Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 69

Infiltration Operation (4)

‘It was a coincidence.’

Inside the tomb, the altar, the soul urn, and the gray corpse below.

Dallen looked at them and thought about the past for a moment.

An episode in which dozens of demons invaded the rift at the same time and the Holy Knights collapsed helplessly from the enormous force.

Daelon, a mercenary hired by the Holy Knights, took refuge in an underground ruin with about a dozen survivors.

The devil’s pursuit was persistent. It crawled through all the traps in the ruins and chased after them.

As if my nature, full of violence and murder, would be satisfied only if I painfully kill every last person.

In a chase with no end in sight.

Survivors are decreasing one by one.

A paladin torn by the devil’s claws and teeth. A mercenary who was caught in a trap attacking the devil and whose lower half of his body was crushed.

The end of the journey, filled with screams and anguish, was the king’s tomb at the bottom of the ruins.

And among the ten or so survivors, only one arrived there.

It was only Dallan’s character.

‘There was no room to run away anymore, so this was the place where I made my last bet.’

The king’s tomb.

There, Dallon’s character once again encountered the devil.

Unlike the one-sided pursuit, a fierce battle took place between the two. That was because the devil had become weaker.

He came down by destroying the ruins’ traps head-on, and eventually even took on the guardian guarding the king’s tomb.

A demon that has lost all the power it gained as a sacrifice, and even the curse left behind by its guardian upon death has clung to its body.

On the other hand, Dallen’s character was a warrior who had entered the ranks of heroes in his own right as he endured until the beginning of the full-scale apocalypse.

A boss battle that lasted nearly an hour. After a literally nail-biting battle, Dallon beyond the monitor finally won.

however.

‘Just when I thought I won, he absorbed the soul jar.’

That was a coincidence.

The demon, who was reduced to rags after being hit by Dallen’s sword, accidentally fell towards the altar and crushed the soul jar with his body.

As soon as the demon absorbed the soul inside the jar, it recovered all of its wounds.

In front of the demon who regained his strength, Dallon’s character died without any time to escape.

[Intruder-]

A low, deep voice echoes through the tomb. Dallen was brought out of his thoughts.

An ominous feeling tickling the edge of one’s senses. He frowned and looked toward the center of the tomb.

Sssssssssssssssss.

In the middle of the tomb.

A dark energy rushes into the simple sarcophagus.

The black energy raised the skeleton in the coffin. Immediately, it wrapped its limbs and created something like a robe of smoke.

The moment when the staff floats inside the coffin and is caught in the skeleton’s grasp as if being sucked in.

Goowooung –

A flame blazed brightly in the empty eye sockets along with the sound of an alien magical power.

The Skeleton Wizard glared at Dallon and opened his jaw.

[I am the king’s guardian, Kashan Horahaak!]

Boom –

A staff that strikes the floor. Sparks flew beneath it and a strong wind blew.

A guardian shouted from the center as a gust of wind blew away all the dust that had accumulated over thousands of years.

[You who have invaded the tomb of the Supreme King! In the name of my guardian, I command you to immediately return to your original place…]

“Cough! “Fucking fine dust, you bastard.”

[……?]

“What if you don’t have lungs? “You selfish bastard.”

Dallen used the devil as a fan to sweep away the dust.

The Skeleton Wizard looked a little dazed when he saw that. The devil complained, ‘My life…’ with his expression.

Then a light flashed.

Pararaerak-kang!

The hatchet turned into a disk of light and bounced away. Dallen twitched one eyebrow slightly.

Block it? This? I even bluffed and it worked.

Looking closely, it wasn’t completely blocked. The guardian staggered back a few steps and was clutching the area around his collarbone.

Wow. Bone dust falling from the deeply grooved clavicle, with incontinence stretching out like a spider web.

The guy groaned.

[Great. As expected, he was someone I shouldn’t talk about.]

The flame inside his eye sockets flashes like this. The guy raised his staff.

[The price for violating the king’s rest. The curse of death will lead you to a painful eternal rest!]

A sweet voice with an alien power echoes in the tomb. An ominous energy comes from all directions.

Goosebumps appear on my skin. Dallon’s black eyes flashed as he sensed a crisis.

A vision that not only penetrates the darkness of the night, but also sees the mysteries and secrets of this world.

That gaze penetrated the essence of the spell melted in his voice.

‘curse.’

It is a spell that can be said to have taken a step into the art of verbal magic, even omitting chanting.

Dallen kicked up the holy sword he had placed with his toe and grabbed it again. Immediately a wave of curses washed over him.

Cheeeee!

The seal of the curse shield emits intense light. Dragon’s blood spread throughout my body, warming my muscles.

A curse that fills your lungs with sand. A curse that causes beetles to eat the eyeballs from the vitreous. A curse that causes maggots to grow in the intestines and the heart to stop for no reason.

Dallen’s head heated up as he faced a curse that would have killed an ordinary person dozens of times.

I was quick to judge.

This was like fighting the Ash Witch.

It’s a fight to see whether he falls first due to the wave of curse or whether he gets two skulls before that.

‘It’s a quick decision.’

Senses and intelligence levels are used to their maximum potential.

In a time that stretched out like a taffy, Dallon put down his shield.

Meat shields were meaningless anymore.

Because the curse aimed at his being was not the type of attack that could be blocked with a shield.

Quack!

Toes digging into the stone floor. The ground beneath your feet shakes with your superhuman strength.

Humid

energy exploded from his shoulders and covered his arms and fingertips.

Smirk.

In an instant, a skeletal wizard who was laughing and rattling his jaw, building a multi-layered dark defense wall, came into view.

It was then.

“Sigh! Hmm! “Whoop whoop!”

Suddenly, I started to hear the sound of something being crunched under my feet.

A sound so ravenous that even the senses that had been concentrated just before the collision were instantly distracted.

[…….]

“…….”

Dallon lowered his gaze. The meat shield he had just released was inhaling something like crazy.

The face of a guy with half-closed eyes and drooling.

And for a moment, Dallon felt his body become lighter. what?

“Mmm tsk tsk tsk tsk!”

Every time the devil chews something ravenously and swallows, the curse covering his body melts away one by one.

The muscles regain their original strength and the maggots that were digging into the intestines disappear before they are burned by the dragon blood.

Only then did Dallan see it.

Halman’s chain, which wrapped itself around the core of the thing, and wrapped around the body of the thing with its end.

That corrupted holy object is emitting a soft purple light.

“Oh no. “I didn’t mean to eat it…!”

The devil came to his senses belatedly and became aware of Dallen’s gaze. The guy kneeled down, hastily wiping away the drool that had flowed.

The crime of eating something alone during battle. It was a crime that could have beaten the owner for two days if he was crazy about fighting.

But it was force majeure, so what should I do? The damn holy object that wrapped around the core of my soul suddenly said something and stuffed something delicious into my mouth for the first time in a long time? How can you tolerate that?

Even though he thought it was unfair, he was a devil who put his hands together and prayed as he was cut.

And an unexpected answer came back.

“Good job. “Keep eating.”

“Never eat without permission during battle again…huh? yes?”

“Keep eating.”

The devil was dazed. Has the owner turned around? No, did you lose your taste after being cursed?

But the devil immediately nodded.

In times like this, all you have to do is shut up and nod. It was a truth I learned after being beaten for a long time.

After seeing the demon nodding his head like crazy, Dallon turned his gaze back to the guardian.

[…How could this happen?]

The Skeleton Wizard was also looking here with a puzzled expression on his face. Dallen laughed and grabbed the back of the devil with his left hand.

With the meat shield in front again, he walked towards the skeleton wizard.

The skeleton wizard took a step back without realizing it. I chose the next best option, cursing, using a nobleman as a shield, but what should I do if that doesn’t work?

Dallon grinned as he stood a few steps ahead of the Guardian, who was clinking his chin.

He said.

“Please try again.”

[This…!]

He raised his staff again. Dallen also swung his sword lightly.

For a while, the sound of bones breaking echoed through the tomb.

***

“Ouch. “Keueuuu……”

An immortal demon hanging down with a loud belching sound.

“I can’t eat any more…”

The devil gently stroked his small, protruding belly and slowly lowered his eyelids.

Dallen, who was holding the back of his head, chuckled. He kicked the shattered bone pieces with his foot.

The Guardian’s body was powerful. The strength of bones alone is stronger than that of steel.

Moreover, even though Dallen’s sword cut his skull in two, he did not die and continued to move and shoot curses.

In the end, the guardian’s movements barely stopped after the bone joints were cut into pieces.

‘Of course, if I had used the power of the realm, it would have ended sooner.’

The tomb chamber deep within the ruins was not very spacious.

If a lightning strike was used in such a narrow space, the soul complex could have been destroyed in the aftermath.

However, when using flame armor, which is used in armor fighting, it was impossible to use the holy sword when dealing with a witch doctor.

“My stomach feels like it’s going to explode…”

“Stop acting so harshly.”

Dallen approached the altar holding the demon.

A mysterious energy was wafting around the altar like a haze.

It is a type of magical energy, but it is a different type of energy than the pure magical wind.

The energy, which looked like a shining white cloud, rose from the altar, was sucked into the entrance of the soul jar, and then cycled back up the base of the jar and permeated into the altar.

‘How did you process the soul?’

By borrowing the power of the realm, I was able to roughly understand what kind of energy it was.

The energy circulating through the altar and complex is a single soul and magic power created by somehow combining the souls of hundreds of people.

However, it was unclear how it was done. It’s probably the result of the soul altar technique. We can only guess that much.

Dallen lifted the demon onto the altar.

And then he just threw it into the jar.

“What is this – ugh!”

The jar shatters, and a whitish energy explodes out from above the altar.

Dallen took a few steps back. The white cloud broke into hundreds of pieces and spread out in all directions.

And the next moment, the scattered cloud pieces stopped.

A white energy that seems to be staring at the devil. Soon, hundreds of pieces of white energy attacked the devil.

“Ugh what is this! Ugh!”

The devil screamed and struggled on the altar. That didn’t mean the white clouds fell.

It was surrounded by a white cloud and began to absorb its energy with its whole body. Dallen didn’t know it, but this was a phenomenon in which fragmented souls threw themselves away, longing for a vessel to take refuge in.

Of course, because his soul was connected by Halman’s chain, he could feel the devil’s power growing.

Dallen let the demon go berserk and retrieved the body.

[The body of the warrior who played tag with the devil has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]

[Inheritance reward: Strength +1 Prowess +2 Senses +1 Reredonara’s Secret Sword (B) Explorer’s Left Eye Fragment]

The hand that was absorbing the light trembled.

“…Class B?”