Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 91

Tamed Disaster (1)

“Hehehe…Second Interrogator…”

Entrance to Cheongrin’s realm. A temporary camping site set up near an anchored sailboat.

On the outskirts of the camp, dimly lit by the campfire, Inquisitor Pydna was sobbing with the severed head of the Deputy Chief Inquisitor in front of her.

It was hard to say that her condition was very good.

His left arm was tattered and missing below the elbow, and half his face was frozen with frostbite.

This was at least as much as I treated numerous scrapes and bruises with healing prayers and regeneration potions.

She lost consciousness in the aftermath of the first clash and suffered significant injuries after being crushed by the rubble of the collapsed valley during the ensuing battle.

“…Whew.”

Maug looked at the sobbing interrogator in the distance and sighed with a bitter expression.

He opened his mouth as he nudged the bonfire.

“…Elder wizard, are you okay?”

“You won’t die. “I don’t know when I will become conscious.”

“okay. “Then what about that disciple…?”

“I just collapsed and fell asleep while taking care of the old man.”

“…Fortunately, the.”

Maug muttered. He turned his head back to the outskirts of the camp.

A total of eight people left from Fortress Estra, including Dallon and the two wizards.

And only five of them survived.

Two more people died in the aftermath of the ensuing battle, including the Deputy Chief Inquisitor, who was killed by the dragon’s first blow.

“Any paladin must be prepared for death at any time. “Whether it is your own death or the death of a beloved colleague.”

The high-ranking paladin said with a confused expression as he looked at the bodies covered with white cloth on the outskirts of the camp.

“But the empty space left behind by our comrades who passed away in vain becomes strangely more painful as we get older.”

Dallen quietly chewed the sausage. Sometimes silence is the best means of empathy.

He suddenly looked up at the sky. The night of crack came quickly.

It seemed like only a few hours had passed since the fight ended, but the Milky Way was already scattering sparkling lights in its wake as it crossed the sky.

“Please sleep first. “I will stay awake and watch over Interrogator Pydna.”

Maug said. Dallen shook his head.

“I can’t sleep. “Sleep when it’s convenient for you.”

“…Are you okay with fighting Jinryong?”

“It looks like your blood is boiling.”

Dallen smiled lowly and put a few more sausages by the campfire. This meant that I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I finished eating all of this.

Maug tried to stay awake until the end, but soon fell asleep.

Even for a high-ranking paladin, the past ten days were quite a harsh journey.

After putting Pydna, who had finally fainted after crying, lying down near the campfire, Dallon cut the hard bread into thin pieces and muttered it like sliced ham.

He suddenly said.

“hey.”

[…Yes, master?]

“Do you really not remember the old days?”

The immortal demon Arbor was silent for a moment before answering.

[My first clear memory begins inside the cauldron of Enaxagus. These days, I’m slowly realizing that there was a life before that… but it’s just a combination of scenes that are as sloppy as cheese with lots of holes.]

“What are the scenes that I remember?”

[A fertile land of bright light. Someone planted a sapling. Extending stems and branches. And… it’s a trip.]

“Travel?”

[I have traveled to many places. But they are all blurry scenes.]

The tone was a bit sad. Dallen nodded.

Although he only used it as a subspace pouch or a portable burner, Dallon was always conscious of Arbor’s hidden past.

It seems that the Knight Commander knew of its existence and had a direct relationship with the Sandstorm Dynasty and Cheongrin.

Perhaps the ability to consume curses might also be related to the devil’s past.

However, it was a bit difficult to look into right away, and there were a mountain of problems that needed to be dealt with more urgently, so I just put it off for a while.

‘First of all, we need to think about this body again.’

Dallen opened the status window.

――――――――

Name: Dallon

Level: 19

[Strength: 34] [Skill: 28] [Stamina: 31]

[Sense: 24] [Intelligence: 26] [Magic Power: 26]

Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E) Leaping (E) Flame Arrow (D) Lapanthella’s Crushing Blade (C) Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame (C) Lightning Bolt (D) Signet of the Curse (D) Rere Dao’s Secret Sword (B) Holy Flame Ember (C) Dark Red Dragon’s Blood (A)

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During the battle with Cheonglin, the status window changed quite a bit.

Level 20 is already around the corner. The abilities obtained by leveling up were distributed between physical strength and magical power.

What stood out most of all was ‘Dark Red Dragon’s Blood’, which was located at the end of the skill list.

It is the result of the Dragon Blood’s regeneration factor reaching its maximum proficiency level and the stamina stat reaching 30 long before that.

Dallen’s realm twisted the germination of two possibilities into one stream and expressed the characteristics of a transcendent being in the form of a skill.

It was a bonus to raise all abilities by two at the same time as awakening, just like the moment you first conquered the area.

‘My strength and stamina decreased again when I took Felber as my servant. Two skills also disappeared.’

Of course, it was a sacrifice worth making if it meant not only saving the life of an archmage, but also making him a permanent ally.

‘Anyway, it’s an A-level skill… it’s definitely powerful.’

Dallen quietly focused his thoughts on the dragon’s blood flowing through his veins.

In fact, before receiving the dragon’s blood, his body was falling apart by the minute.

A phenomenon in which the mortal body is unable to handle a vast area of power and gradually weakens each time the power is used.

Even though his physical ability was far beyond that of a criminal, the limitations of his mortal body were a greater limitation than expected.

‘After I got the dragon’s blood, that pressure almost disappeared.’

As he caught his breath, Dallon looked deeper into his inner self.

thud. thud. thud. thud.

A heart that pulsates not very loudly.

A heavy heat that spreads throughout the body according to the sound.

After obtaining dragon blood, Dallon’s body was completely different from before.

It wasn’t just a concept of increasing abilities.

Recovery due to the regenerative factor no longer required enormous physical strength as before.

The mysterious vessel flowing through the veins was more than capable of containing the power of a realm that the mortal body could not handle.

I might gain greater power in the distant future, but for now, there was no problem.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a problem even if my skills were doubled compared to now.

However, they say that great power demands a great price.

Jinryong’s blood caused another problem.

‘It’s not easy to control.’

Hwareuk.

Dark red flames rising from the hand.

It was an instant before the handful of sausages I was bringing to my mouth turned into a pile of ashes.

“…….”

Dallen opened the water bag and washed the ashes off his hands.

This unintentional ignition phenomenon has already occurred more than ten times in just half a day.

It was the nobleman who changed the shape of his eyes from time to time and whose breath became hot with heat.

There were two or three cases where the clothes they were wearing or objects that came in contact with the flames were reduced to ashes as the flames burst out at will and tried to take the shape of dragon wings or claws.

It was a shame because it was located in a remote valley at the heart of the rift. If this were the bustling Bronze Street of Falcion, there would have been several catastrophes.

‘I don’t know, but I’m sure he had a serious meeting with the Silent Company Commander.’

Dallen chuckled as he remembered the upright but very stubborn warrior Gawain.

Anyway, after observing himself for half a day, Dallon was able to feel it intuitively.

This problem we are facing now is not something that will just change its appearance and end.

‘…This is the first time a skill has its own will.’

The power of will.

That was the crux of the problem.

The skills Dallon has acquired so far have been like a kind of tool.

Although there may be differences in difficulty in handling, it is a tool left in the hands of its owner without any will of its own.

However, the dark red dragon’s blood itself contained the will of the transcendent.

The will of the dark red dragon, which Dallen himself, who was probably the owner of this blood, only knew about in a setting.

‘A dragon whose name has been erased.’

I’ve never seen it in person since it doesn’t appear until the last half of the apocalypse.

However, considering the nicknames given to dragons, if it was a true dragon that was directly related to the dragon god, there was a high probability that it would be the same level or stronger than Cheongrin.

And that’s by the standards of Cheonglin in his prime, without any injuries or curses.

“Tsk.”

Dallen clicked his tongue briefly. He put the last of the sausage in his mouth and stood up.

There was someone who could solve this problem.

However, talking to that being involves taking a greater risk than expected.

It was not a problem that could be dealt with right away.

Dallen took out a few more breads and sausages from a pile of luggage on one side.

The preserved food heated by the fire slowly gained warmth.

The sky was full of stars and the night was just right.

***

next day.

From dawn, the Estra River was filled with sailing ships carrying reinforcements for the Knights Templar.

The group, as well as Dallon, were a bit surprised.

While the large camp was being prepared, Dallon was able to hear detailed information from a familiar face who came with reinforcements.

“After the news that the defense line was being attacked was delivered, the headquarters was literally shaken up.”

It was Lucia, an official knight and interrogator of the Holy Knights, heroes who would be called demon slayers in the distant future.

The blonde paladin I saw for the first time in almost 15 days seemed to have a slightly different mood.

Even though it was not a very long period of time, it seemed like it had grown so rapidly that the momentum felt was different.

It seemed that he had achieved a higher level of achievement by condensing and organizing the realizations he had gained during his journey from the labyrinth city.

“The aftermath of the rebellion started by the vice-captain was not something that would subside easily. “The situation was already in disarray, and the news that Fortress Estra, the first line of defense, had fallen was like pouring water into boiling oil.”

“I guess so. “Then how were hundreds of reinforcements able to come?”

“Thanks to you, Captain.”

In a situation where confusion overlaps with confusion.

Leader Edgar showed his wit.

He secured appropriate evidence and witnesses and cleverly tied the vice-captain’s rebellion and Cheongrin’s invasion together.

He declared that all of these events that had happened so far were the evil dragon’s plans to confuse and destroy the Knights.

“It’s not entirely wrong. In fact, Cheongrin and Everlock had made some kind of secret pact.”

“…….”

Of course, the order was a bit strange.

Even Cheonglin did not expect that Everlock would be defeated by a northern warrior out of nowhere and as a result would bring him the Holy Sword and the key to the Rift Barrier.

In any case, amidst the successive negative events of internal strife and shouting, Edgar succeeded in naturally turning the lost gaze towards the external enemy.

There is a reason why he, who is called the old knight of the Knights by his political opponents, has maintained his position as the head of the Holy Knights for over a hundred years.

When the main division heard of the fall of Fortress Estra, they immediately pushed a large number of troops into the crevice.

Edgar, who personally led the troops, began the restoration work of the fortress to the extent of filling up the troops.

Meanwhile, he ordered the remaining 30 percent of his troops to cross the Estra River to find Daelen and his companions.

‘Probably Yejian’s abilities were involved.’

It’s natural.

No matter how much he mastered strategy, he wouldn’t have pushed close to a thousand troops into the dragon’s territory without knowing that Cheonglin was dead.

In any case, it was fortunate for the group after going through a fierce struggle.

At the Knights’ temporary camp set up at the entrance to Cheonglin’s territory, survivors will be guaranteed sufficient treatment and rest beyond simple field first aid.

‘I guess I’ll have to go soon.’

Squeak.

Dallen stood up.

Lucia, who had been talking about what had happened on the way here, looked up at him with surprised eyes.

she asked.

“Where are you going?”

“Dragon Cave.”

Dallen checked his armament.

The holy sword at the left waist. Axe and Spellslayer on the other side.

I received a supply of tattered armor from reinforcements, and in subspace, I stocked up on Lucia’s special dragon tail jerky.

“Already? “Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“It’s worth living on. “It is also an urgent matter.”

Lucia looked like she wanted to say something more. Dallen chuckled.

It wasn’t hard to guess what she said. Maybe we should go together.

“I’ll be back soon. Stay here. “I will ask for the old man.”

“……All right.”

A slightly dead voice. Dallen laughed softly and left the barracks.

Although it was not a natural death like in the game, Cheonglin ultimately died without being able to change his fate.

In that case, the future from now on would again follow the same trend that Dallon knew.

And the future that Dallon knows is all about turning points in the end.

In order to prevent the fate of the continent from rushing toward destruction, we had to move as quickly as possible.

‘Please do me a favor. ‘Please gather the young ones.’

Felber’s will suddenly flashed through his mind as he mounted the horse.

A prophecy left by an elder wizard who was miraculously revived and has not yet regained consciousness, looking beyond the timeline.

‘I know it’s hard. But it’s my last request, so please listen.’

“…Tsk.”

Dallen clicked his tongue briefly.

How far does Felber’s large scope look into his life?

It would be a lie if I said that I wasn’t even slightly concerned by the last words, which seemed to be a glimpse into the play he had experienced.

Dallen slowly shook his head and started his horse.

I have no intention of being fooled by the prophet’s wit.

However, the will of the person who gave his life for him cannot be ignored.

In order to decide either way, the priority was to go to the Dragon’s Cave and face the protagonist of the prophecy.

A huge disaster that will turn the southwestern part of the continent into hell in the not-too-distant future.

One of the worst true dragons of all time, nicknamed ‘The Breath that Frozen the Kingdom’.