Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 71

Sanctuary Battle (2)

‘Hey.’

Dallen called the devil.

[Yes, master!]

‘Can you eat something like that?’

[If it’s something like that…? Ah.]

A confrontation with the vice-captain. A friendly explanation was difficult. Nevertheless, Arbor, whose soul was connected, quickly understood his intentions.

What Dallen was pointing at was the black crystal behind his back. It was the core of a curse that the two paladins were still trying to somehow lift.

The devil hiding in subspace thought for a moment and answered in a slightly shaky voice.

[…It is possible.]

‘Really? ‘Good.’

The fight does not end when the vice-captain is defeated.

As long as the core of the curse remains intact, the brainwashing of the special forces and the crusaders will not be resolved.

However, he will not be defeated.

Of course, the hundreds of specially hired paladins and crusaders were powerful.

Dallen was already a superhuman who had surpassed humans by a long time, and there were even reinforcements led by the leader of the Holy Knights outside the castle walls.

However, they were only trying to avoid the damage that the knights would suffer in that fight and the future that would bring them one step closer to destruction because of that damage.

[However, in that core, several types of magic power are so intricately intertwined that I have to use all the power I gained a few days ago…]

‘If I’m done with it, I have to work. Eat that thing as soon as I pounce on it.’

[…….]

The devil let out an uncomfortable sigh. Dallen said nothing and focused on what was in front of him again.

I told you to tear it down, so I will tear it down. Because that was the power of the holy object.

“You are so arrogant, warrior. Even if God were to look down on you, do you think salvation would come to a lowly barbarian bloodline like you?”

The vice-captain raised his sword. Blue energy was shining and flowing down the sword, which was translucent like crystal.

“This is the first time I knew the God of War was racist. If not, you are either a heretic or something. “The latter is more convincing.”

Dallen sneered and took his right foot back slightly.

Left foot slightly tilted. Put a little more weight on your right foot.

The two hands holding the sword are held out high above the solar plexus and the tips are pointed towards the opponent’s head.

Rather than following a certain method of swordsmanship, an embodied posture was developed naturally as skills and experience accumulated.

The vice-captain’s eyes brightened slightly. The guy raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

“Hoo. So you’ve had some taste of swordsmanship? In that case…”

Boom!

The center of gravity shifted to the left foot, instantly transforming into superhuman leg strength and crushing the stone floor.

Dallen’s new type, shot with the speed of an arrow from a powerful crossbow.

“…sigh!”

At perfect timing, the vice-captain, whose words were interrupted and his breathing disturbed, barely managed to raise his sword.

Dallen lowered the holy sword without hesitation. At the same time, I felt the devil emerge from subspace and attack the core of the curse.

“…What is that!”

The moment when the vice-captain’s eyes were filled with bewilderment as he watched the sight of a demon twice the size of Jangjeong attacking the core of the curse.

Quaaaa!

A storm swirling along the path of the holy sword filled his eyes.

***

Sword and sword become intertwined.

A series of attacks and defenses that aim for a vital point with flashy techniques, press down on it with force, disrupt the delicate balance of that power, and instead of retrieving the flowing tip of the sword, strike it with the pommel.

In a single moment, dozens of sword strikes are exchanged, and the fierce fight continues, aiming for each other’s neck, head, heart, hands and ankles.

It wasn’t just a contest of speed or strength.

It was a battle of experience with the sword, dexterity to improvise, and the brain to predict the position of the opponent’s next sword tip and foot.

Damn it! Kkkwang-!

Eleven sharp sword strikes continued without a break.

Shaking off the sword blade tangled at the end, Dallon stretched out his foot and struck the ground.

Quarr!

At the moment of advance, armor of flame surrounds the leather boots and shin greaves.

As he took that step, the stone floor in the area shattered into pieces, and at the same time, flames began to flicker in every crevice of the broken stone.

“Hmph!”

Unable to overcome the loss of balance and the rising heat, the vice-captain jumped from his seat and jumped high.

Dallen did not miss the opportunity.

Crushing the ground once again with his leaping skill, he catches up with the guy and unleashes thunderous sword strikes.

The moment a flash of light flashed and a thunderous sound shook the armory, a bolt of lightning crashed through the roof of the sanctuary.

「Thunderstroke」.

Gurgling!

In an instant, the light that filled the armory faded.

After landing on the ground, Dallon immediately took his stance and chased after his opponent’s presence.

Beyond the tip of the sword, pointing to the place where the flash passed, according to the senses captured before sight.

“…Ugh.”

Surprisingly, Vice-Captain Everlock was still aiming his sword at Dallan.

“How could a barbarian…take God’s lightning…”

Of course, he didn’t look like he was fine.

Armor and skin charred here and there.

One eye must have been hit directly by a flash of light, and fluid is flowing down the closed eyelid, and a terrible burnt smell is coming from the affected area that has been burned.

On his side, where the armor and flesh had been torn away, a half-broken rib held on to barely spilling internal organs.

Anyone can see that he has suffered fatal injuries.

But Dallen did not rush in.

“…and you also know the power of my holy sword.”

Seaaaa…….

As soon as the vice-captain spoke, his sword glowed with light and instantly healed all the wounds on his body.

Kwagwagwak! Sigh!

At the same time, a blue aura formed around it, scratching the stone floor of the sanctuary menacingly.

Dallen looked at the vice-captain’s sword, which was scattering light in a colorful manner.

‘The third holy sword, Numisrak.’

A miracle that allows the user to quickly recover from any fatal wound the moment they are injured.

And it was a powerful holy sword with the ability to attack enemies who interrupted the moment of recovery with an aura of destructive power proportional to the wound.

“Did you see it? You cannot defeat me, barbarian. No matter how much your sword tears through my flesh, God’s grace washes away all the wounds. “I will never die.”

The vice-captain smiled leisurely. Dallen blew his nose.

He swung the holy sword with an indifferent expression.

“Let’s see if it can be regenerated no matter where its head is cut.”

Dallen took a long step forward. The vice-captain took a step back without realizing it.

Dallen laughed when he saw that. Of course I would be scared. Even though he pretended to relax, his body probably never fully recovered.

Thanks to the Holy Sword’s tremendous recovery ability, he only looks fine on the outside, but

the aftereffects of the lightning strike are still gnawing away at his insides, making his body creak.

‘It’s the lowest level, but it even negated the devil’s regeneration, so it’s impossible to overcome it with a holy sword that you can’t even handle completely.’

“Sa disappeared!”

“The devil! Where is the devil! Did they disappear together?”

I could hear the Holy Knight brothers making a fuss behind me. At that moment, Arbor also ate all of the core of the curse.

The person who returned to subspace reported in a shaky voice.

[Master’s order…complete…]

The demon fainted because he used too much power.

Soon, the brainwashing was lifted and the special forces and crusaders, who had been temporarily shocked by their consciousness, began to collapse.

“this person…!”

“I will help too.”

The voice of the vice-captain was embarrassed. Now the situation has clearly turned.

As the brainwashed knights fell, Lucia, who had been keeping them in check, also came to Dallen’s side.

“How can this…”

The vice-captain could not hide his embarrassment. The guy continued to hesitate and retreated. Dallen smiled wickedly.

It was then.

[This is truly foolish and insignificant. Even though Cheongrin lent his strength, he was defeated by a mere human and was struggling.]

Behind the vice-captain’s back as he was retreating.

Someone wearing a deep hood stopped me from stepping back in fear.

***

No one sensed a presence.

Until the hooded figure appeared, or rather, before he opened his mouth and uttered his first words.

The being who appeared quite suddenly placed a thin, slender hand on the vice-captain’s back indifferently. And said.

[If Cheongrin hadn’t made a deal with Enaxagus through the witch, he wouldn’t have come to save your insignificant life.]

“Who…”

The vice-captain turned his head. No, I tried to turn it.

However, the moment he lifted his head halfway, a strange magical energy stirred and his body disappeared.

A presence that has completely disappeared, as if it had never been there to begin with.

Lucia’s eyes widened at the strange phenomenon that occurred in an instant.

“Who are you!”

[Tsk. [It seems like an insignificant insect.]

The hooded being waved its hand as if it was bothered.

He turned his gaze away from Lucia and looked around at the armory in disarray and the paladins who were standing up without their brainwashing.

Its presence is still faint.

Lucia, who noticed that something was unusual, lit up a white flame on her sword body.

“If you do not reveal your identity right away, I will hold you responsible for trespassing into the territory of the Holy Knights without permission.”

“no. “Go away.”

It was Dallon who stopped her.

“They can’t deal with this yet.”

A thick, large hand gently pulling your shoulder.

Dallon stepped in front of Lucia, who hesitated and retreated from the touch, holding the holy sword in front of her.

He knew.

Who the hooded figure is and how strong it is.

Aside from the fact that it was something that appeared suddenly and no one present could sense its presence.

[The corpse of a warrior eaten by a blue-scaled dragon was discovered.]

The translucent letters floating above its head directly revealed its identity.

‘My dragon.’

It’s not a real dragon.

They are mysterious creatures and a far inferior race compared to beings who can bring fire and lightning with a single flap of their wings.

But despite this, there was no one here who could deal with him except Dallen himself.

Even he was a being that had to be dealt with with all his might, without any time to protect anyone.

[Hmm.]

When he saw Dallan, he slightly tilted his head.

The vertically slit eyes under the hood shed a faint magical light.

[Looking again, you are a bit big for a bug.]

The guy said.

[In that case, we should step on it before it grows bigger.]

The air has changed. A faint presence, as if it were not there, becomes clear.

The skinny hands peeking out from under the generous sleeves turned into huge paws with scales and claws.

What appeared to be an ordinary hooded robe was covered with a tight covering, as if it were an optical illusion.

The presence itself becomes fear and attacks the sanctuary.

The specially appointed paladins who had just woken up after falling down after their brainwashing were released stumbled again and fell unconscious.

“Ugh…”

Even Lucia narrowed her eyes, burning with divine power, and took a few steps back.

In front of the clear gap that separates predators from prey, Dallon smiled with a triumphant smile.

He said.

“I didn’t plan on winning the Dragon Slayer title already.”

[…What?]

The dragon asked. The guy slowly lowered his head from where it was touching the ceiling.

Sparkling yellow eyes. The dragon’s unique fiery magic waved behind it.

Dallen felt no fear there.

The dragon’s blood factor pulsating in his heart was a trace of something superior to him, even if it was just a part of it.

“I just happened to have one more skill that I hit 100% on. “I think you would be a perfect test partner.”

[I don’t understand. Such vulgar language…]

The dragon could not continue speaking.

Cry!

With the sound of thunder, a small hatchet that seemed as if it would split a head flew out as a huge flash of light.

Float!

Beyond that flash.

This was because the shiny yellow eyes, torn vertically, reflected the divine form of a warrior flying down from the ground.