Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 295

295

Light of Beginning (1)

Dedeudeude…!

A hall shaking as if there was an earthquake. Pieces of stone begin to crumble and float due to the force.

The concept of the reversed direction shakes the celestial sphere, and even the stars that decorate it flicker unstably.

The devil muttered in bewilderment as he saw blood dripping from the wound on his forehead.

[The power to change the concept of up and down… How, why on earth did I harbor such a useless image in my domain…?]

Where has the majestic glory of the beginning gone? What is flowing from between the beaks is the bird. The crying sound of a strange tone.

Dallen laughed. It’s so useless, why do you judge it?

[…okay. That’s what it means to be the protagonist of prophecy. In other words, I understand why Enaxagus placed me here.]

“What?”

[This is to prevent you from being an obstacle to His will! I am willing to sacrifice my life for him!]

The devil raised his staff. A magic circle of dozens of layers built in an instant out of thin air.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Geek geek!

The circles and letters interlock like sawtooths, rotating and emitting a gloomy light along with a harsh clanging sound.

Then, Dallon’s body, which was rising, jerked as if someone had grabbed his ankle. The devil chuckled and shouted.

[Do you think we should leave it as is? I am Laclatus, the eagle who looks down on time. The great devil of all great devils, the servant of the great god… caw!]

The cry was unconclusive. This was because something tore through his chest from behind and protruded out.

The devil coughed and spit out black blood. The beam of light that pierced through my chest split the staff and was spinning like a boomerang.

“what. “Did you miss the mark?”

“no. I hit it right. “Does that bird’s head have multiple hearts?”

The sound of words coming from behind. The bird-headed devil gritted his beak and turned his head.

He saw two people approaching him through his shiny black eyes. It was a blonde paladin and a black haired wizard.

[…Sword of the God of War. And the Witch of Feathers.]

“…Oh, that’s right. “I think I have one of each type.”

“So there are three left?”

“that’s right. Have a heart. Burn it or not. “I’ll use some feathers.”

[…….]

The devil’s beak slightly opened. It was absurd to see them frightening each other with the Great Devil right in front of them.

The problem was that the two people’s sharp gaze did not leave their arms, legs, wings, and tail.

Even if it wasn’t the holy sword that cut through his heart just now, the joint attack between the witch and the paladin was quite threatening even to himself, the arch-demon.

[Tsk……]

The devil was conflicted for a moment.

「Standby」

And that moment was more than enough time for Dallan.

Wow────!

The body rises with the sound of a drum exploding.

A new type that instantly escapes the celestial sphere and soars into the sky.

[Gah! Prophecy…!]

A cry like a devil’s scream was mixed in with the sound of the rough wind. Dallen ignored it and kicked the air.

Because he also did not know Lucia and Sienna’s intentions.

While the two were attracting the devil’s attention, there was only one thing for him to do.

Gurgling!

The space beneath my feet is being torn apart. The pushed air easily surpassed the speed of sound and scattered shock waves in all directions.

His new model penetrated the red vortex that stretched out in the middle of the city from below.

Blood-red energy flowed from all directions, burrowing into his path like a snake.

Shhh…!

It wraps around his limbs like sharp vines and grabs and crushes him with twisted magical power.

Dallen lightly shook his arms and pushed off his feet once again. That alone shattered the red energy that had been blocking him.

Blah blah blah-!!

Accelerate.

The connection between the power that reverses the very concept of direction and the imagery that takes a step on an impossible footing.

The body, which has repeatedly increased its speed, soars like a flash, as if it were turning over in the air and slamming down towards the ground.

Soon after, the new model flew over the red sky and crashed into the purple curtain spread above.

━┻━┳━━┻┳━!!

flash.

And static.

The body rising through the clouds descends in a parabolic trajectory. Through the clouds that rose as thinly as fog, the view was completely submerged.

thud.

Soon, something solid supported his feet as if hugging them.

Soft yet hard floor. It was arrival.

***

[…This is it. The cornerstone on which the labyrinth city was built.]

Beyond the image, Jeokchang muttered softly.

Dallen dusted off his clothes and stood up. Although all directions were covered with light clouds, it was not difficult to see ahead.

The core of the barrier isolated high in the sky.

It was a story in which the seventh area could not be seen even once during hundreds of episodes beyond the monitor.

Dallen had been on both the defender and attacker sides when it came to the city.

The core of the barrier had never been revealed before the entire city fell.

It was understandable if it was an independent space extending from the twenty-six halls and hidden above the sky.

A space that exists in reality but is not fixed to reality. A place that is the foundation of a city but is not located on the same land.

[headstone? Master, aren’t you going to place the cornerstone on the ground?]

“…….”

[…It’s a metaphor. Old tree.]

[……Ah.]

I shake my head at the devil’s belated actions and take my steps into the increasingly dense clouds.

Unlike the ground, which was noisy with battles and unrest everywhere, the world above the clouds was extremely calm.

The clouds covering the surrounding area soon cleared. The surroundings were open and what appeared was a large vacant lot.

An empty lot with the atmosphere of an old historic site on a street that looks like it was laid out with compacted clouds.

Pillars with visible traces of time surrounded the area. The altar, the core of the barrier, was located alone in the middle of it.

And in front of it.

[Has it come?]

The evil spirit was standing with his back turned.

***

Enaxagus.

The evil spirit of fate and retrograde. The owner of the interstellar throne.

A twisted creator who clings to the thread of fate with pale hands and orchestrates the shedding of species in a cauldron.

Is it because he has been interested in the continent for a long time and has been training his followers? He was the owner of an unrivaled number of nicknames among evil spirits.

Among those spellbinding word combinations, Dallon remembers dozens of them.

However, despite his countless notoriety and nicknames, he rarely came to the forefront.

‘I’ve seen not only the true body but also the incarnate body on a handful of occasions.’

The evil god with whom he fought the most as a hero, and at the same time the evil god he served the most as a warlock.

Nevertheless, the shape of Enaxagus, which I had seen less than five times, looked like a large caterpillar.

A thick, wrinkled, grayish-white body like a larva just before turning into a pupa.

On the contrary, hundreds of pale, elongated arms stretched out as thin as dry twigs.

Holes throughout the body constantly spew out purple magical energy, and blood drips from the loosely wrapped black chains.

The evil spirit slowly turned around. At the front of the almost irregular body was a hideously distorted face.

[I waited. [O hero of prophecy.]

Where the eyes and nose should be, there are only empty holes.

The exaggerated face with a large mouth is reminiscent of the masks worn by cultists I encountered a long time ago.

Purple magical energy was dancing frantically in each of the hundreds of hands fluttering in the air.

Dallen put his hands on his waist. It was that moment.

[No way. No.]

The guy moved his body.

One step.

It leaves ripples.

Two steps.

The sunlight shattered.

Three steps.

Dallen leaned back.

In the middle of his rapidly moving vision, hook-like fingers were snatching up the spot where his neck had been moments ago.

A beam of light flashed from Dallen’s waist. The hand of the evil spirit suddenly rose up and fell to the floor.

[…Indeed.]

Three steps again. The heavy body disappeared like a ghost and appeared in front of the altar.

Dallen whipped away the axe. Blue blood splattered on the floor, drawing a thick line.

[An ax made from the bones of a great dragon. It’s a rare item.]

“Are you coveting it?”

[Of course.]

Three steps again. The large body moves as if possessed.

Dallen turned forward about half a turn using his right foot as an axis. The evil spirit that appeared from behind grabbed the spot where he had been standing just a moment ago.

A grip that would have originally pierced his back. This time, instead of cutting him off, he grabs his wrist.

[Hoo.]

Ignoring the surprised exclamation, I strengthen my fingers and glance at the rest of his hand and the altar in the middle of the clearing out of the corner of my eye.

Thousands of pale fingers were connected to the altar with purple energy like threads.

It looks like they haven’t completely taken control of the barrier yet. The moment I thought that, the resistance disappeared from my grasping hand.

[He also has good eyesight.]

The evil spirit that had been captured by him was standing in front of the altar again.

Dallen looked down at his left hand. His pale forearm was cut off and hanging limp.

[It’s just as expected. It’s worth using your brain to prepare.]

The forearm and hand sprouting again from the cut off section. Magical power that sparkles in purple light shoots out like a beam of light.

───────

Dallon was no longer there. He appeared as if emerging from the presence of an evil spirit and stretched out his hand.

Okay!

Clutching his mask-like face with his bare hands.

Huh –

slamming the huge body directly into the ground of the clearing.

Kwagwagwagwa—!

A body the size of a house is crushed and a loud noise erupts.

A shock wave louder than sound swept between the pillars of the clearing and blew away all the thick clouds beyond.

“If you hold it like this, you can’t escape.”

[Kick! Kihi…!]

“Even if you cut off your arm, you won’t be able to cut off your head. “Isn’t that right?”

[Chuck! As expected…I thought you would have dealt with me at least once. It’s enough to go up to the sky with me!]

A body struggling and laughing. As the thick body the size of a building began to wriggle, cracks appeared on the altar and the floor.

Dallen didn’t move. He said, tightening his grip.

“Damn. “You are not fit for being in the sky.”

[Hehe…!]

“Go to hell.”

「Thunderstorm」

Wow━━━━┻┳!

Lightning pierced the sky.

It forces its way through the isolated space and devours people and evil spirits.

It crashes down on the city, breaking the floor that was laid down more than a thousand years ago and tearing up the clouds below.

With a flash of light, the two new types that flew out of the seventh area were flung into the sky above the city.

Orders that cross over between the two new models. A net of purple rays and blue electricity. Blood-red lava pouring down and the frozen white atmosphere.

As it falls to the ground, the two separate trajectories come together. An exploding shock wave. Hands being cut off and red and blue blood drops scattering.

The two entangled bodies became distant once again. The bloody masked face shouted.

[It would be nice to fall into the city like this! You are watching the people you tried to protect die right in front of your eyes!]

A cry that sounds bitter. Dallen shook his head. The blood in my ears drained and the sound returned. The guy was grinning.

[Even after all power is taken away, it would be better to keep the regenerative power of the dragon’s blood until the end. Laclatus tore apart witches and paladins and watched your companions melt into goo in the demons’ stomachs…!]

“Who dropped you here?”

The exaggerated mouth stopped. Dallen laughed.

“Go to hell, you bastard.”