase the different race DLC, there are only three evil spirits to choose from.
After being stabbed several times in the back by Enaxagus before the end came, and finding out that Xun, who was easy to deal with, was a stone-head crazy about fighting, the options were reduced to one.
‘To go under Temomron and become a necromancer.’
An episode in the latter half of the episode that started like that.
Dallen was able to turn the last page of the apocalypse by standing on the side of the evil god.
‘The necromancer God will punish you forever…’
I heard the curse left by the demon slayer Lucia with her last breath next to the body of Edgar, the leader of the Holy Knights.
‘Is the river of fate bound to flow in its natural course in the end?’
Beneath the burning ruins of the Diamond Palace, the white eyes of the seer faced a single tear.
The Tsarina’s Eklahim Palace was destroyed.
It caused massacres in the Three Kingdoms of the East.
The second Blood Demon War turned the imperial capital into a city of the dead, and drove in an endless army of undead, completely trampling the guild union in the west.
Even from behind the monitor, the massacre was not entirely happy.
Although it was just a simple polygon and a piece of data, the sight of people losing hope before their eyes remained uneasy in a corner of my mind for a long time.
He endured it all and survived until after the destruction of the world.
I thought survival itself was the keyword for clearing.
‘But even after the entire continent burned and the earth turned into hell, the game wasn’t over.’
I felt empty and gave up the game for a long time.
When I turned on the game again, more than a month had passed.
Since this is an episode that survives until after the apocalypse, I thought I would go down into the labyrinth and find out if the Wish Stone even exists.
As soon as I turned on the game, within an hour, I became a sacrifice to the blood spirit with a knife stuck in my back.
‘How did that necromancer feel?’
Dallen had thought that way sometimes since he found out that every episode was real to someone.
What kind of impressions did the warlock, who became the chess piece of the apocalypse and turned the world into hell, then was betrayed by his master and met his end, leave behind after his death?
And there was only one way to know that.
Defeat the blood spirit standing proudly on the altar, find the necromancer’s corpse in its debris, and inherit the throne.
‘Arbor.’
[Yes, master.]
Sigh!
A passage to subspace that opens as soon as a signal is sent in the head.
A strand of cold chain takes the hatchet out of subspace and settles it fluidly inside the grip raised above the shoulder.
Fingertips lightly drawing arcs. Immediately afterwards, the hatchet disappears in the air.
Wedge – Kwasik!
The disk of light that skipped through space was unable to completely penetrate the protective shield that had formed in front of the blood spirit’s nose and became stuck.
[This is an excellent thrower. But it won’t work twice.]
The blood spirit laughed. It was a bitter laugh.
“It won’t work twice. But that’s it.”
Dallen smiled and raised his hand once more. Then Arbor’s Chain took out another hatchet and placed it in his hand.
As it is a journey to deal with the incarnation of an evil god, Dallen did not leave the labyrinth city without any preparation.
While strengthening his own abilities through research on mystical skills and keel transplantation, Dallon decided to solve the problem of silver and gold rotting in subspace.
The method he chose was to appropriately utilize the auction house tickets, the chaos before and after, and the connections at Geumgang Palace.
He almost monopolized the auction house, buying up all the relics and weapons released on the market, and even opened the treasure trove of the Geumgang Palace and brought in more in the name of compensation for the defense of the labyrinth city.
Kiiing….
This hatchet, with its strange sound and the blade of the harsh wind, is also one of the relic weapons obtained at that time.
He added, stepping forward with his left foot as he saw the blood spirit’s expression faintly twitching from the magical power of the magic trick flickering from the axe.
“Can you guarantee that it won’t work even if you take it 100 times?”
[……!]
「Stand back」
Tuung –
the sight soars with a puff. The high ceiling of the hall gets closer in an instant.
The altar at the top of the stairs, which I had to bend my head to look up, was now visible far below.
Wedge –
He waved his hand towards the red human figure who stood up in front of the throne.
Sigh!
Before the ax reaches its target, he raises his hand again.
Wedge!
As soon as I feel the grip of the handle, I throw the ax again.
Wave sounds that overlap in an instant. Dozens of flashing afterimages.
At the same time, additional passages to sub-space opened in the air and began spitting out relic weapons such as short spears and long swords.
“Exy.”
The sandstorm dynasty’s coal spirit becomes an intangible wave and takes control of Mugu.
“Tassum.”
While the second bullet is not in reach, its ability goes out of control, unleashing maximum firepower while maintaining a narrow margin of self-destruction.
Kiiiiing…!
The golden trident imbued with the bright blue light of thunder is the ‘Spear of Calpheon’ that was left to rot in the warehouse of an unknown rebel in the Golden District.
Chii-
The rapier that exudes ominous energy and corrodes even the surrounding air is the ‘Tooth of Lilith’, which was stored in the treasure trove of the Diamond Palace.
There are dozens of weapons that emit various types of light and distort even space, and all of them are lethal even against transcendental beings.
These are all items that Dallon has personally handled at least once or twice out of hundreds of times or has given as gifts to colleagues he was with at the time.
[Where on earth did you get this…!]
Doo doo doo doo—
It doesn’t even give them time to continue their battle.
Relic weapons imbued with deadly magic and magic poured down like a torrential rain, decorating the hall with dozens of colors.