Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 236
236
Light of the Half God (2)
Apply the techniques of Bigeom and Tanryeong at the same time.
Let alone dodging, he crossed the path without even giving himself a chance to block.
「Military War Thunder」
Doo doo doo doo!
A storm of countless magical powers overturns the area around the altar.
Corrosion, fire, cold and lightning.
A sight where even the clock is distorted by the distorted gravitational field and the sharp tip of the wind blows through the space surrounding the altar.
It was a disorderly release of power that had been deeply imbued in the weapon for anywhere from a few decades to as long as a thousand years.
[Have you stolen the treasure of the Diamond Palace? However, if you depend on this piece of equipment, it won’t even be worth dealing with!]
The moment when the eyes of a blood spirit that looked fine despite the overwhelming artillery fire flashed among the armor that covered the area above the altar and the surrounding area.
“Lux.”
The weapons stuck through the floor all glowed brightly, and the power of the bullets raised the magical power accumulated over hundreds of years beyond the critical point.
Kwaaaaaa!!
An explosion fills the stairs.
A storm of magical power so magnificent that it covers 30% of the hall.
The entire walls and ceiling shake, dropping debris, and the upper part of the stairs cannot withstand the firepower and melts into sticky material.
Shock waves continued to echo throughout the vast hall and began to shake the very magic that maintained the hall.
[master! Success! Just once…!]
“No.”
Interrupts the excited devil. Eyes sparkling with magic light were looking into the explosion.
An explosion created by unleashing the magic power of dozens of relic weapons.
Amidst the storm that was cracking the very foundation of the magic that maintained the hall, the red body was casting its gaze in this direction with a proud smile.
[It’s quite good.]
The sound of a leisurely battle.
Throw in!
With a single stomp, the explosion is completely eliminated.
The eyes of the blood spirit on the half-melted altar were shining with a greed that could not be hidden.
A gaze looking at a desirable offering. It must be an instinctive desire to fully descend as the protagonist of the apocalypse.
Even when stabbing the necromancer who saw the end of the apocalypse, the look in the blood spirit’s eyes through the monitor felt exactly like that.
[It must be very delicious. I really like it. You could be a sufficient sacrifice to descend upon my true body.]
A grotesquely twisted, elongated tongue touches the lips. Dallen opened the subspace without any hesitation and pulled out a pile of more relic weapons.
Although each of them was a relic weapon worth more than hundreds of gold coins, there was no intention from the beginning to fight sparingly against the evil spirit.
The reason why they accumulated relic weapons, spending all the gold they had accumulated over the years, was with these non-standard fights in mind.
In battles between beings beyond the 5th level, the battle of numbers is as important as the size of power.
By using and discarding powerful weapons like consumables, he recreates the possibilities seen in the realm of Dalukahim, a blacksmith who rose to the throne of transcendence using only metallurgy and smelting techniques.
“Exy. Tatsum.”
The magical power of the spirit spread out once again and grabbed over a hundred weapons from the air.
Relic weapons that skip the preheating process and squeeze out the engraved supernormal abilities, falling down as a ray of light.
Under a scene where a rainbow of five colors seemed to fall like shooting stars, the blood spirit stared at Dallen without moving a single inch.
The person standing in front of him was Inyoung wearing a gray hood.
It was a vampire count.
“Manyong is only human.”
「Chamryeong Oksu(塹靈獄手)」
Saaaaa…!
The floor of the ruined hall bursts open.
Dozens of gigantic arms shoot out from cracks in the open ground at the same time as the cold energy sends a tingle down the spine.
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The pale hands flailing around the half-destroyed altar form a huge wall blocking the pouring weapons.
Although the palms and forearms were torn and pierced by the sharp weapons, it began to tear the skin and absorb the power of the impaled weapons to become a powerful Yin energy.
A transference that nullifies the bombardment of the relic weapon with just one technique. Even with the robe covering his face, it was not difficult to guess who the master of the technique was.
“…count.”
The most powerful necromancer in existence, excluding blood spirits.
A warlock who was the protagonist of the Blood Ghost War that took away the vast territory of the empire four hundred years ago and who maintained the Blood Spirit Altar for hundreds of years.
“I’m sorry I’m late, blood spirit.”
The vampire count, who lifted his hood and revealed his pale face, glared at Dallen once, then turned his head and bowed to the blood spirit.
The guy said.
“I had to leave for a while to kill the traitor Viscount Ravirusk who was running away.”
***
The Vampire Count joins
Even though only one person has been added, a tense silence falls in the hall.
It’s natural.
If the blood spirit is the spiritual leader of the vampire, the vampire count is no different from the actual ruler.
He is a 6th rank necromancer born as a high-ranking vampire and an old monster who has lived for such a long time that he is not inferior to the white-eyed seer.
Even for Dallon, who was determined to deal with the evil spirit and was fully prepared, it was impossible to deal with both of them at once.
The Count probably knows that too, which is why he can show his back so leisurely.
[What. It has been done. It was quite an exciting fight. Did you handle that child well?]
“Yes. His body has returned to dust. And that human warrior…”
[This is a gift that the child left behind. [He brought a very high-quality sacrifice.]
The blood spirit laughed. Blood-red energy flowed from inside the corner of the mouth that was pulled up.
The Count, seeing his master’s satisfied smile, bowed his head once again.
“In that case, it should be presented on the altar of blood spirits.”
The Count took a couple of steps back in front of the blood spirit, then turned around and extended his hand towards Dallon.
A magical power that forms and sways at your fingertips.
More than a hundred additional arms rose from the cracked floor in the monotonous hand sign created by lightly flicking.
「Chamryeong Jade Tree」
「White Death Spirit」
Inside the pale palm, the white-only eyes flash brightly.
The ghost’s long, black fingernails grasp the air.
Coo coo coo coo…!!
A wave of ghostly hands that was more overwhelming in both force and number than the arms of the previous time, which had blocked all the weapons fired by Dallen.
However, before Dallen could pull out a handful of weapons from subspace, a massive wave of magical power surged from the entrance of the hall.
[Elle.]
A magnificent sound echoes throughout the hall.
[Memento Elegus.]
Golden light falls on the cracked floor of the hall.
The moment the concentric waves swept through the space, the pale hands that were reaching out in a murderous manner stopped in the air.
「Domain opening: The hand of the earth that rewinds the spring」
[Memento Kasibolg.]
Cheeeeeee…!
With a strange noise, the cracked floor sucked back my pale hands and arms, as if playing a video backwards.
Coo!
The floor of the hall closed on its own as if the wound was healing as soon as the staff made from the keel of the terrestrial dragon hit the ground.
“…Wizard.”
“You are my opponent. “Don’t be distracted.”
Felber steps on the fallen door and walks in.
The old man’s brown eyes and long beard and hair were all stained with natural gold.
“I obviously ordered my subordinates to stop all of you.”
The Vampire Count frowned and glared over Felber’s shoulder.
In the hallway some distance away from the entrance door, a fierce battle was still in full swing.
Quagwang! Quagwagwang!
[―――!!]
The explosive explodes, the muzzle sprays red-hot pellets in all directions, and the arrows fired by the skeleton archers go back in time and fall to the ground.
A dance of dragon breath that sweeps away the rush of ghost knights from the cold front, and black feathers that pierce the heart and throat at the same time as they pass by the vampires chanting spells.
Even without Felber’s help, the rest of the party was engaged in a tense battle against the ghost ship’s vampires and the undead army.
When the Count realized that fact, his face contorted, and at the same time, Felber shrugged his shoulders and made a light provocation.
“It looks like your subordinates are a bit incompetent. Or perhaps we are too capable.”
The tip of the staff made from keel naturally depicts a beastman.
[Elle – Tulia Aculor.] As
soon as the short chant was finished, what appeared after breaking the floor were dozens of golems made of stone and metal, each about ten meters tall.
Each and every one of them is comparable to the golem he created as a dragon in the fight against the underground dragon.
Evidence that Felber had deeply studied the magic power of the Earth Dragon contained in the staff.
“Dallen, leave that blood demon to me.”
Felber said as he walked out between the rows of golems. Dallen nodded.
Felber is a talented person who reached the level of transcendence before Dallen.
He is a genius who starts from the image of the earth and controls the timeline, and is a transcendental person who has reached the end of the 5th plane.
Even if you can’t completely defeat the Vampire Count on your own, you can probably do enough to stall the time.
The moment he made his decision, Dallon’s feet were already in the air.
“Wizard. “How dare someone like you, wearing a mere human body-”
「Return」
Before the Count’s angry words could be finished, Dallen’s new form disappeared along with a gray shadow.
The next moment, it appears from behind the blood spirit, violently grabs its neck and kicks the ground.
「Stand step(踏步)」
Tooung-!
Two new types of beings rising up in an instant.
The ceiling of the hall gets closer, but it doesn’t stop.
Suppressing the magical power of the evil spirit that rebelled within my grasp, I added my strength and kicked the air even harder.
Kkwagwagwagwang!
It surpasses the speed of sound. Traces breaking the ceiling and tearing through the hallways.
The magic that makes up the ship’s body is torn apart with its bare body, grinding the blood spirit’s red body into friction that separates space.
Kwajijijiji-!!
The blood spirit was also not held in Dallen’s grasp forever.
With an explosion of bloody magic, the guy who escaped the cruel touch immediately turned around and waved both arms inward.
Cookie gigig!
The ghost ship’s hull distorts with hostility.
It was wriggling like the stomach of a living animal, narrowing the walls and ceiling, trying to crush Dallen’s body alive.
The Blood Spirit Altar is not just a physical altar where a throne is placed.
On a smaller scale, the entire hall where the throne was, and more broadly, the hull of the ghost ship itself can be said to be an altar created with the magic power of blood spirits.
And it was natural for the altar to follow its owner’s will. That was the reason why the ghost ship itself rushed to crush Dallen to death.
[Do you really want to deal with me alone! Although he was born as a mortal creature, he is a man who has reached the end of the sky!]
The blood spirit roared in laughter.
[You must be the warrior who killed Sun! However, he is just a ruined incarnation! A fool who couldn’t control even one of his base desires, was defeated by a mere human, and ended up in the Palace of Destruction!]
“…I know.”
Kwazijic!
Dallen, who had stopped the pillar rushing in from the front by hitting it with a large hammer, responded with slightly heavier breathing.
He knew it too.
That being, blazing with blood-red energy, is a power that cannot be compared to the incarnation of Xun that fought in front of the walls of Eclahim Castle in the north.
Unlike the fanatics who descended imperfectly, even lowering their own status through impulsive choices, they are beings who have perfected their physical status through four hundred years of arrangement and patience.
“But you know what?”
Cheeeee…!
Dallen opened his mouth, spewing out white steam, and lifted up his open lips.
A smile that reveals sharp fangs. It was the smile of a wild beast staring at its prey.
“The situation was worse back then than it is now.”
My muscles and intestines throbbed, and a bitter taste rose up from my throat.
If the keel bone had not been transplanted, it would not be surprising if the body had already been crushed.
However, unlike in the north, where the senses could not accept the name of Shun itself, even the shape could not be properly perceived.
Now, Dallen’s wide-open eyes clearly saw the blood spirit’s body composed of red energy.
“Anyone would be a hero if they gave up just because it was a difficult fight. “Breaking through impossible situations isn’t about brute force, it’s about courage.”
There seems to be a chance of victory.
That was enough.
Even battlefields where the odds of victory could not be discussed were overcome.
How can we face again the person who gave up his life and made the odds of victory in such a cruel battle by giving up so easily in the face of such difficulties?
‘The guardian of the frost above the sky.’
A battlefield where there was no chance of victory.
We reflect on the sacrifice that created hope through faith.
Not only did he sacrifice his life to stop the evil spirit, but he also visited him after his death and gave him the gift of an image of the earth blowing with frosty winds.
At the same time as the scene of the Tsarina’s territory is recalled, the image of the sword that captures its essence becomes concrete.
“Sword”
The next moment, the holy sword that was loaded on the cart with the dead Viscount’s skull jumped through space and was firmly caught in my grasp.
Ugh,
the Holy Sword cried. Dallen could see what that meant.
The will to defeat the incarnation of the evil god who descended by offering thousands of living sacrifices and deal an irreparable blow to his hell.
Could it be that the fighting spirit of the war god who cut down demons and evil spirits thousands of years ago flowed here through one of the twelve holy swords?
Dallen shrugged. The source of the will flowing from the holy sword was something that could be explored later.
What’s important is that he also has the same thoughts at this moment.
The moment the intention to defeat the enemy in front of me reached the scene beyond my imagination, the air surrounding me suddenly changed.
[What a foolish move…!]
The flow of magic power changed strangely in an instant.
Did I instinctively feel something strange?
The blood spirit, who had maintained a relaxed attitude until now, hurriedly stretched out both hands at the same time.
kudduddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…!!
The hull instantly contracts and turns into waves crashing in from all directions.
The mast that pierced the ceiling struck overhead, disintegrating the walls and floor, swirling around like a whirlpool and pressing down with its mass.
The sight of bone, stone, metal, and wood rushing towards each other with pure killing intent was a sight that gave rise to the illusion of standing alone in the face of a natural disaster.
It didn’t matter.
The only thing that can compete with the world is an equal world. This ghost ship, which was used for the descent of the blood spirit
of “Fully Open Territory,”
was nothing more than a mere ship compared to the world accumulated beyond Dallen’s image.
Coo coo coo coo ───!!
It’s shaking.
An overwhelming force of impact that starts from below and crushes the wave of bone and stone itself.
Dallen, who was looking beyond the image with half-opened eyes, engraved the scene of the pure white mountain range in his mind, lowered his blue sword, and the moment he said,
“The light of beginning shining down on the snowy mountain,”
blah blah━━━━━━━━!!
Huge mountain peaks rose above the barren land and dug into the bottom of the ghost ship, splitting it in two.