Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 263
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Implicit Moon Spirit (1)
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Name: Dallon
Level: 52
[Strength: 93] [Skill: 89] [Stamina: 90] [Sense: 85]
[Intelligence: 89] [Magic Power: 91]
Skills: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leap (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapantella’s Crushing Sword (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Lightning (D) Curse Seal (D) Secret Sword of Reredonara (B) Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A) Key to Hell Gate (C) Ackerman’s Drawing (C) Field’s Wind Barrier (C) Fire Spear (C) D) Living Roots (D) Rapid Germination (D) Spring of Lulia (C) Soul Siphon (B) Prayer of Healing (D) Skadi’s Tidal Wave (B) Chasma’s Red Wind (B) Burning Spirit of the Sandstorm Dynasty ( B) Keel Processing (B) King of the Dead (S) Fama’s Charge (C) Azusa’s Bladestorm (B) Tutuga’s Flipped Land (B)
*Unique Skill (33)
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Before your eyes Translucent letters fill the space.
It was not the common language of Medieval Land, which I had become accustomed to, but Hangul, which I couldn’t remember the last time I used it.
Nostalgia for my hometown was now quite unfamiliar. Dallen finished chewing the beef jerky and shook off his thoughts.
Hwii…….
The wind blowing over the ruins was cold.
The central point of the Holy Knights, who had once dispatched troops across the continent to subdue demons, was literally devastated.
There was not a single intact building, so the tallest thing in the vast fortress city was a pile of collapsed rubble dozens of meters high.
From the ruins of the huge church building where the departure ceremony was usually held, a cityscape split in half was clearly visible.
[The power has become stronger.]
A person’s presence suddenly approaches. A golden age that creates a strange wave unique to a high-ranking necromancer.
[Overall physical ability has increased dramatically. Your stronger magical power control is controlling the flow of magical wind around you even unconsciously.]
“…….”
[The flow of new spells and high-level martial arts resides within your body… No matter how much you think about it, it can be accomplished in one battle. It’s too strange to be an awakening.]
Dallon chewed the beef jerky without much response. Bourbon, an ancient dragon dressed as a bartender, continued speaking with a low smile.
[It seems Sienna’s guess is correct. Are you going to gather the endings of other world lines scattered throughout the world and use it as strength?]
“I don’t know.”
[Don’t worry. Because it’s a fact that was only told to me. It wasn’t her intention to begin with. Because I requested it as part of the condition of the transaction.]
“Don’t you know that it is illegal to include other people’s personal information in a contract without their consent?”
[is it? But who cares?]
Of course. It doesn’t matter. It is also true that Bourbon, who had maintained his neutrality in return for the deal, helped him and ultimately achieved victory.
Dallen shrugged and continued chewing his beef jerky. The jerky made by Lucia did not lose its juice even after being chewed for a long time.
The oily, savory flavor of meat, spicy spices, and the taste of the ruins seen from above the pile of stones were a nice combination.
And looking at Bourbon’s reaction, it seemed like it was okay from a cross-ethnic perspective as well.
[…Is that delicious?]
“Yes.”
[There is no way to know just by saying it. Please give me just one piece.]
“This is dragon meat.”
[…….]
The palm that is held out naturally trembles. I smiled and tore the beef jerky into long strips and put it in my mouth, when a useless question suddenly occurred to me.
“I’m asking because I don’t know much, but don’t dragons eat their own kind?”
[In a fight where one of the two must die, there are times when the other person’s heart is swallowed.]
“It means they eat it.”
[…I don’t even dry it into beef jerky and eat it.]
Well, that’s a bit strange. Dallen roughly wiped his hands, which were covered in spices and grease.
[Geuak! Someone put leftover meat on my head…!]
I wrapped the remaining piece of jerky well in paper and threw it into subspace. In the past few months of fighting against the dragon tribe, Lucia had made and stored up quite a lot of beef jerky.
They must have made it during every break during the operation, so roughly about four or five carts came out.
Fortunately, Arbor’s subspace had some room to spare. This is because about one-third of the relic weapons that originally filled subspace were destroyed through numerous battles.
[Ugh, the smell of meat…and even the leftover meat in the cramped house…]
Of course, that didn’t mean there was more space in Arbor.
Dallen, who had no intention of making fun of the empty space, filled it with newly acquired loot.
Half of them were weapons remaining in the Holy Knights’ armory, recovered with the permission of Knight Commander Edgar.
And the other half were relics salvaged from the ruins of the Sandwind Dynasty.
Since the pharaoh who was in charge of permission disappeared during a fierce battle with the dragon god, it was literally like picking up lost items.
[It’s been a while since I saw the Pharaoh of the Sandwind Dynasty. Kheph Nehakara Ahashepsut. It’s been thousands of years and we haven’t even said hello properly.]
“We knew each other?”
[There was at least a facial. We worked together for about half a century to exchange cultural relics on the construction to expand the tombs of previous kings. Tateangkat Pargium also had a relationship with the Sandwind Dynasty at that time.]
“…I see.”
It’s been half a century. If you live for thousands of years, doesn’t it only take a few decades for your face to open?
While Dallen was thinking about various things, the ancient dragon flopped down on a nearby pile of stones. He said, looking at the ruins.
[That friend, Tateangkat, was also very pure back then.]
The name of the terrestrial dragon was muttered.
[White sword. breastplate. pitching. First breath. Right shoulder blade. leggings. Cloak… These were once friends who had outstanding personalities and abilities. The thirteen of us who came together for the prosperity of our species are now less than half left.]
The story told with sighs contained a faint hint of regret.
Dallen suddenly became curious about this dragon’s true intentions. he asked, scratching his chin.
“Do you regret fighting on my side?”
[no. This outcome was not anticipated from the moment the deal was accepted. But still….]
“Even so?”
[…Still, if I regret it, it won’t be for today’s fight, but for our foolishness in creating the Dragon God.]
At the price of ignorance, our species is entering its twilight years. The bartender added bitterly.
The battle with the Dragon God was fierce.
The battle was so intense that most of the dragons participating in the fight were torn apart.
The number of surviving dragons was less than a hundred. In fact, the seed of the dragon race has dried up half.
‘In addition, when the Dragon God disappeared, the seven great dragons that were integrated with it also died.’
After the death of the Dragon God, all seven great dragons returned to their dragon bodies, but all of them were dead corpses.
In that context, Bourbon’s sigh was not incomprehensible.
In one day, the species was brought to the brink of extinction, and most of the leaders with the most power died.
The Great Dragon Hall, which was the focal point of the Dragon Clan, collapsed, and the power of the Dragon God was completely extinguished.
Some of the power was temporarily granted to Dalen through Bourbon’s magic, but even that was mostly lost with the collapse of the Great Dragon Hall.
The only thing left is Jeokchang’s new name.
In fact, it was like going back thousands of years to when dragon gods did not exist.
[It would have been better if I had listened to Jeokchang, even if it was too late. Come to think of it, your third companion was always a wise dragon. Make sure you take her advice to heart.]
“…….”
As he appropriately ignored the senility of the thousands-year-old ancient dragon, Dallon looked back on the past times.
Since landing on this continent, there has been quite a bit of time spent racing to prevent the apocalypse.
After two years of tutorials, I solved the problems of the labyrinth city and moved south to the Holy Knights.
It was a long journey past the Labyrinth City again, up to the northernmost tip of the continent, defeating the incarnation of Xun, and reaching the southern empire and vampire county.
After defeating the blood spirit’s war preparations one step ahead, he turned around and returned to the headquarters of the Holy Knights once again.
And finally, one of the five evil spirits was completely defeated.
‘Now that I think about it, this is the first episode where the Dragon God died.’
This was a turning point.
A stark turning point where, for the first time, an achievement that had never been achieved beyond the monitor was achieved.
That meant that clear cracks were beginning to appear in the wall of the apocalypse that could not be broken even after hundreds of repetitions.
In the first place, the success or failure of this episode depends on whether it can surpass the results of countless repetitions of the past.
The hope that was only vaguely visible in the distance has now come closer. Even if you simply calculate it, there are only a few steps left.
[…So what do you plan to do now?]
Bourbon asked, breaking through my thoughts. Dallon gathered his thoughts for a moment and answered.
“I have to get the wishing stone. We need to move as quickly as possible and strike before the next war breaks out.”
[Next war?]
“Even if one dies, there are still four left. And there is one among them who will never give up.”
The evil spirit of fate and retrograde. The worst schemer who has caused the earliest and greatest conflict ever since he landed on this continent.
[…The owner of the Interstellar Throne stayed silent for too long.]
Bourbon said. Dallen nodded.
We can only guess what this man, synonymous with cunning, is planning behind the scenes.
But at least one thing was certain.
The fact is that it will move again soon, and in that case, it will have only one goal.
“The next battlefield will be the labyrinth city of Falcion.”
The last bastion of humanity and a city of countless heroes and superhumans.
You had to overcome the seven levels of the labyrinth and reach the wishing stone before the seven walls collapsed.
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Three days have passed since the disappearance of the Dragon God. In the meantime, the party captured the aftermath of the battle that split the main group in half.
No matter how overwhelming the victory, cleaning up after the battle is usually as arduous as the battle itself.
However, this time, all the problems were easy.
This was because all of the wounded soldiers were superhuman or transcendental, and there were no walls or cities left to repair.
There were no prisoners. The corpses of the dragons were left with only the bones and hearts removed.
After preparing to leave again, the group split into two and stood facing each other in front of the castle wall, which was split in half.
Going north are Edgar Reinhardt and the ancient dragon Kyle Burkus Arven. The group that enters the southern rift with Dallen is all except those two.
“I pray that the God of War’s grace brightens your path ahead.”
Edgar raised his only hand to shake. As Dallan held hands, Edgar took advantage of the close proximity and whispered quietly.
“…It’s been a long time since the map of the dark sea and moon spirit on the fourth floor of the labyrinth was drawn, but it is still a magical area that is almost impossible for even veteran explorers to navigate.”
“I know.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but I’m starting to feel old. Have you ever been there?”
“no. But I know the route perfectly. The same goes for traps. “You won’t have to worry.”
Edgar’s face darkened. He asked back carefully.
“I don’t doubt it, but how can you memorize it without even seeing it?”
“After you learn it about 46 times, you will naturally learn it.”
“……yes?”
What is an example?
Forty-six characters were deleted because it was bad practice.