Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 78

Maug

said as he saw the corners of his mouth curled up. Dallen laughed lowly without saying a word.

It is a fact that he has long known that his desire to win is not the same as others since he took on this body.

But guess what?

Dallen didn’t really dislike this feeling or this sensation.

The boiling blood and excitement before the fight were proof that he was alive and breathing in this world.

It is also, as the common saying goes, proof that one is living a life of pioneering one’s own, rather than being guided by the flow of the world where one simply breathes.

And that was a stimulus strong enough to erase from my mind the past when I was a helpless pot-bellied man.

‘What’s more, there’s no way to back out anyway.’

Having experienced this world hundreds of times on the other side of the monitor, he knew it better than anyone else on the continent.

The end never gives up.

It’s not like there weren’t hundreds of times in my life where I hoped that I would be able to overcome the apocalypse at this level.

However, as his resistance became more severe, the end also pursued him with unprecedented ferocity and eventually overtook him.

And now, as I begin my final life.

Dallen’s solution was simple.

Knowledge derived from the paths I have passed and a will that has become clearer thanks to my new body.

Now that these conditions are met, I have no intention of being chased like before.

Whether it was simple survival or returning to Earth, the ultimate direction one was looking for was less important than one might think.

However, in order to achieve any goal, we must face the end head on, unlike before.

And the only important thing is that you have to thoroughly destroy the guy you have never beaten before.

“If it’s an unavoidable fight, you should enjoy it. “Wouldn’t you?”

“…This is an answer worthy of someone who has been recognized by the Holy Sword.”

Maug inwardly clicked his tongue at his answer, which was so idealistic. Dallen laughed out loud once more and turned his head to the battlefield.

The gnoll army was approaching the castle walls every moment. The ones at the forefront were the Gnoll cavalry.

The cavalrymen holding short spears were running towards the castle wall at a speed much faster than that of ordinary war horses.

Naturally, they were the first to be exposed to the line of fire.

On top of the castle wall, caught in tension.

The moment the gnoll cavalry came within range of the brazier on the ground.

Breaking the silence, the commander gave an order.

“Ballista! launch!”

Girick – Clap!

Dozens of ballistas fire in unison.

Huge arrows flew in a thick silver straight line.

It was like a silver shower falling down the castle wall.

Quagwagwagwang!

In the middle of the cavalry formation that does not retreat but rather accelerates.

A heavy rain shower tore through the wolf pack, plowing the ground, and a huge cloud of dust momentarily obscured the view.

Noises and animal screams coming from the smoke screen.

Soon after, the leading Gnoll cavalry broke through the clouds and escaped. The commander shouted again.

“Archer! launch!”

Heavy rain showers are followed by thin monsoon rain.

What faced the Gnoll cavalrymen who had avoided the giant arrows was a wide fire net created by hundreds of arrows.

Bub bub bub!

The gnolls that have become hedgehogs fall over.

The subsequent barrage of silver arrows was fatal to the cavalrymen who were hit once by a volley of ballista fire.

Just two salvos.

With that alone, nearly half of the hundred or so cavalry became corpses.

Among the other half, there is no one who has not suffered major or minor injuries.

Despite this, their yellow eyes did not lose their ferocity.

There were only two ways to make the gnoll race retreat in the first place.

Did it inflict damage close to annihilation to the entire group?

Or to cut off the life of the commander who leads them.

Doo doo doo –

The surviving gnoll cavalrymen quickly approached the castle wall as if burning their last fighting spirit.

They lifted up the short spears they were holding. Spear blades sparkling red in the fire pit on the ground.

Awesome-

And that flash soon turned into dozens of red showers pouring from bottom to top, covering the castle walls.

“Wow!”

“Kwaaaak!”

The crusaders fall from the hail of javelins.

The tip of the crude spear pierced through sheet metal and chains, and the javelin that hit the castle wall did not bounce off but instead became embedded in the stone itself.

Indeed, the strength of the gnoll warrior who had been given even a little bit of strength by Jinryong was beyond imagination.

They called javelins to others, but to humans they were no different from ordinary spears, so they were able to send javelins flying over the castle walls.

“launch!”

About a dozen crusaders fell. However, several times more crusaders took up arms again and fired arrows.

The cavalry fell to their knees from the renewed fire, and they threw their javelins without heeding that their allies were dying beside them.

Doo doo doo –

Soon, another hundred or so cavalry attacked, following the first cavalry that was close to being annihilated.

Heavy showers and light monsoon rain pouring down again. Flashes of regurgitating single-single baptism.

“Reload! Reload! Shoot without stopping! “Turn them into pieces of meat!”

“The catapult is targeting the main force! “Everyone fire!”

Finally, the main unit that followed came within the range of the catapult, and large rocks flew high into the sky from the rear, where the javelin barrage could not reach.

Huge, human-sized stones flying with the rough friction of ropes and drawing parabolas in the dark.

Pretzel Gwang! Kkkkwang!

Each one of them contained divine power and left behind a faint trail of light, which eventually exploded when it met the ground, creating a pit full of flesh and blood stains.

‘Is this…war?’

On top of the castle wall overlooking all the sights.

Dallen thought as he reflexively struck down the flying arrows and javelins.

Projectiles with murderous intent come and go constantly.

Big and small arrows. Throws, stones, and small, invisible memorizations.

In the repeated exchange of cutlery, deaths that could not be reversed were blooming.

A crusader whose head was pierced by a javelin.

A Gnoll cavalry whose upper body was blown off by a ballista.

A poisonous arrow fired from a large longbow penetrated the gap in the paladin’s armor, forcing him to cut off his own arm.

The gnoll archer who fired the arrow was standing in the middle of the falling point of the stone thrown by the catapult, and was caught in the explosion and instantly turned into a piece of meat.

Bodies who got into a brazier, rolled on the floor, fell from a horse, broke their necks, fell off a castle wall, got their bodies crushed, suffered serious injuries such as internal organs spilling out, or died with a tearing scream while suffering numerous minor injuries.

“…….”

Unlike the others, the battlefield scene was not at all similar to what was seen on the other side of the monitor.

A different kind of malice spreads in the air than the malice typified by the evil spirit that oxidizes in the place where countless lives had been.

Between two steep cliffs.

A land filled with nothing but chaos.

“Whoa.”

Dallen closed his eyes for a moment and slowly caught his breath.

The overwhelming sight before his eyes was enough to bring about some change in his imagination, even though he had already achieved one level.

When he opened again a moment later, his eyes were colored with a strange light.

A red fire-like energy flickers between the magic light sparkling in the black eyes.

Beyond the dark red, I saw a glimpse of the two skies that had not mixed, blending into each other.

***

Time passed quickly in the fierce battle.

And during that time, the Nol cavalry launched attacks that were close to suicidal charges five times.

The purpose is to cause primary damage to enemies on the castle walls and to disperse firepower that should be concentrated on the main unit.

As nearly 500 cavalrymen rushed in and were oxidized, the main body of the Nol army, which had been hit several times by catapults, also reached the front of the castle walls.

The first thing that flew in was the hook.

Kang! Kagagak!

There was a strong rope tied to a hook hanging on the castle wall that could not be easily cut with a knife.

Soon, a long ladder was placed on the castle wall, and the gnoll warriors began to climb the castle wall in earnest.

“Throw stones! Pour boiling oil!”

The commander shouted. The crusaders moved quickly as they had been trained.

They tilted the cauldron they had prepared in advance, pouring out boiling oil, and dropped large stones, breaking the heads of the gnolls climbing the castle wall.

Dallen also came forward, pulling out a dagger and an axe.

Whirling! Wow!

The spell slayer walks alone on the castle wall and begins to pierce the uvula of the gnoll warriors who have just climbed up the castle wall.

Meanwhile, Dallen split the heads of the gnolls with a hatchet or hung the ax blade on a ladder and threw them back over the castle wall.

Sugagak!

A gnoll trying to strike a wounded crusader with a large sword.

Dallen’s ax, which flashed for a moment, separated the guy’s arms and even his head from his body.

“Grrr-kak!”

Kwasik –

He immediately turns around, stretches out his toes at the muscular gnoll berserker who was charging at his back, and crushes his hard skull with a single blow.

Brains, blood, and eyeballs splashing out.

‘hmm.’

Dallen thought as he moved his body naturally to avoid them.

Would it be better to raise an ax like now and cut down the arrows of the archers, cut down those who come up, and push down the ladder?

Or would it be better to go directly under the castle walls and fight a rougher fight?

There are two options.

The decision was quick.

Sreung.

The blue body of the holy sword was pulled out of the scabbard made at the knights’ forge.

Dallen, who put the ax in his belt, looked back at the high-ranking knight Maug who was fighting nearby and said.

“I would like to ask you for this position.”

“…yes?”

Maug looked at him in confusion. Dallen grinned and then revealed himself over the cover of the castle wall.

A ladder is draped over the castle wall and a hook rope is flying.

Even during the skirmish, the attention of both camps, with a constant barrage of arrows and stone javelins, is immediately focused on him.

Dozens of pairs of red eyes looked at the warrior holding the holy sword who appeared beyond the castle wall.

At the same time, my senses tingled with warning as dozens of threatening firing lines were aimed at me.

widely.

Dallen ignored everything and walked on.

As he steps beyond the castle wall, his foot touches the air, causing strange ripples.

Wow!

Soon, the new model rises with the sound of exploding fireworks.

His eyes, soaring high into the dark sky beyond the castle walls, sparkled with magic light.

Sigh –

take a deep breath. Hold onto the magical wind, materialize the image, and apply will to the wind.

Rumbling.

Then dark clouds gathered from the sky above the crack.

A strange howling sound, as if a volcano was unable to overcome its own heat and was vomiting in discomfort.

Red heat pierced through the dark clouds beyond the ominous thunder that echoed between the two cliffs.

“Ignel – Celtideo Lagreta.”

A short chant embodies a mental image.

The dark red clouds began pouring a barrage of flames into the crack.

Dallon didn’t stop there.

This was because the picture drawn from the landscape of the fantasy world beyond his imagination that this battlefield had changed was not yet complete.

Whirick –

After soaring nearly a hundred meters, he reverses his form and strides through the air while facing the ground upside down in the air.

Ripples rippling beneath your feet. A holy sword held firmly with both hands.

What came to mind was the sky visible from a realm beyond his imagination.

Dense dark clouds where the red energy of rain and flashing thunder coexist.

A scene in which two forces that were originally separate and unmixed became mixed up in one place, as if many things intersected in the chaos of a battlefield.

Rumbling.

As the black eyes embrace the magical power of the image, a thunderous sound rings out from within the vibrating holy sword and the cloud, as if responding to each other.

What was clearly engraved in the eyes of the five thousand gnoll warriors was a new type of lightning that hit the ground amidst the pouring rain of fire.

Flash!

After following his trajectory like a shadow, it was a bolt of lightning that struck ahead of him.