Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 451



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Boundary of the Well (4)

Trick the altar’s timeline back to the moment the well opened.

After hearing that, Lennok realized why the clown had been chosen to lead this epic operation.

Like the labyrinth of Jindun, the well of the handbook is a demonic realm that is different from Sasangjeon.

To put it in perspective, it is more like a lighthouse for the vision of heaven, where the ascendant who has inherited the mission resides.

Even after the death of Cheongyeon, the lighthouse was passed on to later generations of lighthouse keepers, and the well also has a part that operates through rules regardless of the ascendant’s will.

Instead of aiming for that part and changing the rules of the well, the clown intended to open the well by deceiving the environment itself to which the rules apply.

[Then, I will start adjusting the appropriate timeline from now on.]

When I touched the circular ring hanging over the altar with my long, bent fingers, the flames that flowed between my fingers moved between the altars.

At the same time, the heavily rusted altar began to vibrate little by little, brushing off the rust and moss that had accumulated between them.

Geek… … !!

[It won’t take long, as long as you find the reference line, whether it’s the Western calendar, the solar calendar, the lunar calendar, or the calendar. The real thing is next.]

Ting, ting, ting… … !!

When the bent demon strikes the ring like a piano in front of the altar, unknown ancient letters come out and resonate in all directions.

The clown skillfully rearranged and put those letters in various parts of the altar, while at the same time muttering incomprehensible words with his mouth.

The circular ring built on the altar slowly rotates counterclockwise and distorts.

The task of forcibly deceiving the altar’s timeline and checking the reaction.

That disparate scenery seen from the top of the far-flung altar is tantamount to proof that the clown is really touching the timeline itself with illusion.

Lennok looked at the scene with his arms crossed and narrowed his eyes.

‘If you reach that level with a special type of magic, you won’t be bound by the hierarchy… … .’

Judging from the clown’s behavior, it was clear that he had not been in such a state once or twice.

Did he somehow manage to save his life by using the forbidden art of human sacrifice even after playing a joke on his own hierarchy?

Lennok momentarily speculated about the level of the clown’s magic, but he realized that it didn’t make much sense and gave up.

Even if you use gold magic, it is too risky to handle your own hierarchy in such a way.

However, shouldn’t we admit that there are also irregulars like clowns who are not actually bound by hierarchy?

It is unknown whether the clown possesses power comparable to Ming or Croken.

But at least now it was clear that the monster that was spinning the altar’s timeline upside down had a unique and disparate talent comparable to them.

The quality as a joker that becomes more special than anyone else under limited and special conditions.

Literally, he is more suited to his identity as a clown than anything else.

[what? The date calculation is wrong. Didn’t these guys have a Friday?]

At that moment, the clown who was pounding the altar excitedly tilted his head.

[Hmm, I don’t think I can accurately set the timeline for the opening of the well at this rate.]

“Is there another way?”

At Lennok’s words, the clown looked down at the altar and smiled.

[I think it’s X?]

“… … .”

An irresponsible remark that cuts off the ability of a clown that was highly valued inside in an instant.

As Lennok sighed and was about to step up onto the altar, the clown giggled.

[It’s a joke. It seems that the day of the offering is not included in the calendar. If you put only that part as a variable and repeat the simple calculation, you should be able to get it right within the time.]

“I don’t want to hear about the middle process.”

[Then, could you go around the altar and check for possible variables? It’s hard to start if Raya isn’t ready anyway.]

“… … .”

Lennok distanced himself from the clown, who again began focusing on tricking the altar’s timeline.

Even if he said that, it couldn’t be easy to deceive time through phantom magic. I’m sure it will take some time.

Even at this moment, the sky is pitch black, and the sensory spheres that extend throughout the jungle are closing.

Not only Lennok’s sense of mana, but also the communication that was connected to the middle of the jungle was cut off little by little.

Lennok, who inadvertently took out his cell phone from inside his robe, frowned as he checked the message that had come between them.

[Evan, sorry for not being able to tell you about the lighthouse recently.]

It was because the message had come to Lapis, not to anyone else.

[Our Blue Eye main force is repeatedly advancing and retreating from the Far Eastern Valley of the Far East to the center. It’s difficult to contact you because it’s out of reach, but I’ll belatedly contact you because I have news that I must tell you.]

The message that started with those words surprisingly contained more than a simple greeting.

[There will be a great commotion at the southernmost tip of the continent. The power structure of Southern-based organizations will be greatly shaken. The Blue Eye has decided not to intervene in this matter.]

“… … .”

[If you ever get involved with the jungle, you should never go there. Please understand that it is difficult to explain in a single letter. I’ll tell you separately later. See you soon.]

Lennok, who read the message and immediately hit the delete button, laughed bitterly in spite of himself.

What would the young lighthouse keeper look like if he knew that Lennok was already in the middle of the jungle?

He understood what Lapis wanted to say, but it was too late to heed her warning.

“Sending time is already… … . It was three days ago.”

It was delayed because the message was sent while wearing a mask and entering the pandemonium.

Somehow, compared to the scale of this incident, he thought that the watcher was not interested in the jungle, so he decided to stop caring at all.

Judging from the message Lapis sent, we’ll hear later why they decided to withdraw from this. That was enough.

The moment Lennok thought so, returned to the altar and confirmed the reverse rotation of the ring, which became more intense.

A flash of light from across the city traveled a long distance in an instant and hit the clown’s back.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

A bluish column of light exploded from above the altar, and at the same time a huge storm of heat swept all around.

Dozens of Glenn, who had fallen with their hearts out, were burned and melted in the heat.

At that moment, the stench of the burning corpse of the Superman poured out all over the plaza.

Hundreds of people from all over the square began to surround them all at once.

“Atren Kizzard.”

And the cold female voice coming from behind Lennok.

“The top was distorted like that, so I almost didn’t recognize it. I didn’t even know that you were playing around in a demonic realm like this.”

Blazing red hair and thick coat. And the hot flames running through her body.

It was clear who the owner of the huge bombardment-like flames had just been fired at the clown’s back was.

Lennok frowned faintly, realizing that the face shimmering through the flames was familiar.

Tatiana Chiglet, one of the five rosaries of the Blaver Magic Tower and a gunnery called the Witch of Fire.

A wizard who came from the central front to deal with the situation of Turan, the white lion, a member of the Pandemonium, who was in trouble in the West Continent branch.

A skilled person who was well versed in battles to the point of being familiar with Ibelin Marcia, had come to this jungle.

[This is the face I remember.]

The jester also turned his head away with one hand resting on the altar, as if it was difficult to ignore her.

Quickly examining the people surrounding the plaza, he nodded with a small exclamation.

[Did you join hands with the warlords, the Revolutionary Army of Reading, and the Transcendental Enlightenment Corps? You made a wise choice for a mage tower with high self-respect. Needless to say… … Tsk.]

While she couldn’t see it, she must have achieved her own achievements, and the magical power surrounding her changed more intensely.

“Your complexion looks good. Have you eaten and lived well since you killed one of our rosary beads?”

At the same time as Tatiana breathed lightly into both hands, flames raging like waves began to rise in the air one by one.

“It looks like they’re trying to play tricks on the handbook’s well, but in that state, you won’t be able to move on the altar until you search.”

Flame class unique magic