Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 82
Fallen Knight (3)
Cough. A coughing sound could be faintly heard right after ordering.
It didn’t sound like an ordinary cough, but rather like vomiting blood, but Dallon ignored it and just looked ahead.
The fact that an old, senior wizard who had overcome a long-standing limitation used his strength even at the risk of his own body collapsing.
It is said that he also foresaw something through his domain’s ability to read the memories of the land and made a decision.
Woah,
the space ripples. A huge force swept across the area from behind.
In an infinitely slower sense of time, an unbelievable phenomenon began to unfold before my eyes.
Tsuzuzuzu….
The twisting of space, curved like a black hole and being sucked in, heading towards the inside of the ruined fortress.
The direction of the twist stopped for a moment and began to move towards Dallon.
“…!”
Everlock’s eyes widened in embarrassment.
Felber’s spell was not a form of double intervention in the twisted space.
The space that had been sucked in was returning to its original state, retracing exactly the trajectory it had followed just moments before.
It’s like turning back time.
Dallen slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
Pajik!
The end of a fleeting moment. The spell lost its power.
Time, which had been moving backwards, regained its original direction, and the new form of the fallen knight also began to move away.
The time Felber recovered was literally only a moment.
However, that moment was all that Dallen needed.
His hands became blurred.
Kkkkwang!
The dagger flies with a series of sonic booms.
Dark Moon’s spell slayer collides with the distortion of the space that devours the fallen knight’s new form and closes, distorting its magical power to the fullest.
Damn it!
A crack in an almost closed space.
With the sound of glass breaking, a tiny gap opened in the middle of it.
Sreung –
Dallen, who caught up with the distortion of space half a beat later, retrieved the dagger and at the same time pulled out the holy sword from his waist.
A brief moment created by Felber.
A palm-sized gap pierced by a spell slayer.
The flashing blue sword body and the whirlwind wrapped around it seemed to say that that was enough.
Gurgling!
When the tip of the sword is struck down with a tight, tendonous hand, strength gathers from the strands of muscle fibers throughout the body.
A superhuman strength that cannot be contained in a mortal body, but has one foot in the microcosm of the realm.
A power that transcends human physical limitations transforms into a single flash of light and tears the gap apart.
Kwazijijijik-!
Magic and magic collide.
The power of the evil god and the sacred power of the holy sword collided.
The huge storm that occurred as the two forces collided reopened the space that had been closed, creating a gap large enough for one person to enter.
Dallen threw himself in without hesitation.
And the next moment.
In an instant, my vision was reversed and all my senses were mixed up.
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The son-in-law was quiet.
The first thing I felt was the solid ground beneath my feet.
Dallen, who was pressing his feet against the floor, suddenly noticed something.
The noises that had been ringing in my ears until just now disappeared as if they had been washed away in an instant.
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and the sound of thunder that came from the tip of the sword.
There is no resistance from the wind that stings my steel-like skin.
Dallen opened his eyes in a space that was as quiet as a lie.
…
A bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes.
The first word that comes to mind is jungle or forest.
However, the sight of strangely twisted stems and roots of plants taking root and intertwining with each other filled the entire area.
It could never be said to be a typical forest or jungle.
‘You’re in.’
In that hallucination-like scene, Dallon slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
A huge jungle of red vines, dark green flowers, green fruits, and purple moss intertwined with spider web-like stems.
He knew where this place was.
‘Laphilem’s welcoming palace. Among them, the garden of hollowness is the most remote area.’
To be exact, this was a kind of dungeon created by the shadow of the garden overlaid on top of the collapsed fortress of the Knights Templar.
‘Seeing it in person gave me a new feeling.’
In a foreign landscape that seemed to take one’s soul out, Dallon looked around and walked slowly.
Lafillem’s Palace of Illusions, the realm of evil spirits, was one of the places commonly called hell.
Five microcosms containing the images and powers of the five evil spirits that exist somewhere in the fantasy world.
The entrance to one of the palaces, the Welcome Palace, was the Garden of Recess.
Naturally, the scene surrounding Dallon right now was not the true form of hell.
‘If that were the case, we wouldn’t have been able to find the bones.’
The viciousness of the actual hell cannot be compared to this place.
Even Dallon, who beat the devil and slayed the dragon, would not be able to last even a few minutes there, and his soul and body would become a rag.
Hell is a place where demons who devour countless human beings suddenly die even though they are going their own way.
Among Dallan’s hundreds of characters, less than ten have ever set foot in real hell.
‘The magic that causes the shadow of hell to descend into reality is to copy only the appearance and some of the attributes of the real hell and place it over reality like a barrier.’
You could roughly think of it as pasting a copy of the deteriorated version of hell onto the desktop of reality.
Thinking to himself that this was a meaningless analogy, Dallon slowly increased the power of the holy sword.
Rumbling.
Tortanis, the holy sword of thunderbolt, and the thundering sound coming from the realm beyond imagery begin to resonate.
There is no need to look at your hands anymore.
In the first fight, there was even a slight chance that the vice-captain would be converted, so he didn’t kill him with a single blow.
However, according to his hundreds of experiences, a vice-captain who has been corrupted to this level never returns to the Knights’ side.
Maybe it’s because I’ve walked too far for that.
If only one out of ten warlocks could summon demonic power.
The user of the golden magic that descends the shadow of hell is at most one out of a hundred warlocks who summon the power of the devil.
Granting such privilege and power to an evil spirit in such a short period of time means mortgaging most of his existence and soul in return.
Puddudd…….
As the power contained in the holy sword was raised, the maze made up of giant grass and trees slowly began to awaken.
Thick vines slithered like snakes, and human-sized flower petals stuck out long tongues between the pistils and stamens.
Soon the floor beneath his feet began to tremble and his watermelon-sized eyes began to open one after another.
Terrible. Duruk.
Various eyes looked around and quickly found Dallon.
The plants of Hell, noticing the existence of the Holy Sword, slowly begin to become aggressive towards their owner, Dallan.
Clumping.
A leaf large enough to cover an adult’s head began to cover its veins with sharp thorns.
Hehehe…
The cart-sized fruit was cracking open with long cracks, revealing sharp teeth through them.
Pushyeeee—
Moss and mushrooms stimulated by the energy of the holy sword began spewing poison in all directions.
Not an ordinary miasma, but a plague energy that causes flesh to rot and internal organs to twist.
Dallen laughed lowly, feeling the death squeezing from all directions and the pestilence digging into his skin.
Cheeeeee……
Steam blowing out from the slightly open mouth.
White smoke began to rise simultaneously from the nose, ears, eyes, and skin.
The regenerative factor of hemolysis regenerates dying cells by rebelling against the plague energy that densely covers the air.
Dallen quietly lifted the holy sword.
And then, with the tip of his sword, he slashed at a large eye that was tickling under his feet.
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Heaven and earth screamed.
Lafillem’s Palace of Welcome.
Even there, the Garden of the Hollow is a bizarre place where even the sky and the ground are made up of the evil god’s pet plants.
All the plants growing here were interconnected, so attacking one of them was the same as attacking all of them.
In other words, it is a story of attacking the world.
Shrrrrrrrrrr!
Kyahya!
Thorny vines shoot out from all directions to snatch Dallen.
The huge fruit lunges with its mouth wide open to devour the warrior, both prey and invader, in one bite.
Dallen was not afraid even after seeing the poisonous thorns and triple teeth.
Instead, he just raises the corners of his mouth and smiles as wildly as possible.
Why does he know about this place?
There was no other reason.
After losing the paladin character I had worked so hard to cultivate, how much time did I spend to attack the fragments of hell I had encountered for the first time?
And all that research and trial and error were not in vain.
The corpse of the paladin sleeping at the bottom of the dungeon became the hope and goal of breaking this hell.
Dozens of hours of studying the strangeness of hell gave him strength and a strategy to move toward that goal.
Let’s go!
The tip of a swung sword. The sword wind of the shredding sword blows and splits hundreds of vines at once.
Kkkkwang! Boom!
The steps I took on the trunk of the large tree made an advance in itself, crushing the buds growing on the tree and causing my body to rise strongly.
Let’s go!
The hatchet pulled out from the belt dances alone, chopping down approaching tree branches with lightning as if protecting its owner.
Scattering dark red sap.
Torn stems and crushed fruits.
Not just the tip of the sword, but everywhere the hands and feet touch becomes a scene of destruction where something is crushed or broken.
At first glance, it seemed like a reckless push with force, but the reality was not that simple.
By looking at the color of the fruit to determine the type of poison it contains, the highly toxic ones are crushed from afar and the weaker ones are dealt with when they approach.
It calculates the movement of the vines and applies them to the pattern seen on the other side of the monitor, and uses lightning strikes at the right time to break through the siege network they had built.
No matter how shadowy the shadow, since its source was hell itself, not only strong power but also experience and wisdom were needed to destroy it.
And while overcoming the seemingly endless onslaught, Dallon felt it.
Every time he breaks through a wave of attack that could engulf an army, the air is consumed by more malice and magic than before.
Kwasik!
The vine breaks. The taste I felt was tough.
Pfft!
The fruit bursting from the toes covered in flames now sprouted not only teeth but also twisted hands and feet.
The more you kill, the more bizarre and powerful the plants that attack you become.
Just as an ant struggles the more he is dragged into the depths of an ant hell, this is a phenomenon where one can keenly feel the malice of hell that will not let him go.
Actually, Dallon knew.
The more you resist, the deeper you will fall into the garden of hollowness.
And the deepest malice is that even a paladin who holds the position of high-ranking knight cannot endure in a world where the end has come.
so that.
“Phew.”
Rather, the inflated anticipation moves my body.
The anticipation of gaining unprecedented new power at the end of this hell, where the corpse of a high-ranking knight will be.
And in the journey of building up strength, there is even an expectation that perhaps the apocalypse can be overcome at the end of this episode.
In fact, even if it’s just a shadow, isn’t destroying the part of hell proving, in a small way, that it is possible to overcome the apocalypse itself?
His paladin character, who was sucked into the deepest trap and ultimately died despite holding the flame of sacred fire, would be the final piece of proof.
Sreuk! Easy profit!
Thinking so, Dallon raised his sword in front of the rushing wave of vines and thorns without giving him any space to dodge.
The blue body of the holy sword shined without losing its sharpness despite the energy of the plague.
Hatred and anger combined with gluttony weigh on your shoulders with invisible pressure.
Rumbling….
The thunder that echoed from the steps I took went up my legs and stomach and reached my fingertips.
Flash!
The wave of moss and vines that attacked like the fist of a mountain giant split into two in front of a single flash of light.
Kwagwagwagwagwa-
A storm of power accompanied by a flash of light.
The aftereffects of the sword strike, which was delivered with all its might, did not dissipate easily and partially distorted the densely packed plants and the space itself.
Refreshing air seeps into my lungs.
This happened because the lightning called by the power of the holy sword fell from the top of the ruins and blew a hole in the ceiling of the huge barrier.
Now, he could have escaped this shadow of hell by using his leaping skill to step through the air, but Dallen did not do that.
That wasn’t the reason why I had to increase the power of the Holy Sword and stimulate Hell, which I was able to escape safely.
Jerk.
In the midst of the silence created by the slowly recovering plants of hell, unable to attack right away, hesitating.
At the bottom of the Garden of Emptiness, reached by directly breaking the ever-increasing pressure of Hell.
[At the bottom of the shadows of Hell, the corpse of the paladin who had uncovered the torch was discovered.]
Dallon could see a familiar notification window appear above the crouching, gray corpse.
[The body of the paladin who revealed the torch was recovered from the bottom of the shadow of hell. The ability is inherited.]
[Inheritance reward: Prowess +1, Senses +1, Intelligence +1, Magic +1, Flame of the Flame (C)]
Destroy the shadow of hell. It was time to drop it.