Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 817



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Chapter 817

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On the cracked ceiling of the memorial tower, magical powers that glow in white fall like rain.

Chi profit!!

[Aaaaaaa!!!]

Spirit-type magical power that melts the war spirits just by being there.

Kashuin, an archangel from the old world summoned by Lennok using his priestly authority, was in a frenzy to descend here.

[Where are you!!!]

It was only after hearing the terrifying archangel’s chest that Lennok understood how things were going.

The proclamation of the sanctuary of the Archangel, who threw it away with the intention of wiping out the military spirits gathered here.

However, the original sanctuary is a concept close to a kind of simple area formed like a floor, not occupying the entire space, unlike the magnetic area.

The power of the sanctuary itself is quite strong, and the output also increases dramatically, but in the first place, it is subordinated to the caster and moves without staying in one place.

That’s why the structure of the memorial tower was changed, and instead of facing Kashuin’s sanctuary directly, it was isolated in the upper part of the tower.

Rather than exhausting themselves trying to deal with the sanctuary itself, they moved the stairs where the sanctuary was located to increase the distance.

At the same time, they tried to bring the escaping Lennok back to them and steal his body.

However, the plans of those heroic spirits went awry the moment they encountered the malevolence that walked from the other side of the tower.

coo cooo… … !!

A dark gray body sinking alone in the white magical rain that fell overhead.

An overwhelming presence that seemed to devour the entire space of the tower just by standing there all of a sudden.

A predator’s pupil that glows in the shade.

[Croken Asylus… … !!!]

The spirits of Requiem, who finally noticed its existence, became enraged and began twisting their bodies.

[Why are you here!!!]

[Since when have you been in Yorta!!]

Even if the spirits of the repose of souls have fallen into seclusion for a long time, their knowledge is not so dark that they do not know them.

A monstrous force that shakes the heavens and the earth. A ferocity that does not discriminate between friends and foes. Experiences and years of experience hidden between chaotic words and actions.

There are more than dozens of curses placed on the shoulders of monsters that move freely without being bound by the prize.

There is no way that the requiem is unaware that all the curses are being observed in the Infinity Sanctuary.

They, too, know very well how unrealistically powerful the Croken Asilus is.

[What do Headlane lecture administrators do?]

[Wasn’t there a checkpoint to prevent such a person from entering!!]

“Noisy.”

Doo doo!!!

Following the croken as it tilts its head and moves, the ground shakes and sways like waves.

The impact caused the tower to resonate and emit a wave, and the waves of the command were pushed back little by little.

Due to the presence of only one person, all the souls in the tower spread the distance at once.

On the contrary, dozens of barriers operating on all sides of the memorial tower rotated and wrapped around Croken.

At the point when the immeasurable giant appeared, all the tower’s security techniques and barriers were forcibly activated and tried to suppress him.

Kiririn!!

Along with the clear sound of bells, a gray-white barrier spreads out like an umbrella and falls down on Croken’s head.

A move to isolate the other spaces of the memorial tower and the space where the crocodile giant is standing and forcibly transfer them as they are.

However, Croken did not pay attention to the falling barrier and reached out his hand toward the raindrops falling from the ceiling.

On the thickly ground palm, the dazzling holy spirit-type magic pooled and fell like water.

Kashuin, isolated by the requiem, runs rampant in the upper part of the tower, and the aftermath is falling to the lower part of the tower.

“hmm… … .”

Croken looked at the pure white magic pooled in his palm, grabbed it lightly, and swung it sideways.

A light gesture, as if a child was holding and scattering water at the lakeside.

However, with just that light gesture, a pale flash of light emanated from the crocodile giant’s hand at subsonic speed.

As it was, it became a pillar of dazzling light and penetrated dozens of barriers that built up the tower’s interior and exterior walls at once.

Whoa!!

An annoying roar, as if glass were sliding against each other.

With that alone, the barrier that was operating and rotating in all directions of the tower was smashed at once, and the fragments scattered randomly.

[Mi, crazy… … !!]

[Simply remove the phase barrier of the memorial tower… … !!]

thud!!

Croken walked out casually and stood beside the fallen Lennok.

“… … .”

Croken staring at the surroundings with terrifying pupils, lost in thought.

The only thing I could do was look back at him with difficulty while lying down and part my lips.

“Why, here… … .”

“Shut up.”

Croken swung his tail and hit Lennok straight.

bang!!

Lennok’s body, unable to even resist, was pushed against the outer wall and rolled over.

“… … !!”

Without even looking back at Lennok, who wriggled in agony, Croken spoke plainly.

“I have something to ask you, so stay there and watch.”

“… … caliber?”

“Since the Sanctuary of Curse was created, I have been thinking about it several times.”

Croken’s bright yellow pupils seemed to pierce through the bleak fog of the 11th Memorial Tower.

“I will kill those who look at me in a bad mood someday.”

“… … .”

“Just in time, you destroyed the sanctuary and dirty the night, so it doesn’t matter now.”

Duk, Dduk!!

Croken laughed as he slowly tapped his wrists and bent his joints.

“From now on, I will erase this gloomy abomination left in Yorta from the map.”

“… … !!”

Croken’s declaration that he will destroy the memorial tower that was left as the fruit of Mangwiya’s journey on the spot.

A moment when Lennok hesitated at that ridiculous proclamation. Enraged heroic spirits erupted in fierce battles from all directions.

[You seem like a cheeky guy… … !!]

[A sub-species who have risen to the hierarchy with the body of a beast, dare to discuss the existence of night travel!!]

The spirits that were swimming on top of the hollow of the tower emit light, and then blend in freely among the waves of military spirits.

The moment the will of the heroic spirits permeated the warlords who had established themselves everywhere, the spirits of the warlords who were subordinated to the tower began to amplify rapidly.

[Ah, ahh!!!]

[Device memory… … !!]

A spirit body holding its head and crying out. Gunryeong inflates his entire body to grow his physique.

The weapon he was holding changes with his sharp intentions, and the level of his soul rises rapidly in places.

A divine instrument that divides the power of heroic spirits among the tower’s commanders and temporarily increases their output significantly.

Koo Goo Goo!!!

The warlords who had been crying out in pain glared at Croken from all sides, scattering much stronger magical powers.

From warlords that salivate like beasts who have lost their intellect, to ghosts that roar as monsters out of human form.

In terms of momentum, the celestial demons that can easily surpass the Ascension level are also called from all sides of the tower and stand in front of Croken.

A group of ghosts scattering murderous intent on the ceiling and walls of the tower, forgetting even the balance and center of gravity.

Yoreta’s trip to Manguya.

Now, the light has faded due to failure, but the ghosts who participated in the night excursion still remain here as part of the tower.

[No matter how powerful you are, you are just an unanswered person who has not reached the ascension… … !!!]

The heroic spirit burst into a riotous battle with a furious tone and shouted.

[I’ll make the mortals pay the price for challenging the Night Trip to Mangwi!!]

[Haaaaaa!!]

Crazy ghosts who lose their judgment due to the rising power of the tower and focus on the desire for destruction.

The waves of the command that surged up as if grinding all sides of the memorial tower, rushed forward, squeezing everything under their feet and bursting.

Thousands of whitish vengeful spirits rotated around the croken and scratched the dark gray body.

Cuguagua!!!

An intense resentment that would split the spirit and body of any superhuman just by getting caught up in it.

However, Croken did not even try to shake off the warlords surrounding him.

I just looked down at the paroxysmal commanders, poking under the ink-colored scales.

Croken’s bright yellow eyes, which had been looking around indifferently, were distorted with irritation in an instant.

“I can’t believe this is still called Mangwiyahaeng…” … .”

The crocodile giant raised his hand with thousands of warlords biting and clawing at him all over his body.

“I want to kill them all.”

Woooo!!

Catch the entwined and driven commanders with bare hands.

It is an absurd miracle that grasps the ‘flow’ itself, which does not exist in reality, where the military spirits gather and run into one resentment.

However, with just that, the warlords surrounding Croken couldn’t even make contact and bounced off in all directions.

[Keeek!!]

[Yeah, the soul… … soul… … !!!]

Cuguaguagua!!

Following Croken’s hands, thousands and thousands of commanders are dragged helplessly as if they were caught by their hair.

An unrealistic scene where even the commanders themselves could not control the flow and speed and screamed as they swung around.

In the aftermath, all sides of the memorial tower were shattered as if struck with a club, and fragments were scattered here and there.

[I can’t do this, how can I bare-handed… … !!]

The moment when even the heroic spirits let out screams in amazement at the brute force of seizing and seizing the entire flow of the commanders who were subordinated to the tower.

The veins in the temples of Croken, who lazily wielded thousands of warlords, stood up slightly.

His two hands collided with each other at an imperceptible speed.

Wow!!!

A light movement, as if clapping with both hands.

However, the thousands of warlords caught up under that hand collided and crushed each other’s existence on both sides along the movement.

The space at the point of impact was twisted as if it were being torn apart, and cracks that were not of this world were slightly revealed.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

A dazzling light surged through the rift, sweeping away the waves of command.

The brilliance of intention bursting out obliquely collided with the outer wall of the tower and exploded. At once, it penetrated the wall of the memorial tower and reached the sky above Yoreta.

[Aaaaaaa!!]

[Kyaaaaaaaaa!!]

[The soul, the soul… … !!]

Countless warlords caught up in the storm of will helplessly fall from Croken’s model and disappear outside the tower.

Commands that should be subordinated to the memorial tower were forcibly separated from the tower and disappeared on the spot.

With anxious screams and screams, it turned into a hazy mist and scattered across the dark clouded sky.

coooooo!!!

[Stop!! Stop that beast and kick him out of the tower!!]

[Move now!! Heavenly demons step forward!!]

The spirits scream and inject strength into the warlords to somehow stop the croken,

The heavenly demons, who had built up a complete hierarchy, sprinted toward Croken in perfect order.

Unlike the commanders who have no intelligence, the commanders know perfectly well how powerful the monster in front of them is.

A mature man standing in the lead, holding a double-edged ax, looked at Croken with a hard expression and said.

“It’s a marvelous skill to do that even after putting on layers of curses equivalent to phase sealing.”

“… … .”

“I’ve seen countless strong people since participating in the Night Journey, but a nobility like you is truly the first of its kind.”

Slowly, the warrior in charge of the spearhead nodded his head.

“If I can do my best against you here, I will have no more regrets. Come!!”

“regret?”

Awesome!!

Before he could finish his words, Croken’s shoulders twitched and the warrior’s upper body exploded.

Whoops!!

The other two commanders standing behind them were also crushed under the pressure.

Croken’s pupils flashed as he scattered the dissipating spiritual body with his tail.

“If you wanted to discuss inaction with me, you should have just withstood the attack.”

“Heh, heh… … !!”

damn!!

Before he could even react, he grabbed the other heavenly demons and threw them away as if drawing a semicircle.

The spirit body of the colliding Heavenly Demon distorts in place and disappears.

In the aftermath, shockwaves were emitted, knocking down the inner walls of the memorial tower and the stairs in the corridor.

Koo Goo Goo!!!

“Stop talking about what kind of power Mangwiyahaeng was, and show it.”

Croken let out a ferocious laugh among the fragments of the tower that was mercilessly pulverized and fell.

“Either way, it won’t change the fact that this tower will collapse today.”

“… … The opponent is a mercenary who left a name in the history of the continent.”

The evil spirits slowly glared at Croken and narrowed the distance.

“Be prepared for eternal death and move!!”

“Haaaaa!!”

Dig!!

Even after becoming a military commander, superhumans who retain the hierarchy of their lives begin their martial arts and techniques with all their might.

The ghosts who were recognized for their subjugation in return for participating in the Night of Mangwi and became a challenge to ascend together with Top.

Even after losing their physical bodies, the warriors and sorcerers who existed as superhumans beat Croken hard with their will.

Doo doo doo!!!!

The brilliance of a commanding spell that rained down on one of the crocodile giants.

Thousands and hundreds of blades rotated, cutting open spaces and piercing the croken’s huge body.

“Hahahahaha!!!”

As Croken exploded his light beam while receiving the falling slash with his whole body, the air shook with the impact.

The moment the blade and the magic overlap, a hand covered in scales protrudes from the impact area so distorted that you can’t even see it, grabbing hold of the air.

drooling!!

Following that touch, it distorted as if space were being folded along, crushing all the commanders who rushed from all sides.

Kwaaaaang!!

“Ouch… … !!”

The mind of the person with physical abilities moved the imagery and transformed it into a microcosm, and the military sages overtook achromatic ripples.

However, Croken began tearing through all those mental attacks one by one with his bare hands.

Grabbing the vaguely fluttering blade and crouching it into the swordsman’s chest, he grabbed the missed artillery technique and threw it back at the master’s head.

It kicks the wave of the area that winds and unfolds in all directions and shatters it.

A mysterious image that materializes the mind of the caster.

While completing the hierarchy, he grabbed the superman’s season like a toy, smashed it, smashed it, and trampled it.

Doo doo doo doo!!!

“no… … !!”

“Zarian!!”

“Ah, ah, ah!!!”

The moment when Croken’s heavy body was loaded with power. The inner and outer walls of the tower burst as if they were about to explode at the action that didn’t even last for a moment.

Some call out the names of their colleagues, while others forget the reality in front of them and are buried in pain.

There is no skill, no will, no image.

Wearing only the minimum magical power necessary to move the body, he only crushed the desperate forces of the commander who rushed at him with all his might.

Even as he casually stretched out his fist and pounded the air, the shock wave pushed the space and squeezed the commanders.

As the soul dissipated, the hazy mist that rose up spread like a haze behind Croken’s back, coloring the cavity of the memorial tower white.

bang!! bang!! bang!!!

[Ahhh… … .]

Following the explosions that continued like dominoes, the screams of the commanders echoed strangely like singing.

Croken’s huge body leaped through the air and landed in an instant in front of the remaining memorial stone.

Wow!!!

The impact alone caused a slight crack on the surface of the tombstone, shaking it dangerously, and Croken laughed.

“Cleaning up the dregs of a failed ascension always feels bad. It should have been done a long time ago.”

The heroic spirits in a daze spat out shouts at that indifferent reaction.

[Oh, this can’t be… … .]

[This isn’t it. It is impossible for anyone to come… … .]

[The memorial tower is only because of one monster… … .]

“This is the message from the captain.”

Took.

Croken stretched out his finger toward the outermost tombstone and said.

“The imaginary dimension has been balanced, so this tower is no longer useful.”

[…] … what?]

“Until now, I refrained from touching the pseudo guy, but it doesn’t mean much anymore.”

The crocodile giant smiled twistedly at the speechless spirits.

“So it’s just breaking it.”

[Sounds nonsense.]

[To say it’s useless, whoever wants to do it… … !!]

[Who dares to decide that!!]

“I.”

Kwajik!!

The moment Croken’s fingers dug into the tombstone, an intangible wave rotated around Croken’s forearm.

He destroyed all the tombstones containing the spirit of requiem on the spot.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

As all nine tombstones were shattered, the trembling tower intensified.

The shape of the memorial tower swayed as if it would collapse at any moment, as if the tombstone of requiem had been acting as a wedge to maintain the balance of the tower.

The spirits freed from the tombstone realized it and screamed madly.

[Aaaaaaaa!!]

[Croken Asilus!!!]

[I will not forget. I will curse your name forever with my spirit!!]

The curse of the heroic spirits who do not fear even immortality and vomit hatred like crazy.

But instead of responding or sneering, Croken looked at them in silence, then turned straight toward Lennok.

The crocodile giant grinned as he looked down at the bloodied Lennok.

“There is still some time left before the tower is completely destroyed.”

“… … hour?”

There is time left.

Is there even a specific timeline to destroy the memorial tower?

As Lennok clutched his stomach, lost in thought, Croken raised his hand.

The moment you lightly flick your fingers, the vibration that bursts out instantly inflates the cracks in the ceiling of the memorial tower.

Wow!!!

The brilliance of Holy Spirit-type magic that had fallen like rain fell on the spot like a waterfall.

[Ah ah ah ah ah!!!]

The sanctuary of the Archangel falling overhead. Kashuin’s scream echoed belatedly.

The image of an archangel descending on Lennok’s head, his cracked skin shining.

Its existence itself becomes a space that builds a sanctuary, and the power to annihilate a group of spirits and demonic spirits.

[Where are you, Wizard!!!]

With his pale wings spread wide, Kashuin screamed as he dyed the surroundings pure white.

[Where is my God!!]

“When I touched that bastard’s mana, it was weak, but it had healing powers.”

While Lennok couldn’t answer and looked at Kashuin helplessly, Croken laughed fiercely.

“Then I’ll make your trashy body roll a little bit.”

“… … .”

After all, Croken knows.

Whose face is hidden behind this obsidian mask?

And what Lennok was dealing with beyond Mugan, and what meaning he escaped and reached here.

Contrary to the endless ferocity, evidence that his judgment and intuition had also reached a considerable level.

What I knew but didn’t show. Also, she didn’t seem interested.

It must be because I thought that when the time came, we would be able to face each other like this.

“There was one thing that I couldn’t finish because of an unexpected interruption.”

Croken raised his head with his arms crossed.

Reptilian eyes gleamed over the elongated jaws, staring at Lennok.

“Myeong has already made a decision, and the leader seems to be fine anyway, but I am different. Apart from that talent, no one knows if you can make it to the end.”

Croken twisted his mouth.

“So I’ll have to check before you break completely.”

“… … .”

“Take out the magnetic field.”

Confidence enough to feel arrogant. The loose expectation that the moment you expect will always be there.

An unfounded belief that the insignificant mage saved at that time would eventually survive and reach this point.

But even that is the perfect outfit for this monster standing in front of you.

“… … okay. do that.”

Thinking so, Lennok slowly put one hand on the ground and stood up.

“But I won’t be the only one who has to show.”

oh oh oh!!

The sanctuary emitted by the runaway archangel revolves around Lennok and digs into the body.

Instead of filtering it out with target designation resistance, I caught the will that seeped into my body intact.

The holy power of an archangel serving a failed god that would never have been permitted originally.

However, with the help of the priestess, now that he has obtained priestly authority, he can heal Lennok’s body however he wants, albeit for a short time.

damn… … !!

After countless battles, how many times will this be able to raise a body that has been broken and collapsed?

But either way, this should have been the last time.

I lightly shook my bloody wrist to open the wound.

With Lennok’s blood as a medium, a double helix surged from the wrist, giving off a golden glow.

Dig!!

On the spot, it became a dazzling golden magic circle and wrapped around the wrist.

Ouroboros magic system.

Lennok’s unique permanent organ that analyzes and dismantles all existing laws and formulas.

With the archangel of the old world at the forefront, staggered and with the Ouroboros’ staff wrapped around his hand.

In the middle of the sanctuary, Lennok, who was covered in pure white light, slowly raised his mana.

“I am your identity and microcosm. Because I intend to dig into the source of that transcendent power.”