Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 72
Sanctuary Battle (3)
“Commander, the siege weapons sent from the headquarters have arrived. Hooks and ladders have also been resupplied.”
The staff reported in a businesslike tone. Edgar, the leader of the Holy Knights, nodded slightly.
“What about the injured?”
“Except for the two paladins who were hit by the relics of the special lease, all of them have recovered.”
“Did those two knights go to God’s side?”
“…I’m sorry, but that’s the case.”
The staff had a confused expression. Edgar’s blurred eyes could not see the expression.
“…….”
However, sometimes there are emotions that can be felt even without words.
‘Some of the casualties were his direct subordinates.’
Recalling the report he received at the end of the skirmish in front of the castle walls a few hours ago, Edgar raised his hand and patted his advisor’s shoulder.
“Let’s delay the next attack for two hours. Please allow the warriors recovering from their injuries to rest. “For the remaining troops, defend the siege more thoroughly.”
“yes.”
The staff retreated. The sound of footsteps moving away.
Edgar turned his gaze away from the sound of those footsteps and inadvertently looked up at the sky.
Spring was the approaching season. The sunlight felt warm on my skin.
And the warm ground was filled with the smell of thick blood and cold metal.
A war caused by the vice-captain’s scheme among the Holy Knights, who should have united as one under God’s will.
‘civil war.’
The cruel words rolled in my mouth with bitterness.
‘And that too at a time like this.’
Edgar sighed lightly. What he gained in exchange for losing his eyesight was not only Ye Jian.
My stomach has become more delicate than before, and it feels like I have gained a few more eyes and a sixth sense.
And I don’t know if it was from that sense or the influence of foresight, but vague premonitions about the future began to appear at some point.
In fact, most of his known precognitive abilities were not direct revelations from God, but were the product of premonitions.
A vague premonition that comes in the form of calmness, anxiety, or anticipation.
However, considering that I had never been wrong, I couldn’t just ignore it.
‘Anyway, this too is probably a gift from God.’
And about a few years ago now.
His premonitions began to send faint warnings.
It’s not clear, but it’s a form of subtle anxiety that keeps tickling the edge of your senses when you forget it.
In addition, as time passed, the form of the anxiety became more and more evident, and now it was to the point where I was having nightmares once every two days.
‘A dream in which an enormous attack of monsters invades the crack.’
In the dream, the headquarters of the Holy Knights collapsed.
The knights who fought to the end were brutally trampled, and this land, a heavenly fortress and ours, became a charred ruin.
I had to somehow prevent it from reaching that conclusion.
To that end, even a single paladin, or even a crusader, was important.
Despite the unprecedented situation of a civil war that should never have existed in the Knights Templar.
That was why Edgar wanted to preserve the strength of the Knights by saving at least one more rebel instead of wiping them out.
“what? Did you just see that? “Did I see something wrong?”
“Oh no! Obviously…”
Then a faint rumble was heard. It was a small commotion that began to spread throughout our troops’ lines.
Edgar broke his thoughts and raised his head.
Not long after, I felt the presence of the staff running towards me, panting. Edgar asked.
“What’s going on?”
“Captain! The rebels on the walls are falling!”
The staff member shouted. Edgar didn’t ask.
He expanded all his senses to their limits at once, except for the obscured sense of sight.
The range of sensations instantly extends to the walls of the sanctuary and beyond.
The sacred tattoo engraved around the eyes begins to glow softly and the endless flood of information begins to digest.
“It was a success.”
Edgar smiled.
The special team members who had been tightly guarding the sanctuary were collapsing.
As the core of the curse disappears, the brainwashing is released and you lose consciousness for a moment.
The staff officer who saw the knight commander’s smile spoke immediately.
“I will send all troops in immediately.”
“…for a moment.”
Edgar grabbed his staff. He frowned slightly.
Amidst the overflow of stimuli, a faint presence tickles a sense of déjà vu.
A presence that suddenly appeared out of thin air. And then the presence of Vice-Captain Everlock disappears.
“…this.”
Edgar, who had been fighting against the monsters of the crack all his life, knew.
Who is the owner of the presence that feels vague even to his sharp senses?
I wonder who that unbelievably free magic of space transfer came from.
“Take a formation against high-ranking monsters.”
Edgar said. The staff looked puzzled. Are you suddenly a monster? A high-ranking monster too?
For a brief moment, all kinds of thoughts passed through my mind, but my long training and experience quickly dismissed those judgments.
In times of war, the judgment of the knight commander is absolute.
The staff member shouted.
“Take a large high-ranking monster formation!”
“It’s a large high-ranking monster formation! To company position!”
“To location!”
“To location!”
Paladins and crusaders move in perfect order as soon as an order is given.
The siege network that had been built for the siege was instantly split into dozens of groups, each forming its own formation.
Behind the hurriedly moving knights and warriors, Edgar slowly raised his head.
“…….”
His pale blue eyes moved slowly.
Even though he couldn’t see, his eyes seemed to be chasing something.
And the moment the end of the gaze crossed the castle wall and touched the high roof of the sanctuary.
Kwaaaaang!
The roof of the sanctuary exploded, sending up a huge cloud of dust.
[―――――!]
A roar that resonates the souls of mortals sweeps through the area.
Climbing through the gray debris and dust with a long howl was a large body with blue scales that seemed to be well over 10 meters in length.
It was a huge dragon, flashing coldly against the warm spring sunlight and showing off sharp energy.
“It’s a subdragon!”
“Load the siege weapons!”
The Holy Knights who saw the dragon responded quickly.
A carriage-sized ballista was pulled and a catapult imbued with divine power was slowly rolled away.
Although they are referred to as siege weapons, the main purpose of these weapons is actually to hunt giant monsters.
The huge catapult guided by divine power and the ballista coated in silver and greased with sacred oil were effective weapons even against giants and dwarf golems.
“…….”
Meanwhile, Edgar did not take his eyes off the sanctuary. His hazy eyes were still chasing something.
Instead of looking at the dragon that had already risen into the sky above the roof, his gaze was still directed towards the dust cloud.
The rest of his senses, which were more sensitive than his lost sight, and his sixth sense, created by the mixture of those senses, recognized a distinct presence in the dust cloud.
Phew!
Something rises through the dust cloud.
The new model is much smaller than the previous dragon’s large body.
The blue holy sword was held in the hand of the warrior who kicked away the remains of the roof flying in the air and leaped towards the dragon.
‘Dalen, a warrior whom God pays attention to.’
Even though he couldn’t see it, Edgar smiled once again at the clearly felt presence.
He remembered that presence.
No, it would be more accurate to say that it can never be forgotten.
On the day I went to visit Lucia and her group following Yejian’s revelation, the moment I encountered a warrior who had single-handedly dealt with a special platoon in the forest.
How can he forget that the anxiety that had been tickling his insides for years disappeared like the melting snow, even if only for a moment?
That day, Edgar had a hunch.
The nightmare of the apocalypse that has been predicted for a long time is now fast approaching in the near future.
This warrior that God is paying attention to is the most important person who can overcome the apocalypse.
Grumble –
The knight commander drew his sword. He left command to his staff and walked through the formation.
His steps flowed past the loading catapults and ballistas.
White flames covering the pure white sword body fell to the ground like water droplets, indicating that the owner of the first holy sword had raised the sword.
***
‘Arrogant and cowardly reptiles.’
Although it was an experience beyond the monitor, it was the definition of sub-dragon given by Daelon, who had fought countless times with the dragon race.
They were not beings like true dragons or ancient dragons that transcended mortals and sometimes rivaled gods.
Although they are steeped in mystery, they are a people who depend on physical fabric to survive.
However, as they were hired as servants of the True Dragon or Ancient Dragon, their eyes became much higher, and it was their habit to look at mortal beings, including humans, as if they were insects.
This is despite the fact that he was hunted countless times by those mortal beings and was the main culprit in making the term ‘dragon hunter’ known to the public.
Kwagwagwagwa-!
A storm erupts from the tip of the sword and splits the air.
The dragon, which moved its huge body nimbly, narrowly escaped the storm and spread its wings wide.
Its yellow eyes shine. It was a precursor to a spell.
[――!]
As the mouth full of sharp teeth opened and spewed out strange, incomprehensible language, a huge wave of power shot out from in front of its head.
Pfft!
An invisible force struck Dallen’s body. It was such a shock and pressure that an ordinary person would have been instantly crushed to death.
Dallen shook off the shock with just one breath and turned around in the air to correct his posture.
Hehehe,
there is nothing under my feet.
The place where I jumped by stepping on the flying roof fragments was dozens of meters away from the ground.
If you fall, you will not only get injured, but it was a structure where you had no choice but to be hit by a flying dragon.
[In keeping with the theme, crawl on the ground, you bastard!]
The dragon shouts with all his might. Dallen quietly opened his eyes.
In a heated head and the flow of time stretched out like a stick of taffy, the inner gaze recognizes beyond the image in the moment of falling.
Excited. Excited. Rumbling….
Pulsating mountain ridge, red-stained sky, endless thunder and metal pieces flying sporadically below.
Before he knew it, his eyes were drawn to a corner of the snow-covered mountain where all kinds of strange terrains were located.
Squeak! Kurrrrr!
It was a waterfall of stones and sand falling upside down.
Large and small pieces of stone and pebbles climbing the cliff into the sky.
It bounces in the air and soars into the sky, as if bouncing on a trumpelin on modern Earth.
[Leap (E)]
– A technique to lift one’s body high with one step. Although it is a simple movement, it contains a comprehensive application of strength and technique.
– Mastery level 100%
Skill information naturally comes to mind in the image.
This is a terrain derived from the skill obtained from killing the Silver Mask Assassin a long time ago.
The leaping skill, which had been a large part of his mobility for several months, had finally reached 100% mastery by destroying all of the underground ruins.
Thump-thud-thud-
thumping rocks. Ripples occurring in the air below.
Dallen, who enjoyed watching fantasy and martial arts since he was young, did not limit the concept of jumping over something to just the ground.
The waterfall of rocks pouring backwards was a picture showing the expansion of possibilities created at the end.
“Seup-”
I take a deep breath, shifting my gaze to reality. Concentrate your mind from your spine, through your thighs, and all the way to your toes.
Just like when using the jumping skill for the first time, it contained only the necessary force without being excessive.
Underneath my feet is empty space.
Nevertheless, nothing is impossible if you try to overcome it.
The air itself is a stepping stone, and the magical winds flowing through this world have become a solid floor.
What is needed is experience typified by superhuman strength, skill, magic sensitivity, and proficiency.
And there is only an imaginary vessel that holds it all.
Wow –
in the middle of the sky.
Ripples begin to ripple beneath Dallen’s feet.
The magic power in the air was distorted and created a strange flow.
The magical wind that flows without stopping creates a round, closed flow, forming a shape similar to solid ground.
The leaping skill that broke the floor, split the wood, and pushed the body was manifested by pushing the magical platform with the tip of the foot.
and.
Wow!
His body is shot out with the sound of exploding firecrackers.
The dragon’s vertically slitted eyes were filled with astonishment as he watched him shake off the remaining power of the spell and fly away.
[What a petty mortal!]
The thing let out a roar and opened its mouth wide. A blue energy wavered from the slightly visible inside of the throat.
‘Dragon’s Breath.’
A tingling sensation lingered on my skin as I felt the magic and death in my breath, and it rang an alarm in my head.
It was natural. The breath shooting from that snout was powerful enough to melt even Dallen’s body, which was harder than steel.
But Dallon did not back down.
Since ancient times, the dragon’s breath becomes more threatening the further away it is.
Doesn’t the old dragon hunters’ saying say that when a dragon breathes is not only the most dangerous situation, but also the best opportunity to attack?
‘It was the same when attacking the Hydra boss mob beyond the monitor.’
Dallon, recalling the past, smiled lightly.
I remembered the first time I encountered the breath that filled the screen.
It felt like I was being hit by a living, iron castle that I couldn’t attack with my weak characters.
However, after getting used to it, the irregular claws and spell patterns became more annoying, and didn’t they just wait for the moment the dragon gathered its breath and cut off its head?
Seup –
I take a long breath as I shake off the memories.
A new strength that extends to the extremities of the limbs along with breathing.
Pretzel-gwang-!
The magic power of the area is distorted under my feet, and with each step I take through the air, a tornado explodes.
The acceleration achieved through the recoil of the leap soon approached the speed of sound.
When looking up from the ground, Dallon’s body almost looks like a shade of gray.
And by the time the breath was ready to come out of the dragon’s mouth, Dallen’s body was already within a stone’s throw of the dragon.
[How dare you…!]
The holy sword is brought face to face with the huge front paw that swings reflexively.
Beyond the intense pressure pressing down on my arms and shoulders, I can feel the taste of hard scales and tough leather cracking.
Kwakagak!
I swung my holy sword twice with my flailing front foot, gathered magical power under my feet once more, and leaped through the air.
Kwaang-!
Dallon, who reached just below the snout in one go, caught the dragon’s claws and raised his left hand instead of his steam-spewing right arm.
Good luck!
Armor of flame that surrounds a solid fist.
The hand, which originally looked like a bear’s paw, was covered in flames and became twice as big.
bang!
With strength exceeding that of a giant, he lifts the dragon’s half-open snout from its lower jaw and closes it.
[Chorus!]
I let out a loud scream. Some of my breath escaped through the closed muzzle.
Before the snout opened again, the flame armor surrounding Dallen’s hand flickered for a moment.
and.
Quaaaaaaaa!
The storm of flames that broke through the tomb of the Sandstorm Dynasty spread out like a fan like a dragon’s breath, covering the blue scales of the subdragon.