Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 63

Internal strife (3)

Tern raised his hand. He held his index and middle fingers together and waved them forward three times.

‘Advance.’

It was a hand signal to move forward.

Let’s go.

The platoon members who received the signal carefully advanced through the grass. Tern also took a slow step forward.

They were special rentals.

A unit dedicated to special missions that only outstanding talents in the Holy Knights can join.

They were combatants who were armed with top-class weapons and special equipment and received appropriate training.

Swoosh –

Black leather and matte sheet metal brush against the bushes without a sound.

The thin leather clothing that covered the neck and the mask on the face prevented even the light of the sacred tattoo from leaking out.

Tern activated the tattoo on the back of his neck. It was a sacred tattoo that strengthened one’s eyesight and allowed one to see in the dark.

‘There it is.’

Between the trees about a hundred steps away. The target was there.

A mercenary tasked with escorting the Holy Knight they had been chasing since the afternoon.

He was a large warrior who seemed to have come from the northern Frost Highlands.

He was about two meters tall and his muscles were clearly visible even through his armor. Black eyes as well as long black hair.

Contrary to the information that said he used a sword and a shield, the guy was wearing only a sword and no shield.

Other equipment he was equipped with was a dagger behind his waist, a hatchet on his right waist, and a long, wide object tied behind his back with a chain and cloth.

A long and wide object.

‘Holy sword.’

According to what the vice-captain said, that was the sixth holy sword, Tortanis.

The treasure of the Knights’ Order that was originally supposed to be buried in the headquarters’ secret place.

However, I heard that a few months ago, a paladin named Barrett took it with him on his way to the labyrinth city on a training trip.

‘How on earth did they do that?…’

Actually, Tern didn’t understand.

He was familiar with Barrett’s name.

A talented person who has stood out since his days as a trainee engineer with outstanding skills and a respectable personality.

How did someone like that get the idea to steal the holy sword?

No, it was unknown as to how the Holy Sword got into the headquarters secretariat where it was stored.

The secret space is a space that can only be entered with the approval of the knight commander.

Even if the knight commander was absent, entry was impossible without the vice-captain’s approval.

‘…Hmm.’

At that moment, I felt a tingling sensation in my head. For some reason, Tern felt like the thoughts he had just had were blurry.

He shook his head. Do not think about unnecessary things during the operation.

What mattered now was the goal in front of me.

‘The holy sword he has. ‘That is something that could possibly change the course of this civil war.’

Although it was said to have virtually lost its power in the devil’s hands, the Holy Sword was the Knights’ greatest treasure.

Considering the political and symbolic meaning of the Holy Sword, it could certainly be used as a card to overcome a war situation in which one was at a disadvantage.

Charrrrr….

It was then.

The barbarian wriggled and pulled out his holy sword.

The blue sword body is revealed as the cloth and chains are released.

Tern took a small breath as he looked at the sword’s body, which was subtly blue.

‘Have you regained your strength…?’

Tern stopped walking. I was so embarrassed that I forgot my hand signals.

You said that the Holy Sword lost its power? How is it shining?

If the Holy Sword did not lose its power from the beginning, it means that the barbarian warrior was recognized by the Holy Sword.

If so, it means that they are trying to attack the warrior chosen by God who has been recognized by the Holy Sword.

If the Holy Sword had truly lost its power, that would have been a bigger problem. If so, it means that the lost power was regained in the hands of that warrior.

It means that it has gone beyond the level of mere recognition.

‘Ugh!’

My mind becomes complicated. That unpleasant tingling sensation from earlier penetrates my head again.

‘Let’s focus on the mission. On a mission…’

Soon the confusion disappeared and only the purpose became clear. Tern opened his frowning eyes.

He raised his hand to signal an attack…

“…Huh?”

The warrior in front of me had disappeared.

All that Tern’s strengthened gaze caught was a pile of dirt sticking up from where the warrior was.

As my senses were instantly lifted, I heard the sound of tree branches breaking one after another.

and.

“Kwaaaaaak!”

A scream was heard from beyond the forest.

***

‘Five with this.’

Dallen swung the holy sword and shook off the blood droplets.

At his feet, a corpse wearing black armor was cut in two and cooling.

He scattered his senses and decided on his next target. And I gave strength to my legs again.

Pow!

The soft dirt beneath his feet explodes and his body shoots out.

Dallen moved from the ground to the tree and from tree to tree, repeatedly accelerating with his leaping skill.

In the darkness where even the moonlight is obscured.

His new form became a blurry shade.

The average person would not be able to notice the difference between the shadow and the swaying shadow of the grass.

Even if they were special knights whose eyesight was strengthened with sacred tattoos, they were not much different.

Suddenly!

Another one. The severed upper body spun around in the air.

Dallen, who was about to leave, swung his sword. Something shot out of the darkness and hit his sword.

Kwaaaang!

Metal collided with metal and sparks flew. In that momentary flash of light, the shape of the object that was fired was revealed.

‘Chain weight?’

It was a chain with a small weight at the end.

What makes it different from a regular chain weight is that the length that extends beyond the grass is several meters or more.

Charrrrr!

As soon as the attack was blocked, the chain weight returned to where it was launched. Dallen ran, following a vague trace disappearing through the bushes.

It wasn’t long before a special team member was seen retrieving the chain weight.

“How…!”

A black mask of embarrassment. Dallen lowered his sword.

That moment.

I heard something explode next to me.

Kwaang-!

For a moment, it felt like time slowed down. It was a phenomenon created by his sense values that far transcended the human realm.

Slowed down time. Accelerated sensation. Lead beads were caught scattering and flying between them. Fuck. Is it a shotgun?

Dallen did not retrieve the sword he had slashed. The speed of the flying lead bullet was too fast for that to happen.

Instead, he added his left hand to the sword handle. And then I took a short breath.

Swoosh –

a vortex of magical power begins from the shoulder.

The vortex reached the fingertips just as the holy sword split the head and chest of the special unit carrying the chain weight and exited to the side.

And a storm began at the tip of the sword.

Blah blah blah!

The sword swung once in a large circle creates a wall of wind in the exact same path it was swung at.

Dozens of flying lead bullets either hit the sword face or were caught in the aftereffects of the crushing sword, causing him to lose strength or, with luck, tear through Daelon’s armor and skin.

It hasn’t been that long since the skin was torn like that. Dallen immediately threw away the hatchet after blocking the lead bullet.

The hatchet was sucked into the bushes, followed by a thud. There was no screaming.

Dallen immediately kicked the ground.

‘We have to deal with them before they escape.’

A special lease from the Holy Knights.

Among the knights, they are a special force that performs particularly dangerous missions and are trained to use all kinds of strange weapons hidden in the knights’ armory.

They only had the abilities of a paladin, but in reality their fighting style was closer to that of an assassin.

Unlike inquisitors who deal with cultists, corrupt heretics, or the devil itself.

This is because special leases were people who inevitably performed ‘unofficial’ missions of the Knights due to certain political intentions.

As such, it was obvious that the moment even one person returned alive, the next attack would become more elaborate and sophisticated.

Even though there wasn’t much left until the main event, I couldn’t let down my guard.

From his experience of trying to save this world hundreds of times, being careless here leads to death.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!…!

The paladin with his neck half-cracked falls down with a deathly groan.

After ten minutes of hunting, there was only one person left.

And after watching the change in formation, it turned out that he was their commander.

Rustling.

Dallen approached at a leisurely pace, wading through the grass.

The commander of the special unit also seemed to realize that it was inevitable and stayed in his position without moving.

The two were soon able to visually identify each other. Dallen asked.

“What is your name?”

“Tern.”

The black mask shook. It was a tense breathing.

“Are you aiming for the holy sword?”

“Yes.”

“Did the vice-captain order it?”

“…You are not the kind of person who can speak so carelessly.”

Dallen chuckled. This is not a paladin, but a pseudo believer.

He lightly adjusted his grip on the holy sword. And then he took a step forward.

At that moment, the special agent held out a stick. And the tip of the stick glowed.

Bwaaaah!

A loud noise that shakes your eardrums. White light fills my eyes.

Through my dizzy vision, I saw some powder being scattered, sparks flying out of the powder, and then spontaneously catching fire.

Ride, ride!

Before I could react, the flames sparked from the powder covered my entire body. The armor I bought in the city started to burn up in an instant.

Dallen closed his dizzy eyes.

And I let go of the sword.

Good luck!

A tightly clenched fist.

Flames flicker from both hands and run across the skin.

The flames engulfed his fists, arms, and shoulders, covering the half-burnt armor with flames.

Soon, the flames surrounding the entire body like armor engulf and extinguish the fire emitted from the stick.

Dallen opened his eyes.

The special agent was looking at him with a bewildered expression.

“…was he a wizard?”

Dallen responded with his fist.

Quack!

The outstretched fist breaks the black mask and crushes the skull.

The mask, made of hard material made of metal and leather, shattered like glass.

Thick brain fluid and blood flowed out, and pieces of the shattered mask stuck to my fist.

Dallen waved his hands. He picked up the holy sword that had fallen on the floor.

And suddenly I felt a presence. His hands became blurred.

Wedge-!

The dagger that was stuck in the back of my waist flew out.

It was a spell slayer, a magic dagger that broke spells and twisted the wizard’s magic sensitivity.

The opponent did not hit the dagger. Surprisingly, it wasn’t avoided either.

Slurp –

the tip of the flying dagger gently intertwined with the pure white blade. The straight sword body guided the dagger as flexibly as a flowing river.

The dagger that flew between the eyes lost its power in the flow.

A falling spell slayer. The final destination was a soft dirt floor.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, but I am sorry.”

Let’s go.

Inyoung sheathed the white sword, picked up the dagger, and took a step forward. He held out the blade and held it out.

“I heard that the vice-captain dispatched a special platoon targeting the Holy Sword. “Even though I ran straight away, I was a little late.”

The man laughed softly.

The blue eyes were out of focus. Although his gaze was clearly directed at Dallen, it seemed as if he was looking into space.

Left arm with fluttering sleeves. On the other hand, a strong right arm and grip that feels like every muscle.

The light leather armor worn over the cloth clothes had the pattern of the Holy Knights engraved on it.

Dallen accepted the Spellslayer. He roughly placed the dagger in his belt and held out his hand.

“It looks like you came to the right place. “Nice to meet you, Commander.”

“Nice to meet you. God’s attention is Dallon.”

A man who slightly raises his bleary-eyed eyebrows and smiles more cheerfully.

The one-armed swordsman holding Dallen’s hand is the leader of the Holy Knights.

It was Edgar Reinhardt.