Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 92

Tamed Disaster (2)

The valley was noisy.

Human voices were constantly echoing among the maze-like valleys, which was unusual for a place that had been the realm of the true dragon just a few days ago.

“We will pave the road from here to here!”

“Chop the large rocks into pieces for later use, and transport the small rocks on a cart right away!”

“Watch out for crevices and caves in the cliffs! There could be monsters hiding!”

The owners of the voice were the crusaders.

Crusaders of the Knights Templar carrying chisels and chisels in both hands, weapons on their belts, and bags containing various tools on their backs.

They were scattered in platoon units and were clearing the area near the entrance to the valley.

The task was to clear fallen rocks that had fallen here and there in the aftermath of the battle and level the ground where the road would be paved.

Kang! Kang! Rattling. Rattling.

Even though only half a day had passed since the knights arrived, the work was progressing quite rapidly.

While the Crusaders were clearing the road or setting up a temporary camp by the river, the Holy Knights were organizing a scouting party and eliminating the remaining monsters in the area to make the area a safe area.

‘I guess they’re thinking of building another fortress.’

Dallen thought as he watched the scene from his horse.

During hundreds of rounds of play, there were times, like now, when the Holy Knights expanded their power.

This is usually the case when troops were advanced beyond Estra Fortress, taking advantage of Cheonglin’s natural death.

It wasn’t a bad strategy.

It is no exaggeration to say that the entrance section of the deep fissure is practically under the rule of Cheongrin.

If we had chosen the right timing when Cheonglin died naturally and the forces were divided, we could successfully obtain part of the core of the rift.

‘The timing is the biggest problem though.’

If you get the timing wrong and advance early, you will be counterattacked by the still strong Cheongrin forces.

However, if it is too late, the demons that came from deeper in the crack will have already absorbed all of Cheongrin’s territory and settled in.

Since it is impossible to know exactly what day and time Cheongrin will die, it is virtually a gamble.

Moreover, even if land was taken like that, it was often not possible to hold on for long.

‘The purpose of the Holy Knights’ existence in the first place was to guard the entrance to the rift, not to attack the rift.’

What does it mean that the knights who put the most effort into protecting their territory decided to advance into the rift?

The story was that the entire continent fell into chaos early on and the demons in the labyrinth had to be defeated somehow.

In such a situation, even if they somehow managed to land a blow, it was impossible for the knights to hold out in front of the even bigger grip of the apocalypse that followed.

‘Things are a little different now.’

It is clear that the apocalypse is accelerating.

However, it is also true that those major attempts are repeatedly blocked by Dallen.

I don’t know, but some demons might be quite impatient.

Unable to see the future twisting and turning, they attempted to invade the continent several years ahead of the original order.

Because you will be watching those attempts collapse time and time again in the hands of one person.

In any case, the current situation is more advantageous to the humans on the continent than any other time.

While the end was hard at work, it was a welcome sight for the knights to expand their sphere of influence inside the crack.

Kang! Kang!

The noise of rocks being split with tools echoes through people’s cries.

Dallen slowly drove his horse through the sound of the mule’s touring and the cart’s clattering.

And then.

“Kwaaaak!”

Someone’s scream reached his ears from deep within the valley.

***

Grrrr!

“Rock troll, get back!”

“Ahh! “Didn’t the patrol team clear everything up?”

Inside a crevice in the cliff.

The troll’s cries echoed in the cramped, cave-like terrain.

The crusaders who were in the middle of their work stomped away, looking white-faced.

The crusaders surrounding the cliff gap in a wide semicircle hastily discarded their tools and took out various weapons and thick nooses.

“Ugh!”

At that time, a crusader jumped out from inside a crevice in the rock.

A boy who looks to be in his late teens.

The boy’s face turned white and he screamed in half-panic.

“Everyone run away! Troll troll!”

“Larry! “Come this way!”

The middle-aged crusader leading the platoon shouted. The boy suddenly came to his senses and tried to run towards it.

But at that moment, a rock flew like a flash and grazed the boy’s leg.

“Kwaaaak!”

A boy with blood splattering out of his mouth and falling into a ball.

As he hurriedly tried to crawl away, a muscular troll nearly three meters tall appeared behind him, squeezing through a gap in the cliff.

“Larry!”

The middle-aged crusader shouted. But even he couldn’t get closer.

The rock troll’s skin cracked like a stone, and its strength was literally the same as that of a rock.

Unless you were a paladin who could strengthen your body and armor with sacred tattoos, stabbing yourself with a blade such as a spear knife was of little use.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Wow!

“Ugh!”

Right under the troll’s nose. The Crusader, who fell down holding his shoulder, screams.

The rock troll stretched out his hand. It had a greedy look in its eyes that had spotted its prey, and a grip with the power to crush a person’s head in one go.

“Ugh…”

The boy felt death.

It was a moment when he couldn’t even scream and closed his eyes tightly.

Parallack – Boom!

The hair was flowing. Something had cut through the air.

The sound of a huge wedge splitting a stone followed, and the boy cautiously opened his eyes without realizing it.

And I could see it.

Grrrr!

The troll let out a loud scream and its wrist fell to the ground.

thud.

Green blood splattered everywhere, and the boy saw a shiny blade embedded in the cliff.

That’s right….

Before I could figure out what had happened, I was the only one with that blade pulled out of the cliff.

Good luck!

A dark red flame begins to burn from the blade. It was a hatchet.

And in the next moment, the hatchet turned into a dark red flaming disk and flew towards the rock troll.

Parallack- flutter!

A disc that lightly cuts through the troll’s chest, as if cutting through soft cheese.

The boy’s gaze, following the flash-like trajectory, finally landed on the large mercenary standing behind his fellow crusaders.

“mercenary…?”

Seeing that he was wearing the armor that the Knights supply to outsiders, he was clearly a mercenary.

He wiped the ax that had returned to his hand with the hem of his clothes and put it in his belt.

After tapping the head of the axe, he passed by his fellow crusaders and approached. And said.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes yes…ugh.”

“You’re a little hurt.”

Thick bear-like hands lightly turned the boy’s body over. Well, there was no time to resist or do anything.

While he was closely examining the torn pants and the affected area, he took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, opened the lid, and poured some.

“Ugh!”

The pain from the regeneration potion is burning. The boy barely suppressed his screams.

After pouring out the last drop from the vial, the mercenary skillfully unwrapped the bandage and wrapped the affected area.

“The bones are not damaged. However, the new muscles and flesh need to settle down, so don’t run for a day and just walk. “Don’t lift anything heavy.”

“Yes yes. “Thank you…uhh.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Whose eyes…”

“…Ah.”

The mercenary covered his eyes with his hands. Then he muttered something and put his hand away.

The eyes, which had been vertically torn and shining dark red just a moment ago, had suddenly changed into ordinary black eyes.

Eyes that were ordinary, but had a deep, strange look that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

“I will go.”

The mercenary stood up before the boy could express his gratitude.

He approached their platoon leader, a middle-aged crusader, and asked the boy to take a day off from work.

The middle-aged crusader nodded, frozen. The mercenary patted him on the shoulder and rode away.

“Have a comfortable journey!”

The platoon leader shouts with great enthusiasm behind the departing horse.

The boy slowly got up and walked towards him. The platoon leader’s expression was something the boy had never seen before.

A stiff body. A white face.

The boy tilted his head slightly, looking at the expression he had made right before he was captured by the troll.

“Platoon leader, I have completely recovered. Please just order it. “One person can do it.”

“…no. you need to rest “This is his order.”

“…Is he really that great?”

The boy scratched his head. In fact, he didn’t really understand the platoon leader’s attitude.

Although the rock troll is a fairly strong monster, a strong wizard or paladin could easily handle it alone.

Of course, I had never heard of a spell that could break the heart of a rock troll with a single blow. But the world is wide and there are many strange spells.

That mercenary seemed to know a spell that he didn’t know, which was surprising and not something to be so nervous about.

“You will never know. I saw it with my own eyes. “Not long ago, when the Knights were caught up in a civil war, how did he kill the sub-dragon and earn the title of Dragon Slayer?”

“yes? “A dragon slayer?”

The boy almost chewed his tongue for a moment. However, the platoon leader’s story was not over.

“okay. Above the sky, far above the sanctuary. He flew through the sky without wings and spewed out lightning with his holy sword. Even that is not the end. According to the rumors…”

Gulp.

The platoon leader swallowed dry saliva with trembling lips.

“They say he cut off Jinryong Cheongrin’s head himself.”

***

After rescuing the crusader who was near the border between the boy and the young man, Dallon rode his horse toward the inside of the valley.

The sun was high in the sky when I left, but by the time I arrived, the sky had already turned purple.

Purr.

Darren got off his horse. He tilted his head and looked up at the top of the cliff.

My eyes sparkle to see through the mystery, and I look beyond the illusory magic that unfolds halfway up the cliff.

“It’s right here.”

halfway up the cliff. A huge cave was visible to Dallen.

I found it easier than I thought. It seemed to be because the barrier was weakening by the minute as the owner of the spell died.

Dallen jumped in place a few times, then tightened his legs and kicked the ground.

Quagwang—!

A pillar of dark red flame rising from beneath your feet.

The intensely burning flames explode from behind, taking on the vague shape of wings.

Dallen flew up toward the cliff. It was a trajectory closer to flight than leap.

Soon he reached the barrier and pulled out his sword without hesitation.

Rumble!

Along with the sound of thunder, flames instead of flashes pour from the tip of the sword.

The flames tore apart the barriers and illusion spells that were much weaker than they were originally.

Dallen landed at the cave entrance with the shattered spells scattering into magical fragments. he grumbled.

“Rotten. “I can’t control it at all.”

[…Wasn’t it written on purpose?]

“It’s a mess on purpose.”

Dallen shook his head.

The power of the dark red flame itself was incomparable. However, the lack of control was a more serious problem than expected.

I just jumped up with the leaping skill, but wouldn’t the flame wings ruin my armor?

Doesn’t the lightning skill’s original flash come out and flames pour out?

It was like that when I saved the crusader boy from the rock troll during the day.

It was fine until the first time I threw the axe, but the moment I returned it with the Big Sword skill, dark red flames engulfed the axe.

‘A force that cannot be controlled is a risk, no matter how strong it is. In fact, the stronger it is, the more so it is.’

It was okay because it was a deserted valley now.

However, if you were to fight in a big city or a crowded battlefield, the problem would not be as great as it is now.

Moreover, what hero would want to fight by the side of someone who cannot control his own power to scatter flames regardless of enemy or foe?

Considering that I could never overcome the approaching apocalypse alone, I had to solve this problem as soon as possible.

‘It’s a more urgent problem than I thought. I’ll have to visit the crow’s nest as soon as my work with the Knights is over.’

There was someone at the bar in the Bronze District who could help solve this problem.

Asking him for a favor in itself meant taking a bit of risk, so I was planning on putting it off, but there was nothing I could do if things went this way.

“Tsk.”

Dallen clicked his tongue briefly and walked quickly into the cave.

Unlike usual, I felt a little nervous.