Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 88

Jinryong (2)

Pushiii…!

It was black before my eyes. Then it turned white again.

The white color that filled my vision was steam emanating from my entire body.

The eyeball that had been shattered inside the eye socket was regenerated, and soon the rest of the nerves in the body began to connect one by one, causing intense pain.

“Cough!”

Grumbling.

My whole body hurts. Dead blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. High sensory levels vividly conveyed the state of the body.

Internal organs half-turned into mush. Frozen, torn and turned skin.

The cold air of the valley seeped into my skin through the cracks of my peeling skin.

The muscles inside were being torn apart and then reassembled.

match. match.

As my eardrums healed, I heard small applause.

[Well done warrior. You protected your people. It seems like I lost a limb, but how can I keep my insignificant body?]

Jeonseong hums in my ear. It was Cheonglin.

Does this mean that the huge clash just now was nothing? There was a lot of composure in her voice.

She actually seemed interested in something other than that blow.

[It’s mysterious. I never thought I could smell the scent of an old friend from a guest I met after 100 years.]

Jabak.

Light steps on the sand.

Through the dispersing steam, the figure of a woman wearing a wide robe was visible.

[Has it already been a thousand years since the Dragon God summoned him? I got curious after hearing the news. How did you inherit his blood, even if it was just a handful scooped up from a vast river?]

“…It’s crazy…”

[Hoo. Even in that state, you can still talk. Are you the one who received his blood? He also had a fiery temperament and will.]

The woman twitched the corners of her mouth. It was a laugh that I couldn’t tell if it was ridicule or admiration.

Normally, I would have thrown an ax or something and stuck it in that damn thrush.

But I couldn’t do that now.

His body was practically shattered by the blow just now, and the regenerative factor of the dragon’s blood was holding onto his collapsing body and recovering it in various places.

The two roles of life support and restoration performed simultaneously.

It is obvious that this delicate balance will be broken the moment there is even the slightest movement.

Therefore, for now, the priority was to take my time and focus on recovery.

The problem is, how on earth can you pass the time with a body that is difficult to move even a fingertip?

It was a moment when my head heated up as I searched through hundreds of cases with superhuman intelligence.

“Cluck. After all, it’s something I will live to see for a long time.”

Trudging.

Someone passed by him.

Straight back. A gait that does not rely on a cane.

Hair and beard dyed golden, leaving a trace.

The golden concentric waves that spread subtly with each step captivately attract attention.

Felber, who was about ten steps ahead of Dallen, who was swallowed up by the steam, paused for a moment, glanced back and smiled.

“Just rest. “I will hold your feet for now.”

The wizard’s gaze is directed straight ahead again.

A golden glow emanates from its eyes.

[Hoo. What other talents do you have?]

In front of Jinryong, who is looking at us with interest, hold the staff with both hands and tap the ground lightly.

Guuuu –

The concentric circles spreading out from under my feet suddenly became distorted, and a golden color began to brighten the valley.

“Elle – memento elegus.”

A spell recited with lips licking.

Immediately after the spell, the elder wizard’s vision was filled with grand memories of the dragon.

***

Cheonglin was fun.

A body restored after a hundred years. A warrior and a wizard worthy of testing his body. And the scent of friendliness that comes from a warrior.

It was my first experience of true joy in so many years, since I had been fighting to the death with the disgusting squire of the God of War.

‘It’s been almost a hundred years.’

One day a hundred years ago.

Cheonglin still feels dizzy just thinking about that day.

She didn’t expect it at the time.

No matter how much she was a veteran of the Holy Knights, there was no way that a mortal would show such ferocity that she would attack her directly.

However, the servant of God, who attacked her land with his followers, deliberately put the tip of his sword to the back of her neck.

‘Dragon God’s left-hand armor, Tedera Riulak. Today will be the last day you come out of the dragon cave.’

‘…under. Your courage is incredible. ‘On a lowly mortal subject.’

At that time, Cheonglin snorted.

How arrogant he was to believe in his own god and point his sword at Jinryong.

However, the rusty white flames that flowed from his sword were strong enough to burn even her scales.

The power of the bastard’s domain that covered the entire area prevented her from retreating to the dragon’s cave in panic.

In the end, the heart pierced by the holy sword and the wings torn off were such excruciating pain.

After receiving a fatal wound in the fight, Cheonglin lived while forcibly holding on to his body, which was becoming increasingly heavy.

‘I thought even that was over.’

Five years at most.

I thought that if I did well, I would be able to live that well.

The curse she received from the tree over a thousand years ago and the fatal wounds inflicted recently by the old monsters of the knights had completely destroyed her body from the inside out.

It was okay.

He had been waiting for the day of revenge for a hundred years, but it didn’t necessarily have to happen with his own hands.

Cheonglin has been carefully incubating eggs for the past several decades in case the opportunity does not come back to her.

But fate is a strange thing.

The moment she gave up and let go of everything, her last chance came.

‘Cheongrin, give me strength. Instead, I will offer you the treasures of the Order.’

A paladin blinded by power betrayed an old monster and brought back a holy sword that changed everything.

It wasn’t all that smooth.

In order to dismantle the object containing the disgusting power of the god, tens of thousands of monsters prepared for war had to be given to Enaxagus.

The process of dismantling the holy sword with the energy and knowledge she gained in return required a lot of effort, even for her as a true dragon.

However, in the end she recovered.

There was nothing he could do about the curse he suffered more than a thousand years ago, but the injuries he received while fighting the knights’ old monsters disappeared as if washed away.

Wings reattached.

A restored heart.

The magic of power filling my entire body was something I had not felt until just 15 days ago.

“…It’s a full moon.”

A murmur that penetrates the stream of consciousness.

Cheonglin quickly came to his senses.

“Anything is possible in about 15 days.”

[you…! What have you done!]

“You’re a quick-witted lizard.”

Felber smiled softly and raised his staff.

The golden wave bursting out from the end was the same color that had permeated Cheongrin’s eyes just a moment ago.

“Normally, you don’t even notice that your memories are being read. “This is the first time I’ve seen it since I achieved great territory.”

Is the true dragon truly a true dragon even if it is cursed by a transcendent being?

Not only was it not enough to instantly see through a fully developed large area, it was an art that took advantage of a moment of inattention to drive out the magic power of the magician who had been reading memories from the unconscious level.

The ability to apply magical power, which is difficult for a mortal to even imitate, is possible because the true dragon is a creature whose very existence is a mystery.

Considering that it has only been a while since he recovered from his broken body, he will have some difficulties in using his magic and body, so I can’t even imagine what his original abilities will be like.

“But unfortunately it’s too late.”

However, there is no room for exploration of abilities that are far beyond the scope of mortals.

Looking back at Cheongrin’s memories, it turns out that she regained her current capabilities only half a month ago.

Now that she has recovered from her injuries, she is a monster that no one here can deal with.

It was said that even Dallon, who is currently recovering, could be expected to win, as long as he faced the woman he was half a month ago.

Sruk….

The wrinkled hand falls from the cane.

The fingertips quickly begin to make hand signs without hesitation. A long spell recited softly.

The golden wave reverses around the staff, which is floating in the air even though it has fallen from the hand, and begins to swirl towards the dragon.

“Elle – Memento Cassibolg.”

With the first chant from Felber’s mouth, the concentric waves become strangely distorted.

The power of the great realm that uses the very existence of Cheongrin as the earth and not only reads the memories of the earth, but also returns to moments passed in the past.

The power to return everything that makes up existence to the past could not be attained, no matter how great the wizard was who opened the great realm.

However, it is possible to touch the timeline limited to the physical body if you are willing to throw your life away.

Quaaaaaaaa!

The golden concentrate that rushed like a wave engulfed Cheongrin’s body.

[Big…!]

Tooung!

As soon as he noticed the change in his body, Cheonglin jumped high from his spot and escaped the waves.

However, the power of the realm has already begun to turn back time in the body.

It is said that it is impossible to shake off its influence simply by escaping from the waves of light.

Snapping.

Pale skin cracks.

Magical power leaked out in the form of white breath.

The fragile body stumbles hundreds of meters in the air due to the torn wings.

In a broken heart, the power to maintain the body, which is itself a mystery, is lost.

[How could you, a mortal who is not a transcendental person, directly touch the timeline…!]

Cheongrin exclaims with a voice tinged with embarrassment.

The leisure that had been abundant just a moment ago suddenly disappeared.

Her yellow eyes flashed with eerie magic, and her presence began to strangely distort and expand.

and.

Rumbling….

The valley is shaking.

The stones beneath my feet trembled.

The moment the small human body disappeared, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the valley.

Kugugugugu….

Chilled air rushes in all directions, and the crystalline sand remaining on the ground is pushed away like a storm.

The dragon’s true body, which appeared without warning, was so overwhelming that it appeared gigantic even from hundreds of meters in the air.

Its height was higher than the walls of the fortress, and its body length was close to a hundred meters.

The two pairs of blue wings were enough to cover the procession at the top, and each of the teeth that looked like they had been carved from the northern glaciers was larger than an adult.

A pressure that weighs down the air just by its presence.

In front of him, even the distant cliffs of the valley tremble like slender aspen trees in winter.

“Cough! Wow…!”

Barely holding on thanks to the power of the fully developed Great Realm, Felber was able to vaguely read her image.

‘I can’t go back like this. I won’t repeat the same mistake.’

A mixture of remorse for the past and a desire to kill the intruder.

Born in the body of an immortal, what kind of resentment has been engraved in the life of a mortal that has been experienced for a century?

She was also aware that her remaining lifespan would be shortened if she moved hastily by manifesting her body as it was starting to fall apart again.

However, the resentment engraved deep within her keel drove her to the point of compulsion, even disregarding her own life.

In the end, it is created with the will to kill the intruder, even if it means pouring all of one’s strength into it.

[――――!]

A saying that is uttered in full voice.

The wind of magic blows.

Unlike the subdragon, a deep breath gathers through its snout, and blue-white energy flutters from inside its throat for just a moment.

The extreme cold that would freeze everything was about to erupt with the force to cover the wizard in front of him and the ground on which he stood.

Parallaerack!

The disk of light flies.

Instead of breaking the sunlight and flying away like usual, the disk of light spits out dark red light on its own.

The flickering dark red color gradually grew in size and became almost like a huge fireball, colliding with the breath that had just been released.

Kkwareung━━ Kkwagwagwagwa-!

Two mysteries collided.

An explosion of power several times more intense than the previous clash.

The remnants of the explosion become a kind of bombardment and hit the cliff and the ground.

“Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.”

Felber fell to his knees, spewing out black dead blood, and wrapped himself in a golden force field created by squeezing out his last remaining strength.

Remnants of red and blue power colliding with the force field.

The sight before his eyes was completely unexpected for him, who had felt death the moment the dragon let out its breath.

Felber looked at the fragments of power falling from the sky and unconsciously turned his head back.

And I muttered unconsciously.

“Dal…Run…?”

behind him.

In the middle of a valley, about a dozen steps away.

There, a warrior stood tall with his arms outstretched.

A warrior he knew well, or thought he knew.

He was at least one head taller than an average person, and his muscles were as strong as armor itself.

However, the dark red flames covering his muscles and the energy felt throughout his body never felt like the person he knew.

“You said you would just hold my feet, but you ended up killing half of me.”

said the warrior.

It is a voice that is spoken out loud, but at the same time, it is like a voice that transcends space and rings in your ears.

Felber, who sensed the tone of a warrior he knew in that strange voice, lifted his bleeding lips with difficulty and smiled.

“I tried my best. “So are you dissatisfied?”

“No, it doesn’t matter.”

The warrior smiled at me.

Instead of the usual black eyes, vertically slit dark red eyes flashed.

He surrounded the Holy Sword with fiercely burning flames, looked up at the Jinryong struggling to stay in the air with its torn wings, and spoke.

“Anyway, the experience comes from the person who hit the last hit.”

Fangs fiercely exposed.

It was the laugh of a predator.