Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 85

Dragon Family (2)

“Yes. “There’s one more guy here.”

A low, deep voice came from inside the window of the half-ruined building.

Soon, a stocky dwarf climbed through the window and fell to the floor.

Crack.

The landing sound was not that loud. Considering that the height from which the dwarf jumped was three stories, it was an incredible feat.

“I can’t hide in the shadows like that little bitch with a needlessly long self-introduction.”

A dwarf with a messy beard said.

“My pride as a craftsman and warrior does not allow me to do such a thing.”

He added with a slight smile.

The dwarf was short. He was no taller than Dallon’s waist.

Compared to the boy mercenary Parn, it was a little smaller, but at the same time, its thick limbs were the same thickness as Parn’s waist.

Sigh.

The curves of the thick muscles are clearly visible above the dense scale armor that gently rubs with each movement.

Even if he competed in strength with an Orc warrior, he would never fall behind.

“Okay. “This thing has amazing performance, but it’s not very convenient to carry around.”

The dwarf muttered that and slowly lowered the complex-shaped crossbow he was holding.

The crossbow was almost as big as the dwarf’s body. Even that wasn’t the end of his armament.

A large battle hammer was tied to his back with a thin chain, and a repeating crossbow the size of a pistol was attached to his waist.

In addition, the appearance of small weapons scattered here and there on the armor makes him look more like a craftsman who goes out of his way to sell weapons rather than a warrior.

If you put all that equipment together, the boat would probably be heavier than your own body weight.

While Dallen was thinking about this while looking at the dwarf, the dwarf glanced over his shoulder and said.

“Anyway, what kind of spell was that just now? It looked like a hatchet, but its power was like a cannonball fired from an imperial cannon.”

The dwarf’s gaze was focused on the one-story building in one corner of the parade ground, beyond the elf who was lying down clutching his bleeding neck.

To be exact, it was the remains of a building. A cloud of dust settles on the fallen debris.

The hatchet, whose trajectory was distorted, passed by its original target and completely destroyed the walls and pillars of the building.

The dwarf looked at the dusty wreckage and played with his beard with an expression of interest.

“It made too little sound to be a gunpowder weapon. As for an engine device… well, it lacks sophistication. Now that I think about it, I didn’t really feel any magic power. “It’s not a spell, it’s something like bloodline or divine power?”

A dwarf who twists his beard like a habit.

Dallen just looked at it without any response.

The dwarf, who had been twisting his beard twice, belatedly turned his head and made eye contact with Dallen.

“…….”

A grave gaze. Unperturbed silence.

The dwarf stopped twisting his beard and scratched his beard-covered chin a little nervously.

“greatness. Is this a trade secret? Well, if someone asks me about my black iron composite bow, I won’t answer. “Even if I explain it, hardly anyone will understand.”

The dwarf said so and lifted his crossbow back.

Even though it is a crossbow the size of one’s own body, it does not take even half a breath to hold it with both hands and aim.

Crash… Clap!

Dozens of pulleys and complex mechanical devices worked, and I alone pulled the strings and loaded arrows.

Tick. Tooung-!

An arrow is fired with considerable destructive power when the trigger is lightly pulled.

Wedge-!

A shot comes without warning.

It wasn’t a bad attempt if you were able to let your guard down.

In the darkness of the clearing where the bonfire was flickering, the arrow, which was black from its tip to its feather, looked like a single black line.

It would be very rare for anyone to be able to deal with that black line flying in by surprise.

Of course, Dallon was on the rare side.

Sigh –

Dallen stretched out his hand. A sense of time stretched out.

Looking at it as a black line, the power of the crossbow it had was amazing.

He caught the middle of the black line. For a moment, I felt strong resistance.

I ignored it and applied a little more force, and the skin of my palm was slightly scratched, and a matte black arrow was held in his hand.

hmm. It stings a little. Dallen played with the arrow in his hand.

It was entirely made of matte metal, from the arrowhead to the feather. There were even sharp thorns sprouting from the middle of the arrow shaft.

“catch? “Black iron arrows?”

The dwarf muttered in an idiotic voice. Dallen chuckled.

‘I’ve seen this somewhere before.’

It was a few months ago when I went down to the labyrinth with Lucia. One of the labyrinth bandits also fired an arrow painted black like this.

Dallen did what he did then.

He returned the arrow to the stupid-faced dwarf.

Wedge-!

The arrow flies backwards. The speed was similar to that shot from a crossbow.

However, the dwarf in front of me was a little better than the thief who robbed the clueless explorers of the labyrinth.

The moment Dallen’s hand caught the arrow became blurred, he reflexively threw the giant crossbow as a shield.

Kwasik!

A large crossbow is shattered by its own arrow. The pulleys and ropes were all broken, and pieces of metal and wood flew everywhere.

The dwarf immediately jumped up from his spot. The stocky body floats up to the height of this floor.

The dwarf jumped several times his own height and immediately pulled the battle hammer from his back.

“Hmm!”

Gather your strength with spirit. Tendons bulged from the two hands holding the hammer.

At the same time, a blue seal glowed on the dwarf’s forehead.

It was the same seal as the gnoll warrior who was at the head of the gnoll army that invaded the defense line, striking down ballista arrows.

Dallen held the holy sword with both hands. The thundering sound inside spreads through the sword body.

Time slowed down once again under my concentrated senses.

As the scene before my eyes unfolded in slow motion, I saw flames exploding from the back of the hammer head.

Dallen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Damn the fucking jet engine? He was a little embarrassed and drew the holy sword horizontally.

The fire-breathing hammer and the thunderous holy sword collided.

Kwak…!

A thunderous sound erupted from the middle of the clearing. The dwarf landed a few meters behind Dallen’s back.

In his hand was a hammer with a head split in half.

Thin chains, large and small cogs, and oil dripped from inside the broken hammer head.

The dwarf did not give up.

If you lost the first and second moves, there was always a third move.

“Ahhh-”

He turned around with enthusiasm and took out a small crossbow from his waist, and the five-shot crossbow was loaded and ready to fire.

“―Kak?”

And the dwarf was also finished.

The only thing that turned around was the upper body.

From the waist down, still looking straight ahead, he stumbled and fell to his knees. The upper body that was on top of it also rolled down of its own accord.

Grumbling. Internal organs flowing out from the cut cross section.

The lower back where he was kneeling also loses strength too late and falls down with a crash, spilling out his intestines.

“Off. “Keueuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……”

the blood is leaking out. It became increasingly dark before my eyes.

The dwarf took a deep breath and raised his crossbow. I couldn’t die like this.

He is a warrior and craftsman.

He was also the most outstanding craftsman among Cheongrin’s family.

This five-shot crossbow was his masterpiece that he had kept for a long time, and a foxy made from smuggled gunpowder would be able to defeat even that monstrous northern warrior.

“Kkeuhuh……”

But my fingers have no strength.

Even though I pulled it with all my might, the trigger was extremely heavy.

At that time, a shadow appeared over his upper body.

Jerk.

He was a northern warrior.

“What are you doing?”

He said. The dwarf lifted his gaze with difficulty.

And for a moment, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Huh…!”

The shape of a dragon appeared superimposed on the appearance of a barbarian warrior.

A dragon with dark red scales.

Dark red flames flow from its snout, and its vertically slit eyes flash as if they are looking right through the being.

“Ugh huh…!”

Dragons have been an object of fear for dwarves since ancient times.

The dwarf rolled his eyes and his face trembled with a feeling of intimidation similar to that when facing his master.

That was the last thing the dwarf saw. Soon enough, all the blood drained from my brain.

When the brain stopped functioning, the heart also stopped.

The dwarf froze, his face white and his eyes wide open.

Dallen looked at it blankly and muttered.

“…what?”

Did you see anything before you died? Thinking nothing of it, he took the crossbow from the dwarf’s hand.

“hmm.”

A five-shot crossbow with a complex built-in device.

Although it was relatively small, it had a somewhat familiar shape.

Dalen, who was looking around at the crossbow, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the air.

The shadow rising from the wall of the building was caught in its strong grip.

“Ugh…!”

The shadow disappears as if being washed away. All that remained in Dallen’s hand was a thin neck.

A shadow elf woman whose long hair has become bob on one side.

A blue seal was shining on her forehead, and a long scar remained on her neck from where the ax had hit her.

“Wow! Beyorn’s enemy…!”

The elf stabbed me with a swinging sword. It was a death-defying blow with the neck being held.

Dallen just lifted his finger. The crossbow, whose trigger was pulled, spit out two finger-sized arrows.

As the arrow, which was slightly thicker than usual, penetrated the skin and penetrated between the muscles and bones, the arrowhead exploded.

Buck! Sigh!

Dull binge drinking. Scattering bone fragments and flesh.

The hand holding the sword hit the armor and fell. The elf, who had disappeared below his elbows, had his eyes half rolled back.

“Ugh! Wow! Lord die! “Die, Yaman…!”

“Rhenia—Basak.”

Absolutely!

Blue electricity flashed from the hand holding my neck.

The struggling elf fell limp.

***

Dallen wasn’t the only one who was attacked.

The raids that occurred simultaneously in several places targeted the Paladins who were scattered for search one by one.

Two people were injured and fortunately there were no deaths.

Those who set out on the journey in the first place were all high-ranking knights and interrogators.

As both positions were not given to just anyone, the party was fully prepared for unexpected attacks.

“Tsk. “If I were ten years younger, I would have cut down a guy like this with one sword.”

With a bandage wrapped around his waist, Deputy Chief Interrogator Domer clicked his tongue.

At his feet, a gnoll about half the size of an average person was lying with a hole in his chest.

There was a faint blue seal engraved on the gnoll’s head.

It was the same mark engraved on other raiders.

“It is a sign of belonging. “The attackers are all descendants of Jinryong Cheongrin.”

Maug said.

When Dallen heard those words, he stopped stroking his chin. This is because it is a member of the family. I guess you know something.

He raised his still hand and swung it lightly.

A fingertip traced the shadow elf’s cheek. The elf, who had fainted due to electric shock, suddenly woke up, rolling on the ground after being hit by a shallow hand sword.

“Big! “Ugh!”

“Just ask a few questions.”

Dallen squatted down in front of the elf.

“…….”

As soon as the elf woke up, he swiveled his eyes.

Dreamily. A hand gesture to check the rope that tied his hands behind his back. A tongue flicking trying to figure out what to do with the gag blocking the spell.

This isn’t going to work. Dallen grabbed the elf by his collar and helped him stand up.

And this time he caressed the other cheek.

“Big! Sigh! Ugh….”

“The raid failed. No one died. Do you think there will be any difference if I struggle with spells here alone?”

Dallen spoke softly to the elf, whose jaw was dislodged and even his gag was removed, with blood and broken teeth streaming from his mouth.

The elf shakes his head frantically. He stirred and started nodding again. Seeing that his eyes had slightly opened, it seemed like he was making sense now.

Dallen lightly put the chin back in place and asked again.

“I’ll just ask a few questions. First thing first. “Oxykyrus is dead, so how did you teleport like him?”

The shadow elves and dwarves did not appear from hiding.

Even Dallan, who has sensitive senses, felt their presence right before they showed up.

Even if you hid in the shadows, you couldn’t avoid Dallen’s senses.

Because his gaze was able to see through such spells and powers.

In addition, I have already experienced and become accustomed to the omens that seem to be fading away and the signs that suddenly become clearer.

What they used was a spell similar to the spatial transfer power of the blue-scale sub-dragon Oxikirus.

“Oxykyrus… made a scale order form and presented it to Cheongrin. “We used that.”

“Right. “Then why did you attack us?”

“What you guys are looking for is the holy sword and the key to the crack barrier. “Shouldn’t you catch the baited fish before it runs away?”

Meat. I feel a bit bad. Dallen was thinking about touching his cheek one more time, but instead he kicked his knee, where he was kneeling.

I touched my face the wrong way and this time my jaw fell off. You have to let them talk.

After the elf’s screams from the shattered knee joint stopped, Dallon asked one last question.

“Where are the holy sword and key you just mentioned?”