Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 285

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What is the reason I fell to this earth?

That was a question that Dallon had never forgotten since he first woke up in the snowy mountains.

It was the same even after I promised myself that I would not lose it a second time and that I would protect the precious relationships I gained here.

Although the meaning and goals I found for myself could become the driving force of my life, they could not resolve the most fundamental question.

‘I always wondered who brought me here.’

Pantheon of Empire? Masters of hell? A secret magical society ritual? Or the war god that the Holy Knights serve?

Maybe it was a coincidence. This was because I knew long ago that not everything in the world progresses fatalistically.

“The reason was more obvious than I thought.”

The whole story was surprisingly boring. A reason that only appears in common third-rate novels or shonen comics.

Please save the world instead. And that too to the pot-bellied man in the corner of the room in Korea?

Although it was said to be a transcendent will to rule over countless world lines, it seemed like there was nowhere to extend a hand.

Well, since it is a transcendent will, is it natural that there is no place to reach out? Dallen’s mind was filled with various random thoughts.

A difficult problem that you have been thinking about for three nights actually becomes trivial once you know the answer. The problems in life that were answered were also similar.

In the face of an answer that is more meaningless than expected, thoughts tend to become complicated rather than a deep consideration of the answer and reason.

‘If that’s the case, why don’t we provide more support? I dropped it in Medieval Land without even knowing what was going on. ‘What would you do if it was left as is?’

It was the same even now, after going through all kinds of battles and hardships and becoming stronger.

He couldn’t defeat Enaxagus with just the power he had right now.

The holy sword and ax were broken, and most of the relic weapons were also lost.

Although he gained Daelin’s power and abilities exceeding three digits, Enaxagus also became stronger.

‘The forces of the five great hells have been united. Even if Dallain himself came forward, it would be impossible to deal with a guy like that.’

As I sank into the bottomless pit and looked down at the labyrinth city like a third-person observer, I saw Enaxagus perched near the horizon in the distance.

Although all that could be seen was a blurred silhouette, the eye light shining through the veil clearly contained the power of all five great hells.

The normal trend is for the five evil spirits and their forces to constantly bite and keep each other in check.

Even in the midst of a large-scale invasion, local battles between demons and their vigilance against each other in preparation for such conflicts were endless.

‘But since the evil spirits have become one, they will completely combine their powers as one. It’s not just that the power has been increased fivefold. It’s more than that.’

How will we overcome the union of the great hell that has never been overcome before, even beyond the monitor, as the apocalypse is literally right around the corner?

Dallen scratched his chin and looked at the man. Come to think of it, there was a person in front of me who had already saved the world from destruction once.

Moreover, the god of war and legendary hero also came from a place other than the continent.

“Anyway, you came here because the well of Yeokcheon called you.”

“I am not.”

hmm? Just like last time, you said you needed an outside presence?

Just as Dallen was slightly raising an eyebrow, the man shrugged and answered the unspoken question.

“It is true that Yeokcheon’s well asked for help. But unlike your case, the well has no power to do anything to me. I came to this world myself. “To save the powerless inhabitants of this land.”

“…and?”

“And I had to choose too. “Like that kid from Dalin told you.”

The man grinned. At first glance, the smile showing its fangs seemed gentle yet fierce.

“See for yourself.”

The man said that and nodded.

Soon, countless scenes began to flicker inside the pillar of light where he was touching.

[Huh. Wow…what kind of herb is hanging on a cliff like this?]

The first scene I saw was of the herbalist.

A middle-aged man who traveled around the continent digging up medicinal herbs, but was captured by an orc tribe and made into a meal.

[Tsk, the extra income today is not very good.]

The main character of the next scene was a mercenary.

The mercenary, who made money by cutting down both monsters and people, fulfilled his duty by being blinded by an arrow the day after he was promoted to gold rank.

A monk who became a woodcutter as a disciple of the Imperial Centurion, Tsarist Knight, and Magic Tower.

Each of the hundreds of scenes was a picture of a colorful life. And Dallon knew the beginning and end of those lives.

‘Characters I raised.’

Criminals and heroes looked at them with half-closed eyes beyond the monitor. Heroes created with the click of a mouse and keyboard.

Dallen continued to scan the scenes reflected inside the pillar of light. Among the countless scenes, the characters he developed were not the only ones.

That was the life of heroes, not game characters. Instead of starting a life on a snowy mountain, people were born as someone’s son or daughter.

‘…that.’

Among them, there was one man who particularly caught my eye.

The ground and sky where the man stood were a slightly different background from the other scenes.

Snow-covered frozen ground. A outfit that focuses on thick fur. People who depend on hunting rather than commerce and farming. And the night sky is somehow awkward.

‘Are they in different time zones?’

Dallen was able to notice that the positions and shapes of the constellations were slightly different.

His amazing sense and memory once brought up a picture from a thick astronomy book that Felber was reading.

It was a drawing that estimated the constellations before history was recorded based on the movements of stars over the past few hundred years.

If what is written in the book is accurate and if his memory is correct, that is a constellation from thousands of years ago.

Dallen looked back at the man.

“Is that you?”

***

“…….”

The man did not answer.

Just stare at the pillar of light in silence.

Seeing the eyes immersed in deep reminiscence, Dallon shrugged his shoulders and looked into the pillar of light again.

[It’s a son! One cry!]

[Congratulations, Yurkan!]

The man was a warrior born and raised in the North.

Although there is a king, he is only a representative of the tribal leaders, and the society of the ancient northerners lived dispersedly in small and medium-sized tribes.

The place where the man was born was a small border tribe. There, like other northerners, he grew into a warrior skilled in hunting and trap fighting.

Hunting during the day. A night of festivities and honing your skills.

Until he was thirty, his life was a series of repetitive times.

However, even in this boring repetition, the man was clearly aware of his own extraordinaryness.

So he would sometimes go out of the village and look at the pure white frozen ground to the north and get lost in thought.

[hey! Hadash, son of Yurkan!]

[Is the best warrior of the tribe still looking at the ends of the earth today?]

[I’ve lit a bonfire, so I should go get a drink, and the women in the village are waiting for you!]

The man’s gaze until his friends came and dragged him to the village festival. was always fixed at the end of the earth.

And a few years later, around his thirtieth birthday,

millions of demonic armies began to descend from the pure white wasteland of the north that he had been watching all along.

ridge! ridge! ridge! ridge!

[Beat the drum! Blow the horn!]

[We are not backing down! Protect our land!]

War broke out.

The Northerners, each of whom was a skilled warrior and hunter, held a battle line against the forces of demons and monsters for quite some time.

The man who was the tribe’s best warrior also entered the battlefield. Surviving numerous battles, the man and his colleagues became stronger every day.

Every time the devil’s head was cut off, the divinity within him also grew bigger and bigger.

To be precise, the divinity that was already sleeping within him was slowly awakening by taking on the supply and demand of evil.

[Retreat! Retreat… gasp!]

[Go down to the south! Allies await us!]

However, no matter how powerful a hero is, it is impossible to win a war alone.

Pushed by the never-ending forces of hell, the man and his companions led the surviving warriors down to the south.

The hometown I left behind was devastated. The human nations to the south and the realm of the dwarves and beastmen within the mountain range could not escape the flames of war.

Millions more lives have fallen into the clutches of hell. Countless people have lost their homes.

By then, the man’s strength had grown to the point where he could easily crush the devil’s bones with his bare hands.

Heroes who boasted equally inaction also began to join his colleagues one by one.

[Kzzz! Stop the fire in the north! [Whoops!]

The Lizardmen Church of the Southern Great Forest, realizing that they were next, advanced a huge army northward.

[I have come to conquer the evil of the continent. We have also brought humanitarian aid, so please distribute it so that the refugees do not starve.]

The elves across the sea also realized that this was not normal and dispatched a large reinforcement force.

The Pharaoh of the Sandwind Dynasty led the royal guard corps directly from the western mainland, and the dwarves broke the rules and converted the machinery deep underground into weapons.

Beasts and humans who were constantly in conflict came together. Northerners sharpened their blades out of revenge for losing their hometown.

A massive counterattack by the Allied Forces began, and the mortals’ territory was slowly recovered again.

It took nearly ten years to regain control of the central and northern parts of the continent.

And in the tenth year, the Allied Forces crossed the land of the Northerners and advanced to the main base of the evil spirits who had descended on the continent.

***

Wheeeeee…….

A snowstorm obscures my vision.

Visibility distance is only a few meters.

The snow that sinks your feet and the frozen ground beneath it. The Allied forces were marching through the bitter cold.

“Kzzzt.”

“Puhuh…”

Pure white breath flows out from mouths of different shapes. The ethnic groups of the 30,000-strong Allied Forces were truly diverse.

Lizardmen, beastmen, elves, dwarves, high orcs, northerners, and deserters.

On top of the gigantic dinosaur, lizard people ride with bows in hand, guarding all directions, and next to them, a three-legged mechanism that is well over ten meters tall moves through the snowstorm, creaking.

The jewel eyes of the Sandstorm Dynasty golems sparkled in different colors even in the cold. Most of them were pulling high orc food carts.

Dozens of flags fluttering in the strong wind. The heroes dispatched by each power on the continent to risk their fate seemed a little nervous, uncharacteristic of them.

“…Keuhum!”

“Whew. Phew.”

They knew.

The fact that if they lose here, there will be no next time.

It was clear that the alliance, which had lost its elite power, would not be able to drive out the advancing army of evil spirits again.

At best, my restored hometown will be devastated, and my family and friends will be slaughtered and placed on the devil’s table.

“…….”

“…….”

But their silent eyes also contained fighting spirit and faith that overpowered fear.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were looking at the back of one man.

A man walking at the forefront of the Allied forces holding a sword and an axe.

Tall, about two meters tall. Wide shoulders and muscles like rocks.

White snow clumped onto his long hair and beard, and under his frayed fur armor, he was full of scars.

Sigh.

The man who was taking the lead suddenly stopped.

He raised his hand holding the sword. Then, the snowstorm that seemed to sweep the ground suddenly subsided.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….

Pure white snow falling slowly.

What appeared beyond that was a huge army of hell.

Millions of monsters and thousands of demons. The army of the great hell led directly by the four evil gods.

“Forwards the Allied Forces.”

In front of the frozen heroes of the Allied Forces, the man did not speak for long.

With that one word, he simply walked forward.

But the heroes watching the man’s back knew.

The scars on his back show how many battlefields he went through.

How many monsters and demons were cut down by the drawn sword and axe?

“…from now on! Follow Hadash!”

“Engine apparatus combat readiness!”

“Exterminate the enemy! Erase evil!”

Watching him keep his own words, the heroes also began to follow in his footsteps.

A great war that changed the fate of the continent thousands of years ago.

That’s how the final battle ended.