Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 27
Silent Night (4)
The Great Apostle had no name.
The apostles called him the great apostle. Low-ranking cultists and gangsters did not even dare to call him.
Although his political opponents called him variously, his name was not even among those cursed names.
It was natural.
Because he had no name.
Twenty years ago, the Great Apostle offered his name to an evil spirit to gain strength.
‘It’s a moment I remember vividly even after twenty years have passed.’
I couldn’t forget it.
A scene of ritual where one gives one’s all.
The pain in his soul, as if his existence was fading to gray, was more terrible than anything he had ever experienced.
But it wasn’t just the pain that made me unable to forget that day.
Another reason was curiosity.
‘Who was I?’
His existence was sacrificed along with the pain, and the memories before the ceremony disappeared like burning ashes.
Why do I hate this city so much?
What past shame and pain was there?
All the trembling memories that had driven him into a corner and made him make a contract with an evil spirit were gone.
All that was left was blind hatred and anger towards the seven walls of Falcion and towards the Diamond Palace.
Also a line from ‘The Dwarf Weaving Fate’.
There was only one identity that made him.
‘…If there were warriors like this in the Bronze Zone at that time.’
The Great Master suddenly thought.
I’d be lying if I said there were times when I envied the lives of other mortals with colorful names.
If the great warrior in front of him had existed in his past, would his life have been different from what it is now?
Could it be that the pain of forgetfulness, gnawing at his mind even after twenty years, was not his only option?
‘Well, it doesn’t matter now.’
It is said that heroes are prepared in difficult times.
The great warrior in front of him was a being worthy of being called a hero, enough to make him, the great disciple of God, think differently even for a moment.
With his single body, he killed all of the Silver Mask apostles and completely trampled on his great plan that had been prepared for over ten years.
He has a superhuman body and expert fighting skills, possesses secret knowledge of unknown origin, and has a judgment that is close to foresight, allowing him to foresee several moves ahead.
No wonder the gods took notice of him.
‘But the world is not on the hero’s side. The path of this great warrior ends here.’
The Great Apostle looked at the warrior with emotionless eyes amidst a flurry of emotions.
Damn –
the tentacle is crushed by the swung fist.
Quagwang!
The warrior’s foot tramples and tears off the tentacle.
Several tentacles were instantly neutralized, but dozens more steel tentacles were left behind.
Even the few that were broken and broken recovered and rushed back while the warrior was pounding the others.
Phew.
The warrior’s breathing is heavy.
He was getting close to his limit.
The great disciple shook his head and closed his eyes at the ending that seemed good to his eyes.
And that moment.
‘……hmm?’
Suddenly the air changed.
Swoosh –
The flow of magical energy flowing around the Hell Gate creates strange refractions around the warrior.
It seems as if something is blocking the space and some pressure is pressing down on it.
The Great Apostle’s eyes, observing the distorted flow, soon penetrated the warrior’s body.
Excited.
My heart beats violently.
The boiling blood containing the dragon’s factor fills all the limbs and muscles of the body.
The warrior’s appearance on the outside was static.
The momentum is like a rock rooted in the ground, as if it will not move even a single step.
‘…this.’
However, metabolic rate could be detected.
That still air is a harbinger of some huge explosion.
‘Flesh of the devil, protect me!’
He quickly stopped the attack and summoned all of Arachne’s tentacles.
The devil’s body built up a barrier in several layers, and the remaining five or six aimed for an opening and stabbed at the warrior.
But it wasn’t enough.
My instincts shouted so.
“Enaxa-Of!”
The Great Master hurriedly made a hand sign and recited the last incantation.
Right then.
Whoosh –
The warrior who stood like a rock stretched out his fist.
Not an explosion of magical power or a wave of divine power, but just a single blow.
And after a while.
Gurgling!
Thunder shook the temple.
Kwagwagwagwa-
Under the pressure that came like a wave, the devil’s body, which could even block the magic tower’s spell, was torn apart and scattered.
A storm of steel-like flesh engulfed the shock wave and tore the Great Apostle’s body into handfuls of blood and pieces of meat.
The origin of that storm.
A tall, bulky warrior with shaggy hair who seemed to come from the north.
Unable to overcome his strength, he stretched out his twisted arm and looked at the Great Apostle’s face in the storm with his unwavering gaze.
“How…with mere human power…!”
Kwasik!
And then a fragment of the steel tentacle struck the Great Apostle in the face.
It was the last sight he saw.
***
“……Phew.”
Dallen let out a long sigh. He slowly turned his eyes and looked down at his outstretched right arm.
Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of its
broken bones. Muscles that are out of position.
The blood was pouring out in a rush, spewing out steam, and the blood vessels and nerves that were pushed out were repeatedly being connected and disconnected.
Fuck. It fucking hurts.
Muscles and bones click into place.
Dallen stood in that position with his fist outstretched for a while.
A sight that may seem like a cartoon character setting the mood after defeating a villain.
“…Rotten.”
But in reality, the pain doubled if I moved even a little.
Cheeeeee……
Eventually, the crumbled bones regained their balance.
The muscles also found their proper place.
Dallen was only able to lower his trembling arm when he saw rough skin covering it.
“…Whew.”
I let out another short sigh. With that sigh, steam escapes to the extent that it resembles a locomotive.
Of course, it wasn’t just my arm that suffered.
My internal organs were already on the verge of collapse, and I was still recovering, rumbling inside.
‘It was a close gamble.’
Dallen objectively replayed the fight just before.
Unless the proficiency of the Dragon Blood Regeneration Factor has increased to a certain level.
Or if the minimum stamina level did not support this.
Dallen may have fallen unconscious the moment he stretched out his fist.
“Cough!”
Dalen coughed up a handful of blood and made up his mind again.
I need to somehow increase my physical strength and balance my body.
Jerk.
Dallen walked forward slowly. It was time to finish.
Although dragon blood boasted monster-like recovery, the devil’s recovery was even greater.
The Great Apostle’s body, which was almost torn to pieces, was regenerating again with the heart and several other important organs knitting together.
A heart that beats on the cold stone floor and spurts out hot blood.
If we just crush that thing, this fight will come to an end.
Dallen placed his foot on his heart. I felt a hot, squishy texture under my bare feet, which had torn leather shoes.
As I was about to push down, I heard everyone dying.
“Do you know why the lowest class among us wears black masks?”
Dallen paused. He raised his head and looked in the direction the voice came from.
The Great Apostle’s head remained among the shattered tentacle fragments.
It could not be said to be a complete head.
The brain and skull, including both eyes and the upper part of the nose, were crushed and about a third of the face had been blown away.
Only half of the lungs connected to the airway remained.
The reason he can speak even in a whisper is probably because of the magical power contained in the devil’s blood.
“The black mask…represents the Diamond Palace. The highest palace becomes the lowest and the lowest bronze rises to the highest… That is the retrograde order we are establishing under God’s will.”
Dallen gently lowered his foot from his heart. He looked at the mouth with all his teeth blown out with a sullen expression.
The scene where the Great Master left his will while falling was a cutscene that I had never seen before. There must be some information to be gained.
“Since you are listening to my last will… I will tell you a truth that I especially received from God. “The reason the black mask represents the Diamond Palace is because the Diamond Stone is in fact no different from the black brush.”
The great disciple continued speaking slowly, muttering his chapped lips.
“How contradictory it is that the noblest thing is in fact no different from the meanest pile of ashes. However, please know that the world is so contradictory and that fate also follows that determined flow. Daejeonsa… your fate too.”
“Damn. “Why is that contradictory?”
Dallen blew his nose. The blood that had accumulated in my nasal passages drained out.
“Aren’t diamonds and graphite ultimately both carbon compounds? “Why is it fate and you come to sleep?”
“…what?”
The Great Master’s mouth made a hollow sound.
Dallen scratched his head. There was blood on my fingertips.
Blood and hardened demonic fluids were splattered all over my body. I felt uncomfortable.
“They are both composed of an element called carbon, so the only difference is their microscopic structure. In graphite, atoms are piled up like plates, and in diamond, they are tightly intertwined. “No matter how evil he is, he’s still called a god, so you didn’t even tell me that?”
“…….”
My chapped lips could no longer say anything. Dallen sighed deeply.
This is why this world is so crazy. What would you do if you used magic to blow up mountains or overturn rivers? There is no science.
“It’s a contradictory fate. Everything you said, bite it. “It’s bullshit to say it’s a predetermined fate or anything like that.”
Dallen shook off his uncomfortable hair.
Since it was my first time seeing this scene, I watched it hoping to get something out of it, but in the end, there wasn’t anything like that.
He put his foot back up. The heart was pounding and was still supplying blood to the Great Apostle’s head at this moment.
The last word is probably okay. Dallen opened his mouth.
“In my opinion, what the Creator gave to humans is free will. It is not a life enslaved to fate or anything like that. Your fate is yours to choose. The ambassador, the one who was kicked out of the Diamond Palace, is Talebino Saikal.”
“How can I say my name…!”
Kwasik!
There was no answer. The great saint’s heart burst out from Dallen’s toes.
The lips, which had been opening spasmodically, trembled, then stuck out their tongues and fell limp.
Dallen sheepishly scratched his head once more.
‘I didn’t know I’d get that kind of reaction just because I recited the name of an NPC I saw in the game’s side settings.’
Did I shock the guy on his way to the underworld for no reason? I felt uncomfortable because they added a spoonful of bullshit philosophy to it.
To put it bluntly, since he is not the Creator, how would he know what he gave to humans?
“Anyway, this is the end of it.”
Dallen muttered for no reason.
Then, I began to understand why the main characters in novels talk to themselves a lot when they overcome great trials.
I want to give recognition for the work I have done.
They say they have overcome a ray of destruction.
He said he prevented a future in which tens of thousands of people would be massacred with his own power.
“Tsk.”
Dallen clicked his tongue and walked away.
It felt like a non-existent reader would leave a negative comment asking why I was muttering to myself.
***
A total of two bodies appeared after the Great Master died.
One was the figure of a muscular warrior, and the other was a corpse dressed in robes with a silver mask covering its face.
The only thing the two have in common is that all of their limbs have been cut off to prevent them from escaping from the altar.
This is because both were corpses that were sacrificed alive and absorbed by the Great Apostle.
Dallen spat in a bitter mood and retrieved the two corpses.
[The corpse of the sixth Silver Mask Apostle]
– This is the corpse of an assassin who uses a freezing spell. He was nicknamed the cold-blooded killer and became famous for his cruel hands that froze his victims and broke them from limb to limb. Due to his notoriety, he received an offer from the Apostles of Retrograde and became a Silver Mask Apostle. At the end of the Great Precepts, it was offered as a sacrifice to the Great Apostle.
The first is the corpse of the Silver Mask Apostle.
After reading the explanation, Dallen rubbed his aching temples.
“…He was a total psycho bastard.”
No matter how stressful he was, he was a psychopathic killer who would freeze people’s limbs and break them.
Now that the game had become a reality, all I could think about was that he was crazy.
Well done, dude.
Dallen placed his hand on the corpse, offering sincere words of well-being to his past self.
[The body of the sixth Silver Mask Apostle has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance Reward: Prowess +1 Magic Power +1 Rapid Freeze (D)]
The reward was okay.
I gained the abilities that were lacking in a single spell from another series.
Dallen placed his hand on the next corpse.
[Corporate of the Captured Great Warrior]
– This is the corpse of a gold-plated mercenary who was renowned even in the streets of Silver for his shiny black iron armor and destructive two-handed sword skills. He was defeated by the Great Apostle who summoned the devil and was offered as a living sacrifice.
The corpse of a great warrior with his eyes wide open until the last moment.
The gruesome, gray corpse with its limbs cut off is illuminated by a halo of light and is sucked into his hand.
[The body of the captured Great Warrior has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance reward: Strength +4]
Crazy strength?
Dallen’s eyes widened when he saw the reward.
“This is crazy.”
Wood clatter!
And the muscles of my entire body were twisted.