Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 99

One-Eyed Master Craftsman (3)

“Were all the mercenaries bitten?”

“yes. “There was some noise, but I gave him some regeneration potions and herbs, and he went away obediently.”

“okay. What will I do if they don’t go? Do you think this is a real congressman? “If you don’t want to get shot, you should get out.”

Banditbeard Vasilikov nodded in satisfaction. He knocked on the tightly closed coffin.

Thump thump.

The rough sound of wood.

The thirty elite soldiers gathered in the room focused their attention on Guan Jak and their leader.

This coffin contained the mercenary badge of the lord they served.

Even more special to Vasilikov is his lord, who has been with him since childhood.

‘Boris Kalashnikov.’

The rightful holder of the scepter and worthy heir to the name Tsar.

However, the unlucky prince could not bear the weight and ran away to live as an unknown mercenary.

There were some in the ‘Guardians of the Seven Crowns’, a force trying to overthrow the current tsarina and establish the rightful throne, calling Prince Boris a coward.

Banditbeard was also a member of that faction, but he did not agree with that much.

No, even if you agreed, saying it out loud was a different matter.

Regardless of whether his immediate status is a prince or a mercenary, the fact that Boris is of legitimate royal lineage and is his lord does not change.

‘My lord, I wish to complete your revenge.’

Looking down at the coffin, Vasilikov calmly caught his breath.

A few months ago, his lord Boris went missing in the labyrinth.

While heading south, I felt puzzled by the mercenary group that suddenly crossed the border of the empire, and at some point, I noticed something was wrong with the tracking spell that was completely cut off.

We urgently sent someone to the labyrinth city of Falcion to investigate, and found out that a mercenary had murdered Boris in the labyrinth.

‘Dalen, the gold-plated mercenary who slayer of the demon Golacap.’

After further investigation, I found out that the mercenary was beyond common sense.

The rumor started when, within a few weeks of arriving in the city, he and Falcion’s guards cleared out the cultists in the Bronze District.

That way, he went down to the labyrinth, wiped out the gnoll tribe that formed the largest power on the first floor, caught the devil who was said to have obtained the holy sword, and even won a reward from the Geumgang Palace.

Recently, there were rumors that they had destroyed a group of orcs that had been pushed out by the increased number of monsters and defeated the warlocks of Lvivach.

A truly legendary warrior, one of the few in the century.

Under normal circumstances, Vasilikov would have retreated from this as well.

The Guardians have already faced a huge enemy: the royal family of the Tsar.

There was no need to scrape and scrape in this distant, foreign land.

but.

‘No matter how superhuman he is, he cannot take lightly the crime of killing the royal grandson.’

Vasilikov clenched his fists. okay. I couldn’t let him go like this.

From the beginning, the Guardians were an organization created to place seven princes on the throne.

If there is no royal hand, there is no guardian corps.

So Vasilikov came down to the distant southern lands with the troops and funds he could personally mobilize.

Although his master gave up the throne, he was the weakest of the seven warlords of the Guardians.

The elite soldiers armed with explosives and gunpowder weapons were more than enough to capture a single gold-plated mercenary.

‘I didn’t achieve those achievements alone anyway. When dealing with cultists, we were accompanied by guards, and when catching demons, we were accompanied by paladins.’

And after shaking off my anxious feelings and executing the plan, the result was finally in front of me.

It was clear that the mercenary’s body was inside this coffin, which was being transported by a hired hand to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Even for a superhuman who caught a demon, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid the fire of nearly ten snipers.

Since Natasha didn’t return, it could be that she committed suicide as a last resort.

It was a big sacrifice, but the fruits were sweet. Vasilikov paused for a moment in silence for his comrades who had gone before him.

After a while, he opened his eyes and gave an order.

“Open.”

“yes.”

Kwasik!

The crowbar was stuck roughly in the crack of the coffin. It was difficult to remove the tightly nailed coffin lid without using this method.

Judging from the size and weight of the coffin, it was almost certain that the large savage was inside.

However, revenge on the master is a mission that must be completed more than anything else.

As I put my weight on it a few times, the gap in the coffin lid began to widen little by little.

Crack!

Finally, the nail fell out and the contents of the coffin were revealed.

“…Fuck.”

And Vasilikov cursed.

Inside the coffin was a human figure covered with cloth.

However, when the coffin lid was opened, there was no smell of rotting corpse or blood in the smell that rose up.

‘Wax doll.’

The moment I thought that.

Ting—!

There is a sound like a spring snapping.

It’s so crazy…!

The subtle noise of the fuse burning irritated my eardrums.

He frowned as the scent of gunpowder filled his nose, and he suddenly remembered the mountain of explosives lying dormant in the doctor’s basement.

“Uh, Captain…”

And his lieutenant was the one who noticed that fact as well.

“Everyone run away!”

Filled with embarrassment, she threw down the crowbar and shouted to her subordinates to leave immediately.

And Vasilikov, sensing that it was already too late, pulled up his magic artifact, a cloak, and covered himself.

at the same time.

Kkwagwagwagwagwang-!

A series of explosions occurred inside the coffin, swirling throughout the room in a storm of fire and iron fragments.

***

Coogung. Kurrrrrr…….

Flames and acrid smoke rise.

Dallen looked down from the roof of the building across the street as the pillar of fire and explosions engulfed the three-story building.

Beside him, the one-eyed master craftsman Bjorn Kaladrakum was smiling happily, rubbing his palms together.

“Hehe. “Isn’t it cool?”

Bjorn said. Dallen replied, scratching his chin.

“That’s amazing work.”

“Hehehe, it’s the power of a chain explosion. Volkma I’ve been smelling gunpowder ever since I went in and out of that building with that friend. “It seemed like there was a lot of it piled up in the basement.”

The dwarf sniffed.

The smell of wet gunpowder tickled his nostrils pleasantly in the humid air as if it was about to rain.

“It’s humid weather, perfect for exploding a bomb.”

Watching the corners of Dallen’s mouth turn up happily, he was purely impressed in his heart.

He also knew that the one-eyed master craftsman was a hero-level craftsman in the fields of gunpowder and machinery.

However, seeing the results through a monitor and seeing the results in person are two completely different things.

The preparations for the explosion, which destroyed the entire ceiling of the three-story building from the basement to the attic at the top, were very simple.

Two grenades, about 100 bullets worth of gunpowder.

And the coffin and cart were all hired with just one silver coin.

Even though the explosion before our eyes was caused by a series of gunpowder explosions in the basement, the coffin booby trap, which was the starting point of the explosion, was clearly the work of this dwarf.

In addition, the dwarf even carefully calculated the power and direction of the chain explosion so that only the building where the Tsarist rebels were gathered was within range.

Deep and broad background knowledge. The dexterity of a craftsman.

From the sophisticated calculation ability to predict down to the decimal point, to the unique secret of combining the dwarves’ rune magic and explosives.

“If I were born on Earth, it would have been one of two things. “Either he is the greatest explosives expert in the Special Forces, or he is the worst terrorist of all time.”

“huh? What did you say? “I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s nothing.”

Dallen shrugged and asked a question.

“Where did you learn how to handle gunpowder?”

“well. You probably learned something here and there, right? Ah, now that I think about it, I’ve been wondering since last time, is that young man doing some kind of silent meditation? “I kept following you around and not saying a word.”

“Even if it is a piece of omniscience, the process of first accepting it as a mortal being is difficult. “Only after you can control your strength and choose the words you need, will you be able to speak like a normal person.”

Felber patted his student’s head and spoke.

Seeing the dwarf naturally speaking, Dallon just nodded his head indifferently.

Well, I guess that level of trust hasn’t built up yet.

The story of how Bjorn honed his skills is not properly explained in the setting.

This means that it is a story that is both a deeply hidden background of the character and at the same time directly involved in the situation of the continent.

‘Trust is something you just have to build up going forward.’

Dallen thought nothing of it and stood up. He relaxed his shoulders and walked toward the edge of the roof.

The dwarf, who was looking at the scene of the explosion with joyful eyes, suddenly turned his head. he asked.

“hmm? Where are you going?”

“I have to finish it.”

Dallen pulled out his axe.

The light from the explosives, which made the night sky red, shined and shined on the vague wave-shaped Mooney axe.

“finish?”

“There are three alive.”

“Three people survived and are on the run.”

Two voices were heard overlapping. Dallen and another person answered at the same time.

Dallen turned his head.

The owner of the voice was a blond young man who had been saved from the sewers of Falcion by Dallan a long time ago.

Tommy Valentino makes eye contact with me with a slightly difficult gaze, his eyes dyed the same color as my hair.

Just as Felber was expanding his domain, a subtle golden wave was spreading around the young man.

Dallen chuckled. He said.

“You learn quickly.”

“…thank you.”

“It is rare to find a student who has both talent and sincerity. “You must be proud, old man.”

Felber laughed and played with his beard.

Even Felber Valentino, who had already achieved territory, took quite a long time to adapt to the magic system of the large realm he had created himself.

Considering that it has been less than a month and a half since Tommy learned the spell from Felber, he has already learned to use some of the spell very quickly.

Of course, it was natural that it was easier to step into the realm of spells created by the teacher than to build the realm from scratch.

However, given the nature of the spell system that directly interferes with the timeline, it goes without saying that this alone is a great thing.

“That’s bizarre. Even with that firepower, you won’t die. “More research will be needed to deal with superhumans using gunpowder explosions.”

Dallen lightly jumped out of the eaves, leaving behind the dwarf who was deep in thought.

Just as his new model flew over the roof and disappeared into the darkness of the city.

Grumble. Crumbling….

The building engulfed in fire finally collapsed.

***

‘Is there such a thing as this?’

Banditbeard Vasilikov stumbled and ran through the back alley.

Two figures were following behind him.

One is his immediate lieutenant and the other is a robed shaman.

And all three people suffered serious injuries all over their bodies.

“Captain…”

“Quiet.”

Vasilikov cut off the adjutant’s words. They weren’t safe yet.

These three were the only ones who survived after being ambushed by a bomb disguised as a coffin.

The fact that he survived the explosion was a miracle in itself. All the grenades and gunpowder stored in the basement exploded, literally turning the building into a sea of fire.

‘Who on earth are you?’

Vasilikov’s head rolled as he ran through the back alley. There were two candidates that immediately came to mind.

The first is a gold-plated mercenary who killed his master Boris, who was the owner of a mercenary card with a tracking spell.

But he quickly shook his head. Do you think the knife-eating mercenary Nomtop knows how to handle gunpowder?

How could it be said that they even took advantage of their tracking techniques by putting a mercenary card inside the coffin?

Of course, if there was someone in his group who was like an archmage of a magic tower, it wouldn’t have been impossible.

But gunpowder? Does that make sense?

Gunpowder-related methods are the secret technologies that empires and tsardoms risk their national fortunes on?

In fact, this question could be explained if the instigator of this incident was not the mercenary Nomtop.

He guessed that the Tsarist royal special unit was the culprit.

The Special Task Force is an elite group of the elite of the Iron Blood Army.

They had both the ability and reason to create such an elaborate trap.

Additionally, the rumor that they had secretly formed a branch organization throughout the continent was also not false.

I thought I had been good at avoiding those eyes until now, but I might have been unlucky enough to be caught somewhere.

‘Then what does the mercenary badge in the coffin mean? Could it be that a mercenary named Dallon was bribed by that bitch? No, maybe he was a superhuman raised by the royal family from the beginning? In that case, His Highness Boris’s assassination was planned from the beginning…’

Sreung—!

The thought ended there. Vasilikov stopped walking. Then he immediately turned around, pulled out his sword, and swung it.

Whoops!

It was an instinctive reaction.

It is not a movement that recognizes something with the five senses, but a reflexive forced movement by the sixth sense that has been trained for a long time and feels alive.

Therefore, only when Vasilikov saw sparks flying in all directions as his body was pushed backwards did he realize that something had flown and hit his sword.

“Kuh…!”

Stumbling, he barely regains his balance. That was the moment when he raised his sword in preparation for the next attack.

Parallaerack!

The projectile, which flew at a speed close to that of a bullet, changed direction on its own, flashed again, and flew away, splitting the victim between the eyes.

“Kuhuh…!”

A shaman who collapses, spouting blood. And then it flashes again.

“Aaaah!”

The adjutant instinctively whipped out a small iron shield, but the disc of light cut through the shield and stuck in her chest.

“Huh huh huh huh…!”

A lieutenant gasping for air with half of his ribs blown off and his lungs shattered.

Only then did Vasilikov see that it was not some kind of spell or bullet, but a hatchet.

“what…?”

That was before he could even ask any questions.

Jerk.

Clear footsteps echo in the darkness of the alley.

Pararae rack!

The hatchet pushed itself out of the wound and flew toward the direction from which the sound came.

Vasilikov’s eyes followed the trajectory without even realizing it.

And I could see it.

A thick hand with a hatchet resting on it as if it were being sucked in, and two deep black eyes sparkling in the darkness.

The owner had muscular curves that were clearly visible even through thick composite armor, and was so tall and large that he could block a back alley alone.

“ha ha ha.”

Vasilikov laughed helplessly. He couldn’t believe what was happening before his eyes.

The gold-plated mercenary who was expected to be in the coffin just thirty minutes ago, and the target of assassination who had brought him all the way to this far away place.

He became an assassin himself and went into this back alley to kill himself.

“I have a good feeling.”

The mercenary said. Vasilikov swallowed.

Looking down at his sword with trembling eyes, he saw that his beloved sword, which had not had a scratch for the past ten years, had a slight crack.

It was obvious that even if it had been just a little bit later, it would have been his skull that was broken, not the sword.

Can we stop it one more time? I couldn’t guarantee it.

“Are you the mastermind behind this?”

the mercenary asked. I nod my head without realizing it.

The corner of the mercenary’s mouth slightly rose at the obedient answer. he said again.

“It might make some sense. “We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”