Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior Chapter 271

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Reflection (1)

‘Kihihi.’

‘Euhihihi….’

The sound of laughter echoing through the trees. Streams of fog fluttering like bony hands.

The witch with an eerie smile quickly got up. He had an ax stuck in his head and was shaking as if he was hanging by an invisible thread.

Dallen scratched the back of his head as he looked at the witch facing him. The witch’s face was facing this way, but at the same time, her back was turned.

This looks like a scene from a horror movie. It was such a useless thought that came to mind in front of my half-turned head.

And of course, not everyone could be that relaxed.

“Ugh…Ugh!”

Bjorn, who was trembling like an aspen, couldn’t hold on and hid behind Dallen’s back. Dallen glanced back.

Something hazy was fleeting inside the dwarf’s black eyes. It seemed like he was probably suffering from the hallucinatory effects of the fog.

“If you hit him, he won’t wake up. “The one-eyed master craftsman’s childhood trauma is that serious.”

Fake Sienna said. Dallen slowly lowered the hand he had raised to caress his cheek.

“The trauma is often maximized in the forest environment. don’t worry. “Because your life won’t be in danger.”

“Damn.”

Instead of striking the dwarf in the face with his palm, Dallon extended it towards the witch. Then the ax that was stuck in the witch’s head swung back.

“…Keuep!”

Of course, it didn’t come back smoothly. The deeply embedded ax blade fell out, and pieces of skull and blood from the brain poured out together.

Seeing the witch staggering forward, Dallon lightly shook off the axe. He said.

“How can one’s life not be in danger when one’s spirit is agitated?”

This is the dwarf who, in the presence of the Ghost Knight, sharpened his silver-coated shotgun and shoved a bomb down the devil’s throat.

No matter how afraid you are of the forest and water, there is something completely wrong with not being able to react to the enemy in front of you.

It wasn’t something I thought would be difficult. No matter how powerful a curse or hallucination is, it can be resolved by killing the caster.

As Dallan adjusted his axe, the laughter coming from the fog stopped. In the eerie silence, fake Sienna opened her mouth again.

“You came much sooner than expected.”

“…….”

“But fortunately. At least I was able to prepare the gift I was thinking of in time…”

The sound of the wind escaping continued. The ax was thrown again, and this time it cut off his head.

A witch’s head falling without resistance. Dallen looked down at it expressionlessly and raised his hand.

The bloody ax landed in his hand again. Dallen briefly shook off the ax and turned his head to check the dwarf’s condition.

“…Rotten.”

Bjorn had disappeared.

When I looked ahead, I saw that the witch’s body had also disappeared.

Dallen frowned. The trees that had grown densely around the area were being erased one by one.

Where the trees disappeared, the fog slowly dispersed. The rocks and stones and the rustling dirt under my feet disappeared.

The background, which looked like it had been dissolved in muddy paint, gradually became colored with yellow and white colors.

[Here’s a gift I prepared for you.]

The sound of fake Sienna’s laughter went around.

***

[…Dallen This is not just a hallucination.]

Red Chang said in a wary voice. Dallen nodded.

As she said, this was not just an illusion or a trick.

Dallen’s five senses and sixth sense were too good to be affected by just one magic trick.

It is probably an art that makes extreme use of the environment of the dark sea and moon spirit on the fourth floor of the labyrinth.

And there was only one being who could control the labyrinth, which originally had no owner.

‘A new evil spirit has awakened from the depths.’

The surrounding scenery changes every moment. Before he knew it, the place he was standing was not a forest, but a huge hall.

Walls and pillars decorated with gold leaf and jewels. A pure white marble floor stretched out so that knights could line up on both sides.

And a large throne made of poured gold erected on a low staircase to overlook it all.

“…The throne room of the King of Knights.”

The forest disappeared and what appeared was a throne room located deep in the palace of the Eastern Knight Kingdom.

Although I never visited it this episode, it was one of those places that felt like my home from behind the monitor.

At that time, I felt a crunching sensation under my feet. Dallen lowered his gaze slightly.

For some reason, a middle-aged man had been lying at his feet. The man with a hole in his chest had already lost his life.

[Do you know who it is?]

“The King of Knights. “The name is Arland.”

[Knight King? You mean the superhuman king of the knight kingdom in the east?]

“That’s right.”

Even if the crown had not fallen and was covered in blood, it was not difficult to recognize the King of Knights’ face.

He is the ruler of the Eastern Knight Kingdom and a transcendental whose true abilities have reached the 5th level.

He is the leader of the Seven Knights and the owner of Durandal, a treasured sword that has been passed down through the royal family.

Aland, the 17th Knight King, was one of the main NPCs who blocked Laphilem’s army from crossing the eastern sea in most episodes.

Although it could not be completely prevented and was only a delay, it was enough to be called a hero just by steadfastly protecting one’s beliefs in the final half, where all kinds of betrayals and conspiracies were rampant.

Occasionally, he would give up his hometown and directly join the defense of the Labyrinth City, playing a major role in the front line against the demonic forces.

[But the King of Knights is dead here…]

Red Chang trailed off. Dallen shook his head.

What was important now was not the King of Knights’ performance.

What is important is that the king died in the throne room, which was the heart of the kingdom, and it was he who stepped into the puddle of blood right in front of him.

“Whether it’s a hallucination or an illusion, you’re screwed.”

It was already too late to find a corner to escape to. Hundreds of superhumans had already camped outside the throne room and surrounded it.

Dallen sighed briefly and turned around. At the same time, the large door of the hall was broken and knights came rushing in.

“My Highness!”

“It’s him! “That guy murdered His Highness!”

“You uncivilized bastard, you don’t know any grace! Cut off their limbs and burn them at the stake!”

pestilence. Dallen adjusted his ax in silence.

There was no time for explanation. In the first place, there was no way any words would make sense when the king was dead in front of his eyes.

“die!”

A sword aimed at the neck. A blue sword flickers above the blue blade.

Dallen tilted his head to the side and shed his sword. The sword narrowly missed its target and cut off several strands of hair.

“this guy…!”

The knight swings to the left in the same stabbing position and tries to slit Dallen’s neck. Dallen put the ax on the blade.

With a little force, the sword was pushed away. A heavy kick continued into the free space created.

“Whoops…!”

The knight is lying around, coughing up blood. Blood rising through the distorted plate armor. A face that turns purple and twitches.

Dallen’s gaze sank. It wasn’t a typical hallucination either.

Beyond simply exchanging physical attacks, the process of a life fading away was expressed so vividly.

“This guy is transcendent. “Approach carefully!”

“Blow the trumpet! Request support from the Lion Knights!”

When the knight who came before fell, the other knights became cautious in their movements. Faces with a clear look of nervousness. However, there are no signs of backing down.

As he watched the knights slowly narrowing the siege with their swords drawn out, Dallon kicked up the dead knight’s sword with his toe and grabbed it.

A horn calling for support was heard outside the hall.

It was time to get out of here.

***

The tip of a flashing spear. Waving flag.

The sound of horns echoes between towering spiers, and thousands of horses’ hooves pound the ground energetically.

Dallen, who had broken through the siege of the throne room, was greeted by the assault of the knights as if they had been waiting for him.

‘…The Lion Knights.’

They are characterized by a golden sword and a helmet shaped like a lion’s head.

The Lion Knights were among the seven knights of the Knight Kingdom and were responsible for protecting the royal capital.

Knights wearing splendid golden armor filled the main street and charged in. Golden energy overflowed from the pointed lance.

Dudududududu…!!

Dallen did not avoid it. The moment before the collision, he stretched out his hand.

The moment you become aware of a fight, your sense of time strangely increases. He takes a step forward and deflects the lance with his axe.

The horse’s neck was cut off by the tip of the sword, which was swung fluidly. By the time the foot touched the ground, the knight on the horse had also been cut in half.

“Captain!”

A scream coming from right next to you. Another step.

Wedge-!

Move to the side to avoid the spear’s stab. The knight’s angry eyes could be seen through the gaps in his helmet.

Anger soon turned into astonishment. Dallen, who had put down his sword, snatched the knight’s long spear.

“What…keaaaaaaaa!”

Kwazizig!

He swung his long spear widely and drew a circle. The intangible energy that was overlaid on them was torn apart, regardless of whether they were knights or knights.

After swinging it a few times, the spear suddenly broke. About half of the charging knights were also dead.

Dallen advanced. The guards running behind the knights fired their crossbows at once. He swung the ax a few times, knocked them all away, and then stamped his foot.

A new model floating above the main street. Lightning struck in the middle of the guard’s formation.

Quad-dud-!!

sharpen the ax The sword broke.

Turn around and take a shot with your elbow. The metal shield collapsed.

The armor was torn and flew away like a piece of paper, and with a single punch, the helmet exploded and spilled its contents.

There was no guard who could withstand even one attack from Dallen. Similarly, there was no article that made even a single effective hit on Dallon.

A scene where metal and flesh are torn and crushed together. The sight of blood flowing down the street was nothing short of hell.

Despite the terrible sight, the guards and knights rushed forward without stopping. Their eyes were filled with fear, but their bodies were brave like legendary heroes.

The legs run towards the warrior covered in blood, and the hands stab or swing the crossed weapon at least once more.

A sight as if someone was forcing their bodies to move.

Just as he had split the head of the senior knight, Dallon lifted his head. The air was rumbling from above the sky. The next moment, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

“How dare you attack the guild leader!”

“For a free city!”

“Kill that barbarian who doesn’t even know how to add!”

The screaming that pierced my ears was still there. What changed was what they shouted.

Dallen took a short breath and looked around.

High-rise buildings towering over well-paved roads. The signs are made with no sparing use of luminescent stones and dyes, and shine brightly like neon signs on the modern Earth.

‘The Free City of Elmora, the capital of the Guild Federation in the western part of the continent.’

The street, which was originally bustling with wandering mercenaries and merchants eager to solicit customers, had a strangely cold atmosphere.

It was probably because of the overturned stalls and the hundreds of crossbowmen who had finished loading using them as cover. The mercenaries and apprentice knights lined up behind them also seemed to play a part.

Dallen turned his head. Beside him was a carriage magnificently decorated with gold and high-quality wood, crushed in half as if it had been trampled by a giant.

“…Please save me. “I’ll give you as much money as I want, so please…”

Inside the carriage, an old man covered in blood was moaning. This time, it wasn’t difficult to recognize the man’s face.

“Guild leader.”

“That’s right. That’s right. I am the merchant guild leader! My account is overflowing with gold. I can call you the password right now. So please…”

The old man prayed while rubbing his clammy hands. Dallen rubbed his forehead.

“This guy is threatening the guild leader! Everyone shoot!”

The crossbowmen must have recognized the hand gesture as a threat and pulled the trigger all at once.

And the ax flashed.