Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 67
Infiltration Operation (2)
Dallon ran. In front, a brother paladin was running as a guide, and in the back, two wizards were running together.
Looking back at Lucia at the rear, he stretched out his hand and caught the flying arrow. The brass arrowhead sparkled with gold.
“Holy shit!”
Lucia shouted. Arrows and blades bounce off the shield she wields.
Felber and Tommy Valentino hastily apply a shield spell to everyone in the group. Dallen thought as he kicked away another arrow with the back of his hand.
‘It’s not good.’
Senses are ringing alarm bells everywhere. The wall is approaching. Passages were suffocating from all directions.
The cracks between the walls were filled with rusty blades, and the cracked ceiling was pouring out dirty oil.
Dallen looked up and held the sword with both hands. Is it possible to cut off oil with a knife?
“Elle Nimentum!”
At that time, part of the approaching wall broke and a pile of dirt rose up.
The wall of earth and sand that was built in an instant caught the pouring oil for a while, but collapsed as soon as the group passed.
“Are you okay, Master?”
“Hehehe! Even though I’m old, my legs haven’t rusted! “When I was young, I often went down to labyrinths!”
Felber chuckles and responds to his student’s concerns. He was a very cheerful old man.
Dallen pulled out his steel sword and cut off the flying javelin. It was a javelin made of brass, even the shaft.
“Lord Heston! How long do I have to run!”
Kurrrrr!
Lucia shouted as she saw the floor and ceiling becoming one behind her, just twenty meters away.
“That’s it! “It’s not a map with traps or hidden paths separately marked…!”
“You stupid bastard! Just go to the restaurant or warehouse! “You must have set up a trap where you eat!”
“Right! “Then this way!”
The Holy Knight brothers fight and run in the end to find their way. For some reason, Dallen couldn’t shake off the tickling feeling of anxiety.
It’s not because the two paladins are inferior. After watching them for a day, I found that even though they were bickering, they were finding the right path.
However, are there any pitfalls when going to the restaurant?
The problem was that his intuition, which was probably the most superior among the group, did not say so.
‘We are not avoiding a trap.’
Dallen’s intuition told him so.
‘I’m being chased by a trap.’
That doesn’t make sense. How could a trap placed quietly follow them?
Dallen focused on the sensation. The five senses, such as touch and sight, were combined to become something more, and I looked beyond the wall.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
Googgeuk!
Bricks moving through the ground between passages. Engines swimming through the dirt and reassembling.
As if they were alive, they chased the party’s traces, throwing arrows and blades and crushing the passage.
Fuck. Is the museum alive an upgraded version? Dalen internally called out to the weeping demon in subspace.
‘hey.’
[Ugh, I said something wrong…yeah!]
‘Say it straight and don’t drag it on. The walls and traps are alive and moving. What happened?’
In fact, he didn’t know much about these ruins.
It is a game whose core content is preventing the apocalypse. Most of the episodes were on the side of humans, struggling to somehow save the continent and prevent its destruction.
In some episodes, there were times when I turned around and took the side of the apocalypse, or I threw everything away and did pastimes like being an herbalist or fishing.
‘Being an herbalist or returning to farming can be healing, but being an archaeologist makes you study things like hieroglyphs and the history of the continent in earnest, right?’
In the first place, I escaped from gaming because it was hard to make a living and I had a headache.
Even in that game, there was no way I wanted to study like crazy while playing archeology at a historic site.
“…Tsk.”
Dallen clicked his tongue. What I regretted was what I regretted, and what I didn’t know was what I didn’t know.
And if you don’t know something, it’s usually better to ask someone who has lived a long time.
In this case, it wasn’t a person, but a demon on a leash.
[…probably a guardian created through soul altar techniques.]
‘Soul altar techniques? that’s right. The Sandstorm Dynasty often activates statues and structures by injecting them with souls.’
[Where on earth is that…a dynasty that collapsed more than 3,000 years ago?]
The Sandwind Dynasty.
An ancient civilization whose remnants can now be found only in the great western desert.
Although little historical information remains, their dynasty possessed the technology to handle powerful golems.
‘We only once fought together as allies during an invasion by evil gods.’
A country that has already been destroyed.
However, because of that brilliant technology, some kings and their armies were still languishing deep underground in the desert.
Even with that technology, it was impossible to prevent the apocalypse.
[The Sandwind Dynasty is a civilization that is well-versed in the art of soul altars. In important places such as tombs or military facilities, souls were embedded into the buildings themselves.] It
is not a stone statue, but rather a building is infused with a soul. Dallen’s eyebrows twitched.
‘So you’re saying they’ll chase you until they’re all gone?’
[Probably so.]
The answer is to run away. Then there was only one way. Fighting.
Dallen slowed down. He shouted as he stood next to the two wizards and Lucia who were running behind him.
“Run without stopping! “I will follow you soon.”
“what? “What are you talking about?”
Felber’s eyes widened. Instead of answering, Dallon sheathed his steel sword and pulled out his holy sword.
As I held it with both hands and drew on the power beyond the image, a low thunderous sound echoed through the sword face.
Felber sighed.
“How can you expand the territory to that extent in such a short period of time… I understand. “Go first.”
The two wizards ran ahead of him, and Lucia passed by him.
She looked worried but didn’t say anything. He must have an idea. This is a person who defeated a devil and a witch, but came back alive and well.
Dallon responded to that strange look of trust by raising the corners of his mouth.
He stopped.
Amazing profit!
Coo coo coo-
the floor is shaking. The walls and ceiling seem to crush him at once.
In front of him, Dallon took a short breath. An energy swirled from his shoulders and ran to his fingertips.
I have fought countless times with living, breathing things. Even with beings who died and came back to life.
But what if it wasn’t alive to begin with? Dallen’s eyes sparkled. There was no such thing. As long as it was a hostile entity, it was alive in a way.
Whether its appearance is a stone, a machine, or nature itself.
Soul altaring is a forgotten skill that is almost obsolete.
Thousands of years ago, technology was in fact a realm closer to mystery than a spell.
A vision that sees what is hidden in mystery, created by incorporating night vision into the realm.
His vision, which even penetrates the witch’s domain, sees through the approaching walls and traps beyond.
Unlike when fighting the witch, I couldn’t find any body.
But the hostility directed at him. I felt clearly that I wanted to kill the intruder in front of me.
That was enough to swing the sword.
Whoops!
The holy sword flashes and cuts through space, scattering storm-like trajectories behind it.
The narrowing wall suddenly cracked, and the explosion that erupted from the scar shattered all the bricks.
The walls and ceiling flinch and recede like living creatures.
Dallen smiled viciously and swung his sword.
The blue sword body let out thunder.
***
The wall breaks. The ceiling is falling. It looks as if you are dealing with the ground itself with a sword.
However, Dallon looked not at the land that was coming, but at some will beyond it.
If it’s an earthquake, there’s nothing we can do. There is no will in the cracking earth and pouring mud.
However, as long as the opponent is attacking with a clear will, it is possible to break that will.
Gurgling!
In a flash of light, the ceiling that had been struck was reduced to powder, and the wall that had been struck was broken down and returned to the stone and dirt it had been in before it was created.
Every time that happened, the ruins flinched and the walls or ceiling fell back.
As if the thing that was breaking was a part of my body.
Quack! Rumbling –
how many times did the thundering sound coming from the tip of the sword echo within the passageway of the ruins?
Before we knew it, the narrow passage had turned into a huge cavity, pressuring the intruder in a different way than before.
Kyaang-!
Golden bullets bounce off the swung sword.
In front of hundreds of brass bullets pouring down, Dallon swung his sword without stopping.
Bullets being torn apart by a storm of crushing swords. Some of the dogs had skin ripped off their heads, faces, arms and legs, and their muscles were torn in shallow places.
The power contained in each bullet was no joke. It was several times more powerful than the bullet fired by the special forces member not long ago.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
Dallen responded simply. A little more strength was given to the sword.
A holy sword that swings faster and stronger. The barrage pouring in from all directions, front, back, left and right seemed to be blocked by some wall and could not advance any further.
Phew.
Rough breathing.
Phew.
A heart that pulsates as strongly as your breathing.
For the first time in a long time, my physical strength is pushed to its limit. Has there been anything like this since confronting the fragment of the demon Arachne that resided in the Great Apostle?
He is strong enough to cut down even the lowest level demon, and now the living relics are attacking him and trying to kill him.
“Puhuhuh.”
He chuckled, blowing steam out of his mouth. okay. This is the game I played.
This is a game where no matter how strong your character is, you will be faced with more challenges.
The characters raised near the end of hundreds of episodes were superhumans who could not be compared to any other hero.
Characters who can grab a high-level demon with a single sword and close the jaws of a dragon with a single spell.
Isn’t the apocalypse coming to this continent that has turned even them into cold corpses?
Damn it!
Huge ax blades fly in from all directions. I cut them all down with a single flash of the sword.
A rock the size of a house hit my head. When the holy sword was raised and stabbed, pieces of stone were whipped up like a tornado along with a thunderous sound.
A feeling of stiffness in the shoulders and twisting of the internal organs. As I used the area over hundreds of times in a row, my stamina level almost caught up with my strength, and I was able to squeeze out all my strength for the first time in a long time.
The more you push yourself to the limit, the more the corners of your mouth rise. It was like that when I caught and stomped frogs in the sewer. It was like that when I chased the Ash Witch through the forest.
They say the mind follows the body. Even though Dallen had no interest in philosophy, I had no choice but to say that what he said was correct.
At least for this moment.
The office workers who cursed this medieval-style world for being backward and squinted at the rough fabrics and fishy urine-flavored beer were disappearing.
At least for this moment.
He was nothing short of a divine warrior who came down from heaven to fight.
[Crazy…he was crazy. My master.]
The voice of the devil muttering inside. Despite the rudeness, Dallon chuckled and adjusted his sword.
The joint has already reached a lull.
Death was still coming from all directions, but the ruins could no longer aim their blades at him carelessly.
Dallen looked down at the sword he had fixed.
The holy sword was sparkling without any teeth.
It is a holy sword that blocks brass bullets and huge boulders, and remains unbroken even after shattering ceilings and walls.
Even the legendary blacksmith LeVeron Ahakim found it difficult to create such weapons.
Rolling.
At that time, the door on the other side of the cave opened. When was the door made? Dallen sniffed his nose, which had become uncomfortable due to the dust.
In fact, it has been a long time since the distinction between doors and nabals disappeared as the ruins were arbitrarily put together from brick to brick.
Tidy Dick. Tidik.
Scarabs crawl out from inside the door.
Each one of them is as big as a large motorcycle. The golden shell and jewel-encrusted eyes looked quite cool.
These were objects from Dallen’s memory. A type of stone statue used as a war weapon in the Sandwind Dynasty.
Tidididik.
Tidik. Tidy Dick.
The scarabs used their thin, sharp legs to surround Daelan widely. At an estimate, their number seemed to be in the hundreds.
The biggest one among them stepped forward.
And soon its shell opened and a head like a pharaoh’s mask came up.
Pharaoh Mask looked around for a moment with a blank expression, and when he found Dallan, he exclaimed, “Oh!”
That opened his mouth.
“Hello—eok?!”
“ah. “Did you mean to say hello?”
Dallen, who had covered the mouth of the mask with an axe, spoke belatedly.