Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior Chapter 287

287

Return (3)

Awesome!

A loud noise echoes throughout the city. White light flashing under the red-stained sky.

Sienna, who was catching her breath in the alley, suddenly looked away.

Beyond the Platinum Street, I saw a white flash that struck like a thunderbolt above the battleground against the devil.

“…Lucia.”

[The demon slayer…is still holding on.]

A cracking voice is heard. Sienna lowered her head again.

The owner of the voice was her bartender.

An ancient dragon once called the first roar of the Dragon God, and a mute bartender who has been working with Crow’s Nest for over ten years.

“bourbon.”

[Go to her, young witch. By my side, even you become dangerous.]

“Shut up Bourbon. “Why are the injured people talking so much?”

[He is not injured. This is an old dragon that has finally found a place to rest.]

A soft, comforting tone. Sienna gritted her teeth in silence.

The person lying in front of her was not the tall, indifferent bartender she usually encountered.

The true body of an ancient dragon is larger than the building of the Crow’s Nest, and is large enough to fill a narrow alley.

That body, which could bring down several buildings with a single wave of its tail, was nothing short of a complete wreck.

“…Don’t be so unlucky as to say that you are in eternal sleep. “If you have the strength to do so, try to reduce your presence.”

Wings torn to pieces. A brass-colored body covered in blood.

The two horns, which appear to have been carved from emeralds, were horribly broken, and there were clear signs of being eaten all over the body, including the severed hind legs.

Even for the great Jinryong, who could blow up a small city with a single word, it was difficult for him to remain safe in a fierce battle that lasted for 15 days.

Moreover, because they were the only two true dragons on the human side, they became the enemy’s highest priority attack target.

[Young witch.]

“…….”

[I understand your actions of trying to hide me. You pretend not to, but you have a kind heart. He is strong enough to put that sentiment into action. But…cough!]

The dragon paused for a moment. He twitched his muzzle.

[Cough! [Gasp!]

Dark red blood gushing out between the teeth.

Originally, the true dragon’s blood was a highly toxic liquid that could melt stones, but the blood flow over the flagstone did not contain even an ounce of magical power.

“Bourbon…”

It was because of the ability of the being that fatally wounded the dragon.

It is an ancient beast even more dangerous than the Great Devil that Kyle Berkus himself has sealed away for thousands of years.

The Curse of Predation that it possessed was a powerful force that gnawed away even the power of dragon blood without mercy.

Originally, the injury was a cut off of one of the wings and hind legs, which was the reason why the true dragon’s regenerative power, which would have recovered in an instant, was not working at all.

[The predator is someone who has been trapped within my seal for thousands of years. No matter how much you use the witch’s power to hide it, it won’t take long for him to smell it.]

“…….”

[So, gather your magic power and go to the demon slayer. That is a slightly more efficient method, young witch.]

Green-brown eyes looked at Sienna wearily. Those eyes, which had always been intelligent, were gradually losing their vitality.

Kyle Berkus was right. Even if he hides like this, the dragon’s death is a foregone conclusion.

However, the witch’s spell disguising the area was not lifted. Her voice came out through black hair falling down her shoulders.

“Don’t talk nonsense. “If I were to leave that place now, where else could I run?”

[The demon slayer is alive and well. Among the transcendents of the Diamond Palace, there must be a few survivors. Even though there is a slim chance of going with them rather than staying by my side like now…]

“Dallen wouldn’t have done that.”

The dragon closed his mouth.

“Dallen doesn’t leave the people he cares about to increase his chances of winning. “I don’t leave my dying comrades on the battlefield just because I can’t stand it.”

The witch’s voice was wet.

“Dallen will come back. “Because I promised.”

Sienna remembered.

The conversation I had with Dallon in the bottomless swamp on the third floor of the labyrinth.

In front of the campfire, she talked about her new deal with bourbon.

A condition offered by Bourbon in return for taking Dallen’s side in the fight against the Dragon God. A promise to bring back the remains of the first Feather Witch, who is sleeping in King Mong’s underground palace.

‘King Mong’s underground palace. ‘Are you going to come with me?’

One day, he asked if he could go down with him when he went down to King Mong’s underground palace to keep the contract.

The answer did not come back right away.

It was a time when the dampness of the swampland, with the splendid sparks that occasionally exploded and scattered, felt particularly oppressive.

‘I…’

However, as I entered the tent and lay down, the voice coming from behind my slowly closing eyelids was still clear.

Because he didn’t answer right away, the answer left traces of deeper consideration.

It is a promise that will never be broken because it is spoken in the air with no one listening.

“Even though I may not be able to welcome Dallan with a smile when he returns, I want to at least be remembered as someone who tried to protect someone precious like he did.”

[…….]

“Bourbon, you are my family. It’s a benefactor. Also a friend. “Because we are also business partners.”

[…Okay, whatever. I’ve never thought about this ending, but it might not be that bad.]

The dragon laughed lowly. The laughter that made blood flow between the teeth was strangely pleasant.

Sienna also raised the corner of her mouth. She turned and rested her back against the dragon’s head.

“…Whew.”

As I closed my eyes and concentrated, I sensed the family members scattered throughout the city. The witch’s family members were created in the shape of large and small birds such as crows and doves.

Most of them were disconnected during the demon’s onslaught, but there were some children who were still alive and passing on information.

“Lucia checked earlier, and Felber is still holding on. “Unfortunately, it seems like we have lost a disciple.”

[You mean the Elgaia magic tower lord. Inheriting the vision of dealing directly with time is not an easy task. It’s a shame.]

“This is the first time I’ve seen Felber’s technique. The target is…farn? “You’re still alive.”

[You mean the one-eyed, one-armed paladin boy?]

“That’s right. Looking at the density of magical power, it seems to be a unique technique of the 6th rank… but this connection has been lost. Let’s look at the other side…the main gate of the Geumgang Palace has been breached. Bourbon, I would have held on a little longer if you had supported me. “Why have you passed out already?”

Crack.

A hand gesture that lightly hits the brass-colored scales.

[This is so unfair. In my prime, a predator would be nothing more than a bite to eat. You cowardly show up only after you’ve let go of your shield and wings. He really has no morals.]

The ancient dragon also laughed and joked at that playful slap.

The shadow of a huge beast was casting over the alley where the dragon and the witch were hiding.

***

The Bronze Zone, where the demon army had swept through, was quiet.

Until a portal opened with magic swirling out of nowhere inside a half-destroyed inn building that didn’t seem to be inhabited.

Faaah!

The figure that came out of the portal was thrown into the half-burned second floor hallway. A floor that cannot bear the weight and collapses.

Ujikkeun!

The rafters fell and a ash wind blew up. Ceilings and pillars suddenly collapsing. Inyoung, who came out of the portal, also fell to the first floor.

“Cough! Fuck. “If I were to teleport to a normal distance, what would happen?”

Dallen walked out from the half-ashed wreckage, waving his hands. He pushed the creaking door of the building to get out.

The door that had been slightly open fell open permanently. The inn door was broken.

“…Fuck.”

Dallen cursed once more. It was because of the sight seen beyond the fallen door.

[…It’s hell.]

Beyond the image, the ancient dragon whispered softly.

Even calling the streets of the Bronze District a ruin would be an understatement.

Charred flagstone. A thorny vine grew between them. Houses covered in sticky fluid. Red eyes blinking from the collapsed wall.

Uuuuu…….

The acrid wind carried away the groans of the dead. Human hands and feet were sprouting from the remains of collapsed buildings.

A hand with horns sprouting in place of severed fingers. The soles of feet with tentacles waving through the gaping holes.

The sticky lava lake was melting the buildings and heating itself like a living creature. A scene that feels like nothing more than a mass of evil directed at the living.

“okay. “It’s hell.”

Dallen didn’t stay in place for long. The place he headed straight to was one of the largest blacksmiths in the bronze district.

As he walked, he thought back to the conversation on the snowy mountain. It was a conversation I had with a man who was called Hadash when he was alive, just before boarding the portal to this place.

‘Oh, and I need a sword.’

‘knife?’

‘The holy sword was broken while fighting Daelin. Tortanis, which contains your divine power.’

‘Isn’t divinity already within you? There will be no problem at all in fighting even without a holy sword.’

‘Because fighting with bare fists isn’t a good idea. ‘Can you at least give me that sword?’

‘This is junk that has been around for thousands of years.’

After a not very productive conversation, what the man handed over was information.

The information roughly says, ‘If you need a sword, you can go to the blacksmith’s place who twisted fate yourself.’

“Tsk. “If a gentleman who is almost like a god just gives me a good sword, something big could happen.”

After wandering through the hellish streets, Dallon was soon able to arrive at the blacksmith shop.

To be exact, it was a ruin that used to be a blacksmith shop. The only thing that showed that we had arrived at our destination was the name ‘Mithril Smelter’ engraved on the creaky sign.

[…Dallen.]

“I know.”

I leave Jeokchang’s worried voice behind and enter the blacksmith shop.

Just like the sign that was hanging precariously even while the building was half destroyed, the owner of the store also stayed in his place inside the collapsing blacksmith shop.

“…Old Blacksmith.”

A corpse in the midst of decomposition. It seemed like he had stopped breathing for a long time.

The long, dried blood stains from his feet told the story of the blacksmith’s last actions during his life.

A mithril smelter who hid his injured body in a corner of the blacksmith shop and exquisitely hid a long box with his body.

“…I will use it well.”

Inside the box was a sword and an axe.

Both were weapons made by mixing together several different keels.

It is probably the result of processing the by-products of the dragons sent by the main group to the Holy Knights who were taking refuge in the Labyrinth City using the keel bone smelting technique learned from Dallukahim.

With a natural movement, he hung the ax on his waist and tied the sword with a leather strap. After sighing, he turned his head slightly and spoke.

“come out. “Because I know it’s there.”

“…What you said, Captain, was right. “I never thought you would really come here.”

Dallen turned around. The person who walked out from behind the collapsed pillar was a young man.

Armor engraved with the symbol of the Holy Knights. A sacred tattoo on the nape of the neck and face.

Judging from the divine power contained within, the paladin was right. Dallen asked, tilting his head.

“Do I know you?”

“yes. Dear Dallon. Of course you know.”

The young man, who had half-turned his body, stood straight ahead. The young man’s left sleeve was fluttering without any contents.

The eye that was closed was also a prosthetic eye. When I saw the one eye and one arm, a name unconsciously popped out.

“Farn?”

“yes. This is Paladin Farn. “Thanks to Dallan who saved me when I was young, now that I have grown up, I am called a sword saint despite my lack of skills.”

Dallen narrowed his eyes. A little boy who was in his prime of growth has become a young man who looks close to 30?

A sight that automatically brings to mind thoughts of time being distorted in a labyrinth. A young man, Farn, approached him who was silent.

“Dallan, I think you are confused about many things. However, since it is an urgent situation, we have to move right away, unfortunately.”

“Explain briefly.”

“The Diamond Palace has collapsed. Most of Dallan’s colleagues have also fallen.”

Kurrrr….

A corner of the ceiling collapsed just at the right time.

The young man, Farn, looked at the blood-red sky beyond the gaping hole and spoke.

“Dallen, the city has become a hunting ground for demons.”