Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 59
Immortal Demon (2)
It was a night where even the stars were obscured by clouds.
A remote cave a few hours’ walk from the village of Wrankleton.
The two necromancers standing behind the cave entrance were looking up at the sky with bored expressions.
“Oh, I’m so fucking bored.”
One of them opened his mouth.
“If only I had brought one skeleton soldier, I could have played with it.”
“Didn’t he say no? This place must not be caught. Even if a herbalist or hunter passes by and spots us, we must appear to be just ordinary thieves.”
“Ah, why is a man as good as a devil so timid?”
The necromancer grunted. He tossed aside his hood and scratched his head.
After removing the hood, what was revealed was a skinny face with sunken eyes. He was a young man with a nervous appearance.
“No, the same goes for bringing a sacrifice for gold and silver treasures. If you go there yourself, you can easily turn a village into rubble, right? Then, you can loot property and get sacrifices. “It’s two birds with one stone.”
“After he has regained his strength through sufficient sacrifices, he will come in person.”
“enough? When will enough be enough? After all the inspiration is old and gone? “Fuck, I thought our time would come if we just resurrected the devil!”
“Uh-huh! Be careful with your mouth. “Have you not seen how powerful his curses are?”
The middle-aged necromancer raised his voice for the first time.
He brushed his beard for a moment to calm his anger. Then he gently scolded his young colleague, who was still murmuring behind his back.
“It must all have his deep meaning. “He has lived much longer than us, so wouldn’t it be natural for him to be that wise and cautious?”
The young colleague became quiet.
Still, he seemed to understand when he told me that he was my senior as a necromancer.
“Just be patient. If we take good care of him, it won’t be long… huh?”
The middle-aged necromancer suddenly felt strange.
The young colleague didn’t just stop muttering.
Before I knew it, his presence behind me had disappeared.
The man’s face crumpled. They said they didn’t want to hear this guy again and threw him out into the cave.
It was the same rude behavior he had towards his teacher when he was a childish boy.
“What a foolish brat!”
The necromancer turned around with unbearable anger.
As a senior by a long time, he was about to give a harsh admonition to a junior who was far behind him.
“This…”
And he faced it.
With his junior, who was silently strangled by rough hands.
A mercenary in armor with a huge physique clutching the neck of his junior in one hand.
The mercenary’s black eyes flash with the flickering of the torch.
The moment he met those gazes that were like those of a wild beast, a fear he had never felt before, even when facing a devil, came over the middle-aged man.
“…Chi invasion…!”
“Shh.”
A huge hand grabs my face.
The oral joints and facial muscles that were trying to shout out that it was an intruder were distorted and crumpled by the strong force of his grip.
“Ugh!”
A muffled scream escapes from the pain as if the face and skull were being crushed.
A man’s fingers instinctively draw up magical power and form a hand sign.
The necromantic magic that had been repeated hundreds of times throughout one’s life was instantly manifested at the tip of the beast.
Shut up….
The junior necromancer, whose neck was crushed, becomes a dead person and stands up from the ground.
But that was all.
Crack!
A cruel hand clutching the face crushes the front part of the skull and tears the necromancer’s brain.
As the man collapsed, with half of his head crushed, the young necromancer who had been revived also lost his strength and became limp, as if he had never seen it before.
Dallen took out the hatchet and lightly split the dead man’s head.
The undead’s weak point is either the head or the heart area.
The core created by gathering the magical power of necromancy is instantly destroyed by the blow of an axe, and the corpse falls apart.
Dallon, who had taken out two necromancers in an instant, broadened his senses for a moment to see if anyone had noticed his attack.
It was quiet inside the cave.
No one seemed to notice.
‘They have ordered a necromancer and a warlock to gather sacrifices. ‘It matches what I witnessed at the inn.’
Swish –
Dallen put the hatchet back in his waist after shaking off the red blood and thought back to what he had just heard.
‘Fortunately, he is gathering strength. ‘Things haven’t gotten that bad yet.’
When Dallen first heard the news that the immortal demon had been released from its seal, he thought that this fight might get quite messy.
No matter how much you say that the immortal demon is just an ‘annoying being’, that’s only when you get to the mid to late game.
The immortal demon, who gained strength through enough sacrifices, was powerful enough to easily overpower the demon Golacap who tried to corrupt the Holy Sword.
However, that is only when sufficient sacrifices are supplied.
The immortal demon was unique because it was a demon whose fighting power was almost non-existent without such sacrifices.
‘Not looking for a sacrifice directly means you still lack confidence in your own power.’
The young necromancer was right.
The immortal devil was, uncharacteristically a devil, extremely timid.
The past of being defeated and sealed by the Holy Knights 300 years ago has shaped its behavior that way.
Anyway, it was good news that he still wanted to stay in this cave.
It was said that with the amount of force that Dallan currently possessed, he would be able to deal with him quite easily.
Dallen ran for a long time and tightened the loose armor strap once more. Then, with natural and minimal movements, he checked the weapons attached to his belt and back.
The holy sword behind his back. The sword and dagger on the left waist and the ax on the right waist.
And in the pocket on the back of the belt, there is even a long-ago corrupted chain-shaped relic.
After completing the inspection, Dallon soon walked into the cave without making a single sound.
It was time to put a leash on the devil.
***
“Intruder! “It’s an intruder!”
“What on earth did those guys who were set up as guards do?”
The inside of the cave is resounding.
The shouts and screams of the necromancers and the screams of the undead mixed together and echoed off the cave walls.
“Build a defense line with the dead! “We have to stop in the narrow streets!”
“Temome – Tarreon!”
Bodies scattered everywhere stand up under the power of the spell, and the scattered bone fragments are pieced together.
The dead and skeleton soldiers, armed with swords, shields, spears, etc., swarmed around and blocked the passage of the cave.
“Build a wall! “Raise a bigger one!”
“The dead soldiers can’t last even one second! “First of all, take a step back and buy some time!”
The necromancer who was shouting as he ran into the cave let out a short scream and fell forward.
A long wooden handle protruded from the back of his head.
It was a hatchet.
“Hee hee!”
The warlock who was running next to him lost his legs and fell. He instinctively looked in the direction of the exit of the cave where the ax had come from.
Dozens of dead people and skeleton soldiers blocked the narrowest passage in the cave.
The warlock caught the eye of a large warrior who was piercing through the waves of flesh and remains.
“monster…!”
One word flows out of my opened mouth without me realizing it.
It’s ironic considering that the person who said those words was a warlock who summoned monsters and demons to this land.
At the same time, as soon as those words were spoken, the warrior’s eyes quickly turned to meet the gaze of the warlock.
The warrior grinned.
And then there was a flash of light.
Rumbling!
A thunderous sound that shakes the cave.
The flash of light that stretched out along with the roar shattered the waves of the dead and even crushed the body of the warlock.
Dallen quickly relieved his slightly stiff shoulders with a few swiveling movements and walked past the scattered remains of flesh and bone fragments.
“Temome- skerrid!”
“Camp—se glam!”
The seal of the curse shield shines, breaking the curse that binds the feet.
With one punch, three or four imps from the fragments of the Hell Gate are crushed and thrown away.
Grrr.
Guuuuu.
A giant wolf made of flesh and internal organs and a 3-meter-tall skeleton giant made from scraped bones blocked the path ahead.
Rumble –
A flash of light erupted from the tip of Dallon’s fist along with thunder, destroying everything and even wiping out the necromancers behind it.
“Ugh.”
“No! Ugh….”
The necromancers who were unlucky enough to not die instantly and survived with parts of their bodies turned to mush are moaning.
Dallen walked between them and swung his hatchet, cutting off the man’s life.
It had been less than an hour since I stepped into the cave entrance.
The hideout of nearly fifty necromancers and warlocks fell to just one warrior in that short period of time.
“hmm.”
Dallen, who had cleared out the remnants of the warlock, opened the status window for the first time in a long time.
The experience bar had barely reached half its level since catching the witch.
However, what he wanted to look at was not the experience level, but the list of skills far below that.
Dallen quietly stroked his chin and opened the details of one of the skills.
[Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D)]
– An armor fighting technique created by Dehaman, the commander of the Imperial Knights. He made it because he could not bear to see his knights suffering as if they were empty cans if they lost their weapons. The armor is used as both a shield and a weapon.
– Mastery level 99%
This is the first skill I acquired after falling to this land, and it was the only martial arts skill I had until I acquired the Crushing Sword.
The proficiency of that skill was already close to 100%.
If you get 100% like this, you will have reached the second highest level of proficiency after night vision.
And the concept of maximum proficiency had taken on a new meaning for Dallon over the past few weeks.
‘When the proficiency in night vision reached its maximum, I was able to apply the skill itself to the area.’
The result is the ability to go beyond simply seeing through the darkness of the unknown and see into secrets hidden by spells and mysteries.
The moment Dallen found the witch’s body with that vision, he was sure.
This means that the concept of ‘using the area’ implies a much broader range of possibilities than previously thought.
‘Elgaia Tower’s elder wizard Felver Balinteno defined the fantasy world where realms exist as another universe where nothing is impossible.’
Over the past few weeks, Dallen has been looking into the area whenever he has time, studying and studying the properties of the unknown space called the area.
As a result, what I learned was that the realm he achieved primarily served as a vessel to contain power beyond mortality.
At the same time, the fact that it is also a hatchery where the endless possibilities that that power embraces are hatched from eggs and born into the world.
‘The strike accompanied by the sound of thunder and a flash of light was the realization of that possibility as the strength level that exceeded the threshold combined with my image.’
The same was true of the vision that penetrated beyond spells and mysteries.
That is the result of maximizing the potential of the essence of ‘seeing through’ implied by night vision that has reached critical mass.
Of course, just because there was a possibility did not mean that all skills and abilities could be applied to the area.
The condition for the possibility to germinate was when the ability approached a certain critical value.
The incredible strength of human flesh to break the speed of sound.
Or, a skill called night vision that has reached its maximum proficiency.
And since Dehaman’s armor fighting was also on the verge of reaching 100% mastery, the primary condition for combining the areas had been achieved.
All that remains is realization of the possibilities and practice.
In fact, the clue was already being figured out.
Pieces of enlightenment had been creeping into Dallen’s mind ever since his mastery reached the late 90% range.
Like when he delivered a thunderous blow to the Great Master.
And just like when I saw through the witch’s true form hidden by the ash cloud.
Dallen slowly unraveled the thread of realization that was settling in his mind.
And the high intelligence level led the owner’s feet to the inside of the cave without any deviation even during the deep contemplation.
***
The devil’s abode was not far away.
I walked into the cave for about five more minutes.
As a voice echoed loudly, Dallon muffled his footsteps and walked forward slowly.
“Bring more sacrifices now! “Didn’t I tell you to offer a sacrifice?”
“Haha, devil. It is said that an intruder broke into the cave a little while ago. “This place is no longer safe to offer sacrifices.”
“How rude! I am here, so how dare you make such nonsense about it being unsafe! “Will you come to your senses only if your snout rots away?”
“Oh devil. please…!”
cell.
A warlock wearing a black robe was hunching over with his hands clasped together.
A huge shadow stood in front of him.
Dallen looked at the huge, shadowy mass writhing alive and killing people behind the rock.
‘It’s a guy.’
It looked like the shadow of a huge tree had emerged from the ground and had become self-conscious.
On the one hand, the dark, irregularly shaped dark clouds seemed to be waving like giant, multi-meter-long clouds.
“Do you know fear? Do you know fear! “You said you were an intruder, so who needs to tell you what a curse it is to you?”
As it spewed out its anger, the irregular cloud body rumbled and a red energy filled it.
At the same time, something like an ominous fog slowly flowed from his body.
The guy shouted.
“If there is an intruder, you must prepare for battle and offer sacrifices to seek my grace! An impure believer like you deserves to be eaten!”
“Please, just that…!”
The warlock belatedly discovered the fog approaching him. He was startled and fell backwards.
Then, the dark fog seemed to have been waiting and attacked him like a wild animal stalking its prey.
“Aaaah!”
Wherever the fog touches, age spots and mold bloom simultaneously.
Between the rusted and falling clothes, the soft tissue exposed under the skin is leaking blood and pus.
The warlock, who was screaming with his mouth bubbling with green foam, soon went limp.
Soon, the skin and muscles of the dead body began to melt and be absorbed into the black fog.
“hmm. Umm. After all, corrupted magic power is the ultimate delicacy.”
The devil, who had consumed both soul and body, muttered while chomping at his appetite.
There seemed to be no need to watch any longer. Dallen slowly walked out from behind the rock.
“hmm?”
The devil, who had thrown away the remains of the warlock that had turned black due to a curse, felt the presence of someone and turned to look at Dallen.
said the devil.
“Hoo, are you the intruder?”
Dallen didn’t answer.
He simply reached for the back of his waist.
Charrrrrrr……
A soft sound of metal rubbing comes out.
The chain, shining softly in purple, naturally wraps around the hand and wrist like a living snake.
“That’s…!”
The devil’s eyes widened when he saw the chain.
Dallen, seeing that embarrassment, slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
The advance payment for this request was kept in my pocket for a long time after I received it from Lucia at the branch of the Holy Knights in the Labyrinth City.
It was time to finally use ‘Halman’s Chain’, a corrupted holy object lost by the Holy Knights a long time ago.