Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 25

Night of Silence (2)

Kueeeeee!

The corpse monster, whose lower jaw fell off, screamed.

Even though the lower jaw was shattered and part of the neck fell off, the scream did not change.

The way it screamed was not through its throat like a normal animal.

Huh-uh-

countless heads with white eyes sticking out from between the dozens of torsos and limbs that made up the creature’s body.

Hahahahaha

!

The head of an old man with white hair, the head of a woman with dark skin and a sharp nose.

Aaaah!

Whoa whoa whoa!

A young man’s head with half of his lips torn off, his eyes, nose, and ears crushed.

As if to prove the saying that hell does not discriminate between people, faces of mixed races and genders scream.

The screams it was screaming were an ensemble of colorful screams.

“…You’re really fucking up.”

Dallen frowned as he clung to the corpse monster’s upper jaw.

It felt like my ears were literally going to drop as dozens of people were singing along right in front of me.

He raised his sword with a frown on his face.

Kwazizig—!

The intestines and flesh stick together at the tip of the sword. Dozens of bones were split by a single sword strike.

The top of the head, which was shaking, was torn off from the body by the blow.

Sigh!

Dallen kicked the falling corpse and used the recoil to stand on top of the monster’s body.

Wow!!

Even though its head is cut off, the corpse monster still screams.

In the first place, it is not something that can be killed with an ordinary knife.

This monster is a monster made up of dozens of corpses held together by the magic power of hell.

Finding and destroying the magic core was the most standard hunting method.

Kwasik!

Dallen plunged his sword into the guy’s back.

The tip of his sword pierced the skinny man’s body. Several limbs that were entangled were also cut off.

On the back of a shaking monster. Dallen expanded his senses while holding the sword tightly to prevent it from falling.

Not the ordinary five senses or the sixth sense of a superhuman, but the magical power of a magician.

It was a feeling that I had vaguely felt since my magic level exceeded 10, but became clearly realized when I used the spell.

Suuuuuu

close your eyes and concentrate. Read the ominous flow of magical energy flowing within the monster’s body.

The magical power of hell that holds and carries dozens of corpses and grants an afterlife full of pain to those bodies that have already died.

With its high intelligence level, it calculates the flow in reverse and finds the center from which the magic power extends.

‘There you are.’

Dallen opened his eyes. He grabbed the deeply embedded sword with his right hand and raised his empty left hand into the air.

Once you’ve played with fire a lot, using spells wasn’t difficult.

Weave the magical wind flowing in the air and project and materialize the image of a flame.

“Ignel Lot.”

Good luck!

By chanting, the entity is created on the material world. After gathering the arrow of flame in

his

fist, Dallen struck the monster’s back with that fist.

Pfft!

A roaring sound that sounds like a drum being torn apart by skin bursting open.

Dehaman’s armored fighting skills, which exceeded 70% mastery, and Dallan’s extraordinary strength combined to blow a deep hole in the monster’s back.

At the end of the hole, a sphere of magic flickers in a dark red hue.

‘bingo.’

Dallen fired an arrow of flame held in his hand towards the center.

Grrrr!

Burning flames fueled by magical power are shot toward the monster’s core.

A magical core that is normally surrounded and protected by an armor of bone, muscle, and flesh.

Being hidden in the deepest part of the body means that it is the monster’s biggest weakness.

Yep!

The moment the arrow of flame collides with the magic core, a cracking sound is heard.

Kwaeeeeeeeeee!

Immediately after all the corpses that make up the creature let out screams of death, the gigantic body begins to collapse.

Rumbling –

a feast of flesh, bone fragments, arm and leg organs pouring down like a waterfall.

Pieces of the twisted corpse roll in all directions.

“Ugh…!”

The complexions of some of the Silent Company members standing in line turned yellow.

Duot, one of the wizards with a weak stomach, could not hold back his disgust and vomited.

Meanwhile, on top of the hill of bodies spilling out, Dallon was shaking off pieces of internal organs from his shoulder in a strange manner.

His head suddenly turned towards the mine entrance.

The end of that gaze.

The cart that had been smashed inside the mine began to rattle, and the silver masked apostle was seen slowly getting up.

***

“You truly are a great warrior. “You can’t believe you defeated the dead golem all by yourself.”

Silver Mask Apostle Rakhti said, with fluid dripping from her entire body.

The warrior’s ax was lodged in his forearm.

Although he couldn’t avoid it, he succeeded in blocking it with his arm in a split second.

Originally, his arm would have been cut off and an ax would have been stuck in his forehead.

However, even though they were mixed blood, they were able to survive because the skin of the Lizardman bloodline boasted great defense.

Even though he blocked a hatchet flying at an invisible speed, his arm wasn’t cut off, so it’s all said and done.

The impact caused him to be thrown against the wall of the mine cart, but the regenerative power granted by the Great Apostle was a miracle that allowed him to heal bruises of this magnitude with ease.

Sigh!

Rakhti pulled out the ax stuck in her arm. And then he threw it with all his might at the warrior in front of him.

Whirly!

A hatchet that flies as if splitting the opponent’s head in an instant.

He was sure.

Even if he dodges or blocks, this attack will leave a gap in the warrior’s posture.

‘And the gap thus created will become the first cornerstone of my offensive…!’

Whirling – ok!

That’s what I thought until the large warrior naturally reached out and grabbed the axe.

said the warrior.

“thanks. “For giving it back.”

Rakti looked dumbfounded and looked at the ax in the warrior’s hand. he muttered.

“…I must admit that I am not a warrior who can fight alone.”

Rakhti pulled out a large double-edged ax from behind her back.

A battle ax with an ax head the size of an ordinary person’s body that looks daunting just holding and swinging.

He held the object lightly and spoke with his vertically slit eyes shining.

“But you don’t have to deal with it alone. “The gates of hell have opened and the monsters that crave your flesh are already running towards you.”

As soon as those words were finished, the ground began to tremble as if they had made a promise.

Doo doo doo doo….

A low, clear sound flowing from deep within the mine.

Rakti laughed, revealing her sharp teeth.

That warrior staring intently into the tunnel must have the vision to see through the darkness.

Then he will be able to see it.

The sight of an army of hundreds of monsters running towards us, shaking the tunnel.

Rakhti said.

“But will you be able to fight not only me, but also an army of hundreds of monsters and a great master who has the power of a devil, on your own?”

“I’m not solo either.”

“…what?”

Rakti’s face became blank as she heard the word for the first time. The warrior who saw that laughed.

“I didn’t come here to fight solo boss battles, bastard.”

The warrior put his hatchet in his belt and pulled down his shield, holding it in his left hand.

And in that natural movement.

“Silence Company! Forward—”

“Atium—Merun!”

The wizards and soldiers who came with them began charging toward the mine entrance.

***

“Straight line – spread out!”

At Gawain’s command, the Silent Company disbands its formation and rushes out.

The company members quickly re-established a straight formation at the entrance to the mine and then prepared a defensive line with shields and weapons.

Whether or not he was offended by the lying corpses, his movements, refined through training, were as precise and fast as a knife.

And at the same time, it

flashes!

With the spell Felber cast, about nine dozen pieces of light the size of watermelons flew into the mine, emitting light.

Spheres that emit light so intense that it hurts the eyes, illuminating even the depths of the mine shaft.

Under that light, monsters running from inside the tunnel appeared.

Wow!

Wow!

The one running at the forefront was a distorted human figure.

Monsters who seem to have been created by breaking, distorting, and grafting people.

Each had a hideous appearance with three, five, or nearly ten limbs.

Some even had two heads or only half a head.

Cuung –

And then, slowly crawling out from behind them were giant dead golems similar in shape to those caught by Dallen.

The charge of hundreds of monsters and nearly ten dead golems was enough to trample even the defenses of the Silent Company.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

Behind the defense line.

Because the wizards of the Elgaia Tower had just signed the second spell.

“Elle-baladum!”

“Elle Lot!”

Kkwagwagwang-!

Stone arrows pour down like rain. Huge stalactites sprouted from inside the tunnel.

The target of that sharp and hard tip is the screaming, crawling golem of the dead.

Kwasik! Sigh!

Kwaeeeeeeeeee!

The golems could no longer move forward due to the sharp earth spear digging into their sides.

“…what!”

The silver masked crocodile man shouted in an embarrassed voice as he struck down a hail of stone arrows with his axe.

Dallen said, smiling at the guy.

“I told you it wasn’t solo.”

“What kind of thing is that?”

Burbubbuk!

A rock arrow that tears through the guy’s shoulder and thigh.

The horse was an arrow, but it was no different from a spear made of stone, so even if it hit the target, the skin was torn.

Gawain said with this clenched sound as he looked at the crocodile man dripping with slimy blood.

“Dallen. “I will deal with that guy.”

Come to think of it, the Silent Company commander has a personal grudge against that crocodile man.

Dallen unconsciously remembered one of the small settings in the game and nodded.

The experience level was a bit disappointing, but it wasn’t the time to worry about such things.

The immediate battle was not at a great disadvantage, but in any case, the devil was summoned and the gates of hell were opened.

Summoning a demon is extremely difficult, but summoning a monster is not that difficult.

Since monsters are basically led by the devil, as long as the devil leading them appears in the material world, a larger number could have crossed over.

‘It may vary depending on the stability of the Hell Gate, but after a certain period, there will be a high probability that a similar number will be summoned.’

There were only two ways to prevent that.

Close the gates of hell opened by the devil by pouring out magical power or divine power.

‘Or, beat the summoned demon and reverse summon it with the gates of hell.’

I couldn’t choose the first option with my current abilities, so the second option was possible.

In order to beat the demon in time, there was no need to waste time here.

Leave the monsters and apostles to their colleagues, and Dallen must go to deal with the great apostles and demons.

Fortunately, the experienced Silent Company commander and senior wizard were able to accurately understand the situation.

“I will take care of you, old man.”

“Don’t worry.”

Looking at Felber, who was smiling while making endless hand signs, Dallan was able to confirm once again that his past choice was right.

Dallen slowly relaxed his legs. The Silent Company was already fighting against the leading monsters.

Due to the wizards’ constant support, the monster’s attack has already been significantly weakened.

The Silent Company’s defense line will not be pushed back against those who are lucky enough to make it through the shower of magic.

Jang! Jang! bang!

“My family you killed! “Do you remember?”

“Your mother’s soft flesh was impressive! “I didn’t know that the ragmaker’s son would become a ragmaker again!”

Gawain also began to trade offense and defense with the crocodile man.

A fight he should have overcome at some point, with his weaknesses and resentments terribly intertwined.

Because of this battle, his abilities and heroism will grow even further.

‘Now all I have to do is do well.’

With that thought in mind, Dallon raised the corners of his mouth, strengthened his legs, and kicked the ground.

Quaaaang!

His new model shoots like a cannonball.

Leap once again, stepping over the huge horizontal stalactites.

Quagwagwang!

In an instant, the surrounding scenery passes by like a stretch. When it started to slow down, it stepped on a stalactite and jumped again.

The back of the dead golem or the structure of the tunnel wall were also good footholds.

He leapt over the monster army with dozens of leaps, then stepped on the ground and started running again.

Clap-dad-

Dallen ran without hesitation.

In hundreds of playthroughs, there were a few times when cultists used this mine as their base.

Therefore, it was not difficult to guess where the great island might be.

Now what becomes important again is what kind of demon he summoned.

‘Anyway, he’s a guy who serves an evil god, so even if he was cornered, he wouldn’t have summoned a demon from another camp.’

The thought didn’t last long.

This is because the cult’s headquarters was not deep in the mines.

The end of an abandoned mine shaft.

Dallen stopped in front of a pile of rocks.

Originally, the structure was such that the rocks moved and side paths were revealed using the spells of the established cultists as codes.

Crrrrr!

Dallen just used his strength to knock down the rock pile and continued running along the hidden path behind it.

How long did it run like that?

The side road, which was wide enough for two men to pass, became an open space.

Whoosh –

the wind swirls in the wide cavity, fluttering Dallen’s shaggy hair.

A space as large as a sewer cavity with a huge altar for evil spirits in the very center.

Around the altar, close to five hundred corpses were scattered around in a haphazard manner, and each one had their skin peeled off or their stomachs were split open, with their internal organs spilling out.

Death after terrible torture.

The gates of hell were opened using the screams and curses in the process as sacrifices.

In front of the oval-shaped portal shining with dark red light above the altar.

The Great Apostle wearing a bronze-colored mask with dozens of tentacles hanging down his back turned to Dallen.

“Welcome.”

The guy said.

“The gods are paying attention to the great battle, the hero who wants to avoid the countless paths of destruction to come – 100,000!”

Pow!

Dallen’s ax stuck in the guy’s face. Dallen gently shook his hands.

Maybe it was because he threw a little harder than usual, but the speed was such that even Dallon himself had difficulty keeping up with him.

Looking at the Great Apostle who had fallen with an ax stuck in his face, Dallon pulled out his sword with an indifferent expression.

“I know he didn’t die in one hit.”

He said.

“So stop the damn thing and get up.”

“Hehe, I have a good feeling.”

The Great Apostle stood up, supporting his body with his tentacles. He was laughing with his face cracked from being hit by an axe.

And Dallen could see.

The letters lined up above his head.

[The body of the sixth Silver Mask Apostle was found.]

[The body of the captured Great Warrior was found.]

It was a sight that I had never seen before: two messages floating side by side.