Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior Chapter 262

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Camellia (4)

Crying….

The dark clouds cried.

The red sky of Daeryongjeon shimmers around the vortex in the center.

The scene of hell that covered the very edge of the horizon was slowly giving way to persistent dark clouds.

「Closed Snowy Mountain Sky」

Kugugugugu…!

A red whirlwind spits out a rough air current. The dark red clouds responded by pouring out a bunch of lightning and fire pillars.

If you push from the west, it will squeeze into the east. A feast of fire pillars and thunderbolts pouring down from the clouds that had penetrated downward just as a close battle was taking place in the center.

It was as if Mother Nature, the sky and the clouds, had each become one beast, aiming for each other’s neck.

In the midst of a supernatural power struggle taking place above the sky, two figures who looked as small as dust clashed.

Wow━━━━!!

The shock of the collision was not small.

Red air currents and dark clouds are completely pushed away by the shock wave that explodes in a spherical shape.

Doo doo doo doo!

With a roar, the two figures, who widened the distance, accelerate in reverse again and fight each other mercilessly.

As spears, swords, hands and feet intertwined and crossed hundreds of times, the dragon god’s split cries rang out through the noise.

[The first roar of the red spear, Cheongrin! Is it really going to be like this! I am the being you created!]

There was no need for comic talk. The tip of a spear pierced through the silence.

The dragon god’s response is to pour it out with a sword and tie it with a pommel to press it down. Twist the pole to create a brief struggle of strength, then push and kick with your feet to increase the distance.

Throw in!

[You are all my parents! Where are the parents who abandon their children?]

A cry is heard once again through the distance. Dallen laughed as he corrected his balance in the sky.

The child who sold his parents has a long tongue. Whose family’s child is that?

[…….]

‘I made a mistake. Last thought, cancel.’

The pressure of the two ancient dragons’ silence was greater than expected.

While Dallen was correcting his unconscious thoughts, his eyes glowed red once again. It was a red spear.

[The child we all gave birth to, you have been transformed.]

[What do you mean by transformation? I was just faithful to your desires. Wasn’t that what was created for that purpose?]

[That was the problem. If you think about it, it might have been a fate that was planned from the beginning.]

A soft sigh. A tone filled with regret.

In front of the Dragon God’s murderous gaze, the red spear swung the spear with a calm expression. She continued.

[The four evil gods, who are the original owners of the Great Hell, were also the result of the desires of mortals.]

[…….]

[Unlike us, they may not have been arbitrary, but that does not change their essence. The evil gods that were born that way eventually tried to devour the entire continent… It may have been our fault that we did not learn from that outcome.] The

White Sword did not answer. He just gritted his teeth and flicked the sword away.

With that light swing, one of the peaks of the snowy mountain was split. A ridge that collapses into a landslide. Jeokchang nodded. She said.

[Are you saying you don’t want to mix things up?]

[…….]

[Looking back, it was like that back then. When I asked you why you called yourself the master of hell, you chose to keep your mouth shut instead of giving a reasonable reason. It’s literally like looking at a stubborn baby dragon… So, if you look at it that way, you might be the child of the Ten Thousand Dragons.]

Children naturally take after their parents. Jeokchang laughed bitterly.

[I will not listen to any more nonsense from traitors.]

[…Okay. The dragon people are stubborn. He is truly a dragon-like child.]

The comic talk was over. The red-faced ego retreating back.

As he rose to the surface of consciousness, Dallon felt a warming sensation over his body.

[…Dallen. From now on, my spear and flame will be yours forever.]

Red Spear’s soft voice rang in my head. Dallen nodded and slightly relaxed his shoulders.

The red spear in his right hand seemed quite light. It feels as if the two meter long window is part of the body.

As I concentrated a little, I felt anger flowing through my veins. All of this felt different from when the red spear had descended halfway.

In the past, the moments when Jeok-chang directly controlled his body felt like he was moving indirectly, like a doll tied to strings.

Now, a sense of omnipotence as if the power of the ancient dragon, which was once so elusive and elusive, was placed entirely under one’s own will.

Phew.

Take a deep breath and exhale a little more slowly.

The appreciation didn’t last long.

It was because of the white light that flashed before my eyes right after I took a deep breath.

The Dragon God, determined to end the conversation with a battle of strength, lowered his white great sword and struck the space, reaching right in front of his nose.

Dallen naturally lifted the spear. The white sword and the dark red spear clashed in a cross shape.

───Wow!

Immense strength is transmitted through the spear pole. Faced with a wave of power that was enough to move a mountain with a single blow, Dallon did not back down.

“nice…!”

I took a step forward, breaking the numbing grip and brushing the aftermath over my shoulder.

「Closed snow mountain sky」

「Fist」

Wow!

The final blow of the fighter and the lightning magician was struck from the tip of the fist. A thunderous sound that exploded from close range within the gap between the spear and sword struck the breastplate.

━━━━━Wow!

A breastplate that collapses into the shape of a fist. The blow was missed.

Phew.

Take a breath. Dallen didn’t stop. A blow that was once a fatal blow is only part of the attack at this moment.

Phew.

If you can’t inflict a critical hit with one move, you can just stack it up and create a flow.

Without giving himself time to swing his sword, he continued to approach and struck one blow after another.

bang! bang! Gurgling!

Thunders that could blow away mountain peaks erupted one after another. Following the retreating dragon god’s wings, he trampled the air one after another to catch up.

“Inverted Waterfall”

“Inversion”

The moment you try to widen the distance using the space transfer technique, it shakes the direction of gravity, causing confusion in your senses.

「The sea of thunder that swallowed hell」

「驟雨振靑(驟雨振靑)」

「Cheonrok(穿綠)」

Hundreds of blue bolts of electricity pour down like rain with each step, and dark green electric lights are shot out between them to fill the gap. Pay it out

Rumbling!

The colorful and brilliant lights collided without stopping. It was an extraordinary sight where the scenery of the area spread out across the snowy mountains converged into one point, turning into spears aimed at the Dragon God.

It was all up to Dallan to design it all. My brain, warmed up for the first time in a long time, put the various powers together like a puzzle and calculated the flow.

[You bastard…!]

The boy didn’t suffer alone either. Immediately after forcing the distance by swinging down the weight of the sword, the breath that poured out of the boy’s mouth swept away everything in front of him.

Dallen was in the middle of the range. The moment a black breath rushed in front of his eyes, he reflexively raised his arms.

[―――――!!]

Akasha’s full power bursts out from the armor covering her arms.

Damn it!

The frosty wind that has frozen the entire capital of the kingdom in numerous episodes confronts the breath of the Dragon God and creates a blue-black storm.

Frozen flames rain down. Heat and cold mix together and sharply skim my skin.

As soon as the storm dispersed, what appeared before my eyes was a flash of white light.

In order not to miss the once reversal of the attack, the Dragon God flew in like a thunderbolt with his sword as soon as he let out his last breath.

Whoa!

Dallen raised his red spear and blocked the sword. The shock and power struggle are somewhat duller than before.

The Dragon God’s face was now so close that he could reach it if he spit. Dallen chuckled, looking at the wide reptile eyes.

“You seem to have lost some strength?”

[……!]

The spear was pushed away the moment he became agitated. Changgeuk was thrown inside the bouncing sword.

The boy took a half step back and twirled his cloak, obscuring his vision. Just before the numerous magic spells engraved on the cloak rained down, the roar that came out of Dallen’s mouth completely destroyed the magic system.

[…First roar!]

The stiff cloak is torn to pieces by the red spear. The boy, unable to tear his body apart, widened the distance.

「Unique drake」

Dallen chased after it. The window opened again. The complicated trajectory split the layered armor and blew off the corner of the helmet. The drake that attacked from behind bit the leggings with its bright red snout.

The composition of the dance moves taking place in the sky became increasingly tilted to one side.

Above the scene of the decisive battle, where the clouds were dispersing and the atmosphere was breaking apart, the lightning magician’s brain sea and dark red storm clouds were also steadily tearing up the sky of the Great Dragon Hall.

Of course, the snowy mountain peaks were all blown away in the aftermath of the battle. Dallen didn’t care.

The broken and collapsed scene will take a considerable toll on your imagination, but that’s enough to think about later.

Now was the time to focus on issuing one line of order.

「Dabbo (踏步)」

Tramples the air in front of the completely battered dragon, gathers all the recoil, and delivers it to the tip of the spear.

Yongshin raised his wide sword blade and received the spear blow. But it couldn’t be stopped.

A crunching sound was heard, and the spear that broke the blade pierced the breastplate and lodged itself in the guy’s chest.

The boy’s mouth spat out black blood. He spoke with trembling lips.

[Damn you bitch…you have no name. You are just a red spear. An abandoned dragon that has lost its name!]

This bastard is acting like hell because he doesn’t want to be left behind. Dallon thought.

It was just a thought. I didn’t spit it out.

The provocation he used as psychological warfare was laughable, but this conversation was none of his business to begin with.

Soon, one of Dallen’s eyes turned red. The Dragon God shouted, splashing spit and blood as if it was an opportunity.

[Do you think that finding a new owner will make a difference to a once abandoned subject? You are nothing but an abandoned animal then and now! Can you tell me the evidence? Your old name is…Kahak!]

The red spear opened the wound. The blood that poured out suddenly stopped the Dragon God from speaking.

Dallen slightly raised the eyebrow of one eye. He didn’t do it.

[The old name is a thing of the past. The past is not important.]

[…Cough! Ugh!]

The dragon god was trying to say something. The red spear violently stirred my internal organs every time.

Meanwhile, the coldness of Cheongrin that bloomed in the left hand froze the dragon god’s wings and toes, and the silent words of the first roar sealed the magic itself created with dragon words.

[I have been given a new name, so I just have to live up to it.]

Jeokchang’s voice was now comfortable. Dallen inadvertently recalled an old memory.

Although a long time had passed, the first meeting was still as vivid as it was.

An ancient dragon who was filled with resentment at the reality of not only being abandoned by his master, but also being confined to the realm of mortals.

How can we forget the roar of a being that was difficult to bear at the time, roaring from the top of a cliff for the world to go away?

[I’ll say it again. My name is Camellia.]

A soft laugh tickled my ears. Sparks began to fly from the spear that pierced the Dragon God’s chest.

It is said that dragons are given identity and existence through their names.

What Jeokchang said was right. The ancient dragon I first met in my dream a long time ago has now disappeared.

The nameless Jeokchang, abandoned by the dragon god, died, and now she is the newly born Jinryong.

“The cliff where the reborn ancient dragon rested”

The scene containing her was renamed.

[It is a red flower blooming on a snow-covered shore.]

The desolate cliff has survived thousands of years of winter and has become a blooming flower field.

“Cartoon Camellia (萬華冬柏)”

The embers that flew from the tip of the spear began to bloom. It was a camellia flower, full of heat, blooming from its thick buds.