Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 261

261

Camellia (3)

Cheeeee…….

Steam mixed with exhaled breath and blocking the eyes. The recovery from the internal injuries sustained by the Dragon God was almost complete.

Beyond the hazy breath stood a woman with dark red short hair.

A thick attire with an oriental style. He’s short and doesn’t even reach Dallon’s chest.

Like the mysterious hair with red spots scattered on a black background, the dragon’s eyes are two colors.

“Red spear.”

[…I’m sorry Dallen.]

She was a mighty true dragon who blew down mountains and evaporated the sea from the dragon god’s fingertips. She was a

transcendental person at a level that went far beyond the common sense that had existed before the beginning of human history.

The ancient being who was fighting for the best position among the thirteen great dragons was constantly shedding tears.

[I was robbed of my name. My body, my soul, my very existence…]

Tuk. Tuk.

Every time a drop of hot water falls, it makes a hissing sound and creates a cheese-like hole in the white snow underfoot.

Dallen put down the broken spear and raised his hand. Her thin shoulders trembled at the gesture.

[sorry. I promised myself not to put any burden on you, but…]

“What nonsense.”

[…Huh?]

Tuk. A calloused hand resting on his head. A rough but gentle hand tangled the dark red short hair.

Jeokchang raised his head with a face covered in tears. Dallen gently raised the corners of his mouth. He said.

“I didn’t promise first. “I will let you face the Dragon God.”

[That…]

“In return, you didn’t destroy Calchas’ Chain Throne. “Just because you’re a little older doesn’t mean you’re already forgetful, right?”

Eyes filled with tears. The reptile’s eyes were also wide open, which was a bit cute. As I was grinning without realizing it, another Inyoung quietly joined in from next to me. A boy who looked like a young man said.

[That’s right, the third mother. Father is strong. You don’t have to worry.]

Third, what the fuck? The corner of his mouth that had been smiling stiffened.

[The third mother and father promised everyone that they would kill all five evil spirits. [My mother’s revenge is the first thing.]

Anyway, the boy continued to say what he wanted to say. It’s as if he can’t even see Dallan’s expression.

Dallen shook his head. I don’t know who I resembled so much that I grew up with such messy hair.

[I guess I grew up with a beautiful heart because I resemble someone. However, there is still a problem.]

[…What is it?]

[The point is that you cannot defeat the Dragon God with an uncontrollable military command alone.]

It was not Jeok Chang who answered. A strange low-pitched sound echoing throughout the castle.

The first roar of the Dragon God was Kyle Berkus Arven. Dallon was a little surprised to see the ancient dragon sandwiched between the three.

Aren’t those the clothes he wore as a crow’s nest bartender? The body probably didn’t come from a bar, so why is it dressed like that?

[The master of the military spirit is a necromancer of the 7th level, but he is probably not alive in this world line. A dead god cannot slit the head of a living god.]

[In the end, the story goes that the father himself should be the one to cut off the dragon god’s head.]

[That’s right, kid. However, the holy sword could not be used and the mithril refiner’s spear was broken. I will have to become Dallen’s weapon…]

I sigh deeply. Jeokchang continued speaking while brushing away his tangled bangs.

[I do not have the strength to fight the dragon god. This is because he is the one who took my name, and this land is where my spirit and body were obliterated.]

Dallon frowned. Have you all been talking like some kind of spellcaster from earlier?

Jeokchang noticed that uncomfortable gaze and smiled softly. She said.

[The story is that I have already been expelled from the dragon law. What could be the reason why I couldn’t show my face earlier?]

“Because I didn’t call you?”

[Unlike your other canons, I can move with my own will. The reason I couldn’t help you was because my presence wasn’t allowed here.]

Jeokchang’s smile had no energy. Dallen quietly scratched his chin.

So, are you saying that the original Red Spear of this world disappeared in the Great Dragon Hall, and because of that, even the Red Spear from another world line can’t use its power here in the Great Dragon Hall?

[right. Because under the sky of this great dragon hall, I am nothing more than an illusion that does not exist.]

Jeokchang nodded. Dallen rubbed his face with the hand that had been scratching his chin.

It’s like a rotten medieval land game. Is that some crappy setup by someone else?

[I guess I can solve that problem.]

At that time, Bourbon intervened. Dallen turned his head.

The brown-haired dragon dressed as a bartender had flashing green-brown eyes. He said.

[As the master of all words and the guardian of the contract, we will end today our long-standing contract that gave birth to the gods.]

***

Kwajik!

The upper body of a pale spirit body being torn apart.

Crash!

The head of the knight on horseback is crushed, and even the warhorse he was riding scatters like a wisp of smoke.

The dragon god took a deep breath. The surrounding atmosphere froze momentarily.

[――――!!]

Immediately after, along with a roar that resounded throughout the valley, a black breath was emitted that was large enough to cover the entire slope of the mountain.

Kwagwagwagwa ───!!

A group of nearly a thousand spiritual bodies burned up and evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

The Dragon God, who had wiped out all the nearby spirits, took a deep breath and looked down at his body.

My arms and legs were full of small scratches that I didn’t know when they appeared. Wounds with dark red blood flowing down and quickly healing into scabs.

The dragon’s blood healed the wound in an instant, but the poison that penetrated through the skin remained for a long time and tickled the skin. The boy gritted his teeth at the unpleasant foreign body sensation.

[…Such miscellaneous things.]

Even though it is a body overflowing with divinity, it is impossible for it to be wounded unless it is of equal power.

In other words, this group of spiritual bodies was said to be the result of a magic trick left behind by a 7th level necromancer. Even if it is a trivial thing, it is a sharp threat.

Each spiritual body can be stabbed with just one small needle, but even tens of thousands of such needles can be dangerous.

[You bastards!]

With a roar, he waved away his sword. With a single sword strike, hundreds of spiritual bodies were torn apart from the waist down.

In the middle of the void created by the crushing of a handful of spiritual bodies, the Dragon God tilted his head.

The ghosts were not approaching. Vengeful spirits who are inherently fearless are beings who do not care about their comrades being torn apart.

If a comrade fell, it would have been normal to rush right in as soon as he fell, but instead, they were gradually increasing the distance between them.

A movement that seemed to create a large open space for fighting. Only then did the dragon god’s eyes shine.

[…Hoora. Are you saying you’re going to create a duel arena?]

“You’re quick to notice.”

A group of vengeful spirits splitting apart. Walking through the hazy passageway was a man of intimidating stature.

A warrior called the protagonist of prophecy. A human that Enaxagus had been eyeing for several years.

The dragon god who was looking at the man frowned. Something had changed in just a few minutes.

[You…what did you do?]

“That wasn’t just fast either. “It’s very fast.”

The man laughed. The dragon god looked at that smiling face with frowning eyes.

There was no significant change in the man’s appearance. He is tall for a human species that is about two meters tall. Spells from various factions swirling inside.

Muscles like stones. Skin as hard as a monster. The dragon’s heart, blood, and bones pulsating beneath its skin and muscles.

[Dragon…]

The difference was the dragon. To be exact, the number of dragons tied to the man.

Where there should have been only Red Spear’s blood, Cheongrin’s heart, and the ground dragon’s bones, there were two more.

The energy of words formed on the lips and tongue.

A bright blue chill spreads across my left arm.

Isn’t this a familiar sight, the sight of beings becoming one and becoming one even though they have not been transplanted and become completely one?

It was as if the Dragon God himself was treating the seven great dragons as servants and accessories at this very moment.

[…How is such a thing possible?]

[It is not difficult if you change your thinking a little.]

It was a profound heyday.

Even though they come from the mouth of the same warrior, their presence and texture are completely different tones.

The warrior’s eyes had suddenly turned green-brown. The boy, who knew the meaning of those colors, stiffened his face.

[First roar. I can’t believe you…!]

[It’s been a while, our god. No, have you become an old god now?]

[Do you think you can do whatever you want? At least under the sky of this great dragon hall, I am your god! I have the power to retrieve your true name, Kyle Berkus Arven, right now!] The

ancient dragon, borrowing the man’s words, smiled without saying a word. The dragon god stretched out his hand without hesitation.

The dragon god is a being who holds the power over the life and death of all dragons. It was a contract made at its birth with the consent of the Thirteen Great Dragons.

Under the sky of the Great Dragon Hall, its power becomes absolute. Even if the power of the holy sword is blocking it, if you take the loss and force the power into it…

[It won’t work like that.]

[……!]

[I told you so. You are now just our old gods.]

Fingertips trembling slightly. The dragon god slowly withdrew his arm.

I had no strength.

Not only was it blocked by the holy sword’s resistance, but targeting itself did not work at all.

What does it mean that his power to exercise absolute authority over all dragons is not only nullified, but is not even applied at all?

The other person is not a dragon. Or…

[It means that you are no longer the child of the Ten Thousand Dragons and the only god.]

The words are muttered as if reading one’s thoughts.

[I just changed the contents of the contract slightly. Wasn’t the contract made centered around my spiritual magic in the first place?]

[…That’s ridiculous.]

[We made this man our new god. Without the consent of the Thirteen Great Dragons, it was difficult to nullify the contract…]

The man waved his hands. Then, blue energy and red energy took shape and settled down.

Vambrace covering the left arm from the shoulder.

A dark red long spear held tightly in the right hand.

[It wasn’t difficult to use the skill of changing the contract object in this place where the god of war’s divinity temporarily nullified your power.] [

However, I erased Jeokchang’s name myself. How can a dragon whose very definition of existence has been erased raise his head under the sky of the Great Dragon Hall…!]

[Why do you think it has no name?]

The man’s eyes glowed red. A different tone once again.

Inside the vertically slit pupil, a dark red flame bloomed like a flower.

Breathe in and out slowly. There was a joy that could not be hidden on the man’s face.

[Instead of the old name that was taken from you, a new god has given me a new name.]

Jeokchang spoke through the mouth of a warrior.

[Camellia. That’s my new name.]