Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 241
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Atonement (3)
Hunter’s Hut.
The first place you see when you start a new game.
This place, located halfway up the snow-covered mountain, was a starting point that was randomly generated across the continent for each play.
Literally, as long as there is a single snow-covered mountain peak, there is a possibility of falling anywhere on the continent.
If you want a specific location, you also need to be smart about it. It was a starting point option worth 3,000 won.
‘Anyway, these guys are crazy about money.’
The old Dallon thought so.
Now that the boundary between games and reality has become unclear, the position has become a bit ambiguous.
What is the identity of the game developers? Did they really know about this world?
This is something that is difficult to find out as we are busy trying to prevent the apocalypse. Even if I figured it out, it wouldn’t be particularly useful.
Anyway, even though the starting points were randomly assigned, they still had a few things in common.
The shape and size of the hut and the tools and materials placed indoors and outdoors.
And the narrow single road leading down the mountain is representative.
Rustle.
Dallen walked slowly along the narrow path, clearing away the brush that brushed his ankles.
In fact, it’s not even the right path.
Because it was more like a passageway created by the soil being compacted and the grass and branches being broken by the footsteps of hunters who walked the same route every day.
Dallen, who was going down the coniferous forest of the snowy mountain along the passage, stopped in front of a tree on the side of the road.
There was a tombstone under the tree. It was a tombstone.
[Chepe Lariev]
[Tsarist Eklahim Outer Castle Guard]
[~1131 Imperial Calendar]
Name and status.
Year of death, not year of birth.
The snow that had piled up on the black tombstone with only simple personal information engraved on it was in fact no different from a lump of ice.
Seeing that the tombstone was buried to about half its original height, it seemed like it had been a long time since the tombstone had been erected.
What on earth does this monument mean? While he was lost in thought and trying to crack open an icicle, a raindrop landed next to him.
[…Dallen.]
A soft voice. Dallen turned his head.
Jeokchang, an ancient dragon living on one of the peaks of the snowy mountain, was looking at him with somewhat ambiguous eyes.
She said.
“I know that the power of other world lines is important to you. However, this time the timing was not good.”
Slightly frowning eyebrows. A rare voice that seemed to reprimand.
Dallen shook his head. It seemed like there was some misunderstanding.
“I didn’t do it.”
[So…?]
“The necromancer who erected this tombstone did it.”
Jeokchang’s eyes widened slightly.
[I don’t know how or how you gain strength, but… I’ve never had anything like that before.]
“Nothing.”
[Then how…]
“I guess I’ll have to go ask that from now on.”
Dallen lifted his hand that was stroking the tombstone and stretched it toward the sky. Then a holy sword appeared out of thin air and landed in his hand.
Seeing that, Jeokchang nodded, pulled out a flame, and created a spear. She started to take the lead.
[We must find that necromancer as quickly as possible and end this fight. I am a being subject to your realm. As you set foot here, I also had no choice but to leave your comrades behind.]
Now that I think about it, Jeokchang was helping the rest of the party fight.
The moment Dallen’s consciousness left reality, the power of the completely open area disappeared, and the summoning of the Red Spear seemed to be canceled as well.
[The wizard is knocking on the door of the 6th level, but it is unclear how long he will be able to hold out with only the help of his disciple. Even if the remaining handful of dead are dealt with and the witches and dwarves join in, the same is true.]
Jeokchang spoke in an anxious tone. It was definitely not a leisurely situation.
The good news is that the flow of time here is very different from reality.
From what I experienced when retrieving the power of Blacksmith Dalukahim, there seemed to be a difference of about ten times.
[I think we need to find a necromancer first. It looks like it’s somewhere other than the backyard like it was at the blacksmith’s time…]
“Please stop for a moment.”
A large hand gently grabbed Jeokchang’s shoulder as he was about to go down the mountain.
Jeokchang looks back and tilts his head. Dallen’s gaze was directed to the foot of the mountain on the other side.
Strangely enough, the monuments that covered the snowy mountain were all facing in one direction.
Just as the headstones of a tomb where people are buried together face one direction.
Considering that all these tombstones were erected by one person, the design could not have been a coincidence.
Dallen continued, gazing across the mountain range in the direction of the tens of thousands of tombstones.
“I think I know where the necromancer is.”
***
Tsupat!
Electricity flashes and space is torn apart. Dallon and Red Spear walked out from inside the space distorted by blue electricity.
After becoming able to control brain damage with only one’s own strength, it was possible to perform feats like this without opening the area.
In one leap, I could easily jump tens of meters, and depending on how I wanted to, I could easily jump ten times that much.
Whieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
of the sharp wind blowing away the snow without permission, Dallen was fiddling with the handle of the holy sword.
The end of the cemetery covering hundreds of mountain peaks was in front of me.
In the direction where all the tombstones were facing, a man wearing an old robe was just trimming the dirt around one of the tombstones.
Dallen walked a few steps towards the man without hiding his presence. The snow crunched beneath my feet and made a crunching sound.
The man’s shoulders trembled as if he heard the sound. He said without looking back.
“Has the time finally come?”
The voice was hoarse and cracked.
After finishing the work by pressing down on the dirt with his bare hands, the man slowly stood up and bowed deeply towards the tombstone.
once.
twice.
third time.
After bowing deeply seven times on the spot, the man finally turned towards the two people.
“In the end, the time of eternal rest has come for me, even though I don’t deserve it.”
The man’s appearance was unexpected.
The black, solid-colored robe unique to warlocks had lost its color and was falling apart over a long period of time. A sharp wind blew in and out through the gaping hole, and the wide clothes inside were also in a state of tatters.
Dark shadows under the two sunken eyes. Two swollen and distorted hands.
“…….”
He looks too shabby to be a warlock who ruled an era at the beginning of the apocalypse and a necromancer who turned the entire continent into a sea of fire.
Even a back alley warlock who didn’t know how to open the gates of hell would be better than that.
It would have been more appropriate to call him a monk who had trained in the mountains for a long time, rather than a warlock.
Jeokchang, who had been silent, opened his mouth, wondering if Dallan was the only one who thought that way.
[Is that him?]
Dallon nodded.
Although it looked very different from what he remembered, the face was that of a warlock who had spent hundreds of hours training.
The dark magic that can be felt even faintly in a small body is also a clear trace of necromancy.
“That’s right. “Dalum Jive, the necromancer of Temomron and the god-killing warlock.”
“Indeed…this is someone who has reached the edge of true omniscience.”
The necromancer let out a soft exclamation.
“A person who has accepted the countless possibilities sleeping in the well of the inverted sky. A spectator who has witnessed the destruction of worlds, albeit through a narrow perspective.”
Long words like an order-maker.
The necromancer raised his trembling fingertips and rubbed his bushy face.
The hands that had been plowing the ground just now were covered in dirt, but it didn’t make much of a difference as the face was equally dirty.
“And you will be the only living person who remembers me.”
The necromancer lowered his hand. There was no sparkle in the eyes that looked at Dallen.
Only dull darkness settles in the pupil, which is like a deep sea.
The necromancer, who had been staring at Dallen for a while, asked.
“Are you surprised because it’s different from what you remembered?”
“A little bit.”
Dallen nodded honestly.
The image of the warlock burning the continent beyond the monitor remained vivid in his memory.
The rider of the apocalypse who destroyed the city with a few gestures from a ghost ship running in the sky with a dangling skull.
A necromancer who wields the power of hell as his own and commands over a million dead people with a single body.
If Daltarion was a character who had reached the end of pure magic, Dalun Jive was a character who had pushed black magic to its limit of growth.
And only in the case of the two characters, black magic was overwhelmingly more efficient than pure magic.
‘…probably reached the 7th rank.’
Beyond the monitor, it was impossible to know exactly about the power of the area. However, Dallon guessed that Dalun Jive had surpassed the level of a demigod.
As expected, there were only two characters in the entire episode who defeated the evil spirit.
One of them was Daeltarion, the lightning magician who defeated the fallen and decayed body of Xun, and the remaining one was the warlock right in front of me.
Daeltharion, who was at the end of the 6th rank, also suffered serious injuries after defeating X’on’s incomplete body.
Wasn’t it because he was killed because he couldn’t avoid the pursuit of his subordinate Great Devil that Dallon was able to retrieve the body to deal with Xun?
On the other hand, Dalun Jive not only won against the evil god Laphilem in his prime, but also proudly offered the Great Hell to his master, Temomron.
Of course, because of the last episode, it wasn’t the strongest episode.
Anyway, I never even thought it would look like this.
“…I guess so. Even you wouldn’t have been able to look into the well of Yeokcheon. “It’s natural that I remember that cursed image from when I was alive.”
“There is something like that. “This is the first time that you have drawn me into an image before I even touched it.”
Of course, I didn’t like the prophecy and all like martial artist Dalver or lightning magician Daltarion, so I thought they were going to give it a fight.
As soon as I opened my eyes, what I saw were tombstones covering a mountain range, so I never thought we would have such a rational conversation.
After hearing Dallen’s story, the necromancer immediately bowed deeply. He said.
“I formally apologize for that. “For inviting you here without asking your wishes.”
“…I don’t think you have the temperament to apologize this often.”
“It was like that. When I was alive. I also apologize for showing you an unscrupulous life. Please accept it.”
The necromancer answered while bowing. Dallen scratched his nose for no reason. Because of this, I felt like I had somehow become a bad person.
At this point, Jeokchang, who had been watching the situation without letting down his guard, looked at him as if he were really a warlock.
Feeling like he would be bent over forever if he left it like this, Dallon cleared his throat a few times and gestured toward the tombstone he had just erected.
“I’ll take it, so please stand up. “Shouldn’t you tell me what all these tombstones are?”
“…That is my atonement.”
The necromancer raised his head.
The eyes, which were already wide, seemed to have become more sunken.
He covered his face with his scarred hands, took a moment to catch his breath, and then spoke.
“It was a repentance that I was too lacking in what I could do during the time given to me by the heavenly arrangement.”