Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 50

Ash Witch (2)

“It’s a paladin! “Kill me!”

someone shouted. At those words, the warlocks rushed in.

A red aura suddenly appeared in the young woman’s eyes, and the old man’s fur sprouted on his body, and he howled like an animal and rushed at her.

“Lecarem—of!”

“Otu Doxa—Basak!”

At the same time, an intangible force rushes across the dirt floor of the basement, and green thunderbolts shoot out from the palms of the dirty-haired warlock.

At the end of the offensive, Lucia untied her robe and threw it away.

The light of the sacred tattoo emanates from her exposed skin beneath the armor embroidered with the pattern of the Holy Knights.

Suaaaa—

the moment when the pure white sword body was covered with the light of divine power from the cross bar to the tip of the sword.

Pot—

her new type was shot.

Sugagagagak!

Dozens of arcs drawn in a short moment.

An old man who has become a beast rolls around on the floor with his entire body pierced.

The red-eyed woman holding the swinging whip was spouting bright red blood from holes in her neck and heart.

Lucia raises her shield to dispel intangible power and waves away green lightning with the tip of her sword imbued with divine power.

In front of her, the two warlocks were unable to memorize their next spell.

“Monster!”

“help me! “Run away!”

The warlocks in the large room are dying helplessly.

Even as he watched the people being literally slaughtered, Dallon did not feel any guilt.

There are some people in the world who are confused at first glance because of the title of wizard and the fact that he uses spells.

This is because the wizards and warlocks of this world were completely different beings to begin with.

‘If you think about it, a warlock is closer to a cultist than a wizard.’

Unlike wizards who belong to the magic tower and learn spells that are passed down from generation to generation, warlocks are people who gain power by making contracts and deals with the devil.

Considering that the devil is a race that does not accept transactions without human sacrifice, it is clear what the price for the power they gained was as clear as day.

In the end, there was a reason why black magicians went into hiding as illegal drug dealers or human traffickers.

The black magicians in front of me, who formed a small community among themselves, were no different.

The spells they cast by chanting the devil’s name and the superhuman physical abilities they gain through their twisted bodies were probably rewards obtained through deals with the devil.

There is no need for an ounce of guilt to slaughter such scum.

“Kwaaaak!”

The warlocks fall like fallen leaves in front of Lucia’s sword.

After a while, the large room was filled with the corpses of the warlock.

All that remained were a bald man covered in a mat and two women with fair hair stirring a pot.

It was the moment when Lucia, who had shaken off the blood from her sword, was about to approach the men.

Phew!

“Wow…!”

The dagger raised by the bald-haired woman pierces the chest of her bald partner from behind.

“this person……!”

The bald warlock opened his eyes and turned his head to say something to the woman who was his colleague just moments ago.

The short-haired woman immediately twisted her dagger sharply and pulled it out, as if the muttering was not worth thinking about.

“Wow!”

The corpse of a warlock falling down, bleeding out.

Twaaaaagh –

a dark magical power is writhing from that pierced chest.

Magical power with a distinct dark shape instantly engulfed the bald man’s body.

“Hehehe. “It would be difficult to think of me as being on the same level as these bastards.”

The short-haired woman smiled grimly, raised the dagger and held it with both hands as if she was praying.

She raised her dagger high and shouted, having sacrificed the person who had been her colleague just moments ago.

“Calchas—se glam!”

Kwajajajak!

The air shatters as if glass breaks.

Ominous magic swirls and leaks through the distortion.

What the wild-haired man said was not wrong.

It is also true that there are countless idiots who use the path of black magic to easily gain great power.

The difference between such an idiot and a real warlock was whether or not he could open even a small part of the gates of hell.

It was a very small part of the gates of hell, but the sacrifice required to open it was only one life.

With that alone, it would be true to say that among the warlocks gathered here, there is no one capable of following her.

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss(

For

The chain strands, wrapped in gloomy cold, slowly looked around like living snakes.

“Chains of Calchas! “Envelop that paladin!”

The short-haired woman shouted.

Dallen unconsciously placed his hand on his waist. However, he did not manage to pull out the axe.

Even though he could have made an ax grow on the spellcaster’s head right now, the reason he stopped was because of Lucia.

‘What Lucia Castachald lacks the most right now is practical experience.’

Lucia Castachald.

A hero who will be called a demon slayer in the future.

She was exceptional from the start, and despite being a trainee knight, she was so talented that she was appointed to the position of interrogator.

And as she experiences numerous battles in the labyrinth, her swordsmanship and abilities are growing noticeably.

His intervention now is actually a defeat when looking into the distant future.

In order for Lucia Castachald to become a demon slayer, she will need more experience in overcoming obstacles on her own.

“I thought they were just kids who fell into black magic, but was it a black magician who even summoned the devil?”

And the trainee knight did not betray Dallan’s expectations.

“This was absolutely fucking shit, wasn’t it?”

Grumble!

The divine power in Lucia’s sword burns in the form of a flame.

The strong light emanating from the sacred tattoo subtly subsided and lay diagonally on the angled black shield burning with white flame.

“Don’t think about dying gracefully.”

The sacred tattoo surrounding both eyes shines.

The stone floor beneath my feet cracked and cracked.

Nettle liquid!

The moment the blue chain reached her nose, only a blurry remnant remained where she was.

Whoops!

The chain strands that had been dripping with the cold of hell were cut off with a loud noise and fell to the ground.

“How can I get the chain from the Chain Throne of Calchas…Kyaaaa!”

The bald-haired woman could not finish her sentence.

She clutched her cracked chest with both hands.

Suddenly, Lucia, shot like an arrow, passed by the wild hair and slashed his chest with a sword containing white flame.

A wound where the ribs are cut and the lungs and organs inside are exposed.

White flames burning along the scars penetrated into them and burned the victim’s body from the inside.

“Kaaaaaa!”

A scream echoed through the spacious basement. The white fire soon spread throughout the warlock’s entire body.

A white flame of Danma used to punish wicked cultists, warlocks, or traitors to the knights.

The flame, which promised scorching pain until the moment of death, was also one of the reasons why warlocks hated and feared paladins.

How many minutes passed like that?

Fass…….

The bald-haired warlock turned into black ash, leaving no trace.

When the magician died, the Hell Gate, which lost its connection to this world, also disappeared. The blue chain also evaporated into a handful of dust.

“Whoa.”

Lucia sighed heavily. She turned to Dallen with a carefree expression.

Dallen then slowly lowered the hand he had placed on the head of the axe. He said.

“The sword has increased.”

Lucia smiled silently.

***

Hans Zingler, the warlock of Lvivbach, had a headache.

It felt as if I had poured a bottle of hard liquor into my stomach the day before and stayed awake in the red light district in the cold wind until morning.

“Healing is possible even with divine power…the devil’s magic seeped into the body…”

“…there is no need. Anyway…”

Some voices were heard in his ears.

It was a woman’s voice that touched the heart and a man’s deep, low voice.

Hans rubbed his blurry eyes and opened his mouth. For some reason, my entire mouth throbbed and felt strangely empty.

“Umm mu mur jomm…….”

“You just woke up. “Open your mouth, bastard.”

“Ugh…!”

The spout of the bottle is stuck roughly in my mouth. A liquid poured into my mouth, accompanied by a burning pain.

Hans opened his eyes. Only then did I realize why my mouth felt empty.

The inside of his mouth was ruptured and all his teeth fell out after being stabbed by a large man who thought he was a rude customer.

And the smell of the liquid that had just been poured into my mouth was the cheap regenerative potion that the old man had been making in his day at the pharmacy next door.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The warlock screamed as if the basement was about to leave. Dallen looked at that and shrugged his shoulders.

“Look. “The effect is direct.”

“…What if it wasn’t a regeneration potion?”

“Then it would be okay. What do you think? “It’s as if you’ve easily dealt with a warlock.”

Lucia had a dumbfounded expression. Dallen laughed lowly.

Of course, the last story was a lie.

He knew what column the regeneration potion was in in the old man’s medicine cabinet and what the bottle looked like.

However, talking about it all will only increase the distance to explain. In times like this, it was easier to just ignore it.

“Ouch…”

Meanwhile, the warlock, who had completely recovered his torn mouth, trembled and opened his mouth.

Even though his jaw was completely broken and healed, his teeth were still buck teeth. I guess this can’t be corrected with a potion.

“Were you sent by the Holy Knights?”

Bucktooth asked, glancing at his dead companions and Lucia’s armor. The tone was much more polite than before.

Dallen shook his head.

“Then what on earth happened….”

“I came to see the witch.”

Bucktooth’s face became thoughtful. He stuttered.

“He is not here.”

“Where is it?”

“Stay in the Lvivbach Forest. “That forest is famous for its abundance of medicinal herbs.”

“It’s a forest. “It means it’s completely settled there.”

Dallen stroked his chin. I was half expecting to be in the forest.

When Mandrake was discovered in large quantities and merchants flocked to it, it was around the time when she was making full progress in dealing with evil spirits.

By now, she would have been staying next to the evil god’s altar in the middle of the forest, conducting periodic human sacrifices and continuing negotiations with the evil god.

Dallen squatted in front of his buck teeth. He said.

“How long has it been since the witch came out of the forest?”

“It’s been about fifteen days.”

“Then I guess you guys have been providing the sacrifices so far.”

Bucktooth’s lips trembled. His eyes were filled with pure fear.

It was less than a month before even he, who had once been a business partner, found out that the old woman was a witch.

How much did you know? What are the barbarians and paladins in front of me doing?

Numerous questions were going through my mind. The confusion was doubled by the dead bodies of my co-workers and the still throbbing mouth.

“Sacrifice. How do we supply it?”

But the moment I met the savage’s low voice and emotionless black eyes, those questions disappeared in an instant.

‘If you don’t answer correctly, you will die.’

A longing to live that I have felt for the first time in a long time.

That longing made Bucktooth open his mouth.

“…Not only us, but several communities take turns bringing sacrifices every day. Pickled with medicine or seasoned with money. If you are a mercenary, package it as an escort request and lead him deep into the forest.”

“There must be a witch’s barrier.”

“There is a sign the witch gave us. It’s a kind of totem, and if you follow the designated path with it, you won’t be attacked by the spell in the forest. If the person takes a wrong turn or removes the mark from the body, the person will be attacked by a spell and torn to pieces. “I saw it clearly with my own eyes.”

“Right.”

Dallen stood up. He put his hand on the ax hanging at his waist and said.

“I’ll give you a chance to survive. Disguise us as sacrifices and lead us to that forest.”

***

The Bucktooth Warlock’s sacrifice payment day happened to be the next day.

Dallen and Lucia held him captive for a day and left together for the Lvivbach Forest the next night.

The season is slowly approaching late winter. In the southern region, the night air was already gradually warming up.

The snow that had fallen the night before, rather than accumulating, melted in an instant, making the entrance to the forest resemble a slightly soggy swamp.

Soft soil and rotting leaves gather moisture and crumble underfoot. In an instant, my leather boots became covered in mud up to my ankles.

After walking into the forest for about an hour, the bucktooth stopped. The guy looked back at the two people and said.

“Now you will enter the witch’s spell. “The totem I gave you in advance…be careful not to lose it.”

Bucktooth looked confused. In fact, he was probably confused about what he was doing now.

Until a few months ago, he was a young warlock living in a small city by ignoring people.

In the span of a month, she suddenly became a witch’s servant and sacrificed more people than she had ever killed in her entire life.

But now he has become a guide to lead the barbarians and paladin who wanted to kill the witch to the witch’s deepest place.

“Why are you rolling your eyes?”

“Oh, that’s it.”

Of course, Dallen had no intention of considering the circumstances of a warlock who sacrificed people.

He tapped Bucktooth’s shoulder as he stood blankly.

“Take the lead.”

“Oh, I understand.”

Bucktooth sighed and walked away. Dallen and Lucia followed suit.

It wasn’t long before the surrounding scenery began to change.

Originally, Lvivbach Forest was not a forest so dense with trees.

Therefore, on a day like today when the moon was bright, even if you went into the forest, the moonlight had to shine through the leaves for it to be normal.

But since some time, the moon and stars have disappeared from the night sky.

Instead, what filled the sky was a dark, gray, dark energy.

Dallen, who was thinking about the sky of Seoul full of fine dust, stopped for a moment when he suddenly felt a vibration.

Lucia, who was following, tilted her head. she asked.

“Why are you doing that?”

Dallen put his hands behind his back. On his back was a holy sword wrapped in cloth and chained.

A holy sword that lost its sacred power to the devil.

The holy sword vibrated faintly.

“The holy sword is trembling.”