Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 430



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Memory Palace (3)

If this was an elaborately created alter ego, it would almost certainly be a forbidden technique using human sacrifice.

It must also be a type of spell created with the help of an apostle.

Lennok was aware of its efficiency after directly facing the ‘Amrita’s Scale’, the dead magic formula used for large-scale spatial movement in Palgoong Fortress.

“… … That’s great, Evan.”

Cassia’s expression, as she looked at it with a breathless expression, showed an expression of admiration that could not be hidden.

“How could you be so overwhelming in a situation where you were virtually surrounded by one-sidedness? … . I can’t believe it even when I see it. Are you a soldier, not a traveler?”

“I think I’ve become more of a monster than back then… … . Is it because of my mood?”

Even Archwood, whose complexion was slightly bluish from the aftermath of his injury, seemed rather relieved when he saw Lennok’s hand.

“The Guido Church doesn’t get soggy easily if they recognize that the opponent is annoying to touch. If you were clearly aware of your skills, there is a chance that you will back down-”

“Rather than that, look at this.”

After Archwood stopped talking, Lennok pointed at the dead priest’s face.

The face of the fallen priest, bleeding from between his temples, had completely changed to that of a different person.

The faces of the other two people who confirmed the appearance also changed seriously.

“The Transfiguration Scheme… … No, did he manipulate someone else?”

“It is a race that is not often seen in the Balkans. Most likely a member of the Order.”

At Archwood’s words, Lennok turned to him with a slightly surprised expression.

“Why, why… … ?”

“no. I want to say something more meaningful than I thought… … .”

“… … .”

Archwood, who couldn’t answer anything, cleared his throat and began to look at Lennok.

“Rather than that, after this is over, why don’t we talk a little bit? Let’s have a little constructive conversation about the thesis royalties and capital investment… … .”

“… … .”

Archwood’s consistency in trying to cling to Lennok’s authorship in that brief moment deserves recognition.

Lennok rummaged in his arms, ignoring him as he subtly appealed to him about their relationship and mentioned investment in the research results of his thesis.

“Did you know that your paper is already approaching 8,000 citations? This is an unbelievable number even in terms of pure magic academia. If you find a suitable investment destination and carry out research in earnest, business performance is already a matter of course… … .”

“Camilla, this is Evan. This one is over.”

[This is still being explored.]

Ignoring Archwood’s bullshit, I started talking right away.

The person Lennok had called to work with before starting this project.

Lennok had previously contacted the Antares Mercenary Corps, who had built a relationship under the name of Evan.

“I didn’t know the exact location, but I checked the terrain and the scenery. I will send you related data, so please search around the outskirts of the city.]

Saying that, Lennok checked his phone number and spoke again.

“Sent photos taken during the engagement. It is likely that he is taking this appearance.]

[okay. Since he is also my younger brother’s teacher, I’ll be sure to take care of this matter.]

A peculiar laugh resounded through the receiver, resembling a kya-kyah laugh.

[In our mercenary corps, a particularly strong man who has returned from injury… … . what?]

Mila’s voice over the receiver cut off abruptly.

“Is there a problem?”

[Hmm, that’s it… … .]

Mila said with a slightly flustered expression.

[The leader said he was coming?]

* * *

near big cities. A plain whose name is unknown.

A small cave between randomly rising rocks.

A few of the dozens of people who had been lying dead convulsed as if in a fit and then fell limp.

When someone watching from the side gave a signal, a woman walked out from deep inside the cave.

Her face hardened as she looked around at the priests.

“What, is it over already?”

The appearance of Amilla Banger, who was killed by Lennok’s bullet just before.

Her complexion looked fine with no injuries, let alone scars, but her expression as she looked at the people lying on the cave floor was not very good.

“The dolls of Kamrodal… … . This is why I don’t like this drink. Only after the ceremony is over will we know how things are going.”

The words of the doll that projected Amilla’s consciousness right before she died are not lies.

An apostle spell created using the power of Kamrodal, the 8 apostles of the Church. Kamlotal’s doll sacrifices an equal amount of humans and projects his alter ego onto the sacrifice.

Once created based on her memories and abilities, the doll moves independently, and the memories are transmitted to the caster only after the alter ego dies.

“Isn’t that something that can’t be helped?”

Gavin, a young man who was watching the situation while leaning against the wall of the cave, answered calmly.

“This is the best way to collect information without directly entering the city. It is only natural that the price is low as we do not take the risk.”

The alter ego created based on the memories and abilities of the caster does not have the fighting power of the main body, but the thinking ability and judgment are comparable to the main body.

Although it would be difficult to use it in direct combat, it would be possible to enter the city and investigate information.

In fact, the forbidden art of human sacrifice that the priests who preach the church’s doctrines most often used was Kamrodal’s doll.

However, Amilla immediately shook her head at Gavin’s words.

“No, I don’t mean that. My alter ego’s memories haven’t returned.”

“… … !!”

What does it mean that the memory of the alter ego did not come back properly even though the priests who offered it as an offering died?

It means that what her doll experienced in the city did not turn out to be unusual.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the priests surrounding Amilla became tense.

“What should I do.”

“The scales of Amrita. Contact the branch right now to prepare. Prepare to run away.”

“All right.”

You don’t have to remain stupid when you know things are going wrong.

I had to leave this place right now.

While the priests started moving quickly, Amilla opened her mouth again.

“Oh, and prepare one priest separately while preparing the ceremony.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“If it wasn’t now, I wouldn’t be able to confirm it. I need to see our famous 8 apostles in person.”

Pooh!!

Without hesitation, one of the priests he brought was killed and offered as a sacrifice, and a mental network was opened to communicate directly with the apostle.

The fanatics armed with dogma had come too far to fear death.

“Ouch… … .”

The figure of a fanatic looking at his own heart being pierced with a blank expression.

The blood that rose above its heart took the form of a flowing cephalopod and floated into the air.

The cephalopod, which was slowly looking around, noticed Amilla’s face and muttered in a languid tone.

[Bainger… … . what’s going on… … . I would have told you not to call me in this way.]

“Bishop Amilla Banger, the head of the Northeast Branch of the Church, will receive the eight apostles.”

Cold sweat ran down Amilla’s forehead as she bowed her head respectfully.

“It’s nothing else, so I’d like to ask you to briefly tell us about the memory of the spell we used earlier… … .”

[I must have made a big mistake.]

Cephalopods seemed to be bothered by even making a proper jingle, and even their tone was slow, but the tone was truly chilling.

[Rather than using the magic formula and expressing gratitude, are you trying to find the reason for the failure in me? Before the end approaches, I will have to liquidate all the followers with my own hands.]

“… … I’m sorry.”

[Originally, even asking for advice like this shouldn’t be forgiven… … . I owe you a great debt… … .]

Kamrodal’s eyes slowly closed.

[You must have found me because you knew that… … I can’t help but swear… … good night… … .]

When the eight apostles showed signs of agreement, the other priests secretly let out a sigh of relief.

8 Apostles Kamrodal.

As one of the very few single-digit apostles who have not yet fallen into madness, the power to deal with is the realm of division and imitation of consciousness and mind.

With the power passed down from the end of the open sea, Kamrodal infinitely divided his consciousness, mimicking an ascendant and suppressing his madness, and through him he was still active for the church.

Although his personality is eccentric and chaotic, it is difficult to deal with, but unlike the other apostles, he is not an opponent with whom you cannot communicate at all.

Amilla aimed for that and opened a mental network to directly hear about the development process of the spell from Kamrodal.

Even if the memory of the alter ego created by Kamrodal’s doll magic was not passed on to the practitioner, the master of the magic would have received the will of the doll created with his own power.

Of course, Amilla didn’t call the apostle directly and beg for it whenever the apostle magic failed.

‘It doesn’t make sense that a doll that went into the city died so quickly. There must be something of equal value.’

Its fighting ability is said to be at an infinitely deteriorated level compared to the main body, but there is no way that an alter ego that inherited at least some of her memories and judgment died in vain.

If that’s the case, it must have been for that reason or because they met against a formidable enemy.

At least he had to know what her alter ego was aiming for.

[Right… … .]

The silent Kamrodal slowly nodded at the cephalopod’s slippery head.

[You met a strong man. He was a skilled hunter and an excellent seeker of knowledge. Your doll was aiming for the technique he created and approached it.]

“… … .”

[Even though I dug the trap first and approached it, I couldn’t escape… … . In the end, he messed with the clone’s head and twisted the spell… … It is only natural that the memory was not passed on.]

The reason why the memory of what Amilla’s alter ego experienced was not properly conveyed to the main body.

That’s because the alter ego’s consciousness system was severely damaged in the process of confirming the flame after Lennok hit her head with various reactions.

Even though Amilla’s alter ego was not aware of herself, the side effects that occurred when the cult leader became aware of herself and had a conversation with Lennok in her head.

It was caused by an overload caused by an entity higher than the apostle’s spell, but no one noticed it.

“Can you tell me what that technology is?”

[Impossible. Only the intense emotions I felt right before my death remain.]

Amilla nodded.

“I’ll have to find out. If you moved to the point of ignoring the existing orders, it must be a valuable item that cannot be overlooked.”

[Do whatever you want. But it will not be possible.]

“… … yes?”

Amilla, who was about to call Gavin to get ready, stopped right there after hearing the apostle’s words.

[I responded to your call today not to fulfill your request, but to see his face.]

“that is… … why… … ?”

Suddenly, Amilla’s head started to spin tight as she felt her spine stiffen.

Concluding quickly, she shouted to the priests around her.

“Everyone run away and hide! Someone is coming here right now-”

“Amilla Banger.”

At that moment, someone whispers her name and at the same time, the other priests all fall down like dolls with unraveled threads.

“Director of the northeastern branch of the Guido Church. 58 years old. Manipulation class sorcerer. Born in the Kavahim, he was born in the highlands of the North Continent and lost his adoptive parents to join the Order. He was formally ordained a priest before he was twenty, and became a bishop at forty-two.”

“… … .”

“Five years ago, he took the position of head of the Northeast branch of the church, pushed the Far East branch out of the dizzying situation and regained influence. It greatly increased the number of adherents to the doctrine.”

A calm male voice echoed in my ears.

Despite the voice reciting the details of her life, Amilla was not taken aback and looked at the fallen priests around her.

After confirming that Gavin, the young man who had been reassuringly supporting her, had stopped breathing with his eyes wide open, Amilla let out a blank laugh.

“… … They’re all dead. I didn’t even try my hand beforehand. Did you really stop breathing the moment you recognized this side’s reaction?”

It is not a level to conclude that he is simply a superman of outstanding skill.

The moment you step into this cave, your hands are perfect and clean, as if you had sentenced all living beings to death.

Physical abilities that have reached their peak. No matter how low it is, he is an Ascendant who has completed the hierarchy.

What does it mean that no one noticed such a strong person until he was right up there, and that only the 8 apostles, Kamrodal, were aware of it?

However, Amilla’s thoughts were swept away by the man’s next words and completely disappeared.

“Five years later, I will win the power struggle within the church and rise to the position of general manager of integrating the eastern continent. Later, by accumulating more achievements, he faced the religious leader directly and inherited the position of the 5 apostles. He was given the power of ‘Gallotia’, one of the ends of the open sea, and was very active in breaking through the central front.”

“what… … ? what the hell is that… … .!!”

“At the end of the world, you were standing next to the leader with a very high probability.”

The man smiled as he slowly grabbed her chin and turned it toward him.

“You are lucky. Today, I can erase that possibility from the seat of the church.”

Tall and tall, with a furry coat hanging over his shoulders. The face of a smiling young man with a soft expression.

However, the momentum that spreads through the laughter is never favorable.

The moment Amilla recognized the man’s face and opened her eyes wide.

“Antares… … !!!”

Crunchy!!

The dull noise of someone’s neck breaking in the opposite direction echoed through the quiet cave.

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