Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 290
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Saint (3)
Hwareuk.
A flame falls on the back of my hand.
A flame shining white like a sacred tattoo. A burning sensation similar to the white flame of the danma used by interrogators.
The flames slowly spread along the sacred tattoo on the back of his hand. It looked as if the shape of the sacred tattoo was being painted over.
And a burning pain struck him.
“…!”
“…Dallen?”
Wow.
There was no answer.
A trickle of fresh blood flowed down the corner of my mouth along with the unpleasant noise of my teeth grinding together.
“Dalan…”
The holy knight was surprised at that sight, and the tears that had formed in his eyes began to flow away.
Of course, Dallon had no time to worry about such things. Because his mind was already consumed by the burning pain.
‘…Rotten. I didn’t think it was like this.’
Even if you acquire skills by recovering corpses, it does not mean that you will immediately learn all the principles.
In particular, in the case of unique skills, it took a considerable amount of time to master the principles.
In the case of black magic or miracles, which are forms in which power is borrowed from someone from the beginning, it is nearly impossible to calculate the complete cause and effect even if it is fully developed.
This was also the case.
It was good to get the unique skill, wide-area resurrection, but I wasn’t properly aware of the cost.
‘Fucking religious person. If you knew I was here to look for resurrection skills, you would have at least explained the precautions…!’
The cost went beyond simple burning pain.
Sacrificing by burning sacred tattoos and divine power means paying in return for the efficacy and benefits of the product.
In order to perform the miracle of nullifying death, another miracle sacrifice was needed.
As the white flame that started from the hand slowly spread, the intensity of the opposition became more and more cruel.
Pop!
As the white flame attached to the tattoo on my wrist, my clenched fist twisted grotesquely.
The sacred tattoo engraved on the inside of the wrist is a tattoo that has the basic effect of increasing grip strength when holding a sword.
The price of sacrificing the tattoo was the unrestrained release of grip strength.
The result is a phenomenon in which bones become distorted and muscles are torn by a force as strong as the hard body.
Chiik……!
The moment the poison-resistant tattoo catches fire, the flesh melts as if touched by deadly poison.
Ttuduk! Pop!
The sacred tattoo that strengthened the musculature of the legs was now squeezing the leg bones and crushing the kneecaps.
[Dallen! Come to your senses! Concentrate your will!]
“……!”
Cheeeeeee…!!
With Red Spear’s cry, the Dragon Blood came into full force. A body that begins to regenerate as soon as it falls apart.
A broken tendon is reconnected in an instant. The ruptured stomach and intestines were sutured, and the contaminated area was burned and regenerated.
The inside of the skull turned to mush, then regained its shape, and the heart stopped, then beat violently again.
Destruction and repair occur simultaneously throughout the body. In reality, it is the act of endlessly repeating death and life.
The body, which has surpassed divine status, has already become strong enough to not be damaged by mithril weapons. However, it was his own strength and ability that broke down and destroyed that iron wall.
‘If you think about it, it was strange…!’
Regardless of the level of difficulty in training as a prerequisite character, the saint’s abilities were quite high among transcendents.
It is strange that a hero who can defeat a demon or two with his bare fists is easily eaten as a snack by a dragon simply because he has lost his divine power and miracles.
How on earth did Saint Dalos, who had lower stamina than himself, let alone the regenerative power of a true dragon, endure all this pain?
What came to mind in my dazed mind was the question and answer we had exchanged before coming here.
***
‘What is the reason you have been fighting all this time?’
It was the man’s response to Dallen’s question in front of the snowy mountain.
I was curious.
I was going to go back to the Eternal Palace or something anyway, so why did I push myself into the devil’s jaw?
What was the reason for devoting nearly eons of time to the struggle to travel through hundreds and thousands of hells, slaughtering demons, and reaching the seat of the evil god?
In response to Dallen’s question, the man smiled and asked back. Dallen scratched his chin and opened his mouth.
‘That’s so precious….’
Because it’s precious.
The words I was about to say reflexively were swallowed by another question.
Did he really not know the importance of everyday life on Earth?
Was it because he was a hermit locked in a corner of his room that he never felt affection for his friends, lovers, or family?
‘…no.’
It wasn’t that I didn’t realize it.
I just didn’t have the courage to admit it.
It took courage to even say that something precious was precious.
Trying not to lose was something that required the will to go one step further.
Precious relationships then and now. A daily life where you deserve to feel happy.
What separates the past from the present?
It was an emotion, a set of values, a cold reflection, and a clear will at the same time.
‘…Because they are people I love.’
The word I chose after much hesitation was cliché.
‘okay. ‘I also fought to protect my loved ones.’
It was only after I said it out loud that I could feel that it was the most accurate answer.
「Wide Area Resurrection」
──────Touong!
The ripples spread.
White concentric circles are drawn brightly from beneath your feet.
──────Too!
With bloodshot eyes, he raises his foot and slams it down.
As the footsteps pounded the ground, the concentric circle area spread wider.
The area of the White Sanctuary expanded to encompass Farn and Lucia.
Lucia’s wounds, which had been eaten away by the predator’s curse, were immediately washed away.
“……ah.”
The moment the pursed lips loosened and a delicate exclamation flowed out.
Damn.
Even from Farn, who had become frozen like a stone statue, a faint noise began to be heard, as if solid ice was breaking. It started with
hair
.
The gray hair turned golden and fluttered, the forehead and cheeks regained their color, and the eyelids slowly blinked.
The young man’s body slowly begins to move from the face, neck, chest, and lower arms.
It was a scene where a scene that had lost its color and faded to black and white was once again colored with dynamic colors.
A deep exhalation slowly, as if pausing for a moment and then pressing the play button again.
“-ha.”
“…Farn?”
“Yes, Interrogator. “This can’t be a dream, right?”
Parn, stroking his cheek, looked like a child even though he was a grown man.
Dallen, who had adapted to the pain a little thanks to stopping the expansion of his sanctuary, smiled at that innocence without even realizing it. He said.
“…Don’t overdo it this time. “I won’t save you twice.”
“All right.”
It was no surprise that Parn maintained his youthful appearance.
Wide-area resurrection is a unique skill that is as powerful as the price paid.
Not only did it heal all curses and injuries as long as it was within range, but it even restored the revived target to its best condition and condition.
As long as it is not more than a few weeks since death, the caster can directly decide who receives the effect.
A skill that literally goes against the natural law of life and death.
Even considering the cost, it was unclear what the principle behind this abnormal ability was.
It’s not strange. In the first place, this was common in skills that borrowed the power of other beings, such as black magic or miracles.
In fact, if you go to hell and beat up the devil, you might be able to hear the secrets of black magic. So what about a miracle? Should I go to the Eternal Palace?
‘You never know when you’ll find out someday.’
Anyway, not today.
I put my useless worries aside and put my foot down once again.
──────Too!
The sanctuary is expanded once again.
The pain that I seemed to have gotten used to comes on even more, but I grit my teeth and stamp my feet.
──────Too!
A sanctuary filled with the corpses of predators.
At the same time, dozens of elite paladins and hundreds of soldiers appeared from thin air.
“Cough! Cough!”
“I got eaten…huh?”
“I survived! Alive…!”
[Quiet—!]
A thunderous sound echoes through the collapsed vacant lot.
In short, Knight Commander Edgar Reinhardt, the owner of the voice that silenced the commotion in the area, gave the order without delay.
“Everyone ready for battle. Defend your position and protect the saint.”
──────Too!
There was no time to add military language.
With the blood rising on his forehead, he just expands his sanctuary once again.
──────Too!
“Ugh!”
[…Father.]
A dwarf blurring out in the air and falling over, and a blue dragon slowly opening his eyes as if he had just fallen asleep.
──────Too!
“Dallen. “You came.”
“Thank you.”
While the archmage grinned and stroked his beard, the disciple bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.
──────Too!
It covers the streets and engulfs buildings.
The divine power that dyed the entire area white went beyond the castle walls and penetrated into the Geumgang Palace and Golden Street.
Sigh…!
The evil hellish magic that polluted the land and air resisted, but to no avail.
The energy of hell that collided with it was completely consumed as if it had been burned, and the internal organs and eyeballs growing on the building and the ground were reduced to a handful of ash and scattered.
──────Too!
The squares and inns in the pure silver district are turning white.
──────Too!
The main street in the bronze district lined with bars is being purified.
The divine power that swept across the entire east, west, south, and north districts of the Bronze Zone and even restored the low streets and sewers finally reached the bronze walls.
A soldier came back to life on the castle wall, groping his chest where he had been stabbed by the monster’s spear, and the family that had burned down along with their house stood up in the yard and looked dumbfounded at the fallen house.
Those who could not hide their embarrassment soon turned their eyes to one place.
A sanctuary that dominates the entire megacity. Towards the source where the waves of white light begin.
“…Mom, there’s a sword in the sky.”
A child from the slums muttered.
The shape of a huge sword was floating in the sky above the platinum zone.
A white sword burning with pure white holy light, contrasting with the blood-red whirlwind swirling in the Diamond Palace.
A divine aura that drives out all the hellish magic of the city and exposes its teeth even to the bloody whirlpool and red sky that are the source of pollution.
“…what?”
However, the wave of divine power that seemed as if it would collapse the red sky at any moment began to gradually decrease and shrink its area from a certain point.
It was as if he had done everything he had to do by bringing the dead back to life.
─────………….
The sanctuary that covered the megalopolis is reduced to the size of the city, passing from the size of the village to a single street.
In the center of the sanctuary, which soon converged to a dot, a man stood with his head bowed.
My whole body was crushed, but my legs were barely holding on.
Shoulders with steam rising like firewood burned in a fire.
“……Phew.”
When I opened my mouth, white steam poured out like a dragon’s breath.
Inside the slowly lifted eyelids, a vertically torn dark red pupil was shining.
“I can’t fucking do it twice.”
In the middle of a vacant lot filled with silence.
The man, who was receiving the attention of both elite soldiers and paladins, exposed his fangs and muttered in an unknown language.
“If only the saint would end up in hell.”
“…Dallen. You are truly a saint who has received the grace of the God of War. “The entire Holy Knights, including Captain Edgar Reinhardt, are ready to follow your orders.”
“Oh, maybe it’s because my limbs are sore, so I’m a bit speechless. “The story was that it was time to go and destroy Enaxagus.”