Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 449



Well border (2)

Dawn comes after a long night. Light began to shine even in the dull jungle.

The morning in the jungle where tens of thousands of creatures are alive and breathing is quiet.

Only the sound of dew falling on the spider web between the bushes echoes quietly.

Drop drop.

The water droplets that fell past the grass blades had a deep red color.

“subject….”

The faint moan of someone who can’t even scream properly.

Lennok who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed turned his head when he heard the voice.

“asleep…!!”

Wedge!!

A sharp flash of light shoots through the dimly lit jungle.

At the same time as he slightly shook his head the magician stood up at his feet and caught the flash of light.

A poisonous needle covered in thick green liquid. It is a deadly poison that kills instantly the moment it penetrates under the skin.

Immediately afterwards a feast of countless memorizations fell like rain from Lennok’s head.

The catalysts suspended between sharp memorizations continued to shine creating a huge mass of heat everywhere.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!!!

The shamans who appeared between the explosions race towards Lennok making hand signs.

Each of them took out a spell that was considered the most powerful spell and fired it at Lennok without hesitation.

A sticky curse and a rope twisted like a snake. A huge scythe slashes and rotates in all directions.

Kagagak!!

The plan is to attract attention with powerful firepower and then thoroughly subdue them through close combat.

Since Mangrok’s spell was a group made up of various shamans there were also shamans who showed their true value in close combat.

The leaves on the tip of the fist shake creating a sharp wind and the pattern drawn on the dagger shines and flies.

Pabababat!!

However Lennok’s new model tilts down as if it is falling out of place and then floats sliding along the floor.

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Strange movements as if being dragged by an invisible string.

The attacks of the shamans who failed to get the timing right due to strange evasive maneuvers that made them feel as if they were being forcefully dragged rather than moving directly were missed one after another.

The magician’s sharp second attack flashed behind the shamans who had failed to attack first.

“Aaaah!!”

“How the fuck did you get here…!!”

“No no no!!”

Every time Lennok who has landed on the grass walks past the shamans the number of bodies falling down with blood spraying increases.

A method of giving cutting magic to magic thread increasing cutting power and greatly increasing tension and hardness at the cost of reducing flexibility.

When combined with Lennok’s manipulative ability to hide his magic it is nothing short of an invisible blade in this crowded jungle.

If you have the senses of a superhuman it may not be impossible to detect a magician but what if your opponent is a special type magician who can individually catch and manipulate hundreds of such magical threads?

Lennoc never once lost the initiative in this type of psychological warfare.

“Off… uh…!”

The broken remains of a small skull come out of the arms of a man rolling on the floor.

It was emitting faint smoke and was vaguely pointing in the direction where Lennok was sitting.

Lennok sighed lightly when he saw the remains of the skull.

“I was wondering how you got through the maze and it turns out you used gold magic. “When human sacrifice is involved it is difficult to predict its effectiveness.”

The immorality of using fellow human beings as ingredients for magic.

It is the most dangerous catalyst that a magician can use but it is also true that its efficiency is abnormally excellent.

There was a rumor going around that when the golden art of human sacrifice was used even the user himself would be consumed by the magic but not many people were wise enough to discern this.

“Are you the only one left?”

Lennok said and slightly leaned towards the fallen man.

Ki….

At the same time with a noise as if a thread was being slightly stretched dozens of magical threads began to move around Lennok.

Clap la la rock!!!

In an instant he grabs the surviving shaman Cayern by the collar and lifts his body upward.

Cayern weakly opens his eyes and looks down and sees the masked figure of Lennok looking up at him.

A small clearing between the jungle bushes.

The appearance of a wizard standing in the center of hundreds of magical threads stretching out like a spider web in all directions looking up at this direction.

A groan escaped Cayern’s mouth as he realized that the hundreds of magic threads he was sitting on were spreading out in all directions of the jungle.

“…It was you.”

All other shamans are dead. Despite spending an entire night they couldn’t even touch Lennok’s collar.

However the reason Cayern worked hard and somehow came to the location where Lennok was located was not to beg for his life.

“Because of you alone… I wandered into the same place dozens and hundreds of times and came back…!!”

The sight of Kayern glaring at Lennok with red bloodshot eyes burning with hatred.

It is already difficult to find any trace of normal reason in a face that has been horribly distorted.

Even in a situation where his limbs were being held captive by magical thread rather than begging for his life he was shown drooling towards Lennok.

Lennok did not know where the cause of that half-crazy appearance came from.

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“I couldn’t reach the well because of you…!! Kill me…!! “I will kill you…!!”

Lennok who was looking at Kayern who was struggling like a child and biting into foam waved his hand.

Pissit!!

The magician that grazed his chin took away Kayern’s consciousness.

Only then did Lennok who saw that the early morning jungle had regained its quiet slowly walked down from the magic thread.

The moment he was about to tie Kayern tightly with a magician and drag her into the forest a stiff voice was heard from behind Lennok.

“It’s a good barrier.”

“….”

A bronze-skinned man was standing like a ghost among the magicians who had been carefully placed without a single gap looking at him.

Appears to be around 40 years old. A mature man who does not look young. The muscular build and the blue stone knife in his hand are impressive.

Even at a low level the magic power flowing out is over level 6.

The moment Lennok’s eyes cooled down the man slowly stretched out his hand and spoke again.

“We deployed magicians to create a barrier and turned the entire area into a maze.”

The way he speaks is somewhat awkward. A feeling of discomfort as if the language itself used on this continent was unfamiliar.

However the words of the man who opened his mouth in such a tone understood exactly what Lennok had done.

Shamans who use elephants as their summons. Lennok did not insist on a head-on fight against Mangrok’s main attack which was no different from a living tank unit.

Instead they scattered the magic snakes widely among the jungles of the area and used the spread magic snakes as catalysts to create a huge maze.

By applying the Ascendant Jindun’s barrier technique to the limit he bends the space itself and connects the beginning and the end creating a labyrinth that cannot be escaped.

At the same time strange mental waves flowing from inside the well are appropriately mixed into the inside of the barrier to constantly stimulate the shamans.

When the shamans realized that they were wandering in the same place over and over again they became extremely excited became suspicious of each other attacked each other and committed suicide.

The elephants who lost their owners were so excited that they randomly destroyed the jungle and scattered in all directions leaving only a few shamans who came to their senses later.

If the surviving shamans including Kayern had not used human sacrifice to find Lennok they would have died without even knowing what was happening to them.

The bronze-skinned man standing in front of Lennok had clearly understood and praised this series of processes.

“I can’t believe you can play with someone like this in this jungle. Excellent. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a barrier magician like you.”

“…That’s a long introduction.”

Lennok’s voice modulated came out through the mask.

“Did you call me to exchange favors?”

The man shook his head.

“No there is something I want back.”

“…You’re getting it back?”

“I have tribal items. “I want a deal.”

“….”

“An outstanding barrier magician. No harm. All you have to do is show it.”

The man said that and slowly waved his hand.

At the same time something began to faintly vibrate inside Lennok’s robes.

Lennok who only then understood that what the man said was not nonsense slowly took out the vibrating object in his arms.

“This is…”

A leather loop made in the shape of a leash. Lennok who discovered the identity of the artifact raised his head.

A warrior riding a leopard who survived until the end of the Grimoire Gang Race.

Isn’t this the artifact that was given to him when he identified himself as a member of the Southern Blood Spirit Clan?

It has the ability to find an opponent’s location through constellations and was used by Lennok to find Madrich Onion’s location.

Calling this item a tribal item would mean that the man in front of me is also a member of the same blood spirit tribe.

While Lennok was pondering the man spoke again.

“I’m not just asking for it. “I will tell you the snake’s secret.”

“…The secret of the snake?”

If there is a word for a snake in this jungle it is almost certainly a story about the secrets of the Serpent Ascendant’s Manual that guards the well.

I heard that the blood spirits live in hiding much deeper than the ancient city where the well is located and only a few of them wander the continent and experience the world.

It’s a story about the secrets of the handbook that those people tell… Lennok didn’t think about it for long.

“good.”

It is not an item that has been of great use or usefulness to Lennok.

However if it was an item that had some meaning to the blood spirit clan it would be enough if they could be given useful information.

When I obediently threw the leash to the man he muttered looking slightly impressed.

“Our tribe does not carelessly hand over our belongings to others.”

“….”

“The fact that I left this item to you is proof that I lived a life without regrets. “I want to repay you.”

It seems that he mistakenly thought that the blood spirit warrior who handed over this item had already died but Lennok did not bother to correct that mistake.

There was no time to explain how this item came into his possession.

The man gently touched the leash then put it in his arms and opened his mouth.

“There is a story about a snake that has been passed down from generation to generation in the tribe’s history.”

“A story?”

“The story of a snake who was so absorbed in his assigned mission that he forgot about it.”

“….”

“Once every mortal in this jungle shared in its glory but as the Serpent began to turn back time it lost its significance. “The city that revered the great mission was engulfed in madness and the serpent destroyed everything with his own hands.”

It was obvious that it was not a simple story.

It is also true that the man is borrowing the form of a tribal tale just to tell it back to Lennok.

“I know what you are doing in this jungle.”

The man’s previously awkward speaking tone suddenly became fluent and serious.

His eyes glowed with a strangely bright yellow light.

Lennok knew about those eyes because he had heard about them from Oliveira.

The Northern Spirit’s magical eye that is inherited only from the direct lineage of the Southern Blood Spirit clan. The essence of foresight: looking at the stars and observing and preparing for the future through their movements.

He looked at Lennok with clear eyes and spoke softly.

“We look at the stars to see what’s next predict the future and prepare for our existence… What will happen from now on is an atrocity that can never be tolerated from the tribe’s perspective but for today we will turn a blind eye to it.”

I did not come to Lennok simply to return the tribe’s belongings.

This man who appears to be the core leader of the Blood Spirit clan had come to Pandemonium to directly convey their position.

“After the play which has been scheduled for a long time ends and the curtain falls everything in this jungle will be put right again.”

“It’s a play….”

Lennok who was thinking about those words chuckled.

“You’re saying this over and over again that you won’t interfere. with pleasure.”

“….”

There was no way to know how accurate and precise the future the Blood Spirits saw through the stars in the night sky was but Lennok did not need to ask further.

I understood that they had their own reasons and I felt like I knew to some extent what the handbook was.

Unlike the great achievement of challenging ascension most of the ascendants that Lennok had encountered were extremely twisted.

Whether it is the body an image or regret toward a pessimistic future.

This means that the handbook too was never able to escape from the bondage of that longing.

It is meaningless to grab a man here and ask for detailed information about the handbook.

It would be enough to remember the keyword he mentioned memory.

The moment Lennok thought that and was about to turn his head without hesitation the man suddenly threw a fist-sized bag at Lennok.

Tuk!

The man spoke while Lennok who ruled out the possibility of being embarrassed by grabbing it with his bare hands was quietly looking at the bag that had fallen at his feet.

“It is a bait used to lure demonic beasts in the jungle.”

“…Why are you giving me this?”

“It was a little bit but I saw it. “There will be a moment when you need it.”

The man who had suddenly returned to speaking stiffly and awkwardly nodded with his arms crossed.

“It was a good conversation. gift.”

With those words a new type of man disappears in a blur while holding the leash.

Lennok looked at the man’s back and quietly picked up a leather pouch.

Since I didn’t feel any hostility there was no harm in keeping it.

‘It’s completely sealed on the outside. I can’t feel the scent…’

I know that there are demonic beasts lurking throughout this huge jungle that are more dangerous than most beasts.

While Lennok was using the magician to create a maze on the outskirts of the ruins he passed by all kinds of strange magical beasts.

It is a magical place where creatures such as gibbons with thick horny skin giant lizards with horns and blue toads with more than eight feet roam around.

Did you ever think that there would be a moment when you would have to run away from those demonic beasts?

It’s something we don’t know right now. Lennok glanced at the time on his watch and immediately turned around.

More than an hour has already passed since dawn broke and after dealing with several latecomers including Mangrok’s Jubak no one has come near here.

Now that you’ve captured a shaman drag him back to the airship.

The moment when Lennok was thinking like that and was pulling Kayern and turning around.

“We don’t need that friend so should we leave him behind?”

Push!!

Cayern’s head which was writhing while bound by magic thread was cut off diagonally on the spot.

The figure of a young man twirling a small dagger was revealed from behind his head which fell and rolled around.

The white paint on the face and the makeup that forced a strange smile are familiar to the eye.

The clown who fell off the airship before Lennok and disappeared in the middle of the jungle has finally arrived near the ruins.

“Wooow it was hard….”

The clown let out a deep sigh and casually stepped on Kayern’s head and walked out.

The young man’s entire body was drenched in blood from head to toe.

How many people did he kill before he arrived here after jumping out alone in the jungle?

“It took longer than I thought.”

“That’s right.”

The clown grinned while wiping away his blood-soaked hair.

“Someone lied and said we should jump together so I was fooled.”

“….”

“It was just a joke and I threw the dice one more time but the low point came up twice in a row so I was like ugh… I unintentionally hit it with my body.”

The appearance of a clown grumbling and shaking off the blood that had soaked up the sleeves of his clothes.

It seems clear that they have been fighting all night but they don’t look particularly tired.

Proof that he is not only a powerful illusionist but also an excellent warrior.

Lennok ignored the clown and looked away.

“The airship is nearby. “If you haven’t joined yet move now.”

“Wait a minute there’s something I need to check before that.”

“what?”

“I saw a very interesting sight on the way here.”

The clown grinned as he stared at Lennok.

“Somewhere in this area a very familiar barrier has developed.”

“….”

“Did you know that most illusionists are also skilled in barrier arts? In order to deceive others you must study well how to plan the game well. “But then I saw a pattern of a barrier technique that I could never forget.”

The clown who was talking loudly and laughing suddenly stopped laughing and asked.

“Victor what is your relationship with Jindun?”

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