Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 943



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The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 943

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An acrid wasteland covered in blood and oil.

Priests recited prayers, and armies of machines exploded gunpowder.

‘… … !!!’

thud!! Quad deuk!!!

A silent scream. A deafening roar.

The pain and screams of the fallen are drowned out by the shouts and prayers of the survivors, and they trample with their own hands without even being able to distinguish the lives of those who were fighting alongside them.

The amount is so overwhelming that it fills the entire battlefield stretching out to the horizon.

In the clash that divided heaven and earth, all kinds of death bloomed like flowers and fell like dust.

The battlefield is so disorganized that it is impossible to distinguish between factions and factions, and where slaughter and destruction are repeated mechanically.

Even hell, where it’s too much to pour your heart into just killing the enemy in front of you, without even knowing what you’re fighting for.

Lennok was walking in the middle of such a battlefield with his religious leader.

“… … .”

There are no magical walking techniques, space transfer, or techniques such as Chukji.

Even in this chaos, the back of the religious leader walks slowly with his back as if he were going for a walk.

If he was aware of the meeting with the leader and was trying to arrange it, he would also be trying his best to keep the time on track.

Therefore, Lennok focused on walking along the leader and looking around the battlefield.

‘An ancient Holy Spirit-based technique built into the Archangel series. In the second, did it exist in its proper form?’

The power wielded by priests who summon the image of an angel.

It looks similar to what the priests of the Guido Church use, but it seems a little more concise than Lennok’s memories.

Was it an intentional result that the shamanism used by the religious order was not so neat?

However, what interested Lennok more was not the priests of the old world, but the existence of a machine army fighting on the other side.

Complex-shaped war machines that confront the priests, clad in shadow-like black energy.

‘It has the shape of a machine, but its design structure and operating principles are not that elaborate. ‘Is it just that they used that as the base?’

An image appeared in Lennok’s eyes as he focused his attention amidst the rushing fire and fire.

‘If you have to worry about the power source… … It’s similar to the spiritual system. I’m filling in the gaps by combining necromancy and mechanical engineering.’

The black spirit body wrapped around the war machine is not a shadow, but a spirit that has been adjusted so that it can inhabit non-human bodies.

And assisting the soul is a part of necromancy so transcendent that not even Lennok can understand its depth.

Could it be that everything that is happening now was a disaster caused by the magic of just one person?

The moment when Lennok realized that fact and his mouth tightened slightly.

A gloomy black-green glow rose from the far end of the horizon.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

A gloomy pillar of light mixed with black and dark green explodes at incredible speed, connecting the sky and the ground.

The fact that it is visible at the end of the horizon is proof that the size and diameter of that light is tens of thousands of meters.

It was so overwhelming that even Lennok paused at the unrealistic scale that went beyond the laws and mutual understanding of the world.

[For a long time, being on par with the world and heading to the next level was called ascension.]

Breaking the long silence, the religious leader opened his mouth.

[But there were pioneers who realized for themselves that it was not such a noble feat… … .]

“… … .”

The cult leader referred to Lennok’s memory of this moment as the moment when an ascendant succeeds in ascending to heaven.

It is a word that is not allowed in the third world, where the fourth does not exist.

This cannot happen in the world of Lennok, where there are no transcendents who have succeeded in ascending to heaven.

If so, this memory must be a moment that shows the miracle that existed in the second world.

If the leader remembers the moment of successful ascension, it is possible because this memory is a second one.

Since the leader moved to meet the leader who lives in his memories, should we say that the leader is also considerate of him and sets the stage for him?

In that case, the owner of this memory is not the leader or leader, but-

“It was a memory of a challenge from an ascendant other than you.”

[Do you understand my curiosity about my ascension? … That is not a memory we would choose as a meeting place.]

The cult leader smiled faintly.

[I’m not sure if I can call that moment a memory anymore… … .]

“… … .”

[Showing this memory to you today is possible because this moment is meaningful to us as well… … .]

While Lennok remained silent at the leader’s meaningful answer, the leader walked slowly and spoke.

[Because there is something to be said about the methodology chosen by one of the most outstanding visionaries of all three worlds.]

It’s the pioneer’s methodology.

Does this moment in itself mean that there is something to learn from not only the leader and leader, but also Lennok?

While Lennok was troubled by the unexpected explanation, the religious leader slowly whispered.

[When other challengers tried to surpass him, he chose a completely different method… … .]

As if he couldn’t bear it even with his voice gradually fading, as if he still remembered that moment.

A smile that couldn’t be hidden was mixed with the feeling that even speaking felt difficult.

[He tried to pull him down… … .]

“… … “Take him down?”

The moment when Lennok paused at the clear expression of the leader’s attitude, which he sometimes showed against the leader or Lennok.

The sky over the battlefield turned dark.

Paaaaaa!!!

The illusion that a huge shadow is cast across the sky and the light disappears for an instant.

All the things fighting on the battlefield, where life and death were swapped, all raised their heads toward the sky.

Kuoooo!!!

The sun rising in the sky was being obscured as if it were being eaten by a huge, endless shadow.

A total solar eclipse that seems to have been artificially created by an unknown, gigantic creature swimming above the stars.

It is not a cloud covering the sky, or a huge unidentifiable beast or structure.

It was not a moon or satellite orbiting a star, or even an apocalypse swimming across the open ocean.

It is a much bigger and more incomprehensible concept than that, and something that cannot exist in this memory.

A contradiction that ignores the process where cause and effect must exist and brings about the result.

“no way… … .”

What overlaps with the sun rising in the sky and covers the ground is the presence of someone who has achieved a status comparable to the world.

Having achieved, even if only for a moment, an equal status with the world, it stands upright in the open sea with its own power and meaning.

A miracle of transcendence where worlds overlap. A lunar eclipse that equalizes the status of humans and the world and obscures each other.

The moment when Lennok realized the meaning of the words explained by the religious leader and inadvertently raised his thoughts.

Whoa!!

The scenery unfolding before Lennok and the leader’s eyes shattered, and a new scenery appeared before their eyes.

A huge shadow temple floating in emptiness and darkness.

An army of giants marches beneath their feet, and above their heads angels put their hands together as if praying.

An archangel with dazzling wings and a halo in the air, holding out a finger with a gentle expression.

A gloomy black-green pillar of light connecting the sky and the ground. In the middle of the central point that maintains this status quo.

A lich wearing black robes stood alone looking down at the ground.

Gooooo!

A skeleton with no visible traces of flesh. The bony joints that make up the arms and legs.

However, on top of the robe are artifacts of all kinds of complex shapes, covering the body.

The whole body of the lich, who felt so thin and unsightly, was filled with magic and thoughts as deep and vast as the sea.

“… … rich?”

Even though he is a mere reminiscence in my memory, I can clearly feel the fact that he is a magician who has reached a transcendental level.

An ascender who has reached level 9. Among them, he is definitely a necromancer who can summon spirits and spirits and use them as his power.

If even Lennok had encountered such a being in reality, he would have had to fight to the death.

The moment when Lennok’s expression hardened as if he were inadvertently wary, even though he knew that he was a transcendental person who did not exist here.

The cult leader casually turned behind Richie and said.

[Naoise Fenn was a lich with transcendent mediumship qualities across all three worlds.]

The lich, who is commanding the disaster unfolding simultaneously in heaven and earth, tilts his head slightly to look at his profile, as if he is pleased.

[He was born without human senses, but on the contrary, he was born with an innate sense for feeling other concepts… … .]

“… … “Do you want to say that your sensitivity was excellent?”

[He has the talent to excel in any field that deals with spirits, and he chose necromancy.]

A soft roar rang out from the mouth of the cult leader, who had focused his gaze on the lich with a noisy gaze.

[Because he knew that the next thing he was longing for existed outside the world… … .]

“… … .”

Is he a transcendental person who has perfected his bizarrely bent talents from the moment he was born?

A talent so transcendent that the cult leader himself mentions and remembers the name, and is specific.

He must have been a necromancer with no comparison even in this world.

But Lennok was thinking about the way the cult leader explained necromancy.

Unlike necromancy, which involves manipulating the spirits of the dead, necromancy is a technique that also deals with spiritual bodies that have not experienced death.

Compared to necromancy, it is relatively weak when it comes to controlling spirits, but has unrivaled strength when it comes to summoning spirits.

“Necromancy is the same as, but different from, necromancy. Are you saying that the difference has something to do with the success of the ascension?”

[Necromancy is a technique that calls upon spirits rather than those of this world. As long as the tone of the technique is maintained, the concepts of the sacrifice to be offered and the soul to be summoned can be changed as many times as desired.]

The cult leader laughed.

[From the beginning, he knew how to control his powers without anyone telling him… … .]

Woooooooo!!!

In the form of a skeleton whose emotions cannot be read at all, he slowly makes a hand sign with both hands together.

A lich’s chant that moves as if he is commanding the moment in slowed time, as if he is alone and separate from the urgent pace of the battlefield moving from all directions.

However, just by doing this, the speed of the total solar eclipse in the sky became faster, and the shaking of the ground beneath our feet became stronger.

Kugwagwagwa!!

A pillar of black-green light that levitates the Temple of Darkness in the air.

The pillar of light is exploding like an explosion from between cracks in the ground.

“… … no way.”

It is not simply that the ground splits and light bursts through the cracks.

Lennok, who realized that the two lands on either side of the crack had different appearances and materials, was unable to control his expression and his face hardened.

“Nonsense. Did they induce a tectonic shift and force a collision? … !”

[War and massacre, struggle and conflict… … He made the two continents collide materially and ideologically and made them the object of necromancy… … .]

The cult leader muttered.

[We succeeded in instilling a part of the third world that did not exist yet into this world… … .]

Kwaaaa!!!

The dark-green pillar spreading out darkly is aligned with the sky where the total solar eclipse began.

Light slowly slanted as if sweeping across the ground, drawing a dark trajectory using the pure white sky as a drawing board.

A black-green brilliance penetrated exactly across the sky where the total solar eclipse unfolded.

By using the planet’s crust as the object of necromantic magic and colliding with it, the power of necromantic magic is raised to its limit.

A transcendental miracle that uses amplified necromantic magic to level one’s own status to that of the world.

A momentary opportunity for the ascendant to challenge ascension. A great challenge that risks one’s entire life.

However, Naoise Pen did not pass his body to the next world or jump over the second world.

He attempted to forcibly drag the part of the ‘Next’ that had not yet come to this world into reality using his necromancy.

Not ascension, but ascent to heaven.

In a completely different way than countless challengers imagined, he understood and toyed with Ascension, trampled on it, insulted it, and made it his own.

And, at the end of the journey he reached, the next thing he faced was-

Crackling!!

At that moment, time stopped with the sound of Noice stuttering.

The abnormality happened so unconsciously that even Lennok, who forgot to breathe and opened his eyes wide, was momentarily unaware of the discomfort.

[A few moments that you and I both have in our hearts… … .]

The leader whispered and slowly turned around.

[The last of a world… … .]

“… … .”

[The memory you might be waiting for would not be a moment with this much meaning… … .]

At that moment, Lennok realized that there was someone standing across from the huge shadow temple.

A huge crack across the sea and sky.

An image of someone standing with their arms crossed in front of a light that completely splits time and space.

A face mixed with noise and an uncomfortable shadow that makes it impossible to guess the shape of the body.

But even so, Lennok could recognize who he was at a glance.

The Demon Musketeer of the old world. A failed God Slayer.

After lending his power to Lennok, the leader did not leave and disappear.

I just knew where to meet the cult leader and placed myself in the memories of when he would come.

From the beginning, the leader knew that the leader was waiting for them in this memory.

[A long time ago… … I tried to imagine this moment… … .]

The religious leader whispered softly.

[I don’t know when, but until the day I believed would definitely come… … I thought I could endure it… … .]

“… … .”

The leader and the religious leader standing face to face with the transcendental person challenging for ascension.

Somewhere in the world that existed a long time ago, the two people must have actually met at this moment.

Only then did Lennok realize that everything had finally come together in this place.

The first is coincidence. The second is inevitable. The third is fate.

The whisper I heard right before I opened my eyes in this world.

The origin of those words, which had been hovering around like a curse, finally came to Lennok’s eyes.

How many secrets had to be uncovered to witness this moment?

How many taboos and sacrifices had to be overcome, through the bloody past and history, and to find the origins?

The head of the Pandemonium and Guido cults.

The people who always chased after you are now right in front of you.

Even if you stand in the same place, it is not the same, and even if you stand in a different place, it is not different.

Three people who could never meet, crossing three worlds, came together in one place.