Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 74

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“Wow!”

Everlock managed to exhale. He coughed and collapsed on the floor.

Rough stone floor. A dark and cold space. He felt around with his hands and used his sacred tattoo to raise his senses.

There was a faint light in the eyes, and the pitch-black darkness seemed to become a little brighter.

“…Is it a cave?”

Stalactites and stalagmites sprouting here and there come into view.

This was a huge cave with a ceiling tens of meters high.

“Where am I?”

Suddenly it’s a cave. Everlock held his throbbing head and searched for memories.

His last memory was fighting a barbarian with a holy sword.

After a fierce battle, he received a powerful blow from the guy and was injured.

Fortunately, just as the wound was completely healed with the Holy Sword’s power, an unidentified stranger appeared from behind.

‘He flew me here.’

I reflexively gathered my divine power to resist, but it was a meaningless struggle in the face of such powerful power.

Everlock looked around. Even though the vision was illuminated by the sacred tattoo, there was nothing in particular to be seen.

The huge cave was as deep as it was large, and was covered in darkness without a single ray of light.

“Hehe, I guess I can’t even overcome this darkness anymore.”

A self-deprecating laugh flows out.

In his prime, he could see through the darkness created by the devil’s spell.

But now he is blinded by the darkness of the cave.

It was a moment when I once again became aware of my lost divine power.

“Hehehe.”

Since when did it start?

The reason why his divine power started to decrease little by little after the knight commander.

Was it when he first made a deal with the Ash Witch in exchange for a holy relic?

Or was it when he broke the rules of the Knights Templar and learned horoscopes from cultists?

I didn’t know where it started, but at some point it became clear.

Every time he experiences a certain incident, his divine power is chipped away.

When Paladin Barrett was given a holy sword and led to Golacap’s death, he found it difficult to use some of the sacred tattoos that corresponded to special secrets.

When the Special Lease and the Crusaders were brainwashed to revolt, nearly half of the Holy Sword’s abilities were sealed.

These phenomena are like a warning from God directly that his actions are wrong.

But despite the warning, Everlock could not turn back.

“Hehe, what does it matter? It’s not that I abandoned God, but that God abandoned me. It’s not my fault. “It’s not my fault.”

Everlock shook his head. A hand that opens and closes while laughing as if half-lost.

After a fierce battle with a barbarian warrior holding a holy sword, his divine power was lost to an unprecedented degree.

Now, except for the holy sword, his capabilities are only at the level of a high-ranking paladin.

If more time passed like this, I might even lose my right to be the owner of the holy sword.

At that time, a chilling voice was heard from behind.

[What a useless piece of gigi.]

Boom.

The sound of soft footsteps echoes on the cave walls. Although it is not a very loud sound, it has a force that weighs down the air.

Everlock slowly turned around, clenching his jaw that was shaking without realizing it.

[Oxykirus died to save you.]

A thunderclap rings through the cave once again.

Everlock faced the owner of the voice and instinctively took a step back.

The other person’s body was smaller than mine. At most, it would be about the average height of an adult woman.

A beautiful, almost pale face with long, dull blue-white hair and long, thin limbs.

However, the long, vertically slit and flashing yellow eyes clearly showed that that slender body was not her true body.

[He wasn’t a good guy to trade for one shabby piece of chess. If it weren’t for the contract made with Enaxagus through the witch, he wouldn’t have gone to rescue you.]

“Cheong Linyong. Tedera Riulach….”

[When did you give permission to say my name in your mouth?]

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The atmosphere is changing. The heavy air turns into deadly liquid and stings the skin.

A being that has not moved a single ounce of magical power, but can crush living creatures to death with just its will.

“Sigh…!”

Everlock hurriedly raised the holy sword and surrounded his body with blue-white sacred power.

Nevertheless, he collapsed in just a few seconds. Black dead blood drips from the eyes, mouth, ears, and nose.

The woman who saw that slightly raised the corners of her mouth and muttered.

[hmm. For a servant of a worn-out god, he has quite good spirit.]

“Kuheook! “Ugh…Ugh…”

[I admit it. The witch’s insight wasn’t so bad this time. Well, with that level of ability, I guess I got a chance to come back from the dead.]

The deadly force that was weighing down my whole body disappeared.

Where had the presence I felt just now gone? The air became as calm as when I first opened my eyes in the cave.

[Now go. It’s time for me to hatch an egg. As per the contract, I will give you the opportunity to throw away your old and miserable strength and gain new strength. My servants will guide you.]

The woman turned her back. She took a step inside the cave.

Facing her back, Everlock barely opened his mouth, letting out breath mixed with the smell of fishy blood.

“Witch…is Rapelli still alive?”

[Hmm?]

The woman paused. She turned her head and looked at the paladin with emotionless eyes.

[Dead.]

“…as expected.”

[But Enaxagus took the soul that had fallen into hell.]

The paladin’s eyes, staring at the floor, fluctuated wildly. The woman smiled softly.

Even though she had an off-white face, it was a smile that felt cruel rather than beautiful.

[He likes to mess around, so the witch’s soul will also be made into something new in the pot.]

Ahahaha.

The woman’s appearance disappeared and only her small smile remained, echoing in the cave.

***

Cheeeeee…….

Dallen blew his nose. Then, the blood accumulated in the nasal passages came out, along with an enormous amount of steam.

He looked at the steam filling his eyes with a shocked expression. What is this steam locomotive to*s? Or a coo* rice cooker?

As I was lazing around thinking nonsense, I saw someone approaching through the steam.

“Are you okay?”

The right hand slowly sheathes the sword and holds it out.

Dallen, who was sitting on the half-melted and hardened rock, held his hand and stood up.

“as you see.”

A puff of steam rises from the answer given with a grin. Knight Commander Edgar looked at that with a strange expression.

No, it would be more appropriate to express what I felt rather than look at it. Because the knight commander’s blue eyes were unfocused.

“Dragon’s blood. I think I’ve lived a long time, but this is my first time seeing it with my own eyes. In particular, fire dragon blood is known to be the most difficult for humans to accept.”

is it? Dallen, who was weak in this type of setting, could only scratch his chin.

Meanwhile, Edgar turned his head towards the decapitated dragon corpse.

A cross section of a neck gushing blood. Yellow eyes widened and hardened.

The presence that overwhelmed everyone in the sanctuary had disappeared and he muttered as he looked at the dragon emitting warm steam.

“Thank you for completing the request, Dragon Slayer Dallon.”

You must have exhausted a lot of your stamina, so take a break. After adding that, Edgar immediately left.

The third sanctuary was just five minutes away from opening.

The special lease that committed treason fell into confusion as its brainwashing was removed, and the confusion and tension were doubled by the Knights Templar forces who took advantage of the special lease’s incapacity to enter.

To make matters worse, the western wall of the sanctuary was completely destroyed by a dragon that appeared out of nowhere.

The vice-captain, the subject of the rebellion, had even disappeared, so the role of the knight commander was more urgent than ever.

Sreung –

After Edgar’s presence completely disappeared.

Dallen pulled out the sword that was stuck on the ground.

He then stretched out his hand to the torn, ashen corpse lying next to the dragon’s head.

[The body of a warrior eaten by a blue-scale subdragon has been recovered. Ability is inherited.]

[Inheritance Reward: Strength +1 Prowess +1 Magic Power +1]

A feeling of elation that fills the whole body every time a corpse is recovered.

Feeling an increase in ability, no matter how big or small, was a good feeling in itself.

After savoring the exhilaration for a moment, Dallon immediately picked up the holy sword and began hacking at the dragon’s body.

Before long, he pulled out a crystal as big as the upper body of a person from deep in his chest.

Excited. Excited.

A mass of crystals that has fallen from the body and still pulsates slowly.

Among the subdragon’s bodies, the only part that was a mystical product was the dragon’s heart.

‘Know that if you lose it, you will die.’

[Keck! Suddenly, he brought me a winged lizard heart from somewhere…!] After

throwing the dragon heart into Arbor’s sub-space, Dallon busily moved his feet.

In his head, he heard the sound of the demon sprawling out as it extinguished the core of the curse and freaking out.

‘Shut up because it’s noisy.’

[……Yep.]

***

Dallon headed straight into the sanctuary.

The sanctuary was full of knights running around and picking up the injured.

And because of Dallen’s size and the fact that he was one of the few outsiders here, it was natural that attention was focused wherever he passed.

However, despite the fact that an outsider was walking through the sanctuary, the main armory of the Knights, no one stopped him.

“Thank you for your help with the Knights.”

“I salute your courage and strength.”

In fact, one or two people out of ten would stop what they were doing and say hello to him.

It was natural.

The fight he had against the dragon in the sky was witnessed by most of the knights.

Even if they couldn’t recognize the face of the warrior who brought down the dragon while flying in the sky, everyone remembered the holy blue sword he was holding.

[The body of the thief who robbed the Holy Knights’ armory was found.]

The place Dallen went to was in the inner corner of one of the many armories in the sanctuary.

The body, which had been stabbed several times in the back with a dagger, remained there in the form of a gray shade.

[The body of a thief who robbed the Holy Knights’ armory]

– This is the body of a thief who met a miserable end after coveting the holy relics of the Holy Knights. It was good enough to infiltrate the armory through the underground ruins of the Sandstorm Dynasty, but just before escape, a fellow thief stabbed him in the back with a poison-coated dagger. ‘I have to save the world with holy things. ‘I can’t last long with a bastard like you who shouts for a good cause while being a thief.’ These were the last words whispered by the betrayed comrade to the thief who was dying from the poison on his dagger.

“Tsk.”

[The body of the thief who robbed the Holy Knights’ armory has been recovered. The ability is inherited.]

[Inheritance Reward: Skill +1 Little Old Lady Olga’s Invisibility Cloak]

After retrieving the body from the sanctuary, he sat down. As I leaned my back against the wall, I felt extreme fatigue.

A feeling of exhaustion that I have never felt after reaching a certain level of physical strength.

It was well worth it since we had been moving non-stop for the past few days and going through several fierce battles.

After being attacked by a special team of knights, he was immediately put into action and fought against the underground ruins themselves.

As soon as he defeated the guardian of the tomb, he searched for a while for a while and eventually broke the entire ceiling of the ruins and climbed up.

Even after joining the group after all that hardship, it wasn’t the end.

He clashed swords with Everlock, the vice-captain of the Holy Knights, and eventually cut off the head of the blue-scaled subdragon Oxikirus.

‘If I don’t get tired after doing this, I guess I’m not human.’

Dallen lay down on the floor with a smile on his face.

‘By the way, he’s a dragon slayer.’

It wasn’t a bad tinnitus. While I was laughing and repeating those words, a memory from a long time ago suddenly came to mind.

A labyrinth city in the center of a distant continent. A small information store located in an alley on the outskirts of the Bronze District.

A story shared in a bar with a charming atmosphere created by magic stones and an office filled with the faint scent of tea that can be entered through the back door.

‘If you listen to me, I’m a warrior who will hunt any dragon.’

This was what Sienna said when she saw him saying that he would come for a musty walk after receiving a request to rescue the disciple of a kidnapped senior wizard.

Neither she nor Dallen himself at the time had any idea that months later the joke would become real.

The nickname “Dragon Slayer,” which I earned in just a few months, made me realize the weight of the past times.

How fierce was the tug-of-war between Apocalypse and yourself during those times?

‘After this request is over, I will have to return to the Labyrinth City. ‘I need to expand my strategy a bit.’

The pursuit of the end was fierce and persistent.

Even though the additional abilities and successor options were not enough and the power of the realm to materialize possibilities was obtained, the chase was sometimes threatening.

Of course, I had no intention of giving in to the threats.

As it has always been the case, the minions of the apocalypse who barge their teeth into him in the future will be cut off by his sword.

However, as there was only one body that could wield the sword, a force was needed to stop the apocalypse even in his absence.

‘I’ll have to talk to Sienna when I get back to Falcion.’

Dallen slowly closed his eyes as he formed the direction of future strategies and plans one by one in his head.

The strength drains from my body. The beasts that could not resist came rushing in.

Fortunately, this was the sanctuary of the Knights Templar.

The rebels’ brainwashing had been lifted, and the Knights’ forces led by the leader would soon sort out the confusion.

If you check the armory, someone will find you. When you open your eyes, you will be moved to bed.

In the stream of consciousness that had left his control, his thoughts reached the dragon tail that Lucia had cooked. Dallen fell into sleep.

And a few days later, as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the news that one of the most important treasures of the Knights Templar had been stolen by the vice-captain.