Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 257

257

Child of the Ten Thousand Dragons (4)

Kkwagwagwagwang!

Collective fire from hundreds of guns fired from the front.

[……!]

After being hit by a virtually zero-range artillery bombardment, Ah-ryong cannot even scream and falls to the ground like a rag.

[Get down and crawl on the ground, you lizard!]

Bjorn shouted, looking at the subdragon that was no more than a rag on the giant soldier’s shoulder.

It seems as if they have even forgotten the fear of dragons that has been imprinted in the dwarf race for generations.

Felber, who was nearby repairing the damage suffered by the giant soldier with the power of the realm, shook his head. He said.

“I’ve said it several times, but you need to deal with that hot-tempered temperament. “I should have killed a few more dragons while talking nonsense.”

“I was already thinking of doing that! “Rearrange the aiming lines of all batteries!”

Gug ugh…!

Hundreds of cannons aimed at the sky at the same time according to the master’s command.

A roaring sound as if the earth was shaking began to echo from inside the fuselage.

Based on the source of a unique image of resentment passed down through generations of the royal family, the power of the giant army is overloaded beyond its normal limits.

In fact, it is a huge gamble, with the fuselage not being able to withstand and being damaged, and the possibility of an explosion occurring from within.

Nevertheless, there was no other way to unleash firepower against a four-digit number of dragons beyond the constraints of hierarchy.

The dwarf raised his hand and wiped his forehead and shouted, pointing to the sky full of dragons.

“launch!”

Transmitted light!

Kkwagwagwagwang!

A barrage of resentment unfolds along with gunfire.

Firepower on a completely different level from previous bombardments.

With a loud roar, wings are torn like fabric by the flowering crater, and broken and crushed scales and bone fragments are scattered in all directions.

The Jinryongs, which had withstood the previous bombardment relatively well, were seriously injured and began to fall one by one.

Between the flesh and blood drops of their compatriots falling, the dragon army fell into confusion.

[――! ―――!]

[The giant soldier is fine! How!]

[Go up to the sky! It eats away your stamina!]

[No, the outnumbered one is over there! Just hit it!]

The dragons soar into the sky and the dragons dive in the exact opposite direction.

Due to the limited visibility and feel due to the bombardment, large bodies tens of meters in length collide with each other, creating chaos.

These dragons were promised an unlimited lifespan from birth, but that does not mean they do not know the fear of death.

Since aging and death are not natural fates, immortals tend to have a stronger will to live.

It was natural for uncontrollable fear to spread in the face of artillery fire that pierced the scales and skin and exploded from the inside, shaking the internal organs.

However, the person responsible for causing that fear also did not seem to be in good condition.

Rolling! Giggeek! Cheeeeee!

Plate metal glowing red. The sound of friction between teeth and pistons becoming rougher.

A haze arises from the heat boiling from the inside, and white steam billows out from between the gaps in the joints.

This was a phenomenon that occurred as the durability of giant soldiers quickly approached its limit. Beads of sweat formed on Bjorn’s forehead, as he was resistant to heat.

As the limit was reached, Felber, who was also riding on his shoulder, made a hand sign.

“Elle. Memento elegus.”

Wooooow……!!

A golden concentric circle circles the center of the giant soldier, improving its condition.

Rather than cooling down the overloaded heat, the concept is to turn the time zone back to before the heat occurred.

However, Felber, who was recovering the function of a giant soldier by constantly rotating golden magic, did not look very happy either. he asked.

“How long can you last?”

“About three times based on complete destruction level damage.”

Bjorn answered, scratching his beard.

“Anything more than that?”

“I don’t think we can guarantee.”

Pfft!

As if in response to those words, one of the giant soldier’s ten fingers stretched toward the sky exploded with a loud noise.

A finger that no longer regenerates no matter how much golden magic is gathered. Felber briefly clicked his tongue as he looked at that.

“Tsk.”

It was a natural result. Intervening in someone’s timeline is a very delicate and difficult task.

Moreover, the magic being performed now is a miracle that intervenes not in the physical body of another person, but in the product of the realm beyond the imagination.

A power that no matter how gifted Felber was, he could not have dreamed of it until recently.

It was a power that he gained in the nick of time after gaining a lot of enlightenment and putting it to good use during his fight with the Vampire Count, who was on the verge of life and death, and ascending to the 6th rank.

‘Nevertheless, you cannot interfere with the source of the image or restore the image that has been consumed.’

It was even possible to repair the broken plate of the giant soldier and restore its function.

However, in the end, it was not Felber who activated the giant weapon, but the power of the realm created in the fantasy world by the resentment between Bjorn and the Kaladrakum family.

And Bjorn’s mental strength, which wields the power of that area, was rapidly being diminished every time the overloaded giant was repeatedly damaged and repaired.

“Maximum reload speed for all batteries. “Ignore the heat of the gun barrel.”

“Tommy. Double the stacking frequency of magic resonance.”

But no one stops.

Behind Bjorn and Priest Valentino, who intensified their bombardment once more, the scene of the territory embraced by the party was once again displayed on the battlefield.

「The white secret sword that pierces the heart of evil」

「Sunyeolsangryu(純裂浪流)」

The white flame of Danma overflowing from Lucia’s sword body flutters as if it has its own will and desires the hearts of dragons.

「The soundless flapping of wings in the slums」

「Black and white people (黑浪白刃): Self-rescuing spirit (鳩靈)」 The

black and white feathers gathered together and took the shape of a huge bird comparable to the true dragon, flying through the sky with the blue dragon Akasha. He cut through the lines of the dragon army without mercy.

「Domain completely open: The light of the sky in Tak Baek’s eyes.」

「Yeopma Redemption Jin (獵魔拘束陣): Juryeom (周斂)」

“Hahaha! “It is the final legacy of the Sandwind Dynasty!”

Edgar, who had suffered quite a few injuries as his stamina had been depleted for several months, also stood up holding his shaking legs and used the power of the realm to suppress the dragons’ movements.

The pharaoh, who seemed to sense the end, charged at the dozens of remaining scarabs and several stone statues.

Kwagwagwagwa━━━━!!

A torrent of swirling magic winds.

The main town area is devastated, not only the buildings but also the ground.

The power of the transcendents, who are squeezing out more than their limits, and the power of the dragon army collide, creating damage comparable to a natural disaster.

In real time, in the middle of the collapsing ruins, Lucia plunged her sword into the beating heart of the real dragon and hit it like a meteor.

Kkwagwagwang-!

The scent of blood surging. A spinning vision.

The mysterious body of Jinryong itself is torn apart with the power of the realm, and he staggers back and raises his sword again.

“…cough.”

It was a difficult fight.

My mind and body are covered with scars from a long battle.

Even though hundreds were dropped, the group of sub-dragons and true dragons still numbered in four figures.

The Ark itself was a different battlefield from the battle that took place in the land of blood demons not long ago.

Against an undead army, you could survive with just the thought of taking time, but against a dragon army of more than a thousand, you would be lucky if you could not be pushed back even if you threw all your power.

“…….”

Even while scraping the bottom and exhausting possibilities to the limit, not even an inch of error or mistake is allowed.

If you mess up even a little, you die.

There was no one here, including her, who disagreed with that proposition.

However, no one in the group showed any hesitation.

They push themselves beyond their limits and do not hesitate to cross instinctive limits they have never crossed before.

The reason such a close fight could take place in the first place was because of the one person who was holding back the feet of the most powerful dragons, including the Dragon God.

“…Dallen.”

A warrior who is by far the strongest among the group and jumps into danger without hesitation.

A hero who faced an impossible battle head on and achieved a miracle by holding on to one possibility.

They say miracles are just superstitions until you see them with your own eyes.

However, there was no one here who did not watch the miraculous victories he achieved.

In fact, isn’t the fact that they are now standing on this battlefield because they owe their lives as a result of that miracle?

In the sewer. In the labyrinth. On the northern battlefield. In the land of blood demons.

“Big.”

I forcefully hold on to my arms, which shake like aspen trees, and take a step forward.

It was the moment when Lucia, scraping away her depleted mental power, once again affixed the white flame of the Danma to the holy sword.

[Sure…!]

The corpse of Jinryong, whose heart she had just torn out, suddenly opened its eyes and stood up.

***

“Whoa.”

Dallen took a deep breath.

Smoke flowed from the mouth and nose, healing internal injuries caused by repeated shocks.

[You are truly tenacious.]

Baekgeom, a warrior holding a pure white greatsword, muttered in front of him as if he was fed up.

[Not only was it not enough to endure too much without any boundaries, but you even thought about helping your comrades by accepting our joint attack?]

“After getting hit once or twice, it started to tickle. “I thought it would be okay to get hit in moderation.”

[Yes, it is a base necromancy. Just because you revived the corpse of a dragon, you don’t think it will be as strong as the dragon when it was alive, right?]

White Sword frowned. Dallen didn’t answer.

The skill he used even though he was overexerting himself was the S-class skill ‘King of the Dead’, which he obtained while retrieving the body of Dalum Jive some time ago.

Since it is a great magic that was the mainstay of the 7th rank necromancer who was Temomron’s second-in-command, the synergy with the corpses of the dragon army lying around will easily surpass that of ordinary necromancer.

As his skill level was low, he would not be able to fully bring out the true dragon’s power during his lifetime, but at least he would be able to serve as a support force that would be more than enough for his comrades to withstand the remaining dragon army.

[There is no answer. Well, you probably don’t have confidence yourself.]

Of course, there is no reason to clear up any misunderstandings as it takes time to activate the great magic formula.

Taking out his cards and revealing the principles of power in detail is something only a villain from a third-rate cartoon would do.

Cheeeee….

With the energy to respond, he spins the dragon’s blood and boosts his regenerative power to quickly heal his body inside and out.

When I glanced back, I saw that the dragon army, now reduced to about a thousand, was circling in the sky instead of rushing forward.

[Corpses rise!]

[Necromancy! A high-level necromancer is hiding!]

[―――!]

An echoing castle. From a distance, it sounded like the constant cries of a flock of crows.

Circling around the battlefield was also a sight reminiscent of a flock of crows gathering over a corpse.

The difference is that the flock of crows is constantly pounding the battlefield with countless spells.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

The city is crushed by artillery fire that is poured in without even proper aiming.

More than half of the spells destroyed the buildings and streets, and more than half of the remaining spells were blocked by the golden curtain and bounced off.

But the problem was the remaining half. A barrage of spells that steadily fall around the group and eat away their stamina.

Even if the dead dragons were resurrected and used as meat shields, they would not be able to endure indefinitely.

In that case, we should finish this quickly.

It was the moment that Dallen, who had made his judgment, took a step forward with the holy sword in hand.

[It is the power of the divine authority.]

The gray-haired boy, who had been silently observing the situation until now, broke his silence and opened his mouth.

[How did you gain power that your own hierarchy could not reach?]