Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 430



Palace of Memory (3)

A self-immolation created this elaborately is almost certainly a form of shamanism that utilized human sacrifice.

It must be a type of magic created with the help of an apostle.

Lennok had personally encountered the Apostolic Art ‘Amrita’s Scale’ which was used as a power for large-scale space movement in the Eight Roaring Fortress and was aware of its effectiveness.

“…That’s really amazing Evan.”

Cassia who was watching the scene with bated breath had a look of admiration that could not be hidden on her face.

“How could it be so overwhelming in a situation where we were virtually unilaterally surrounded… I can’t believe it when I see it. “Are you a soldier and not a traveler?”

“I feel like I’ve become more of a monster than before… I guess it’s just my mood.”

Archwood whose complexion was slightly blue due to the aftermath of the injury also seemed relieved when he saw the inside of Lennok’s hand.

“The Guido Church doesn’t get into trouble easily when they recognize that the other party is too annoying to mess with. “If you are clearly aware of your skills you are more likely to back down.”

“Look at this instead.”

Lennok who interrupted Archwood pointed to the face of the dead priest.

The face of the priest who had fallen with blood pouring from between his temples had become that of a completely different person than before.

The faces of the other two people who saw this also changed seriously.

“Transformation technique… or was it manipulating someone else?”

“It is a race not commonly seen in the Balkans. “He is most likely a member of the cult.”

Lennok looked back at Archwood with a slightly surprised expression.

“Why why…?”

“no. “I thought I was saying something that made more sense than I thought…”

“….”

Archwood who was unable to respond cleared his throat and began to glance at Lennok.

“Rather than that wouldn’t you like to talk for a bit after this incident is over? A brief constructive conversation regarding royalties and capital investment for the paper….”

“….”

Archwood’s consistency in trying to stick with Lennok as the author of the paper in that short period of time is worthy of recognition.

Lennok who ignored him as he subtly appealed to his previous relationship and mentioned investment in the research results of his thesis rummaged around in his arms.

“Did you know that your paper is already approaching 8000 citations? This is an absurd figure even if you look only at the pure magic world. “If you find a suitable investment source and conduct research in earnest business results are already achieved.”

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“This is Camilla Evan. “This side is over.”

[This area is still being explored.]

I ignored Archwood’s nonsense and started talking right away.

This is the person Lennok called to ask to work together before starting this job.

Lennok had contacted the Antares mercenary group with whom he had established a relationship even under Evan’s name in advance.

“We couldn’t find the exact location but we did see the terrain and scenery. We will send you relevant data so please search around the outskirts of the city.]

As Lennok said that he secretly checked his contact information and spoke again.

“I sent a photo taken during the battle. There is a high possibility that it has this appearance.]

[okay. Since you are my younger brother’s teacher I will take care of this matter.]

A unique laughter sound like a cackle rang through the receiver.

[There is a particularly strong man in our mercenary group who returned from injury… Huh?]

Mila’s voice coming through the receiver suddenly cut off.

“What’s going on?”

[Hmm that’s it….]

Mila said looking slightly embarrassed.

[I heard the leader is coming in person?]

* * *

Near a huge city. A plain whose name is unknown.

A small cave located between randomly raised rock formations.

Among the dozens of people lying dead some convulse as if they were convulsing and then fall limp.

When someone who was watching from the side gave a signal a woman walked out from deep inside the cave.

Her face was stiff as she looked around at the priests.

“What is it over already?”

The image of Amilla Banger who had just died after being shot through the head by Lennok’s bullet.

Her complexion looked fine with no injuries let alone any wounds but the look on her face as she looked at the people lying on the floor of the cave was not so good.

“Kamrodal’s doll… I heard that’s why I don’t like this technique. “You can find out how things work only after the ceremony is over.”

What the doll that projected Amilla’s consciousness said just before she died was not a lie.

Kamrotal’s doll an apostolic technique created using the power of the cult’s eight apostles Kamrodal is a technique that sacrifices an equal amount of humans and projects one’s alter ego into the sacrifice.

Once created based on her memories and abilities the doll moves independently and its memories are only transmitted to the caster after the alter ego dies.

“Isn’t it inevitable?”

Gavin a young man who was watching the situation while leaning against the cave wall answered calmly.

“This is the best method to collect information without directly entering the city. “As we do not take risks it is natural that the compensation is low.”

The alter ego created based on the user’s memories and abilities does not have the same fighting power as the main body but its thinking ability and judgment are no less than that of the main body.

Although it would be difficult to use it in direct combat it would be possible to go into the city and research information.

In fact the golden art of human sacrifice most frequently used by priests preaching the doctrines of the church was the Kamrodal doll.

But Amilla immediately shook her head despite Gavin’s words.

“No I didn’t mean that. “The memory of my self-immolation did not return.”

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“…!!”

What does it mean that even though the priests who sacrificed themselves died the memories of their self-immolation did not return properly?

This means that what her doll experienced in the city was not unusual at all.

In an instant the atmosphere among the priests surrounding Amilla became tense.

“What should I do?”

“Amrita’s scales. Contact the branch to prepare right away. “Prepare to run away.”

“All right.”

I knew things were going wrong but there was no need to remain foolishly here.

I had to get out of this place right now.

While the priests began to move quickly Amilla spoke again.

“Oh and prepare a priest separately while preparing the ceremony.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“If it wasn’t now we wouldn’t be able to confirm it. “I have to meet the eight great apostles in person.”

Phew!!

Without hesitation he kills and sacrifices one of the priests he brought in and opens a mental network to communicate directly with the apostle.

The dogmatic fanatics had come too far to fear death.

“Ugh….”

The image of a fanatic looking at his own heart being pierced with a blank expression.

The blood welling up above the heart transformed into a mushy cephalopod and floated into the air.

The cephalopod which was lazily looking around soon found Amilla’s face and muttered in a drowsy tone.

[Banger… What’s going on… I thought I told you not to call me like this.]

“Bishop Amilla Baenger head of the North-Eastern branch of the church will welcome the eight apostles.”

Cold sweat trickled down Amilla’s forehead as she politely bowed her head.

“It’s no different so I’d like to ask you to tell me briefly about your memories of the technique we just used…”

[I made a big mistake.]

The cephalopod’s speech was slow as if it was too bothersome to shout properly but its tone was truly cold.

[Rather than using the spell and expressing gratitude are you trying to find the reason for its failure from me? Before the end approaches I will have to liquidate all the believers with my own hands.]

“…I’m sorry.”

[Originally I shouldn’t have even forgiven you for asking this kind of advice… I owe you a big debt…]

Kamrodal’s eyes slowly closed.

[He must have looked for me because he knew that… It’s so outrageous… but it’s good…]

When the 8 apostles seemed to agree the other priests secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

8 Apostles Kamrodal.

As one of the very few single-digit apostles who have not yet fallen into mania the powers he deals with are the realms of consciousness and mind division and imitation.

With the power received from the Apocalypse of the Open Sea Kamrodal infinitely divided his consciousness and imitated an ascendant suppressing his madness and through this he was still active for the church.

His temperament is eccentric and confusing making him difficult to deal with but unlike other apostles he is not someone with whom you cannot communicate at all.

Amilla aimed for that and opened her mental network to hear directly from Kamrodal about the progress of the spell.

Even if the memories of the alter ego created by Kamrodal’s puppet technique were not passed on to the user the owner of the technique would have received the thoughts of the puppet created with his own power.

Of course Amilla did not personally call the apostle and make a request every time the apostle’s magic failed.

‘It makes no sense that a doll that entered the city died so quickly. There is probably something of equal value.’

Although her combat ability is infinitely worse than that of the main body there is no way that her alter ego who inherited some of her memories and judgment would have died in vain.

If so it must have been for a good reason or because he was facing a strong enemy.

At the very least I needed to know what her alter ego was aiming for.

[I see…]

Kamrodal who had been silent slowly looked at the slippery head of the cephalopod.

[You met a strong man. He was a skilled hunter and excellent seeker of knowledge. Your doll approached him aiming for the technology he created and was defeated.]

“….”

[Even though he set up a trap first and approached he couldn’t escape… In the end he played with the clone’s head and messed up the magic… It’s natural that the memories were not transferred.]

The reason why the memories of what Amilla’s alter ego experienced were not properly conveyed to the main body.

This is because the consciousness system of the alter ego was seriously damaged while Lennok was bombarding her with various reactions to her head and checking for burns.

Although Amilla was not even aware of her alter ego it was a side effect that occurred in her head when the cult leader became aware of himself and had a conversation with Lennok.

It was due to an overload caused by the intervention of a being higher than the apostle’s magic but no one noticed it.

“Can you tell me what that technology is?”

[Impossible. Only the strong emotions I felt right before I died remain.]

Amilla nodded.

“I guess I’ll find out. “If it went so far as to ignore existing orders it would definitely be an item of value that cannot be overlooked.”

[Do whatever you want. But it won’t be possible.]

“…yes?”

Amilla who was about to immediately call Gavin and prepare stopped in place after hearing the apostle’s words.

[The reason I answered the call today was not to grant your request but to see his face.]

“That… what the hell…?”

At that moment Amilla felt a chill go down her spine and her head began to spin.

She quickly came to a conclusion and shouted to the priests around her.

“Everyone run away and hide!! “Someone is coming here now-”

“Amilla Baenger.”

At that moment someone whispers her name and at the same time the other priests all fall down like dolls whose strings have been undone.

“Head of the northeastern branch of the Guido Church. 58 years old. A manipulation-type magician. Born in Kabahim born in the highlands of the North Continent he lost both his parents and joined the religious order. “I was officially ordained as a priest before I turned twenty and became a bishop at the age of forty-two.”

“….”

“Five years ago when I took over as head of the northeastern branch of the church I pushed out the far eastern branch and regained influence amidst a chaotic situation. “The number of believers joining the doctrine has increased significantly.”

A calm man’s voice came from my ear.

Despite the voice reciting the details of her life Amilla did not panic and kept looking at the fallen priests around her.

Amilla let out a laugh when she noticed that even Gavin the young man who had been reliably assisting her all this time had stopped breathing with his eyes wide open.

“…They’re all dead. It’s not like I did anything in advance. “Did you really stop breathing the moment you recognized this person’s reaction?”

It is not at a level where we can simply conclude that he is a superhuman with outstanding skills.

The moment you step into this cave you are in perfect and clean hands as if you have sentenced all living beings to death.

A person with physical ability who has reached his peak. No matter how low you put it he is a person of great power who has completed the hierarchy.

What does it mean that no one noticed until such a powerful person approached right away and that only the Eight Apostles Kamrodal were aware of the fact?

But Amilla’s thoughts were swept away by the man’s next words and faded away.

“Five years later he will win the power struggle within the church and take the position of general manager to unify the eastern continent. After accumulating more achievements he met the religious leader directly and succeeded to the position of the five apostles. “He was given the power of ‘Galatia’ one of the apocalypses of the open sea and made a great contribution to breaking through the central front.”

“what…? “What on earth is that…!!”

“At the end of the world there is a very high probability that you were standing next to the cult leader.”

The man laughed as he slowly grabbed her chin and turned her towards him.

“You’re lucky. “Today we can erase that possibility from the position of the church.”

Tall and tall with a furry coat draped over his shoulders. The face of a young man smiling with a gentle expression.

However the momentum spreading through the laughter is by no means favorable.

The moment when Amilla recognized the man’s face and opened her eyes wide.

“Antares…!!!”

Crump patter!!

The dull noise of someone’s neck being bent in the opposite direction echoed throughout the quiet cave.

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