Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 77

Mancheonhwawoo滿天火雨(1)

“1 team of archers, 1 team of ballistas! Start shooting! “Other people are on standby!”

Flap –

As soon as the commander’s order was given, the riders shouted loudly and waved their flags.

A flag coated with shiny paint so it is clearly visible even in the dark.

Horsemen stationed at regular intervals on the castle wall waved their flags in pre-arranged movements and quickly delivered orders to the end of the long castle wall.

Giggeek –

The ballista’s diagonal line is aimed again.

And silver-covered arrows were shot from the bows of the archers who had lined up faster than him.

Pipi Piping –

In the dark.

The arrows fired become silver lines that embroider the darkness.

The moment the protest was released, Dallen’s senses were sharpened and he was able to see in the extended time.

With only the reddish light of the torch and the brazier illuminating the surroundings, the face of the gnoll standing at the intersection of the diagonal lines was distorted.

The distorted expression was not due to embarrassment or fear, but was due to obvious ridicule.

Go go go go!

The gnoll’s arm became blurred for a moment. At the same time, the arrows bounce off.

The silver lines that had embroidered the darkness were blocked by the crude spear holder and blade, and the ends were bent or bent and fell.

An incredibly sophisticated art that was unbelievably performed in the hands of a mere gnoll.

Kiririk – Clap!

And just in time, a large arrow was fired from the ballista that had finished aligning the aiming line.

Captain Nol did not lose his composure this time either.

The moment the tip of the swung spear touched the arrowhead the size of my head, a strange letter glowed on its forehead.

Woah –

a blue shield that instantly surrounds the gnoll captain.

The giant arrow, whose trajectory was distorted, was blocked by the translucent blue shield and was deflected without even grazing the tip of the gnoll’s fur.

Kwakagagak!

A giant arrow scrapes the ground and passes by.

The atmosphere on the castle walls instantly froze at the sight of him blocking the siege weapons single-handedly.

The gnoll captain let out a low cry. It was a cry that made goosebumps appear on my skin and made my whole body lose strength.

The crusaders, who have little sacred power, begin to hesitate at the growl of a wild beast with prey in front of them.

“What do the archers do! The enemy is play! Just defeat the enemy and that’s it! Everyone aim!”

The commander gave an urgent order.

Crusaders with bows loaded arrows onto strings.

Small trembling hands. The bowstring is barely pulled.

Some of them were so nervous that they dropped their arrows and lost sight of the demonstration, so they lethargically flew their arrows down the castle wall.

When Captain Nol saw that, his face contorted even more grimly.

From his perspective, this would be an opportunity to break the enemy’s morale.

It opened its long snout and shouted again.

“Urrung! surrender! live! resistance! Dying…”

Parallack- Clink!

It was that moment.

The disk of light split the darkness.

The disc, which flew at a speed faster than that of the ballista that had been fired earlier, broke the protective shield with a ridiculously light weight and landed between the eyes of the gnoll captain.

“Kung…!”

The gnoll captain trembles and falls backwards without even being able to react.

Dallen laughed as he watched the wolf slipping helplessly on top of the shell wolf.

A bastard who doesn’t even give much experience points talks a lot.

“…….”

“…….”

With a single stroke of the axe, the pressure from just a moment ago was instantly washed away, and a strange silence fell on the castle wall and among the cavalrymen.

Dallen scratched his chin and looked back at the commander. He said.

“Aren’t you going to shoot me?”

***

“…All guns blazing!”

The commander shouted. The flag cuts through the darkness.

Immediately, an arrow was fired. From bows to crossbows and even ballistas.

Wedge-!

With thick and thin silver lines embroidering the air, the cavalrymen who had come with the Nole leader quickly turned their wolf heads and began to run away.

Wow! Break it!

Gnoll cavalrymen fell one by one with their bows on their backs.

But not everything.

The skin of the carapace wolf was hard enough to be pierced by a crossbow arrow, and the gnoll cavalrymen were also wearing heavy but sturdy armor.

Of the thirty or so cavalry guards, only about half fell to the rain of arrows.

The remaining Gnoll cavalry quickly escaped the arrow’s range and fled.

It was then.

Kwasik!

The ax that was stuck between the Nole captain’s eyes split open his skull and was pulled out.

Ugh….

The ax stopped in the air, trembling.

Staring at the wave pattern of the ax blade shining reddishly among the fire pits scattered here and there.

“Rhenia—Basak.”

Dallen quietly chanted a spell.

Pajik!

A hand raised with a spell.

Inside the open palm, strands of bright blue electricity take shape along the fingers.

Strands of lightning soon began to strike the ax blade far away in the same way.

Blue sparks start from the wave pattern engraved along the blade and quickly cover the surface of the ax blade.

‘The true value of the secret sword of Reredonara is not simply that you can move the blade without touching it with your hands.’

If it was just simple swordsmanship, it wouldn’t have received a B grade.

The Big Sword of Reredonara is a sword art created by a famous elf swordsman more than a thousand years ago.

She, who was both a swordsman and an excellent magician, is said to have had such a question in her mind one day.

Is there any way to wield the sword with the flames and lightning pouring from your fingertips?

And wouldn’t it be possible to go one step further and kill enemies from a distance with a weapon imbued with a spell like that?

‘And the sword technique she developed after decades of research and dedication is the secret sword of Reredonara.’

In addition to being a bigeom that can control and move the blade with only will.

A skill specialized for magic swordsmen who can add their own spells to flying weapons.

After a brief discussion about the B-grade skill he had acquired for the first time, Dallon injected more will into the flash of lightning.

Coincidentally, the abilities of the hatchet he chose as a reward for the request were a perfect match for the power of the secret sword of Reredonara.

Although it is not as strong as a holy sword, it is durable enough to be at the level of a decent holy relic.

And it even has the ability to amplify the power coming from outside to almost double.

The

lightning spell that was fired became a net of bright blue electricity, swallowing up the entire ax and turning it into one lump of electricity.

Dallen moved his fingertips.

Kwazizizi –

The hatchet was fired.

It looked as if it had been fired in the air by an invisible protest.

The hatchet, which looked like a blue disk due to its speed and rotational power, began to chase the gnoll cavalry that survived the rain of arrows.

The speed was faster than that of an arrow fired from a crossbow.

It only took a moment to reach the rear of the fleeing procession.

Tsugak!

One guy’s head falls off.

Dallen waved his hand again.

Sigh!

The ax split the other guy’s side lengthwise, burned all the internal organs inside with the lightning, and looked for the next victim.

Sgak! Kwasik! Support!

A bright blue disc that moves between the cavalrymen as if it were alive.

The gushing electricity and the blood pouring out of the victims mixed together along the path of the hatchet.

It was a sight as if a dark blue snake was skimming through the darkness and cutting off the cavalrymen’s breath with its sharp teeth.

And it took less than 30 seconds for the poisonous snake to kill about ten gnolls.

Damn!

The last prey falls screaming from the electric shock erupting from its sharp teeth.

Dallen stretched out his hand, which was still crackling with blue electricity.

Then, the ax that had been suffocating the enemies just now, as if drunk on blood, stopped in its tracks, turned around, and came back.

Pararae rrae-aaaak!

A hatchet that settles as if it were being sucked into the owner’s grasp.

“…….”

The soldiers on the wall looked back at Dallen with dumbfounded faces.

This was true not only for the crusaders but also for the paladins.

Most people turned their heads with blank expressions, as if they couldn’t understand what had just happened in front of their eyes.

Dallen, who brushed off the flesh and blood from the axe, looked at the enemy camp indifferently, as if he could not feel their gaze.

He slightly raised one eyebrow.

Since the commander and his guards are dead, if the gnoll’s habits are any indication, he will have to turn his back and run away.

But they weren’t backing down.

At that time, Dallen saw several gnolls coming out to the front of the battle line, pulling out large horns and holding them to their mouths.

Pooh-ooh –

a trumpet sound that echoes throughout the rift.

As soon as that long signal ends.

Big!

The gnoll army, which should have retreated, began to howl and run toward the wall with all its might.

***

“Power on!”

Giririk- gug gu gu geung.

The reloaded ballista moved slowly. A catapult was also waiting, ready to launch a huge boulder.

The archers pulled their strings again, and the crossbowmen pressed their upper bodies against the shoulder rests and caught their breath.

Growling! Ahhh!

Nervous breathing and slightly fluctuating gaze.

What those eyes were looking at was the army of gnolls filling up the huge valley and running towards them.

The gnoll army numbering over 5,000 literally looked like a swarm of ants.

A two-meter-long swarm of ants that, thanks to the power of the True Dragon, can break the back of an adult man with pure strength and take on several ordinary guards alone.

Even as they got closer, it became clear that they were fully prepared for a siege, starting with the weapons they were holding.

A guy with a torch, a guy with a saw blade-like sword, a guy with a long ladder or a hook rope on his shoulder, a guy riding on a carapace wolf, a guy holding a big bow, etc.

Gnoll warriors equipped with a variety of weapons and siege tools and wearing armor of varying quality.

They had only one thing in common.

Eyes sparkling with life and greed.

Those were the eyes of a wild beast looking at its prey hiding behind the walls.

‘It was fake after all.’

Of course, Dallen was scratching his chin, casually ignoring the murderous gaze.

He was thinking about the gnoll captain who had just been cut short by his axe.

‘Even though he only got hit once, he was strong enough. In terms of strength alone, he is stronger than the gnoll warrior commander Barguf that was defeated in the Labyrinth.’

The reason he died with a single blow of the axe was because Dallen’s military power and armament had grown exponentially stronger over the past few months.

It was by no means because his skills or the power bestowed by Jinryong were weak.

‘Anyway, the important thing is that he is not the real leader.’

And looking at the movements of the army so smoothly, the real Nol leader must have been somewhere inside that group.

Dallen raised the corners of his mouth.

A fake leader or a group’s second-in-command can easily block a ballista.

So, how powerful is the real commander who leads this group?

Dallen’s heart already seemed to be pounding.

That’s the expectation of the experience he will give. And maybe it was anticipation for the fight itself.

“…I can’t believe you’re smiling during this. Lord Dallen is truly a born warrior.”