Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 73

Sanctuary Battle (4)

Blue-scale subdragon Oxikirus could not understand.

To be precise, it would have been more correct to say that I could not accept it rather than that I could not understand it.

The Balaur are a race that can directly observe the flow of magical energy flowing in the air with their eyes. Even if it was a sub-dragon, its abilities were still the same.

That’s why he was able to see more clearly than anyone else.

How intensely the imagery spewed out from the realm of human warriors attunes magical power.

And even how the flow of such twisted magic power distorts the laws of reality.

‘…Dragon Hunter.’

Words that momentarily pass through my mind.

He had scoffed openly when he heard rumors of mortal hunters hunting down his own people.

Unless you are a fairly low-income person, how can you be hunted by mortals?

I even heard that more than half of the dragon hunters are short-lived humans, not elves or dwarves, which are long-lived species.

Oxycyrus thought that if an individual was low enough to be killed by such a short-lived species, there was no need to treat it as a member of the same species.

Even just a few hours ago.

Gurgling!

The warrior’s arms become blurred. At the same time, the steel sword strapped to his waist disappeared.

At some point, the steel sword that left the warrior’s hand exploded into a flash of light and was shot toward Oxycyrus like a harpoon of light.

A piece of metal that would normally not even be able to pierce a single piece of his scales.

However, the flash of light that struck him along with the sound of thunder was powerful enough to shatter his scales and tear his skin and even the internal organs underneath.

[――!]

A short shout of a spell. Oxycyrus concentrated all his magic power on his wings.

Then, magical energy swirled under the wings, sucking in the surrounding air like a whirlpool and spewing out.

A sharp, almost acrobatic change of direction to avoid the oncoming flash of light.

Crumbling!

The beam of light that passed by the right wing directly hit the inner wall of the sanctuary, blowing away part of the thick wall.

[Keuuu!]

When I use my magical power, my bones start to tingle. Oxycyrus frowned.

It had already been several minutes since I had been struck by his flaming fist, and my injuries still showed no signs of healing.

He’s a dragon. Even if you receive a fairly serious injury, you do not consider it a wound.

The bones and skin of the head that had been swept away by the flames regenerated in an instant. However, strangely enough, the brain regeneration was slow.

It’s as if every time the dragon’s blood tries to regenerate the brain, the residual heat inside my head blocks it.

That’s why it lost the magic power that supported its wings and fell to the ground, continuing the messy fight inside the knights’ sanctuary.

[――――!]

I muster up all my strength and let out all my might. Spells that could originally be used as if breathing were barely able to be created at their peak.

Blue crystals gather in the air and are shot like cannonballs, and an invisible force sweeps through the area, interfering with the warrior’s movements.

The warrior who was charging with the holy sword hesitated for a moment. A warrior who blocks crystal magic bullets by swinging his sword.

Damn it! Kwakagagak!

In the split second created by the exploding crystals, Oxikirus gathered magical power into his heart.

Excited.

A huge heart pulsates. The power latent in the heart was awakened by waves of magic.

Unlike the true dragon, where every drop of blood is imbued with mysterious power, the secret dragon’s heart is the only product of mystery where blood gathers.

And the ability that the heart possessed was a special power that was directly related to the identity of the dragon object.

A normal Oxikirus would never have used the power of the Dragon Heart against a mere human.

However, in the face of a life-threatening fight, those old thoughts quickly changed.

He’s a dragon.

A being above the heads of all mortals.

The predator’s pride did not allow it to be hunted like this by humans who were merely prey.

[In trivial mortal topics!]

Buguo -woong —

The power of the heart wakes up and the surrounding magic vibrates.

The dragon’s power, which could strangle the heart of a mortal just by its presence, quickly dissipated and faded away.

At that moment, the warrior, who had shaken off the crystal magic bullet, grabbed his sword with both hands and rushed forward.

Pod –

Oxycyrus’s large body disappeared on the spot.

‘I won.’

he thought.

No other result was possible.

The ability to turn half of one’s reality into an illusion, fold space, and swim through the gaps is a power he has possessed since birth.

Of course, the feat of a mortal flying through the air and summoning lightning and thunder with a single sword was impressive.

‘At least it’s a short-lived species’ struggle. It can’t compare to the power of the Dragon Heart.’

Jump over the space and occupy the back.

The warrior’s sword was splitting the spot where he had disappeared.

Oxycarus lightly swung his front paw.

From his perspective, it was a light attack, but it was powerful enough to break down a human wall.

The moment he twitched the end of his long snout and imagined the warrior’s body turning into a lump of blood.

Wedge-!

The tip of the warrior’s sword, which instantly moved twice as fast, drew a strange path and blocked his front foot.

[…What?]

Gurgling!

The sound of thunder breaking through the wall of sound and the whirlpool of sword blades tearing off the scales of the forepaws.

At that moment, Oxycyrus was unable to hide his embarrassment and immediately jumped through space again.

His vertically slit pupils reflected a warrior’s smile.

The guy muttered softly.

“What did you do that you’re already in Phase 2?”

***

The dragon’s presence suddenly disappears. The body of the guy who disappeared right before my eyes.

As soon as you encounter that surreal sight, your sixth sense begins to twinge, predicting a threat coming from behind.

It was not difficult to slightly twist the blade that was being struck and double the speed of the sword to strike the attacking front foot.

Breaking the sound barrier using only physical strength was already a success when dealing with the old Silver Mask Apostle, Telia Dan Sangju.

‘But the problem starts now.’

With the sense that time had stretched out, Dallon calmly made a decision.

In general, the blue-scale subdragon Oxikirus has a total of two battle phases.

The first phase consisted of using magic and breath while in flight to attack with overwhelming firepower.

The second phase was to use the power of the Dragon Heart to avoid showing any gaps through constant space transfer and small spells when vitality dropped below a certain level.

Pot.

When I swing my sword, the object disappears again.

My senses extended in all directions and I began to search for signs of him.

A high intelligence level allows you to analyze advantageous places to dominate from the opponent’s point of view.

Sreuk-

And the presence I detected in a split second was an infinitely small sound compared to the huge body.

As I turn my head towards the slight noise that sounds like thin grass shaking, a huge tail covered in blue scales pounces in front of me with the force of destroying a house.

Wedge –

there is no time to draw out images. The fleeting time given was barely enough to even swing the sword.

Geomro, who poured all his strength into twisting, once again breaks through the sound barrier and lets out a roar.

Kwaaaang!

The scales are split. The leather cracked. The tough muscle underneath was torn apart, returning strong resistance to the hand.

An ignorant mass that goes up to the hands, shoulders and arms.

At the moment when the wave of mass was pushed back and the thick tail was cut off.

Pot.

His presence disappears again.

“Tsk.”

Dallen clicked his tongue briefly.

I was thinking about it even through the monitor, but this was why Oxycyrus’s space transfer ability was so annoying.

An attack that had almost no warning. In hand-to-hand combat that penetrates blind spots, this side is not even given the time to fully utilize its capabilities.

However, the counterattack, which was successful with great difficulty, did not cause any damage.

Before the attack can finish, the guy jumps through space again.

With the sub-dragon’s regenerative ability, it would be able to recover from a wound of that magnitude in less than a few seconds, as compared to that of a fairly low-level demon.

“Fuck you lizard.”

Kwasik!

[Aaaah!]

He muttered as he hit the attacking snout with a pommel and broke one tooth the size of a human’s torso.

[Whoa!]

The dragon’s body disappears once again.

It was fortunate that the spell was blocked by beating the guy’s head with flame armor.

In a situation like this, if he had freely used his special crystal spell, the situation of the war would have turned against him.

Of course, this state could not last forever.

Until now, the heat of the flame armor had penetrated into the inside of its skull and prevented regeneration, but soon the regenerative power of the dragon’s blood would reach its full potential.

As time goes by and he recovers his brain, he will be able to use threatening spells as easily as breathing.

But Dallon did not lose his composure.

This was because his superhuman senses, which stretched out in all directions, had already recognized the presence of a figure running in this direction.

[What a bug! Die!]

The dragon wearing an evil sword gathers its strength and completes the spell. Three or four crystal magic bullets gathered above his head.

A spell that explodes the moment it collides and tears flesh into sharp crystal fragments.

The guy’s aim was clear.

While Dallan is dealing with the magic bullets, he plans to occupy his back and attack.

If I tried to deal with that attack, I wouldn’t be able to avoid the explosion of the magic bullets, and if I blocked or avoided the magic bullets, my body would be torn apart by the dragon’s paws.

A strategy that literally forces one to choose between two options.

Dallen grinned leisurely, looking at the energetic yellow eyes as if he was confident of victory.

He said.

“You came just in time. Have you ever tried grilled lizard?”

“I tried it when I was young. “Did you know that the tail part is especially delicious?”

A voice mixed with laughter is heard. Oxycyrus turned his head.

Someone was standing on the half-collapsed wall of the sanctuary behind the dragon.

Mortal. However, he is a human whose strength is comparable to or greater than that of the dragon.

The empty left sleeve flutters in the wind, and blurry eyes look down at the clearing where the dragon and Dallon stand.

Flames burning whiter than the sword itself were dripping from the white sword, entangled like sticky oil.

[The old monster of the knights…!]

Instinctive fear tightens the dragon’s heart. The dragon knew.

The man in front of me is a superman who is the reason why the demons in the labyrinth cannot easily cross the crack and who makes even his master, Cheongrin, hesitate in his steps.

He was a murderer who had killed as many as three of his blue-scaled compatriots under the same lord over the past two hundred years.

“We cannot deprive a divinity like Dallen of the opportunity to have the honor of a dragon slayer. And you were the one who dropped this flying lizard. “I’ll just give you a little help to keep him from escaping.”

Knight Commander Edgar said with a smile. Dallen chuckled.

I don’t know if it’s the honor of a dragon slayer or something, but does that mean you won’t steal experience points?

“I like it.”

Upon hearing the answer, a hand raises the sword. A white flame flashes in the center of unfocused blue eyes.

The sacred tattoos engraved on his muscular right arm shone brightly.

The divine power flowing out from the whole body and the flow of magical power distorting around it.

Swoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

For me, liquid white flames seep into the sky along the sword body stretched out over my shoulder.

Small flame droplets flow from the tip of the sword and spread across the clear sky of a sunny spring season.

The sight, which seemed to be like a fountain in a park slowly regenerating, had the power to overwhelm the viewer’s gaze.

and.

Kwasik!

There is a crack in the sky.

At that moment, the blue-scaled subdragon Oxikirus felt something was wrong.

It becomes impossible to cross space, and one cannot hide one’s presence between the gaps in space.

The power engraved in the pounding heart remains the same, but there is a feeling that something is preventing that power from extending into reality.

[What have you done!]

The dragon howled. Dallen laughed lowly.

‘As expected of a knight commander.’

Edgar Reinhardt.

One of the rare NPCs in this land that you can completely trust and rely on without being tempted by the devil or having your will broken.

It is no wonder that this superhuman, who has led the Holy Knights for more than two hundred years, has already achieved territory long ago.

A domain power based on his imagination that the player cannot acquire because it is not in the form of a skill.

One of those powers was unfolding before my eyes.

‘「Yeoboma Sokjin (獵魔拘束陣)」’

A technique created to prevent a fatally injured demon from opening the gates of hell and escaping.

It was the ability to build a huge barrier using divine power and the power of imagery and fundamentally block spatial transfer within it.

Jerk.

Dallen walked forward.

A fully prepared dining table.

It wouldn’t make sense if you couldn’t even chew and swallow something that was cooked well and served on a rice spoon along with a side dish.

[――!]

The dragon, seeing the approaching warrior, exerts all its might. With the spell he spat out, crystal spheres were created once again.

The crystal magic bullets are now almost ten and are shooting towards the enemy in front of you.

Dallen did not dodge or block. I just kept walking without stopping.

Sreung! Ping –

Meanwhile.

The dagger that pulls itself out from the waist belt makes a dazzling sword move and swats away the magic bullets.

Crystal magic bullets that disappear like deflated balloons just by touching them.

It was a scene created by the B-grade skill Reredonara’s secret sword and the Dark Moon Spell Slayer, who was a natural enemy of magic.

Kwasik!

A dagger that annihilated all magic bullets in the blink of an eye, pierced the dragon’s wing membrane, and flew up.

[Big!]

The dragon, whose spell had been twisted for a moment, had to resort to an urgent last resort.

[Mel it away like trash!]

Inside the open mouth.

Blue energy pulsating from the throat.

Dallen, facing the dragon’s breath, did not avoid it this time.

Kwaang-!

His new form leaps from its seat and flies towards the dragon at a speed close to the speed of sound.

Good luck!

Dallen faces the expelling breath head-on and wraps his entire body in flame armor.

Perhaps the reason he didn’t avoid his breath was because of his desire to win due to his strong body.

Or it could have been curiosity about one’s own limitations, which superhumans usually have.

It may be that the old man’s habit of analyzing and testing all kinds of skills and numbers on the other side of the monitor a long time ago still remains, to some extent, even now that he has crossed the world.

It didn’t matter.

Because it didn’t matter what the cause was.

What is important is his determination to cut off the dragon’s head with his breath.

And the apocalypse that was closing in on him was also determined to make him meet the same ending.

Kugwagwagwa –

A whirlwind that started from the shoulder covered the sword body and cut the dragon’s breath from the front.

The aftermath of a collision between forces sweeps the surrounding area with an enormous physical shock.

[Ugh…!]

The dragon’s head swayed for a moment. The resistance Dallen received was not easy.

The aftereffects of his breath tearing at skin and muscle and the pressure impeding his progress.

Cheeeee…!

However, even while letting out a steady stream of steam, he gathers magical power in his toes, repeatedly kicks the air, and moves forward, driving the whirlwind at the tip of his sword even more violently.

Kkwagwagwang-!

Seconds that feel like hours.

At the end, the holy sword that split the breath instantly split the dragon’s snout from bottom to top.

[Oh no…big…!]

Toward the dragon that was making a painful sound with its head split in two.

Roaring…

A huge bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds that had blocked the spring sun.

Flash!

Following the downward strokes of the holy sword.

A line of light falling from the sky toward the ground.

At the end of the blade-like trajectory that God drew from the clouds.

The dragon’s head was cut off.