Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 640



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Genius Wizard Who Eats Medicine Chapter 640

How to Kill a God (6)

The ring of light opened brightly, and Lennok bounced off the spot.

Aww!!!

“Cool!!”

Lennok fell helplessly and rolled on the floor, coughing violently and gasping for breath.

“haha… … !!!”

My whole body was drenched in a cold sweat, and I could feel my limbs shaking.

“Woo-wook… … !!!”

He took off his iron mask halfway and vomited out the contents.

A side effect that I fell into as if I was completely engulfed beyond the Ascension Gate. My whole body’s mana vibrates unsteadily, and I feel that my body’s reactions aren’t functioning properly.

With a convulsive hand, he reached into his bosom, took out the medicine, chewed it and swallowed it.

After inserting a tranquilizer ampoule into her shoulder, pouring potions to forcibly stabilize her condition, she forcibly suppresses the rampant mana within her body.

Violent resistance and a sense of foreign body that could endanger life if not acted upon quickly.

But even between the convulsions and recoils that pounded his body, Lennok was still reflecting on what he had seen through the Ascension Gate.

“memory… … .”

I had a memory.

overwhelming memory. There was an ego so huge and strong that even Lennok was instantly enamored with it.

The memory of a transcendental person who is qualified to challenge the ascension.

A piece of emotion that remained the most intense in his life over hundreds of years.

space beyond the door. What Hermes saw was the memory of an ascendant who dreamed of saving the old world.

I didn’t expect this.

I never thought I would see these memories, in this way here.

That’s why I was shaken, agitated, and afraid, but on the other hand, I was convinced.

Memories that couldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for that level of feat, if it wasn’t for that level of trial and error, were running through my head.

“… … This is not it.”

To Lennok’s muttered words quietly, Hermes answered in a voice that seemed to break.

“this… … Really, that’s amazing… … . How can a human being, even if he sees it, come back… … .”

“It wasn’t.”

Grinning at his teeth, Lennok jumped up and stood in front of Hermes’ head with staggering steps.

Lennok’s eyes pierced the iron mask, clutching his hair, and shining with intense glare.

“I wasn’t the new slayer of the old world… … . what you want… … .”

The memory of what Lennok saw.

It wasn’t the memory of a transcendent who was trying to kill God.

It was the memory of another ascendant watching over the god-slayer from the side.

With the feet of intense emotions and ego.

Even Lennok could not be swept away by the torrent and assimilated, so it was not strange if he lost himself.

The will of a transcendent who establishes laws with his own will and challenges ascension.

If Lennok had not possessed a transcendental image and an unshakable mind, he would have lost his self, swept away by his memories and thoughts.

However, Lennok was able to understand even while he couldn’t control the transcendent’s memories and looked at them helplessly.

The last memory of the transcendent.

That fleeting moment when he looked at his face reflected in the sea in the open sea.

Lennok remembered the young man with pure white hair and inorganically tidy appearance.

Lennok realized that the Transcendental’s face was exactly the same as Hermes’s now.

“Who are you?”

asked Lennok, who grabbed Hermes’ head.

“What is your real name?”

This man is not Hermes.

He probably wasn’t even a young man with gray hair or a well-groomed look.

Just like Lennok, he was just another seeker who faced the memory of the Ascendant who remained beyond the door.

However, unlike Lennok, who returned without losing his self from beyond the memory, Hermes was swallowed whole by the memories of the Ascendant and turned into a completely different person.

An existence that moves as the direction of the memory points, with its ego and mind entrusted to the ascendant’s imperfect memories.

Hermes did not hesitate to deny that fact.

“Who I am, does it matter… … . but… … .”

Rather, he stared blankly at Lennok, and only grinned with only his throat remaining.

“You know… … .”

“… … .”

“I know who the Godslayer is… … .”

His transparent gaze quickly fades.

The gaze, which had survived the decapitation and contemplated the situation, now completely lost its power and began to fade.

Hermes, who was trying to look at Lennok until the end with his eyes that were quickly losing light, whispered.

“I won’t miss… … . Sooner or later, again, soon… … .”

The head of Hermes, unable to speak and breathless.

At that moment, the man’s face began to change as his gray hair turned black from the top of his head.

The clean young man’s face was nowhere to be found, and somewhere there was the face of a young man distorted by terrible madness.

At the same time, behind Lennok, a huge ring of light completely lost its power and collapsed.

Kwagwagwag!!!!

An intense roar that shakes the heavens and the earth spreads quickly in all directions along the surface of the lake.

The other soldiers waiting at the sea barrier and the other surviving Meisters must have sensed that something was wrong.

Lennok looked down at Hermes’ head in silence, then put it down and stood up.

Dabi, who watched the whole scene from the side of her arms, asked cautiously.

[Master, what are you going to do?]

“… … Hermes is not dead. He just moved on.”

Lennok replied, breathing heavily.

“The fact that I was able to talk with my willpower intact even after my throat was cut… … It’s because he was essentially a being entrusted to the memory of the Ascendant. With that in mind, he probably has more.”

Until the end, Hermes perished, hinting not at his own death, but at the next.

That’s probably because Hermes himself didn’t die like this, but because he could transform into another body and aim for the next opportunity.

And it was clear what opportunity he wanted.

“Hermes didn’t want the power of a god slayer.”

Lennok murmured.

“Through the medium of the memory of the god-slayer, the ascendant named Hermes is trying to manifest himself in this world.”

Ascendant of the Old World, Hermes.

The memories of transcendental beings left on the other side of the destroyed world are trying to bloom again on their own after eating the humans in this world.

The fact that Hermes was strangely skillful in handling the power of the door, that he referred to himself as a we, and that he was able to bring it out by talking directly with the spirit of the old world.

Because Hermes himself was essentially the memory of the old world and the existence itself.

“Escape the sea barrier and find the true body of Hermes. I don’t have much time.”

After Lennok said that, he turned around and stopped walking with a pale complexion.

“Find the magic gun and escape immediately. I think I know where you are now.”

But even as he said that, Lennok’s complexion was hardened like never before.

As she staggered away from the lake quickly, she was thinking of only one fact in her head.

“… … New slayer of the old world.”

Hermes is not wrong.

memory of the transcendent. A flame statue that watched someone from the side trying to kill God.

In the end, until the end, I couldn’t remember who the murderer was, nor his name or face.

The moment Lennok faced that memory to the end, he knew who the god killer was.

Even though he is a horse gunner, he is a transcendentalist who has reached a state without using a horse gun.

A monster that changed the very concept of shooting and redefined the definition of bullets and targets.

A heretic who twisted his own talent in order to eventually kill God.

The original owner who possessed the end of Teremer, the horse gun of the old world.

“It was you… … .”

southern forest. I still remember what happened at the handbook well as if it were yesterday.

The end of the grandiose feat that was fired at the foreign press on the other side of the open sea, using Gyebaek’s body as a bullet.

I always wondered how that was possible, and what the arrangements the leader had prepared were.

Lennok now knew what it meant to do what he had done with Pandemonium back then.

At that time, what the clown and Lennok did was push Gyebaek’s body over the well, breaking through the obstacles of the handbook.

At the time, the contribution of Lennok, who dismantled all of Gyebaek’s gias and forced them into the well, was truly enormous, but the true value was in a completely different place.

Using Gyebaek’s body itself as a bullet, a single shot aimed at a foreign press was fired.

No, can it be called shooting any more?

An authority close to a miracle that realizes the concept of shooting by using non-standard transcendants, such as ascenders and foreign gods, as tools.

“Captain, it was you… … .”

2nd World’s Magic Musketeer. A transcendental person who obtained the qualifications to challenge ascension.

The owner of Pandaemonium, and the answerer who endlessly walks backwards through the timeline of the world.

A madman who kills gods with his supernormal abilities and carries on the feat to the next world.

The new slayer of the old world was the word referring to the leader of Pandaemonium.

* * *

smart… …

In the quiet darkness, only the sound of dripping water reverberates quietly.

The light of the regularly falling water droplets was as dark as pitch black.

He quietly listened to the sound of water droplets, and slowly lifted his eyelids.

“Captain, are you awake?”

A flat voice came from above his head.

The owner of the voice does not exist by his side.

He only intermittently awakens and responds to his surroundings, reading his consciousness beyond the imaginary number dimension and talking to him.

The ability to convey one’s intentions to the desired person beyond the limitations of time and space.

Even more so, it is not something that humans can do from the fact that the medium passes through the imaginary dimension.

A hybrid of an ancient species that lived in the imaginary dimension.

“… … Agneta.”

“Only a few months. There are a lot of people looking for a leader.”

“… … .”

He did not respond to Agneta’s words, but stared blankly at the water droplets falling in front of his eyes.

A huge obsidian coffin.

Black water droplets dripping down from the tip slowly pooled on the cup prepared just below.

“The doctor and the clown want to contact each other because of their work. The prince is still after you, and the fisherman said he found another door outside the continent. What do you want to do?”

“We have completed the necessary measures.”

He lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty and raised his gaze as he answered.

“I have nothing to say… … . Leave it to your own discretion.”

“If you give the same answer, everyone’s reaction will be worth watching.”

After Agneta said that, she went out and asked the captain.

“Where are you now? Didn’t you wake up because you had something to do?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering the words, the leader slowly touched his face.

Its figure is still covered with intense noise, as if it is not blended into this world, and it is difficult to see properly.

The voice is not heard in a specific way, and its existence is also not fixed in one place.

It shows up where it’s needed, exists where it’s needed, and it’s just doing what it needs to do.

However, the price he has to pay to exist like that is also not light.

He is paying the price for existing beyond the laws of the world, every time he breathes and moves.

Now, I’m starting to wonder why I had to do that, and I’m even fainting… … .

“Memories are scary things.”

“… … what?”

“When it comes to defining yourself, surprisingly, your own will is not important. Perhaps it would be more efficient to leave it to others.”

Therefore, coincidence has imprisoned itself between the beliefs and worship of others, not its own.

By hiding and hiding oneself in the gaps between memories and thoughts, one was able to protect oneself from the recoil and harm of Ascension.

Although he understood the idea, he did not sympathize with it, but he did agree that the method itself was a powerful and dangerous way of being.

Just touching a memory related to him somewhere in the world, it was to the point of inadvertently reacting and waking up like this.

A kite is as strong as it is, but it is something that cannot be easily broken.

Because, in a sense, it was the only way he could define himself.

“I was reminded of something from long ago… … It was a pretty nasty way too.”

“leader… … ?”

There was a rare, faint sneer mixed with the tone, whose gender and age could not even be guessed.

The response was so vivid that even Agneta, whose innate emotions were faint, was nervous.

But instead of answering Agneta’s words, he slowly rose from his seat.

Should I intervene?

I thought about it for a while, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I stopped thinking about him.

It was so long ago that even the time of the world is not aware of it.

Much more has happened since the end of cause and effect than when I was preparing for the ending while looking into the eyes of foreign media.

From then until now, there is more meaning and lamentation than what I have lived through.

It was enough if the person who had been with him once remembered him in the destroyed world.

“If there is anything left for the Doctor, tell him to finish it beforehand. Time is running out.”

“If it’s about Jinwa, it’s already… … .”

“no.”

After interrupting Agneta, the leader silently stroked the huge obsidian coffin.

A small nameplate attached to the bottom of the coffin glittered.

[Jindun. Zaegis Ethernor.]

“On the other side.”