Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 293

293

Decisive Battle (3)

Laphilem.

The evil god of plague and distortion.

In the world, he was sometimes known in a slightly noble sense as the god of jealousy and resentment, but that did not change his true nature.

Boom! I’m crying!

The most obvious evidence was the tumors the size of small gardens, spewing out fluids and writhing lumps through hollow holes.

Sigh! Sigh….

The sea of pus that was delivering fragments of plants and animals to the beach, rising like a haze of miasma that went beyond the stench, also represented this.

In the end, Laphilem’s Palace of Illusions was nothing more than a hell filled with constant deterioration.

The elegantly packaged words of jealousy and resentment were also merely shadowy expressions that revealed the motive and direction of the deterioration.

An extreme sense of jealousy that causes one to force oneself to mutate after envying an object that appears to be more perfect than oneself.

And yet, resentment toward the imperfection of oneself and the perfection that cannot be reached.

Except for the dragon god, evil gods and demons are beings born from human malice.

I feel like I can understand the context that I couldn’t understand before, but only now, standing in the middle of hell.

“…….”

Feeling the toxic air burning and purifying his lungs, Dallon raised his head towards the distant horizon.

This is a hell that has been fixed infinitely closer to the original Great Hell using the power of the Twenty-Six Halls.

However, even though it was implemented by combining five or six halls, it is not really a space that is close to infinite like the original.

‘I guess that’s it.’

Dallen’s keen senses were already clearly detecting the existence of an exit in the flow of magical wind.

If you go through an exit hidden somewhere beyond the horizon, you will be able to cross to other halls connected to this place.

Finding it itself wasn’t that much of a problem. However, the conflicts that will occur in the process will only eat up time.

Because he could already feel the beings of hell approaching the group throughout his wide range of senses.

“Hehe…I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.”

Felber, who was looking at the same scene, smiled softly and stroked his beard. Lucia nodded.

“Fallen Knight Everlock Glasden… The shadow of hell he cast over Fortress Estra came from Laphilem’s Palace of Illusions.”

“That’s right. “I’m only talking about it now, but the squadron vice-captain would have been a huge threat even if we had dealt with him a little late.”

It was a story about a time when a rebellion that occurred in the Holy Knights was suppressed a long time ago.

Vice-captain Everlock, who was in secret with the Ash Witch and occupied the fortresses of the Holy Knights and held a sit-in.

As soon as his first plan failed, the guy who ran away soon invaded the knights on a large scale with the power of Cheongrin on his back.

The place where the sluggish fight with the bastard ended was the Estra Fortress, which had been taken over by the demon army and was in ruins.

The guy who sold his soul to the evil god Laphilem had covered the entire fortress with the Garden of Hollows, the area outside Lafillem’s Palace of Illusions.

‘If the old man hadn’t helped me, I would have been in trouble.’

Although it was only a shadow, it was a considerable threat to the party at the time.

They say that no matter what experience you have, it all comes back to you as an advantage, so having experienced it once makes it easier to deal with it again.

Of course, even if that wasn’t the case, Laphilem’s Palace of Illusions was also the place that Dallon could most confidently destroy among the five great hells.

In one episode where I played as the warlock Dalum Jive, I took over the entire hell.

The problem was not dealing with hell itself.

‘How much time is left?’

There wasn’t much free time.

The Twenty-Six Hall, which has been transformed into the appearance of a great hell, is the sixth district of the labyrinth city.

Enaxagus was now attempting to take control of the Seventh Region and completely claim its power.

If his plan succeeds, the inside of the barrier that encompasses the entire city will become hell.

A tragedy that could not be compared to the state of being polluted in hell before being purified by the miracle of resurrection would unfold.

‘The nobles of the Diamond Palace are rescuing the citizens… but there is no business in numbers.’

Falcion is a huge city where millions of people previously lived.

Refugees flocked from all over, and the city’s population was several times its normal size.

Since the transcendents did not truly have infinite power, there was no way to stop the slaughter once Enaxagus achieved his goal.

Millions more souls and bodies will meet the terrible end of being pawned alive in the hell that appears in this world.

Even if the miracle of resurrection could be used again, there was no way to save the city and its citizens who had become one with hell.

It is only possible to completely burn and destroy it.

“…Because something like this was in the middle of the city, the city was deteriorated so horribly.”

Sreung.

The sound of a sword being drawn penetrates my thoughts.

Dallen looked away. The young man, Farn, was looking at him.

“Dallen, go first. “I will take charge of this place.”

“Farn!”

It was Lucia. She shouted, pulling Farn’s shoulders roughly.

“Are you crazy? Are you going to face the great hell alone?”

“No, Interrogator. “It’s just about buying time.”

“You just want to buy time? No matter how much you are…”

“Inquisitor Lucia Castachald.”

A soft, low-pitched voice.

Parn’s tone of voice when calling the Holy Knight resembled that of Leader Edgar.

“…….”

Parn took a step back from Lucia, who was momentarily speechless, and gently shook off her hand.

The young man’s empty sleeves were flapping quietly. He spoke with a calm smile.

“Inquisitor Lucia. Thank you for your grace in saving and nurturing me. In addition, I hope that you will continue to treat me well as I did in the past.”

“…….”

“But now I am a swordsman. Regardless of the odds of victory or the situation, I should not avoid the battlefield where I should stand.”

Let’s go.

Another step away. The young man who distanced himself from the group turned towards the sea of pus.

Kiiiiing…

Bright light began to stream out from the back of the young man with his back turned.

It was a divine power that went beyond the scope of a sacred tattoo.

It is a power so dense that it can be clearly seen with the naked eye, and the light of purification that begins to drive out the toxins in the Palace of Illusion just by releasing it.

“Dallen.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“I will hold out as long as I can. Please break the neck of that wicked evil spirit and burn his hell.”

Parn paused for a moment and then opened his mouth again.

“For the defeat of evil and the preservation of humanity. And for both your lives.”

“…….”

Two lives.

In that way, the young man was a person of the future.

The grown boy’s height was not much different from Dallen. The density of his body’s frame and strength was also incomparably stronger than when he was a boy.

The young mercenary boy who was saved from the witch’s sacrifices has grown to the point where he can now look at his benefactors side by side.

Is that image a result of how many years have passed since now?

And what did the young man see, hear, and experience in that process?

“…okay.”

There’s no way I don’t have something to ask.

Even though he chose one side at the crossroads, he still wanted the other side as well.

Felver’s spell is a great magic that temporarily fixes the future image on the existence of Parn, a boy who actually exists in this era.

The magic that reverses the timeline brings about not only swordsmanship skills and divine power.

“Don’t overdo it this time. “I told you, I can’t save you twice.”

But now was not the time to continue the question and answer.

Dallen placed his hand on the young man’s head.

Unlike when he was a boy, he raises his hand moderately and ruthlessly strokes his glossy blonde hair.

The young man burst into laughter with his messy hair. His dimples had not changed since he was a mercenary boy.

“Do not worry. “When the magic contained in the spell is about to dissipate, you will run away faster than anyone else.”

Boom!

The soggy earth shook. It was a sign of separation.

Dallen turned his back on Farn and ran without saying a word. The rest of the group followed him. Lucia was last.

“…….”

The young man stared at the distance for a while, relaxed his shoulders and raised his sword.

The forces of hell were approaching.

An army of demons and monsters running from all directions like a swarm of pitch-black ants.

A huge lump of flesh rising through the sea of pus.

The cyst-covered ground sizzles, spilling out large and small mutants, and monsters that look like a mixture of all kinds of ugly bugs glide down from the sky.

It was a fact that could be seen with just one eye, that there would be no end to cutting again and again.

“God of war.”

In front of the endless army, Parn slowly raised his head towards the sky.

Then, the divine power overflowing from the center suddenly poured out in all directions like a waterfall.

「Full opening of the domain: The blade of the God of War originating from a scar」

Holy power overflows.

A flame of divine power that burns the polluted land, scorches the air, and even distorts space.

The young man’s appearance, surrounded by light, was like a small sun setting on the ground.

Soon, as if in response, something rose from the sea of pus.

━!━!━!━!

It roared.

The ground cracks like a spider web, and a sea of bright yellow pus turns into waves and sweeps the ground.

Parn smiled slightly as he looked up at the large object that looked like it had been dragged out of a mountain range.

He muttered as he raised his sword above his head.

“How many years has it been since I last beat the devil?”

The sword held in one arm lightly cut through the air.

「One True Sword」

That was the light of the sword star that split the sea of hell in two.

***

It didn’t take long to find the exit.

The problem was next.

The basis of the great hell that descended into reality is ultimately the twenty-six halls of the Diamond Palace.

The passage that was thought to be an exit was merely a bridge to another hall.

“This is…”

[The Great Dragon Hall.]

It was natural that the other halls that they passed through like that were also swallowed up in hell.

This is because the way Enaxagus fortified the core of the Diamond Palace was by fixing hell on five or six halls.

Before the group’s eyes, the red sky that once hung over the Holy Knights was spread out.

The howls of hundreds of dragons echoed through the jagged mountains and clouds. Dallen said, scratching his chin.

“Didn’t this place also disappear when the Dragon God fell?”

[Killing the evil spirit does not completely eliminate the Great Hell. You just lose a lot of your power. If left as is, it will either disappear or a new evil spirit will appear, but this time, it looks like Enaxagus has swallowed up what is left.]

Fuck. So does that mean I have to fight those lizard bastards again?

The good news was that, unlike during the Dragon God, there was no need to deal with the combined robots of thirteen great dragons.

The dragon army here was also clumsily reorganized by Enaxagus gathering up all the remaining dragons that had been defeated and fled or were absent.

[I’ll take charge of it this time. You move secretly along the valley and find an exit.]

Vertically slit greenish-brown eyes flashed. Bourbon continued.

[Those who have lost even their self-consciousness as an independent subject will no longer need the opportunity for repentance that should be given to an intelligent being.]