Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior Chapter 15

Merchant and Blacksmith (5)

Dallen stared out the window. The sniper across the street made eye contact with him.

I saw him flinch for a moment. Dallen grinned.

His hands became blurred.

Parallaerack!

The morning sunlight falls on the hatchet crossing the street.

The hatchet, which reflected sunlight and looked like a disc of light, traced back the exact same path that the arrow had just taken.

The end of the trajectory is where the arrow started.

It was a sniper’s crossbow.

Kwasik!

The hatchet breaks the crossbow and lodges itself in the sniper’s face.

Dallen, who saw the guy fall backwards, slowly shook his hands and expanded his senses.

There are a total of eleven assassins occupying the nearby rooftops, including the sniper who just passed by.

Two were overhead and others were scattered throughout nearby buildings.

‘He’s not just a scoundrel. ‘They are professional assassins trained by cultists.’

Dallen slightly relaxed his shoulders. Strong enemies give more experience points. And leveling up was always welcome.

“Don’t come out until I come.”

“…I understand!”

Volkmar’s voice, whispering through clenched teeth, leaks from under the bed.

Dallen chuckled and knocked over the dresser next to the bed.

thud!

A closet full of clothes made of expensive fabrics might be able to block a sniper’s arrows, at least as a temporary measure.

Dallen, who had blocked the gap in the bed, jumped onto the window frame without delay.

widely!

A body rising high after kicking off the window frame.

Using the elasticity of his body, he turns his posture halfway in the air and grabs the eaves of the roof with superhuman grip strength and pulls it.

Huh-

“…Who are you!”

As soon as it landed on the roof, the waiting assassin flinched and took a step back in surprise. Dallen didn’t wait.

Kwasik!

The assassin’s face is crushed by the silently extended kick. The white mask he was wearing was shattered and scattered everywhere.

Dallen leaned down. A sharp dagger passed over his head.

“this!”

The assassin who threw the dagger shouted in a panicked voice. Dallen kicked the roof.

Crack.

His body flew like an arrow, passed by the assassin and landed on the other end of the roof.

“…Oh my.”

An assassin coughing up fresh blood and lowering his head. Red blood pours out from the sunken chest.

The guy fumbled with the hole in his chest with his trembling hands and fell forward.

‘This makes three.’

There was one guy who put the ax in the first place. Two things I just processed. There were eight people left.

Wedge-!

At that time, an arrow flew from afar. Dallen naturally raised his hand and caught it. And then he turned his head to where the arrow came from.

On the roof on the other side of the street. The sniper was aiming his crossbow this way. Dallen laughed wickedly.

“…!”

Embarrassment visible even beyond the mask. Dallen threw himself away again.

The fight on the roof was one-sided.

The assassins used daggers and swords and fired crossbows, trying to target Dallan’s blind spot.

But none of those projectiles worked on Dallon.

Dallen either dodged them, swatted them away with his bare hands, or grabbed them and threw them back.

The last assassin died when his head was pierced by a returned crossbow arrow.

After defeating the last one, Dallon broadened his senses once more and scanned the nearby area. There was nothing to catch.

He returned to the assassin he had first defeated. Then he pulled the hatchet out of the guy’s head.

Damn it!

When he pulled out the axe, a golden mask split in two fell from his face.

It was a mask unique to retrograde apostles with exaggerated mouths.

‘Among the remaining ten, there was one golden one. Everything else was white.’

Of the 11 people in total, 9 had two gold and white masks.

‘These guys are really planning to move in earnest.’

The atmosphere is unusual. Not only did they mobilize gangsters, but they also directly unleashed monsters and apostles.

‘That’s also a gold mask on top of a white mask.’

The lowest rank of cult members is a black mask that represents temporary believers.

Above it are the white mask of an official believer and the golden mask of an administrator.

Although it is not at the level of the silver mask, which is an executive rank, the white mask and gold mask are also considered to be the main force of the apostles of retrograde.

Revealing this level of power means that they have no intention of hiding their identity any longer.

‘I guess they just don’t want to suffer like that.’

What would it be like if the game created a munchkin character like the current Dallon?

It would probably have been possible to unilaterally defeat the enemy before they could do anything.

But this world is a living, breathing place.

The beings at the center of the extinction scenario were no longer chunks of data controlled by algorithms.

If you are a being that thinks for yourself, it is natural to actively respond to variables. Dallen gauged their response.

‘There won’t be much time left until the great plan is carried out.’

Daegye means an all-out war with the city.

It was a fierce offensive by cultists to overthrow not only the Bronze District but also other districts beyond it.

Since that was my goal, I thought I would have to prepare for at least 15 days.

And 15 days was enough time for Dallon to search for and destroy each of their bases.

But things have changed.

‘Seeing as they are sending out even the main power, it is clear that they are planning to complete preparations more quickly than that.’

Dallen’s brain began to work quickly.

‘If the goal is to change and occupy even just a part of the Bronze Zone…’

Based on the superhuman intelligence level and knowledge of the deceased, the plans of the cult members are calculated and even the schedule is predicted.

‘…A week at most. Preparations will be completed in about four days at best.’

Dallen put the hatchet in his belt.

If they change their strategy, we need to respond accordingly.

Once the attack begins, the city will be devastated. Therefore, it was necessary to break their momentum before that.

‘Sienna’s role has become important.’

After killing the sewer wizard, Dallon handed over the sterling silver mask to Sienna and asked her to investigate.

And now that the decisive battle is underway in a short period of time, her ability to quickly gather information has become more important than anything else.

In order to launch a preemptive attack, we had to first find out where the enemy was concentrating their forces.

‘I need to go find it as soon as possible.’

I wasn’t worried about her abilities.

The underground information network built by Siena has no one in the Bronze Zone that can match it at this point.

Quickly resolve Volkmar’s situation and head to the crow’s nest to obtain information.

The moment Dallen thought so, he took a step.

Sigh!

A sharp sound pierced my ears.

Jang!

I swung the ax instinctively. I feel a shock that makes my fingertips feel slightly numb.

What bounced off the ax was a long, thick steel needle.

‘Memorization.’

Tadat!

A vague new figure approaches with the sound of light footsteps. He was an assassin wearing a black robe.

Hiss!

The guy swung a beautifully curved dagger.

Dallen slashed the ax across his face.

Whilick!

The cut was numb. In a split second, the guy pulled away.

The assassin quickly backed away and landed on the roof of the building next to him.

“Hehehe…you are that warrior. “The silver-plated mercenary who killed Delric.”

An extremely eerie voice that sounds like the noise made by iron saw blades scraping against each other.

“As soon as I heard the news, I wanted to taste your blood. Uhhhh… the blood of a brave warrior is always delicious.”

The assassin raised his head. A silver mask sparkled between the black cloth wrapped around the head.

Silver mask.

He was an executive-level guy like a sewer wizard.

‘Assassin’s silver mask. A low-level vampire. He’s a guy whose specialty is memorization and poison.’

Dallen’s high intelligence level allows him to instantly gather information about the guy from his memory.

He was also the most annoying boss mob in the game among the five Silver Mask Apostles.

Because it was difficult to even react to the memorization he was throwing at me with a poor basic character.

What is it like now?

Dallen slowly curled the corner of his mouth.

That smile was partly due to the strange desire to win due to his powerful body, but there were other reasons as well.

[The corpse of an assassin was found splitting the night sky.]

A message indicating the character that was eaten is listed above the head of the silver mask.

Dallen couldn’t help but laugh at the anticipation that his already superhuman body would become even more powerful.

***

‘What a bold guy.’

Silver Mask Apostle Stray Lutherhafen grinned.

Even though he realized the power of his memorization, instead of being afraid, he even smiled triumphantly.

Ever since I heard that he killed Delric, another Silver Mask Apostle, I thought he must be a great guy.

But I never thought it would be like this.

‘It really, really exceeded my expectations. My heart is already pounding at the sweet taste of his blood.’

Stray quenched his appetite.

I didn’t think I would lose.

Although they are the same Silver Mask Apostles, Delric and his weapons are as different as heaven and earth.

The reason Delric was given the silver mask in the first place was because of the ability to control an army of hundreds of frogmen.

How unlucky it was to see him stretch out as if he were a one-man army, even though he couldn’t fight him for even 10 seconds with his own strength.

‘If it weren’t for the Great Master, I would have cut off that guy’s head myself.’

These are not empty words.

Stray had the will and ability to do so.

The Frogman army led by him would not notice his presence until they slit the unlucky wizard’s throat.

In other words.

The story was that even this mercenary’s achievement of defeating Silver Mask Delric could not make him afraid.

Ssssssssssssssssssssshhhh!

Stray put the dagger in his arms. And he took out a different type of weapon.

In his left hand was a long steel needle, and in his right hand was a rolled leather pouch.

‘One strength is a mercenary. ‘We can’t face it head on.’

Stray shook his head.

I could feel it a little while ago when he blocked the memorization and exchanged the first sum.

A mercenary who lightly deflected a memorized weapon fired from a dwarven mechanical device and immediately struck him with an axe.

The movement that seemed to ignore inertia and the strength shown by the ridiculous speed of the downward swing of the ax were enough to surprise even him, a vampire.

But head-on competition alone is not the answer.

In the end, what determines the winner is not who is faster or stronger, but who survives last.

And in order to survive, Stray had the confidence to use methods that others would call cowardly without hesitation.

Jerk.

On a slanted roof. Take slow steps to the side. The mercenary’s eyes followed him as if nailed.

Stray measured the timing by watching the mercenary’s breathing and shoulder movements.

Then at some point.

Whick!

He threw away the leather pouch in his right hand.

Hwii!

A tightly rolled leather bag flies through the air like a stone thrown by a catapult.

The mercenary’s ax flashed. A speed that is not easy to capture even with Stray’s excellent senses.

The leather pouch split in half at the flash. And Stray laughed bitterly.

Pow!

Dark green smoke bursts out from inside the two leather pouches.

The smoke that instantly covered the roof was poisonous fog.

It was a deadly poison that would burn the flesh of an ordinary human being if it touched it, and would cause a painful death the moment it took even a single breath.

Tadat!

Stray kicked the roof. He entered the private dance holding a steel needle in his hand.

Although he is a low-level vampire who cannot use a single spell, his body is fundamentally superior to that of a human.

Due to the nature of the vampire race with high poison resistance, strays were able to survive to a certain extent even in the poisonous fog.

‘There it is.’

In the middle of a thick dark green fog.

The large warrior stood still as if dead.

Are you embarrassed by the unexpected attack, or are you gritting your teeth and holding on to your collapsing body?

Maybe he literally died while standing.

Stray stretched out his left hand holding the steel needle for a sure finish.

His hand stretches out with the intention of piercing that thick neck in one go.

chin.