Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 260
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Camellia (2)
There was no need to say anything else.
The moment the two dragons’ eyes met each other, they instinctively knew that one of them had to die on this spot.
Boom!
The ground crumbles and the gods on both sides disappear. Moments of fierce sword flashing like afterimages dozens of times throughout the area.
Blah blah blah blah!
A legion of dragons began to fly, leading the injured body from behind a sharp attack that could not be clearly seen with normal visual acuity.
[――――!]
[――! ――!]
Hundreds of compatriots were torn apart by a single strike of God’s sword, but such a thing was only a trivial sacrifice in front of the great will.
The owner of the Great Dragon Hall, who has been followed for thousands of years, is someone who must be protected even at the cost of their lives.
Wedge-!
[……?!]
However, their wings could not reach the warrior.
This is because the heavy rain from Mugu, which covered the other side of the hill in black, exquisitely blocked the gap between them.
「The blacksmith shop where the dragon’s breath disperses」
「The master of all ills」
Kugugugugugu!
Ten thousand worth of weapons decorate the sky.
Each piece is comparable to a high-grade relic weapon. A darling of will, built up over countless hours by the best blacksmith.
Amidst the arrows flying in irregular curves and straight lines, the inky cavalry lance emits a strange sound.
A green jade-colored electric charge falls like a thunderbolt, followed by a mace with a bright red curse energy, scattering blood drops.
Puuuuuu!
Lined up in the depths were armor reinforced with dozens of techniques.
They are similar to the Living Armor that only high-ranking necromancers can summon, but they possess destructive power and magical power far exceeding that.
Like living knights, they stand on top of their barding, each holding their weapons, and form a wedge formation.
It was an instant when the waves of armor that rushed in with the sound of the trumpet of advance collided with the dragon army carrying the power of the Great Dragon War.
Transmission and transmission─────!!
Two waves collide and break.
On one side, waves of cold metal. On the other side, waves of hot blood and flesh.
The pouring dragon’s breath repeatedly melts and crystallizes the ruined land, and on top of it, half-melted weapons and dragons entangled all over their bodies are scattered like trash.
Dallen and the Dragon God’s sword strikes flashed on the ground filled with broken metal and dragon blood.
Sugagak!
Tilt the spear and let out the tip of the sword. The boy’s steps are approaching. A thrust left fist.
He sweeps his waist, throws the ax high into the sky, and extends his hand toward the approaching fist.
A martial art that naturally combines the techniques of armor fighting and martial arts fighting. Weave the fist together like flowing water and shake it to the side.
Throwing!
“nice…!”
Even after shaking off the magic armor, my forearm feels tingly from the friction. The red, torn skin is rapidly regenerating, and the cutting edge of the white sword strikes again, targeting the gap.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
In a split second, the spears and swords are intertwined nearly a hundred times. The moment he managed to shake off the tip of the spear and widen the distance, a metallic light flashed in the sky above the Dragon God’s head.
Doo doo doo doo!
The axes thrown high in the sky struck down like lightning, multiplying into hundreds and causing a carpet bombing of the entire area.
Dallen looked sideways at the tattered spear as he watched the relic ax destroy the entire area around the Dragon God.
‘Tsk.’
The mithril spear was already half-used.
Even though it was a weapon made by the hands of the legendary mithril refiner Leberon Ahakim, it appears to have had difficulty withstanding the Dragon God’s sword.
It’s natural. The dragon god in front of you right now is not an incarnation, but the true body.
He is an evil spirit of the 7th rank called Shinwi, the master of the great hell and the announcer of the end.
If Dallen hadn’t put a lot of magic into the spear every time, it wouldn’t have been surprising if it had been shattered into powder a long time ago.
‘The Holy Sword would be the best weapon, but…’
It can’t be used now.
The Holy Sword, which was refined again in the hands of Dalukahim, was putting all its power into neutralizing the power of domination possessed by the Dragon God.
Among the relic weapons of subspace, there must have been some that were quite useful. It may not be as durable as Leberon’s Mithril Spear, but it can be used somehow if it is covered with additional features.
[Do you have time to think about anything else when you are in the presence of God?]
“…!”
The moment I thought that, the tip of the Dragon God’s sword was very close to me. Dallen reflexively raised his window and blocked it.
Uzz━━━━━
A loud noise as if hard fibers are being crushed.
The spear breaks in half and the remaining impact hits the ribcage and abdomen.
Pfft!
The body floating in the air flew faster than sound and landed at the bottom of the ridge.
Sunken ribs. Blood spurts out from the crushed intestines.
“…Cough!”
[I admit it. Your skills must be the best among mortals. Even among the transcendents of the Diamond Palace who have kept us in check for a long time, there will be no one who can compare to you.]
Jeopuk. Jerk.
Footsteps on a pure white snow field. The boy climbed the ridge in just a few steps and stopped in front of the cliff where Dallon was stuck.
[Your world is mighty. The scene containing dozens of origins is something that not even I have ever seen. If it is as predicted by the well of the inverted sky, these would be fragments of endings originating from dozens of parallel worlds.]
“…….”
[But did you really think that it would rival God to that extent? Even if you had dozens or hundreds of origins, your body could not escape the hierarchy of a demigod.]
The boy laughed. It was a leisurely smile.
[Before the Great Hell, your image is no different from any other mortal realm. It means that you are just a human being.]
***
Kugugugugu…!
The balance weight of the two waves that were tensely confronting each other in the sky began to tilt.
The dragon army, having figured out the nature of the weapons, began to avoid direct conflict and began to eat away at the durability of the weapons, focusing on techniques and breath.
Of course, even if such a response had been delayed, it would have been difficult to gain the upper hand.
With the added power of the Great Dragon Battle, the dragon army has become stronger than before, even though its numbers have decreased.
Wajikkeun! thud!
The distorted armor begins to fall to the ground one by one. A corroded and rusty spear sword fell like a fallen leaf next to it.
The warrior, the protagonist of the prophecy, was looking up at the sky in silence.
My shattered ribs and internal organs had long ago recovered, but I didn’t even think about getting up.
[okay. There is no shame in giving in to overwhelming power.]
The Dragon God laughed once again. He slowly approached the warrior with the tip of his sword stretched out.
Just like this, you kill the protagonist of the prophecy and receive the blood of Jeok Chang. If we dismantle that body one by one, we will be able to recover Cheongrin’s heart and the remnants of his right gauntlet.
That would have more than made up for the loss of a significant portion of the dragon army. Then, other great dragons, including the first roarer, who were hesitant, will also follow his steps.
The end is an inevitable conclusion anyway. What was important to Yongshin was the stake.
‘I should be thankful to the protagonist of the prophecy. He even personally eliminated his rival before bowing down to me.’
Since Sun and Temomron were defeated once each by the protagonist of the prophecy, there were actually only two remaining competitors.
All we have to do is deal with Laphilem, who has set up a base across the sea like a fool, and Enaxagus, who is quiet for a while, as if he is up to something….
[Hmm?]
The steps of the Dragon God who was approaching Dallan stopped. Something was holding his heels.
‘Ugh…’
I looked down and saw a small, translucent spirit body. A child crawled out from under a dark tombstone, his small hands clinging to his heels like gum.
Although it was a weak spirit body that did not even need to be shaken off, the Dragon God frowned in displeasure.
Where did that come out of nowhere? Since when has that dark tombstone been there?
“You’re right.”
[…What?]
“I am neither a god nor a hero. I’m just a human being. “A very ordinary person…or rather, a person who was far short of it.”
The dragon god raised his head. The warrior who had been staring blankly at the sky stood up again.
“He was a young man in his thirties who was addicted to gaming. “I was such a reclusive loner that not only my friends but also my girlfriend got tired of me.”
[…….]
“Let alone being filial, I was a nerd who hesitated to see my parents’ faces even once a year, and even at the company where I managed to get a job, I slowly began to get pushed down the promotion list.”
Stories you can’t understand.
Yongshin tried hard to understand the context, but despite his efforts, his gaze was constantly distracted.
What caught his eye were the countless monuments.
Tombstones filled the entire snowy mountain that did not exist just a moment ago.
“My game characters were the opposite of me. Everyone did their best with their lives. Even if the direction was wrong, unlike me, who sat down in despair, I tried to find the answer. “No matter what the outcome is, the real heroes are those people, not me.”
[…These.]
Around that time, the Dragon God’s pupils got a little bigger. I realized the identity of the tombstone.
The black tombstone was a work of art made with the power of black magic.
The color and finish look as if a high-ranking warlock had removed the magic power from the body and polished it one by one.
A delicacy that is difficult to imitate even for a necromancer of considerable skill.
There were hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of such tombstones.
Even the Dragon God, who has lived for thousands of years, has no idea how long it took for this scene to be created.
“Those heroes had expectations of me, so how could I betray those expectations?”
Dallon concluded while patting one of those tombstones.
“One life without responsibility is enough. “There are no second regrets.”
“Echoes of souls spreading through the graveyard”
Uuuuu!
A sound that begins to echo throughout the snowy mountain.
A chorus of mournful melodies echoes from the depths of the valley to the mountain peaks.
Dallen gently poured magic into the tombstone. Then, something stirred beneath the snow field and it woke up and stuck its head out.
It was the spirit body of a young soldier who must have just turned twenty. Dallen whispered softly, looking at the blue eyes beneath the helmet.
“You’re probably listening too. A promise is a promise, and innocent souls will not suffer.”
‘Uuuu……’
“However, just as your repentance that lasted for nearly eternity has finally come to an end, these people should also be given a chance to shake off the terrible regrets of their lifetime.”
‘Ugh. Oooh…!’
“These are souls who lost family and friends right before their eyes. “Even if it means dying, I have to stab the devil once.”
Plop! puck!
As soon as he ends his soft whisper, hazy spirits appear one by one from beneath the tombstones that fill the mountain range.
Hundreds of thousands of vengeful spirits, with blue fire burning in their eyes, glaring at the Dragon God and the dragon army under him.
[The scene of the Divine Wisdom…impossible! This is not a scenery permitted to you. This is not an image you can control!]
The dragon god, seeing the ghosts rising from the ground, was frightened and shouted. Dallen nodded silently.
What he said was not wrong. The realm of necromancer Dalum Jive is a realm of the 7th plane that he cannot yet master.
However, what he is doing now is not controlling and controlling the souls sleeping under the millions of tombstones.
All you have to do is gently wake them from their sleep and show them that there is an object of resentment right in front of them.
To use a metaphor, it would be like pouring priming water. What happened next was out of his control.
Woooo!!
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!
The vengeful spirits that burst out of the tomb began to attack the dragon god and his army.
All souls who lost family, friends, or lovers to dragons.
Waves of whitish spiritual bodies rush in from all directions. The battle that was taking place in the sky was suddenly overturned.
Hundreds of thousands of vengeful spirits are still ignoring all obstacles and clinging to them as thousands of weapons rain down on them.
Dallen looked at the sky turning into chaos and let out a small sigh. Three people approached him.
[Giving the spirits that inherited the necromancer a chance to vent their frustration. As expected, my man is wise.]
“Are you talking nonsense?”
[What nonsense. You can’t ignore the sincerity.]
Dallon chuckled. So, I should have been careful with my words and actions.
It was time to put an end to this fight. We are overwhelming right now, but we can’t keep the area open forever.
“I understand, so that’s enough…”
[So… that’s right, Dallan.]
However, the moment he turned his head, Dallon was unable to continue speaking.
Because the vertically slit red eyes were filled with water that I had never seen before.
A woman with dark red short hair opened her mouth.
[…Will you give me a chance to get revenge?]