Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 237
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The light of a demigod (3)
Hwii……!
Under a sky covered with dark clouds.
The biting wind blows through my clothes along with the white flakes of snow.
Dozens and hundreds of mountain peaks spread out widely, almost blocking half of the horizon.
The desolate land that we traversed for several days in a skeleton carriage can only be seen as a solid gray line at the edge of the distant horizon.
[How.]
The blood spirit slowly turned his head and took in the sight of the vast realm before opening his mouth in a trembling voice.
[How can a mere human….]
“Does it have such a large area?”
[…simple width is not the problem. The imagery that a person harbors….]
“I guess the question is, can there be so many different types of imagery? “Unless you have multiple personalities, you cannot have multiple hearts.”
[…….]
The blood spirit’s eyes fluttered shut and its mouth closed. At this level, it is no different from a set repertoire.
It seems like the writer isn’t doing the creative work he was told to do, but just copying and pasting the lines.
Dallen, who thought he was imagining something really foolish in his passing thoughts, tugged at the corners of his mouth and twirled his sword once.
Huh –
With that simple movement, the magical wind in the area bends, and the air lets out a faint cry.
Dallen was silent for a moment and then answered.
“well.”
How was it possible to embrace so many mental scenes at once in such a large area?
It was a difficult problem that even Dallan himself had not been able to solve yet.
Before, I didn’t even think it was strange.
It wasn’t long after I fell into this world, and at a time when game knowledge was everything, the realm was just an unknown power that couldn’t be clearly seen even beyond the monitor.
However, I now know that I have overcome the wall of transcendence by building up a hierarchy and have met many hidden people and transcendents who were hiding all over the continent.
The fact that no other realm of transcendence is the same as one’s own.
“Let me tell you in advance, I am not a genius. “Even though I had the best body, I struggled for months without knowing how to use it.”
Many magicians who have been called geniuses since childhood feel their limitations and despair in front of the wall of transcendence.
Extra-terrestrial beings who were gifted with extraordinary talent and had overcome the wall early on were also able to organize the landscape of the realm within a single context.
It’s natural.
In order to overcome the wall, you must overcome the past and fully accept the present.
In order not to go crazy with the aspects of the future that you will inevitably recognize in the process, you must firmly determine the direction of the image you have chosen and move forward.
The same was true of the Tsarina, who protected the vast territory of the North, and of Aliat, the seer who sat in the depths of the Diamond Palace for a thousand years and read the future.
This is why even the scene of the realm of Daeltarion, who reached the limit of lightning magic and defeated the evil god Xun in the middle of the apocalypse, was placed under a single image and context.
Even the transcendental people of the 6th level, who are said to be at the level of demigods, did the same.
How could he, who was just a pot-bellied man in his thirties and not a genius who appeared once every hundred years, be able to embrace so many scenes alone?
“…Perhaps the areas spread out here are not just my imagination.”
[That’s nonsense!]
The incarnation of the evil god let out a roar. The guy said.
[How can you accept someone else’s heart as your own? He is able to incorporate a scene that he did not create himself into his own area. That’s impossible.]
Dallon shrugged silently. The nonsense was correct.
All of this could not be explained simply with the tens of thousands of won worth of DLC that appeared beyond the monitor.
As the Successor DLC, which recovers the traces of characters over hundreds of episodes, was explained as the souls of countless world lines sleeping in the well of Yeokcheon in this world.
There must be a hidden part of him that has not been discovered yet, even in his realm that appears to be fine even after absorbing so many images.
Even though he had accessed countless secrets by spending tens of thousands of hours behind the monitor, there were still many things he did not know in this world.
Kugugugu…!
The exact center of dozens of mountain peaks.
That pillar of light that fell on the top of the highest mountain was also one of those secrets.
‘It first appeared when I was awakened to the complete opening of the realm.’
Full opening of the area first awakened when wiping out the rat people in Lvivbach Forest.
The towering snowy mountains and scenes of the realm were familiar to Dallen, but the pillar of light that suddenly crashed down on the mountain peak was not.
The only thing that can be guessed is that the light is similar to the light that filled the screen when the game started.
In any case, what was clear was that there was a secret hidden in both the body he wore when he landed on this continent and the world of images that he did not know about.
‘It’s not something to think about right now.’
It is definitely important to explore and delve into your own strength.
However, all that training and research is only meaningful after defeating the enemy in front of you.
In other words, it would not be wrong to say that all the training and actual fighting that had been done so far was preparation for this one fight today.
Jerk.
I take a step forward, stepping on the snow that is up to my ankles.
After spinning the holy sword, he extends it straight above his head and throws it high into the sky.
Wedge-!
At the same time as the holy sword disappeared between the clouds, the gray sky and earth in the distance trembled, pushing its power to its limit.
Hwiiii…!!
The moment when the blizzard on the snowy mountain read the owner’s will and became so strong that it was impossible to see an inch ahead.
Whoosh –
Dallon’s body disappeared from its place amidst the white-covered clock.
「Hoemyeong(回冥)」
Gray shades flicker. Dallon’s new form that appeared through the air amidst a blizzard. Immediately after
the “Twenty-Four Four Mountains,”
the same new form of Dallon pours in from all directions, forming a huge siege network centered on the blood spirit.
[Master!]
Chrrrrrrrr!
Chains protruding from dozens of passages connected to subspace took out relic weapons and placed them in Dallen’s hands.
[What a talent…!]
The moment the blood spirit’s fingertips swung forward, backward, left, and right, embroidering red letters in the air.
「Closed Snowy Mountain Sky」
「Daehajuyeom(垈煆柱炎)」
The dark clouds covering the sky showed their teeth.
Kugwagwagwagwa–!!
Press down.
A feast of fire pillars that started from dark clouds and cut through the sky, crushing the blood spirit magic that had just begun to sprout.
Wherever the fire descends, ankle-deep snow turns into vapor that obscures vision, and the heat itself bends the air and distorts vision.
A virtual hell that descended on the snowy field.
The blood spirit waved his hands once again in the middle.
Then, the energy that made up the red body stretched out and turned into two huge blood-red greatswords, which were held in both hands.
The guy shouted.
[Go for it!]
There was no reason to refuse.
Through the gap between fire and heat, the warrior’s new form crosses the snow field.
Twenty-three clones and one main body, seemingly indistinguishable from each other, ran at the same time, holding a variety of relic weapons.
It was the moment when the twenty-four curves that surpassed the speed of sound converged into one red dot.
Blah blah blah blah ────!!
The red sword strikes the green spear. Lightning explodes from the struck iron ball. Turn your body to dodge and strike back by stabbing the tip of your sword. A dagger that bounces and stabs with a shield in front.
Half a step sideways. Approach diagonally with one step. Twenty-five pairs of footprints intertwined in a dizzying manner. Even if they gather around one point, they disperse like a flock of butterflies, securing space to perform the spell.
In each breath, hundreds of attacks and defenses are crossed, and without a single wasted hand gesture, all movements draw beasts and magic circles in the air.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
The only thing that can be heard frivolously is the explosion of air driven by the endless feast of magic and spells.
The space that cannot overcome the pressure becomes no different from a vacuum, and the limbs that have lost even the minimum resistance move even faster, showing speed beyond their limit.
The shock wave not only blew away all the snow covering the area, but even the ground beneath it was split apart like a spider web.
In an exchange of attack and defense that went beyond Sangni, the blood spirit was single-handedly receptive to all attacks.
[Such a monster…!]
Every time a relic weapon is damaged, Arbor, who opens a passage to subspace and gives a new weapon, is horrified.
It’s not just about dealing with dozens of sloppy clones.
The alter egos of Dalver, a martial artist who blew down a mountain peak with his bare hands, have been unleashed by pushing the power of the ‘White Sky of the End’ to its limit.
In fact, they are beings that are not much different from the main body, created by bending the supernormal ability to manipulate space to the limit with only the body.
Not only physical abilities such as strength and agility, but also judgment and technical skills are similar to the original.
Moreover, Dallen’s level has long since surpassed that of Dalver during his lifetime. Even though the power of the area that was limited to eight was increased to three times.
[That’s pretty cool! However, if this is the end, it would be better not to even think about confronting the final sentence!] It
is a situation where he cannot even inflict any significant damage against a single enemy.
Blah blah blah!!
One and twenty-four are intertwined. Power and authority collide with blue blades and bounce back.
It is a battlefield where the entire space itself is distorted and even the heat of the downpour is disturbed moment by moment.
‘It’s not about detecting and avoiding attacks.’
Even in the midst of thousands of battles racing through his mind, Dallon went one step further and tried to read the blood spirit’s pattern.
‘prediction? prognosis? Rather than reading it out, it’s closer to deciding the result in advance and putting it together.’
The tip of the spear is aimed at the blind spots of the five senses and energy senses.
At the same time, the trajectory of the sword is designed so that it is impossible to deal with.
As if he had read the process and flow in advance, he blocked it, let it flow, avoided it, and countered it.
It’s as if the process is being forcibly created with the outcome of receiving it confirmed.
It is the power to hold and wield cause and effect itself, even in a local concept, beyond the realm of technology or numbers.
‘This is the existence of divine power.’
The seventh hierarchy.
A state of omnipotence where the true bodies of the evil gods, the masters of the five great hells, are reached, not the fake gods presented by the imperial pantheon.
Is it possible to show at least some of the remnants of the hierarchy in this way, even though it cannot exercise the full power of the hierarchy as an incarnation?
The situation was hopeless enough for Arbor, who had been watching the entire fight, to be so shocked.
‘I wonder when it wasn’t like that.’
I lightly trampled on the fear of death that rose up in my heart and aimed my will towards the dark red clouds that covered the sky.
「Closed snow mountain sky」
「Thunderstorm(雷濫)」
Gurgling ──!
Hundreds of lightning strikes fall like rain.
「Area Resonance」
「The Gray Sky at the End」
「Double Heaven」
The gray colored earth responded to the sound of the sky and raised the limit of its power.
「Blue Thunder: Resonance」
「Blue White Flower」
The moment when the heavy rain of blue thunder tore the space between the pillars of fire, covering the sky and the ground and erasing even a single shadow.
For the first time, a clear wound appeared on the blood spirit’s body made of red energy.