Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 409



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Commander of the Command (2)

The time past midnight and beyond dawn, now approaching the dawn just before dawn.

Several people who struggled through the bluish asphalt were gasping for breath.

“Huh, huh… … .”

Not all competitors in the race died from Lennok’s poison.

Those who skillfully hid for a while and avoided themselves, or prioritized survival even if they gave up their immediate rank.

And even though they compete head-on with Lenok, there are very few talented people who have succeeded in keeping their bodies intact.

Such people were gathering in front of the gang’s headquarters to finish the race even belatedly.

“Damn it, why is that lump of dope at the end of the race… … !”

“I have to go to the gang… … This is different from the promise!”

They are gossips and tantrums, but they are not stupid enough to not know what is going on.

It would be difficult to take care of the promised public goods since he was beaten up by a bike rider whose name was not properly known, Victor.

Still, they are taking their time to gather at the finish line in order to avoid the penalty that the gang publicly declared.

“… … .”

Among them, the bronze-skinned spearman who carried the blinding leopard at the forefront was also concentrating on walking with his mouth shut.

Until, in an instant, the fishy smell of blood lingers on the tips of their noses.

“Wait, what is this… … ?”

There is no superhuman at such a low level that he does not feel such a clear sign of death in this place.

The participants, who exchanged glances with each other in an instant, hurriedly ran up to the gang headquarters.

I was speechless when I saw the sea of ​​blood flowing from inside the headquarters where the corpses were displayed on the walls.

“crazy… … . How did the grimoire gang… … ?”

Countless members with holes pierced all over their bodies and tongues sticking out.

The complexion of the contestants turned white at the sight of the gruesome appearance of convulsing, not being able to let go of the tools they were holding in their hands.

In the meantime, only the spearman carrying the leopard moved his gaze following the traces of magic.

“… … Right. If a monster like that was your opponent, it couldn’t be helped.”

“what?”

“Look over there.”

As the tanned young man chinned, the eyes of others turned to the battle going on in the courtyard, deep within the gang’s headquarters.

“Aaaaaaa!!”

The boss of the grimoire gang, shouting at his throat and wielding a thick greatsword.

And in front of the blade, a sharp flash of light that flashes non-stop.

Even the surviving gang members running nonstop between the whirlwinds of electrodes that connect fragments of the flash in the dark.

Out of breath, the sparks that burst out between the colliding slashes and swordsmen rapidly grew in size at some point and brightly lit up the surroundings.

Whoaaaaaa!!

In the meantime, the face of the wizard who nodded was fully reflected.

A black-haired young man wearing a rider jacket and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The appearance is slightly different from what we’ve heard so many times, but everyone knows that there can’t be two lightning wizards of that level on this floor.

Behind the back of the Changsa who lifted the leopard, low curse words came out one after another.

“Was it fast!!”

“Damn it, I was running a race with a freak like that… … !”

“They said my bike riding skills are ridiculous.”

“Why are you fighting? Did you win the race?”

“Be quite.”

Changsha said without even looking back at them.

“The fastness is fighting. Do you not even know what this means?”

“What is that… … ?”

If you don’t even want to understand, you don’t have to worry anymore.

Changsha didn’t respond, but focused on watching Lennok fight from afar.

Right now, in this spot, while others are making a fuss, the blades and magical powers are tearing through the air dozens of times, scattering desperate deaths all over the place.

In the midst of the waves of attack, which is not strange even if his whole body is torn apart in front of his eyes, that wizard does not move a single finger.

Deflecting the skewer that landed on the head with a shield, and striking the ax blade that struck the back with a lightning strike.

That moment when he touched the blade that had come close to his nose and twisted his head.

Kaga Gak!!

All those bloody blitzes that were galloping at Lennok lost direction and scraped away.

Only bluish sparks splashed nonstop, showing that even the magician’s collar hadn’t been brushed.

“Kahak… … !!”

“Don’t disturb the captain!!”

“Re-timing!! Take a good look at your magic!!”

“X-foot, does that make sense… … !!”

Even with their mouths constantly spitting double swear words and their chattering intertwined, the gang members know what to do.

Whenever the captain exchanging workshops from the front is out of breath, he puts a check on it and draws attention, aiming for an unexpected opportunity and supporting firepower from all sides.

It was just that Lennok’s movements, which read all the intentions and the flow of the offensive, were perfect and concise.

“also… … .”

I forgot the weight of the leopard and watched Lennok’s movements as if possessed.

Without even turning his head, he countered the barrage fired towards the back of his head.

It is not the level of receiving and enduring with a shield, but on the contrary, it is a state of receiving an attack with firepower by detonating electric shock.

It is proof that you are perfectly mastered in balance and control of power, as much as the tip of a spear catches another.

The rumor that one of the best fighters in the outskirts of the megalopolis was a lightning wizard was, of course, not a lie.

There is something to be gained every time you carefully observe each of Lenok’s simple yet terrifying movements.

Each flash of light that succinctly extends through the messy and noisy workshops of the gang members steadily reduces the number of people in the midst of it.

It didn’t take long to realize that it was a handful of screws in the wizard’s hand.

Phiing!!

“Aaaaaaaa!!”

One by one, holes began to open between the eyes of the gang members who had exhausted their strength and potential.

The sticky blood dripping under the feet of those who survived.

The heavy corpses that hang whenever you move your legs rather awaken the minds of others more clearly.

Doo doo doo!!

Every time dozens of superhumans exploded their magic against only one wizard, the entire space was excited and hot as if bombardments were pouring down.

The flesh and corpses of already dead members were scattered wildly between them.

The survivors of Lennok’s advance, using the corpses of their already dead comrades as shields and obstacles, wallowed freely among the puddles of blood.

A brutal battlefield where the survivors humiliate the dead in order to live as long as possible.

Other participants looked at the devastation unfolding at their destination with dazed expressions and gaped their mouths.

“The gang… … . annihilate You will be killed.”

“A nobleman who is said to be the best berserker in the outlying district… … What an empty ending.”

“Then is this race a victory for those of us who survived?”

Behind the member screaming desperately, a bright blue light flashed.

[Darajeon]

[Guncheong Saroe (群靑社雷)]

The blue light that bloomed through the dark night sky rotates and flies like petals, then spreads its firepower in all directions and hits the ground.

Kwaaaaang!!

Correspondingly, the parts of the armored vehicle that fell everywhere were electrocuted, amplifying the range and firepower of the electric shock.

A huge electric field was created that covered the entire area, crushing everything that resisted within it.

Ugh support!!

A ghastly sound as flesh burns and gets crushed.

The more Lennok wielded his magical power, the more his throat burst and the screaming voice faded away, and only the echo entwined in the ears of the survivors like hallucinations.

In the middle of the workshop that leads to a state of trance, the members die one by one at the sharp counterattacks stabbed without even noticing.

The man’s madly swinging greatsword stopped abruptly after realizing that there were no more members standing next to him.

Lennok looked up at the man’s face and said.

“I’ve been thinking about what it means to be a commander.”

“Whoa, whoa… … .!!”

“It doesn’t mean that you simply entrust your existence to the laws of sage magic. It must be a much more spiritual concept than that.”

“Shut up… … !!”

Hundreds of screw parts are stuck like gongs on the man’s skin, which has stopped moving before he knows it, impeding the movement of his muscles.

Hot blood flowed over the screwed skin and skull, covering his whole body red.

Lennok nodded, looking at the figure where his whole body was fixed by the pieces of screws, unable to move properly.

“If you haven’t used the microcosm until this point, it’s probably because your master didn’t allow it. If you think about it that way, military spirit magic is a power that begins with offering one’s own image to the master.”

The boss of the grimoire gang. It would be rather strange if the head of an organization that occupied two outskirts of a megalopolis wasn’t an Ascendant.

However, this man who had been wielding a greatsword in front of Lennok did not develop a microcosm towards Lennok until this moment when the screw fragments were stuck all over his body.

It’s not because of the pathetic thought that he wants to hide his vision even when his life is in danger.

It must be because someone holding his image didn’t allow him to use the microcosm.

In other words, it must be proof that the commander Lennok is targeting is also clearly aware of the series of battles that have taken place in this plaza.

“So if you’re watching, why don’t you come out soon?”

Lennok asked, looking at the man who had stopped and twitched.

“Before I find your warlords hiding all over this city and stuff them into the same.”

[It’s a difficult job.]

At that moment, a cold shriek erupted from the mouth of the member who had fallen at Lennok’s feet.

At the same time, another gang member far away took over.

[It’s too savage and violent to communicate your intentions. Not my preferred method.]

A hollow voice mixed with faint cynicism somewhere.

“… … .”

[But it’s been a long time since I’ve been anxiously searching for me in this way. If that’s the case, I’ll just respond.]

damn… … !!

The morning sky slowly dawning.

Beneath it, dozens of corpses began to stand up like jangseung and wander around Lennok.

Lennok looked around and smiled.

“Not a good time for ghosts to appear. The sun is rising.”

[Hoho, do you enjoy being bound by such superstitions?]

Each time the voice answers, the corpses wandering around Lennok lose their strength one by one and slam their heads back into the ground.

Even a dead human being has a cruel temper that is used once and thrown away as a means to convey one’s intentions.

It was completely contrary to what he had just said, but neither of them bothered to point it out.

In a way, it was only natural that the standards of morality and violence of Nogoe, who had lived for over a hundred years, were twisted far differently from ordinary people.

[I heard the story a long time ago. They say that a blood-crazed wizard roams the outskirts of the city… … . I dismissed it as a common ghost story and passed it on.]

After a moment of silence, the voice asked in a laughing tone.

[Looking at it now, it seems that it wasn’t necessarily an inflated rumor.]

“… … .”

Why didn’t Lenok bring a avant-garde with him, and why, as a sorcerer, he had gained combat power that surpassed that of a warrior?

Tired of explaining why and clearing up misunderstandings, Lennok just kept his mouth shut.

But rather, it seemed that his sullen demeanor was more to his liking.

[okay. You have to have that level of composure before you can even dare to talk to me. It won’t be a place without regrets. Shall we share a conversation?]

“Rurrukreuk… … !!”

Even after death, corpses screaming and screaming in agony groan.

However, even that ugliness was nothing compared to the calm tone that seemed to rise from the other side of the shadows.

The man who was the head of a judicial institution in a megalopolis that had judged the outlaws rampaging in the Balkans hundreds or thousands of times asked.

[The young wizard of Dyke. Do you know that so many people are fed up with your rudeness?]

“If you had just shown up and solved the problem, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Only then did Lennok, who took out a cigarette from his bosom, put it in his mouth and lit it, laughing.

“Nice to meet you, Madrid Onion. It’s the first time we’ve met in person.”

* * *

military command. To bind the power of the spirit, which is not real and bound to the body, in the form of control, and use it as the basis for magic.

It uses a power different from magical power, but shares the same roots, but it is a kind of system that is distinct from magic or spells.

Even if they deal with the same command, there is a big difference in the techniques and styles they use.

Those who deal with military spirits are also very different, so didn’t they come together to create an old city called Yorta?

A kind of primitive yet sophisticated orthodox study that represents them at the forefront of how to deal with spirits, but boasts a history as old as magic if you look into its history.

And Madrich Onion was one of the most powerful people who formed a family by dealing with such martial arts for decades.

“A race using gangs was a way for a person as powerful as you to supplement the military command, which is so lame.”

Lennok laughed in front of Madric, who looked down at him without flinching.

“Anyone who has heard even a little about the concept of Mangwiyahaeng will not find it difficult to figure out the secret hidden in this race. Was there any reason to supplement the military order that far?”

A race hosted by the grimoire gang with public goods from the city government as a reward.

There is no doubt that there are people who question the fact that it starts at midnight and continues until just before dawn, and the number of people is thoroughly determined in advance.

But even so, the fact that this race has been maintained so far is proof that those who notice it like Lennok have been thoroughly dealt with.

Needless to say, whose hands fell into the hands of those secretly disposed of in the hands of gangsters.

However, even after hearing Lennok’s words, Madrich answered without any change in pitch.

[Anyway, you need to have enough insight and intelligence to notice that much to be qualified.]

“what?”

[This is one of the common misunderstandings of those who are ignorant of military spiritism.]

Madric laughed through the body of the man who was slowly wandering through the air.

[If you try to squeeze the spirits of the children who couldn’t even eat it, only dirty dregs will flow out. Being complacent and rich in spirituality is only useful in the prohibition of human sacrifice.]

“… … .”

[Becoming subject to the magician as a spirit means that the person concerned also contacts the source of the magician and shares their wishes. It means to completely entrust one’s own existence to the command of the military. Even if the act itself is not completely voluntary, it is natural to care about quality rather than quantity.]

Lennok, who only then understood what Madric was talking about, let out a hollow laugh.

“It means that the race itself was deliberately structured to resemble the Night of the Hundred Ghosts and was waiting for those who noticed the anomaly. Did you select only relatively superior people and make them your commanders?”

[Completing the night trek itself is the same as performing the ritual to become a military commander. Among them, those who have the intelligence and courage to notice abnormalities and raise objections to the gang can be said to have met the minimum conditions.]

said madric.

[This was the only way to supplement the military command in this land with relatively poor spiritual knowledge. During the long war, when I was gathering and judging sinners, my strength never ran out… … Isn’t there a law that nothing goes the way you want it to?]

At the same time as he said that, the man’s arm creaked and was lifted.

The direction of the gesture was directed to the other race participants who were watching the whole situation from the back of the plaza.

Before Lennok noticed and reacted, Madric, who had borrowed the body of a man, clenched his fists.

Whoooooooo!!

The gray gale that blew in from all directions grabbed the participants by the shoulders and broke their heads.

“Damn it… … !!”

Wood Deuk!!

The appearance of those who could not resist properly and died instantly while their limbs were caught.

Madric, who took the lives of dozens of onlookers in an instant, shook his hands and clicked his tongue.

[Look. It’s messy, and has no value. The spirit bodies of others who died at your hands are no different. As a simple grudge, it only screams at living beings.]

“… … .”

All he did was collect the spirits of the gang members Lennok had just killed and pour them out like waves.

Just by getting into the hands of a high-level military commander, the grudges will attack living beings on their own, strangling them and twisting them to death.

[Life is like a consumable that is used once and thrown away… … Isn’t it deplorable? The value of existence is like a bond that is determined from birth and cannot be escaped. The commanding ceremony is a noble ritual that grants meaning to even such mean people.]

He looked again at the silent Lennok and said.

[I will give you a chance to get out of that bondage. Wouldn’t you like to learn military spirit skills under my domain?]

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