Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 68

Infiltration Operation (3)

The pharaoh mask with an ax stuck in the center of his face trembled. The brilliance of the yellow jewel eyes disappeared.

Gigi Geek – Boom.

Perhaps because the mask was a key device, the giant scarab underneath it stopped working and collapsed.

Dallen clenched and unclenched his hands shakily. Did you throw it for no reason?

I shook my head. That wasn’t it. What would you do if you said it was an intruder and immediately sent a spell?

The Sandwind Dynasty was a civilization built on tremendously advanced magic, including soul altar techniques.

These are people who can not only imbue a statue with soul and make it move, but can also make the statue recite spells.

Among them, there was even a spell that turned the opponent into a sand statue.

I can confirm this because I fought with them in just a few episodes.

Tidy Dick.

At that time, another scarab walked out.

He stood next to the scarab that had stopped working and opened its shell to reveal a bust wearing a pharaoh mask.

The Pharaoh Mask glanced at the previous mask with an ax in its mouth. And he spoke in a surprised tone.

“this. It was an axe. “I could almost believe it was a spell.”

The scarab gently raised its clawed front leg and pulled out the axe.

Pharaoh Mask looked around at the ax for a moment, then slowly placed it on the ground and pushed it in this direction.

An ax returned after sliding across the ruins floor. Dallen picked it up.

Giving back the weapon seemed to mean that he would not be caught in the attack he had just made.

As if the guess was correct, the Pharaoh Mask greeted me again.

“I’ll say hello again. “Hello?”

“…I’m sorry for throwing the ax at you all of a sudden, but it doesn’t look very good.”

Dallen said, putting the ax in his belt. It was right not to say hello.

The walls and ceiling are attacking him, trying to turn him alive into jelly, and brass bullets are coming at him like exploding Cremors. How can he be safe?

“…but. Looking at the way things are going, it seems like that would be the case. Let me introduce you first. My name is Kheph Nehakara Ahashepsut, the 14th king of the great Sandwind Dynasty. “What is your name?”

“Dallen.”

“Nice to meet you, Dallon. Could you please wait a moment? “I think I’ll have to read the guardian’s memory terminal to know the exact situation.”

Dallen nodded and lowered his sword. After obtaining consent, the jewel eyes of the Pharaoh’s mask began to spin.

“Fufu…….”

Cheeeee…….

White steam coming out from the exhaled sigh. Steam slowly rising from the entire body.

As soon as you accept the Pharaoh’s offer and gain some time and relax slightly, the regenerative factor of dragon’s blood begins to rapidly restore your body.

In fact, even for Dallon, it was difficult to stay healthy with all kinds of traps pouring down from the walls and ceiling of the ruins.

The reason he was able to immediately recover the functions necessary for battle was because his stamina level and dragon blood mastery increased dramatically compared to before.

In other words, damage to the digestive system and some skeletons that were not immediately needed for combat had accumulated significantly.

Cheeeeeee –

the twisted blood vessels and nerves were corrected, and the broken bone fragments and wounds throughout the internal organs healed in an instant.

While his body healed, Dallon thought about something else for a moment. King. He is the king of the desert, so he is called Pharaoh. I think I’ve somehow heard of the 14s there.

“…….”

I look back on the cooperation with the Sandwind Dynasty that has occurred only a few times in my memories beyond the fuzzy monitor.

The Sandwind Dynasty had more than one king, and even its name was extremely difficult. Fortunately, thanks to my recently increased intelligence level, I was able to retrieve the information I wanted.

‘The 14th king of the Sandwind Dynasty. ‘Khef.’

It seemed like they just took the first name and called it Khepp. He was the pharaoh who formed a united front for what must have been two hundred or ten rounds.

What was unique among the pharaohs was that they had a very gentle disposition toward humans.

“hmm. “Thank you for waiting.”

At that time, the jewel eye that had been spinning like a computer’s loading cursor stopped.

Pharaoh Kheph seemed to be thinking about something and then suddenly opened his mouth.

“The guardian of the graveyard has declared you an enemy. “I’m asking this without any malice, but have you ever attempted to rob a grave?”

“no.”

The Pharaoh tilted his head. he asked again.

“I’m really asking this without any malice. really. Anyway, the owner of this tomb crossed the Nehakara River. It cannot be resurrected. Moreover, I understand that the old traces of our civilization are quite valuable to your species.”

What could be wrong with digging up some unclaimed graves? He added in a tone that seemed to justify grave robbing.

It was quite funny for a pharaoh to say something like that, but Dallen still shook his head. Why don’t you say no when it’s not?

“I was just passing by.”

“No matter what, it is a military facility and tomb, but it was just a passing road…”

“If it was abandoned more than 3,000 years ago, it is a military facility, a cave, and just a cave.”

“Hmm, that’s also true.”

The Pharaoh Mask nodded up and down. Dallen slowly relaxed his shoulders.

In a short period of time, all cracked bones and torn blood vessels returned to normal.

Thanks to his high stamina level, he didn’t feel very tired even though he was regenerated with dragon’s blood.

“Then I’d like you to tell that guardian or something to leave me and my group alone.”

“I’m sorry. “That might be difficult.”

Pharaoh Kheph shook his head. Dallen’s eyebrows twitched. A king? How can I not be a tomb guardian?

Khef must have read that expression and spoke with a sad voice.

“That’s because I’m not the owner of this cemetery. I have no command. Now, I am only briefly connected to this place through the consciousness that was planted during the construction of this place, but my true body lies in my own resting place far away from here. “This connection will probably be lost soon.”

“Is only the owner of the graveyard the authority to stop the guardian?”

“That’s usually the case.”

Fuck. Dallen’s face contorted a little more. I heard that the owner of the cemetery was found earlier. They say it can’t be resurrected. So does this mean that this ruin will only stop if you destroy every last brick?

I was able to catch my breath for a while and my condition returned, but that was an unanswerable thing.

Even now, as I see the threat of life tightening from all directions, the so-called guardian is bracing himself.

The Pharaoh slowly tilted his head and spit out something unexpected.

“…Rather, I think the answer may be the nobleman you serve.”

“Noble?”

“It seems closer to being captured rather than being served.”

[what? Me?]

I heard the devil’s voice in my head. Pharaoh Kheph smiled slightly.

“exactly. Tree lying down in a small abode in a fantasy world. How can we not recognize you? “Although all the lush leaves and branches have been cut off, only the roots and stump remain, and most of that seems to have rotted away.”

[What are you talking about? I don’t know people like you? Is this our first meeting?]

“They say you forgot your past glory in the cauldron of Enaxagus. “I wanted to dismiss it as a rumor, but it turned out to be completely untrue.”

A pharaoh mask muttering in a confused voice. Dallen also tilted his head.

What kind of tree is the immortal devil? Both the knight commander and this pharaoh kept telling him things he didn’t know about this devil.

‘I can’t help it. Once I got caught, George was a bastard that time, so I had to just ignore him and avoid him as much as possible in the game.’

In any case, it was clear that this demon slave had some secret hidden in him that he did not know about. It seemed like I didn’t really know either.

“All the souls of the Sandwind Dynasty will remember you. “Noble person.”

[Huh…?]

Pharaoh Mask bowed his head. The devil’s response was that he still didn’t understand.

The yellow jewel eyes began to lose their shine again. A similar reaction to when Dallen split his head open with an axe. It seemed like the connection was being lost.

Khef looked back at Dallon and said one last word.

“If you want to stop the Guardian, you will have to destroy the soul jar.”

“…Thank you.”

With those words, the eyes of the Pharaoh’s mask lost their light. Dallen grinned. okay. I should have said that a long time ago.

The soul jar was something he also knew. No, in fact, I was even thinking of finding an opportunity to find it.

‘Because the soul jar of the ruins is a good source of restoring demonic power.’

This is a fact that I accidentally discovered at the cost of my life.

I never thought I would get a demon slave, so I thought it was useless information at the time.

Gigigikkik –

As the Pharaoh’s consciousness leaves, the ruins begin to move again.

A flash of murderous intent. Walls and ceilings shaking and moving.

Dallen adjusted his sword. Even the scarabs had their eyes colored red, as if they were intent on giving it a good fight.

purr! Kurrrrrr.

And the ceiling rotated. After taking a few turns to guess something, they started pulling out huge stone pillars.

Kugugugu-

A stone pillar rushing straight from the ceiling to the floor. It felt like dealing with the fist of a handmade rock giant.

Dallen gripped the sword tightly with both hands. As I took a short breath, a whirlwind-like energy enveloped my arms again.

A holy sword that has not yet been removed.

A thunderbolt that tears even the devil’s body apart with thunder and flash.

The combination of the two can destroy even that pillar. It was the moment when I was about to swing my sword.

‘I think the noble person you are serving may be the answer.’

Suddenly, Pharaoh’s words came to mind. I wasn’t the type of person to talk nonsense. Dallen called out to the devil in his heart.

‘hey.’

[Yes, yes?]

‘It sticks out.’

‘?!’

The devil couldn’t answer. Dallen commanded with determination.

“Come out now.”

Chrrrrrr!

Halman’s chain did its job. A chain stretched in the air, and a demon came out of the end, clattering.

Regardless of my intention, the demon released from subspace was caught in Dallen’s hands.

“Now wait a minute! That…I’m dying!”

The devil shouted as he saw the huge stone pillar approaching. Regardless, Dallon grabbed the demon’s back and held it out toward the pillar.

A stone pillar that breaks down with the force of destroying a castle wall.

The pillar of force that would turn the materialized devil into a blood clot and crush Dallen behind it at any moment was

tall.

“Hoo.”

Just before colliding with the devil.

It stopped right in front of his nose.

Kurrrrrr.

It’s as if time has stopped.

The pillar, unable to withstand the recoil of the deceleration, shed fuzzy dust and fell into pieces.

Dallen slowly turned his demonic hand around. I also tried shaking off the back of my head.

Every time that happened, the distorted ceiling and walls twitched, and the brass beetles that seemed ready to attack at any moment hesitated and retreated.

“ah…?”

A devil with blank eyes. Dallen laughed lowly and this time fixed the devil.

A holy sword in his right hand. In his left hand is a meat-no-devil shield.

Now that we were equipped with the perfect equipment for conquering the ruins, it was time to begin the raid in earnest.

***

Tidididik!

A scarab is running towards you. The sharp claws and long spit inside the snout were threatening.

Sigh –

Dallen thrust his shield in front of him. The shield looked a bit flimsy.

It looks like a lump of dark clay that doesn’t seem to be able to block arrows properly.

flinch!

However, when the scarab saw the shield, its body stiffened. Dallen immediately lowered his sword.

Kwazijic!

The scarab split in two without even thinking of counterattacking.

Dallen glanced at the status window. The experience gained was great.

The number of beetles alone has already exceeded one hundred. Each one of them gave me experience points for killing a dozen monsters like frogmen or gnolls.

Kugugoogung!

The walls and ceiling, which were trying to change their shape, stop what they are doing and become quiet when the shield comes to life and writhes.

Dallen walked trotting down the motionless passage. There was a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Ugh, my fucking life….”

The shield, no, the devil complained.

It was used as a portable stove in a backpack, and now it has literally become a meat shield.

Of course, the Sandstorm Dynasty had some unknown relationship with him, so he was never actually attacked.

Still, being a meat shield is a bad thing in itself.

He was a devil.

A demon who chews and tears humans as sacrifices and commands warlocks and necromancers. A noble being who deserves to curse this world and be dragged into hell.

Now that I’ve been released from the long-term seal, I was thinking about making that wish come true again, but some gangster comes in and attacks me…

“Hey.”

The devil suddenly came to his senses. It was the owner.

Just hearing this voice makes me feel angry, my heart feels heavy, and my vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, aren’t you answering?”

“No, master!”

“They’re all here.”

“yes?”

“They’re all here.”

The devil rubbed his eyes and looked ahead. His master was standing in front of a huge stone door.

A stone gate as huge as the gate of the gateway fortress that I saw a while ago.

So what? The devil couldn’t understand.

He carefully raised his eyes and looked at his owner. The owner looked down with indifferent eyes and said.

“open it.”

“How do you…?”

“Can’t you?”

This thing is no more than a meat shield. Dallen blew his nose.

I felt uncomfortable as if a little bit of brass dust got into my nose and mouth. Even inside the armor, pieces of brass were rattled by stone chips.

I need to finish the operation quickly and wash up. To do that, something had to be done with this ruin.

Finding the way was easy. There was no map, but the signs left here and there on the floor of the hallway were a kind of signpost leading to important places.

The place Dallen wants to visit is the king’s tomb, which is the deepest part of the cemetery.

Even if you didn’t play archeology, it wasn’t difficult to find the mark.

‘Because I followed that thing when I was chased by the devil.’

The end of one of Dallon’s two visits to the ruins.

A dozen demons and their army invaded from the crack, and the Holy Knights collapsed while fighting against them.

As the game reached the latter half of the game, his character was a mercenary who was in the ranks of superhumans.

However, despite this, it was not enough to fight alone with a demon who had become more powerful than usual after taking as much of the sacrifice as possible.

At that time, it was to this ruins that I escaped, chased by a demon, along with a few other survivors.

The last words left behind by the archaeologist NPC who was leading the group’s retreat at that time were to follow the direction indicated by that sign.

At the final destination, Daelen arrived in front of the king’s tomb and was branded as a major intruder by the ruins, breaking through the trap and engaging in a final bloody battle with the weakened demon.

Anyway, I can’t open it. Dallen slightly relaxed his shoulders.

If I put down the devil, the ruins would immediately change their stance, so I couldn’t do that.

He placed the holy sword on the ground for a moment and raised his fist. The armor of flame instantly enveloped the entire hand and arm.

‘Armor is a means of defense and a means of attack at the same time.’

As I recall the secrets of Dehaman’s armor fighting, the fist part of the flame armor begins to wriggle as if it will explode.

A materialized image and its slightly modified possibilities. The possibilities achieved in the field are extended to reality.

Sigh –

take a breath.

Swish.

Dallen held out his fist.

Quaaaaaaaa!

It was like the breath exhaled by a dragon.

A stone gate filled with all kinds of defensive spells.

All those spells and the several-meter-thick stone were instantly torn apart and melted by the rushing waves of flame.

A stone gate with a hole about two meters in diameter.

Skag.

Dallen pulled out the holy sword from the stone floor and entered it.

Hwii……

A chilling wind blows from inside the tomb. The musty air had a certain ominousness about it.

Uung

The curse shield’s seal glowed. Dallen ignored it. This level of cursing was bearable.

His eyes flashed, piercing the spell-filled darkness. Dallen quickly found what he was looking for.

‘There it is.’

Deep inside the tomb.

In front of the huge sarcophagus. Just by looking at it, you can see the altar with a strange energy and the jar placed on it.

and.

[The corpse of a warrior who had played tag with the devil was found.] The

gray corpse with its entire body torn to pieces, thrown by the altar, caught his eye.