Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 409



Master of the Military Command (2)

The time has passed past midnight has passed dawn and is now approaching dawn just before dawn.

Some people were out of breath after struggling to walk up the bluish asphalt.

“Hehehehehehehe….”

Not all competitors who participated in the race were caught up in Lennok’s dominance and died.

These are people who prioritize survival even if it means savvily hiding for a moment or giving up their immediate priority.

And there are a very small number of talented people who compete head-on with Lennok and succeed in keeping their bodies intact.

Those people were gathering in front of the gang headquarters to end the race even if it was belated.

“Why the hell is there such a lump of drugs at the end of the race…!”

“We have to argue with the gang… This is different from the promise!”

Although they are whining and getting irritated they are not so stupid that they don’t know what’s going on.

Since he was defeated by a bike rider named Victor whose name was not properly known it would be difficult to collect the promised public supplies.

Still they are taking the time to gather at the finish line in order to avoid receiving the penalty that the gang had publicly declared.

“….”

Among them the bronze-skinned Changsha carrying the leopard with his eyes wide open was also concentrating on walking with his mouth tightly closed.

Until the fishy smell of blood suddenly reached the tip of their noses.

“Wait a minute what is this…?”

There is no superhuman of such a low standard that he cannot feel the clear sign of death in this place.

The participants quickly exchanged glances with each other and quickly ran up to the gang headquarters.

I was speechless when I saw the sea of ​​blood flowing inside the headquarters where corpses were displayed on the wall.

“Crazy… How can the Grimoire Gang…?”

The sight of countless dead members with holes all over their bodies and their tongues hanging out.

The participants’ complexions turned pale at the pitiful sight of them twitching unable to even let go of the tools they were holding in their hands.

Meanwhile only Changsha who was carrying the leopard moved his gaze to follow the trace of magical power.

“…I see. “If the opponent was a monster of that magnitude it couldn’t be helped.”

“what?”

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“Look over there.”

At the same time as the bronze-skinned young man gestured his chin other people’s eyes turned to the battle taking place in the courtyard deep inside the gang headquarters.

“Aaaah!!”

The boss of the grimoire gang who shouts at the top of his lungs and wields a large sword.

And a sharp light flashes constantly in front of the blade.

Even the images of the surviving gang members running tirelessly through the vortex of electrodes connecting the fragments of light in the dark.

At some point the sparks that exploded between the slashes and sword strikes suddenly grew in size and brightened up the entire area.

Hwaaaaa!!

Meanwhile the face of the wizard who was nodding his head was clearly reflected.

A black-haired young man wearing a rider’s jacket and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The appearance is slightly different from what we’ve all heard so much about but everyone knows that there can’t be two lightning magicians of that level on this floor.

A series of soft curses came out from behind Changsha who was carrying the leopard.

“Was it fast!!”

“I can’t believe I was racing with that fucking monster…!”

“They said my bike riding skills were ridiculous.”

“Why are you fighting? “You won the race right?”

“Be quiet.”

Changsha spoke without even looking at them.

“The fast is fighting. “Don’t you even know what this means?”

“What is that…?”

If you don’t even intend to understand there’s no need to worry any more.

Instead of responding to Changsa’s words he focused on watching Lennok’s movements as he fought from afar.

Even in the moment while others are making a fuss right here and now blades and magical power are tearing through the air dozens of times scattering cruel cruel killings all over the place.

Amidst the waves of attacks that wouldn’t be surprising even if his entire body were torn apart before his eyes the wizard didn’t move a single finger.

He deflected the skewer coming down on his head with his shield and struck the ax blade hitting his back with lightning.

The moment when I touch the blade that is right in front of my nose and twist my head.

Go go go go!!

All the vicious attacks racing towards Lennok lost direction and were scraped away.

Only the bluish sparks continued to bounce showing that they had not even grazed the wizard’s collar.

“Kahak…!!”

“Don’t disturb the captain!!”

“Time again!! “Take a close look at the magic power!!”

“What the fuck does that make sense…!!”

Despite the constant swearing and conflicting words the gang members also know what they have to do.

Whenever the captain exchanging attack and defense from the front is out of breath he puts in check attracts attention and provides firepower support from all directions looking for an unexpected opportunity.

However Lennok’s movements after reading all the intentions and the flow of the offensive were extremely perfect and concise.

“also….”

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Forgetting the weight of the leopard carrying him he watches Lennok’s movements as if fascinated.

Without even turning his head he parries the barrage fired at the back of his head.

This is not a level where you can block and withstand with a shield but conversely it is a level where you explode with lightning and use firepower to attack.

This is proof that he is perfectly skilled in balance and power control as he can catch another spear blade with the tip of a spear blade.

The rumor that one of the fighters on the outskirts of the megacity was a lightning magician was not a lie.

There is something to be gained every time you closely watch Lennok’s simple yet terrifying movements.

Each and every flash of light flashes briefly through the chaotic and noisy battles of the gang members steadily reducing their number.

It didn’t take long to realize that it was a handful of screws in the wizard’s hand.

Peeee!!

“Aaaah!!”

One by one holes began to form between the eyes of the gang members who had exhausted all their strength and potential.

Sticky blood splattering under the feet of the survivors as they move ceaselessly.

The heavy corpses hanging each time you move your legs actually awaken the minds of others more clearly.

Doo doo doo doo!!

Every time dozens of superhumans unleashed their magical power against just one wizard the entire space became heated and excited as if a bomb was pouring down.

The flesh and corpses of already dead members were scattered wildly among them.

Those who survived Lennok’s attack rolled freely through the pool of blood using the corpses of their already dead comrades as shields and obstacles.

A brutal battlefield where the survivors humiliate the dead in order to live even a little longer.

The other participants gaped at the devastation unfolding at their destination with blank expressions on their faces.

“The gang… will be wiped out. “You will be slaughtered.”

“A man who is said to be the best berserker in the outskirts… What a vain ending.”

“So is this race a victory for those of us who survived?”

A bright blue light flashed behind the member who was screaming desperately.

[Daerajeon]

[Guncheongsaroe (群靑社雷)]

The blue brilliance rising through the dark night sky rotates and flutters like flower petals spreading its firepower in all directions and pounding the ground.

Kwaaaa!!

Accordingly the parts of the armored vehicles that fell everywhere were electrocuted amplifying the range and firepower of the lightning.

A huge electric field was created that completely covered the entire area crushing and exploding everything that resisted within it.

Wow!!

The eerie sound of flesh being burned and then crushed to pieces.

The more Lennok wielded his magic the more his voice screaming at the top of his lungs faded away and only its echo engulfed the ears of those who survived like an auditory hallucination.

The members’ breath is cut off one by one by sharp counterattacks that are stabbed without them even noticing in the middle of a trance-like attack and defense.

The man’s frantic swing of the great sword stopped after he realized that there was no longer a single member standing next to him.

Lennok looked up at the man’s face and said.

“I’ve been thinking about what it means to be a military commander.”

“Whoa whoa….!!”

“It doesn’t mean that you simply entrust your existence to the laws of martial arts. “It’s probably a much more spiritual concept than that.”

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!!”

Hundreds of screw parts are embedded like studs on the skin of a man who has suddenly stopped moving interfering with muscle movement.

Hot blood flowed over the skin and skull where the screws were inserted covering the entire body bright red.

Lennok nodded looking at the figure whose entire body was stuck in place with pieces of screw and could not move properly.

“If you haven’t used the microcosm until you get to this point isn’t it because your master didn’t allow it? If you look at it that way martial arts is a power that begins with offering one’s image to the practitioner.”

The boss of the Grimoire Gang. It would be rather strange if the head of an organization that occupies two outskirts of a large city were not a person with status-level abilities.

However the man who was swinging the great sword in front of Lennok did not unfold his microcosm towards Lennok even at this moment when pieces of screw were stuck all over his body.

It is not because of the pathetic desire to hide his vision even when his life is in danger.

It must have been because the person holding his image did not allow him to use the microcosm.

In other words this would be evidence that the military orderer that Lennoc is targeting was also clearly aware of the series of battles that took place in this square.

“So if you’re watching won’t you come out soon?”

Lennok asked looking at the man who had stopped twitching.

“Before I find your military spirits hiding all over this city and stuffed them in the same way.”

[This is a difficult task.]

At that moment a cold cry came out of the mouth of the member who was lying at Lennok’s feet.

At the same time another gang member further away took over.

[It’s a too barbaric and violent way to convey one’s thoughts. It’s not my preferred method.]

An empty voice that seems to have a faint cynicism mixed in.

“….”

[But it has been a long time since anyone has been desperately looking for me in this way. If so just respond.]

Damn it…!!

The morning sky slowly dawning.

Below that dozens of corpses stand up like polecats and begin to wander around Lennok.

Lennok looked around and smiled.

“Not a good time for ghosts to appear. “The sun is rising.”

[Hoo do you enjoy being influenced by such superstitions?]

Every time the voice answers the corpses wandering around Lennok lose their strength one by one and put their heads down on the ground again.

A cruel disposition to use even a person who is already dead as a means to convey one’s opinion and then throw it away.

Although his words and actions were completely contradictory to what he had just said neither of them bothered to point it out.

In a way it was natural that the moral concepts and standards of violence of old monsters who had lived for over a hundred years were twisted to be much different from those of ordinary people.

[I heard the story a long time ago. There was a rumor that a blood-crazed wizard was wandering around the outskirts of the city… I just dismissed it as a common ghost story.]

After a pause the voice asked in a humorous tone.

[Now that I look at it it appears that it wasn’t necessarily an exaggerated rumor.]

“….”

Why does Lennok not bring a vanguard with him? As a magician he has acquired combat power that surpasses that of a warrior.

Explaining the reason and clearing up misunderstandings was tiring so Lennok just kept quiet.

But maybe that indifferent attitude actually appealed to him more as a faint sound of laughter echoed among the corpses.

[okay. You have to be at the same level to even dare to talk to me. It won’t be a place you won’t regret. Let’s have a conversation.]

“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruk…!!”

The sight of dead bodies screaming in pain and falling even after they are already dead.

But even that ugly face is nothing compared to the calm tone that seems to rise from beyond the shadows.

asked the man who was the head of a large city law enforcement agency that had judged outlaws running rampant in the Balkans hundreds and thousands of times.

[This is Dyke’s young wizard. Do you know that so many people are tired of your rudeness?]

“If they had just shown up earlier and solved the problem this wouldn’t have happened.”

Only then did Lennok take out a cigarette from his arms put it in his mouth light it and laugh.

“Nice to meet you Madrich Onion. “This is my first time meeting you in person.”

* * *

Military order. It is used as the basis of a magic trick by binding the non-existent spirit power bound to the body into a form of control.

Although it uses a different power source than magic it has the same roots but it is a type of system that is distinctly different from techniques such as magic or incantation.

Even if they handle the same military command there is a big difference in the techniques and styles used.

Since those who practice military command are so different didn’t they come together and create an old city called Yorta?

It is a type of primitive yet sophisticated orthodox science that represents them at the forefront of methods of dealing with spirits but boasts a history as old as magic.

And Madrich Onion was one of the most capable people who had built a family of military command skills by practicing military command for over several decades.

“For someone as powerful as you to use gang races as a way to supplement military orders is extremely crude.”

Lennok smiled in front of Madrich who looked down at him without wavering even an inch.

“Anyone who has even heard of the concept of the Mangwi Night Journey will not find it difficult to figure out the secret hidden in this race. “Is there any reason to supplement military orders like that?”

A race hosted by the Grimoire Gang with the city government’s public supplies as a reward.

There are bound to be people who question the fact that it starts at midnight and continues until just before dawn and the number of people is strictly determined in advance.

However the fact that this race has been maintained until now is proof that those who noticed it like Lennok have been dealt with thoroughly.

There is no need to say in whose hands those who were secretly disposed of by the gang would have fallen.

However Madrich responded without any change in tone even after hearing Lennok’s words.

[You can only say you are qualified if you have the insight and intelligence to notice that level.]

“what?”

[This is one of the common misconceptions of those who are ignorant of military command.]

Madrich laughed through the body of the man slowly wandering in the air.

[Even if you squeeze the spirits of children who can’t eat only dirty residue comes out. Complacency with reality and fattening spiritual flesh are only useful in the golden art of human sacrifice.]

“….”

[Being subordinate to the magician as a spirit means that the person concerned also touches the magician’s source and shares his or her wishes. It means entrusting one’s very existence entirely to military command. Even if the act itself is not completely voluntary it is natural to care about quality rather than quantity.]

Only then did Lennoc understand what Madrich was saying and let out a laugh.

“You mean that the race itself was intentionally structured to be similar to the Night of the Hundred Ghosts and that it was waiting for those who noticed something amiss. “Did you only select relatively excellent people and make them your commanders?”

[Completing the night trek itself is like performing a ritual to become a military commander. Among them anyone who is smart and courageous enough to notice abnormalities and raise objections to the gang can be said to have met the minimum conditions.]

Madrich said.

[This was the only way to replenish military command in this land where spiritual knowledge was relatively lacking. During the long war when I was collecting and judging sinners my strength never ran out… but isn’t it true that nothing happens the way you set it to?]

At the same time as he says that the man’s arm is lifted up with a creak.

The direction of the hand gesture was the other race participants who were watching the whole situation from the back of the square.

Before Lennok could sense his intention and react Madrich who had borrowed the man’s body clenched his fist.

Whioooooo!!

A gray wind blew from all directions grabbing the participants by the shoulders and breaking their heads.

“Omg…!!”

Wood clatter!!

The sight of people being held captive by their limbs and dying instantly without being able to properly resist.

Madric who had taken the lives of dozens of bystanders in an instant clicked his tongue while shaking his hands.

[Look. It’s messy and worthless. The spiritual bodies of others who died at your hands are no different. As a simple resentment it only screams at living beings.]

“….”

All he did was collect the spirits of the gang members that Lennok had just killed and pour them out in waves.

Just by being in the hands of a high-level martial arts magician the grudges will attack living beings and strangle them and twist them to death.

[Life is like a consumable that is used once and thrown away… isn’t it deplorable? The value of existence is like a bond that is determined from birth and cannot be escaped. The martial arts ceremony is a noble ritual that gives its own meaning to even such lowly people.]

He turned his gaze towards the silent Lennok again and said.

[I will give you a chance to escape that bondage. Wouldn’t you like to learn military command under my authority?]

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