Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 649



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 649

Bailiff (6)

Tooung!!

Two heads of a giant human-sized statue fall down.

Dark red fluid began to gush out from the cross section where the head had been severed as if it were a living person.

Lennok said in bewilderment as he watched Maiya casually withdrawing her short sword.

“Is it okay for me to destroy the prototype like this? “If you make it like this it will be difficult to use your divine abilities.”

“The doctor didn’t give me these coordinates so that I could make a deal using my personal abilities.”

Maiya answered with an expressionless face.

“Among the materials that make up the abilities of the gods there are items needed for this plan.”

Instead of answering that question Lennok looked around touched the fluid that had flowed with his finger and muttered.

“This is… the essence of the Archangel.”

“Did you know?”

“I once faced an archangel summoned by Hermes at the Mind Hall.”

The moment Archangel Kashuin descended in the Meister’s body wasn’t the dark red essence overflowing?

Lennok realized that the blood gushing out from the statue’s decapitated cross section was the archangel’s essence itself.

As evidence the compassion of the archangel who had absorbed Kashuin’s spirit was faintly vibrating.

“I didn’t think it could be used somewhere due to its poor magical conductivity but was it being used as a power source for a new statue?”

“The Archangel’s essence is a catalyst of the very few that can make information from both the current world and the old world compatible.”

“It’s compatible….”

Is it because they use faith as their foundation to serve a god who has failed in both the old world and the current world?

Lennok seemed to be able to guess to some extent why the Archangel’s essence could make the information of the two worlds compatible.

Maiya said looking back at Lennok in surprise.

“I find your words more interesting. “Hermes summoned the spirit of an archangel from beyond the door?”

“To be precise it was a form of commanding a human body…”

Lennok briefly explained how Hermes summoned the archangel at the time.

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When I omitted the story about the failed scene and told the before and after process Maiya became deeply troubled.

“Almost all attempts to bring out the spirit directly from beyond the door failed even at the time of the plan… It seems that Hermes’ skill in using the door has reached the peak.”

“According to Hermes injecting the archangel’s spirituality into humans itself seemed close to an experiment.”

Lennok who naturally selected the Archangel’s essence and put it in an empty vial answered.

If the fluid itself acts as a catalyst there is a need to collect data.

“Now that I know that the spirituality of the old world can reside in the human body I will attempt to summon the transcendent myself in earnest.”

Hermes is an artificial ego consumed by the memories of the ascendant.

Although he identifies himself with the memories of the ascendant strictly speaking he is not a transcendent.

However the story is different if Hermes summons the spirituality of the true ascendant from beyond the door.

It is literally the same as the ascendant from the old world descending directly into the machine city of Machina.

Through the descent of the Archangel we have confirmed that there are no problems with the plan and are creating a new Ascension Gate by moving sections.

The moment the plan is completed Hermes will attempt to unite by directly calling the spirit of the ascendant beyond the third door created.

‘I wonder what will happen when an ascendant from the old world descends to this world…’

While Lennok was lost in thought Maiya walked towards the head of the statue she had cut down.

Two heads with their eyes closed and their necks dropped.

He takes a small sword to the eyelids cuts them out and removes each of the statue’s ten pupils one by one.

The head of the statue is writhing faintly as if in pain and pouring out dark red fluid.

However the moment Maiya removed all of her eyes she lost all of her strength and froze as if she were dead.

Lennok asked looking at the ten eyes extracted from the head of the statue.

“What was needed was not divine power. “Did you want these eyes in the first place?”

“The prototype created by Atermire was not fully functional so it was created using the power of Machina’s mythical Noble Phantasm.”

Maiya responded by holding the pupil in her hand and carefully breaking it.

Kwasik!!

The eyes of a god. Among them the purple-black lens that served as the pupil is carefully collected.

When the embedded pupil fragments were extracted and collected they naturally came together and turned into a mirror the size of a finger.

Excited…!!

The purple-black heavy shiny jewel mirror vibrates and shakes irregularly while held in Maiya’s hand.

Lennok stared at the purple-black jewel mirror that was beating like a heart and frowned faintly.

“The space…”

The space of the mirror Maiya was holding was actually expanding and contracting.

A strange phenomenon in which space itself expands and contracts following the pulsation of the jewel mirror.

Maiya’s hand also swelled and contracted along the space causing the skin to tear and blood to trickle down.

“….”

There is no need to say how durable and resilient a level 8 physical ability person is.

The shaking of space was so strong that Maiya’s hand swelled and tore just by holding the mirror.

However Maiya’s expression did not change even as she saw her hand swell torn and blood dripping.

He just held up a mirror with blood dripping down and held it out to Lennok.

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“Do you think you know what this is?”

“…All I know is that it is something with very strong intentions.”

Lennok looked at it closely and muttered.

“Seeing as there is no magical power mixed in it is not an artifact or a gem. “It is not an object created from a natural phenomenon or causal relationship in the first place.”

“It is an item that materializes the thoughts of Madrea Falseer a level 9 ascendant.”

For a moment Lennok who did not understand the meaning of the answer was silent.

Because I knew perfectly well the meaning of the name Maiya suddenly mentioned I couldn’t understand it.

“…what?”

“The entire history of Cheon Gyeon who was said to have foreseen everything in this world further than anyone else. “It is an extract created by extracting the foundation of that thought.”

“….”

Lennok who was speechless quickly calmed his expression and asked.

“Cheongyeon… Are you saying that it is a mysterious substance created by extracting the lighthouse keeper’s entire thoughts?”

“When the Ascension Gate plan was underway in Machina we made several of these extracts with the help of Heavenly Gyeon.”

Maiya answered.

“Among the great ascendants Heavenly Gyeon was relatively friendly to humans. That is why I was able to obtain this thought form after paying a huge tribute to the Philenom Dominion.”

“….”

“In the process of building the Ascension Gate most of it was used as a guidepost but it is one of the items that Atermire secretly stole and hid.”

Maiya clutching the jewel mirror muttered self-deprecatingly.

A full range of thoughts developed by a level 9 ascendant by completely overturning his or her imagination into reality.

Through his encounter with Jindun Lennok knew well how unrealistic the power of that concept was.

The Sasang Jeonghasa Maze that Jindun Zygis Ethernor deployed in the snowy plains of the North Continent.

A huge maze that could accommodate thousands of superhumans at once who had overlaid reality as if overwriting his life as a prisoner.

It is a power that goes beyond simply dominating and governing the area and can seize the right to life and death of everyone who enters the entire Sasang region.

Maiya was saying that she had extracted some of the thoughts of Cheongyeon’s entire ideology and materialized them.

‘Do you mean that Madrea Falseer extracted his entire ideology and spread it to the world?…’

Why did Heavenly Gyeon during his lifetime lend his power to Machina’s Ascension Gate plan?

Did he even hope that the Machine City’s methods would be the answer to the ending of this world?

If so there is no way Lapis who inherited the role of lighthouse keeper would not know this fact.

Perhaps Cheong’s eye’s plan to restore the supernormal abilities of a lighthouse keeper by building lighthouses all over the world may be related to Cheongyeon’s ideology.

While Lennok was lost in thought Maiya continued speaking.

“The will of a qualified transcendent is a power comparable to that of this world. “If we borrow that power we can twist the timeline and force a fixed point.”

Does this mean that the Ascendant’s intention was materialized and used as a driving force to tear down the wall of the world and forcibly use it as a starting point for the next door?

Lennok who sensed how absurd Machina’s technology and ideas contained in those words were nodded his head inadvertently.

“Do you mean to say that Cheongyeon’s intention was materialized and used as a guidepost in order to forcibly fix the starting point of the plan? “You’re out of your mind…”

The essence of the Ascension Gate plan is to create the gate itself to the next world.

However as it goes beyond the world itself a starting point is needed to return at any time between rapidly changing timelines.

If there is no fixed point that transcends the relativity of time you may get lost and drift as the plan progresses never to return.

Therefore in order to succeed in their plan the ancestors of the Machine City tried to materialize the intention of the ascendant Cheongyeon and use it as a milestone.

“If the lighthouse keeper’s intention is to see the farthest he can certainly serve as a way-finding eye even on the other side of the world.”

“…I understand faster than I thought. Have you had a similar experience?”

Maiya looked back at Lennok slightly surprised that she understood his explanation right away.

“…I understand faster than I thought. Have you had a similar experience?”

As Lennok had also been thinking about what abilities were needed to manipulate time magic he was able to immediately understand what role the gem played.

“Anyway I understand that the jewel mirror was the catalyst that materialized Cheongyeon’s thoughts. Is this the method Atermire spoke of?”

Dr. Atermire is the person who copied and inserted the entire Ascension Gate opening code into the head of Elava Atermire known as his flesh and blood.

Considering that it wouldn’t be surprising if the doctor left behind a means to forcefully close the door.

Although he reacted as if he had no regrets about the Ascension Gate did he still have the means to intervene in the gate system in case the situation arises?

That meticulousness and maddening spirit of inquiry were one of the reasons why Lennok felt the doctor was particularly dangerous even among the geniuses and monsters of Pandemonium.

“Hermes’ method is just running wild in a direction that has nothing to do with the failure of the Ascension Gate… There are no lingering regrets or answers to that fact.”

Maiya coldly mocked herself.

“I cannot accept that kind of alternative. “There must be a way to fundamentally correct Ascension Gate’s mistake.”

“….”

“We will definitely find a way before the end comes… Until then no one can control this city as they please.”

In Maiya’s eyes it is not simple enthusiasm or motivation.

Obsession and madness that shine infinitely calmly and coldly. The determination of a failure who is ready to sacrifice any means to achieve his goal.

It is a shortcut to running toward destruction even though one knows that it cannot be extended in the right direction.

The moment Lennok opened his mouth to say something about him.

Wow…!!

In the distance along with a numbing chill a sharp presence pressing down on all directions began to spread like paint.

Almost at the same time the two people turned their gaze and immediately recognized the identity of the figure.

The sharp and clear presence of each individual is different from the mechanized fire corps which is close to a fire battery and the secretive and shadowy side squad.

The best small elite special force group in the Machine City.

A symbol of force representing Machina and an agent of order.

The enforcement agencies directly surrounded the Jongsim district.

* * *

Doo doo doo doo!!!

Near the clock tower of the Jongsim district which vibrates violently.

Between buildings filled with only the noise of the streets swaying from the harsh vibrations echoing from all directions.

Dozens of superhumans wearing dark-colored uniforms were sitting on the roofs of different buildings staring at one place in silence.

Machine City’s elite special forces enforcement agency.

The elites who are officially given the name of executioner only after going through dozens of battles all stare at one place and wait for their time.

Chiik!

A woman’s harsh voice rang through the silent communication network.

[I will go first. I ask the other executors to rescue the Ex Machina members.]

“…Izabella.”

Philo one of the branch leaders in charge of supervising other executioners in the field opened his mouth.

“Are you going to be okay?”

[This is the person I selected as a candidate and called to the Meister selection ceremony.]

Isabella answered in a voice without any emotion.

[I am also responsible for things happening like this.]

“….”

Without waiting for Philo’s answer Isabella moved right away.

Her new form which has melted into the shadows immediately stands in front of the clock tower.

[If something happens don’t worry about me and start immediately as planned.]

Isabella is the person who made Lyman participate in the selection ceremony. Therefore Isabella takes responsibility and goes to the most dangerous front.

Ujat bit his lip as he watched but he too could not say anything and just observed the situation.

Standing in front of the clock tower’s main entrance Isabella slowly lifted the hood she was wearing and walked into the lobby.

Squeak…!!

The noise of the door opening rang out but Isabella calmly walked inside without even bothering to hide it.

A dark clock tower lobby with no light at all.

The lobby is only faintly shaken by the occasional vibration as the compartments move.

In the middle of the various statues surrounding the lobby ceiling there was a man with his back turned.

Isabella called his name in a cold voice.

“…Lyman.”

“This is your first time seeing you in the lower-level workshop district right?”

Lennok spoke first without even looking at Isabella.

“I see you are still using the amplifier. “I thought you would come visit me again at least once.”

“….”

“It’s something that needs to be adjusted periodically. From now on it would be better to ask another craftsman to adjust the device.”

“Why?”

Isabella asked.

“Your talent as a craftsman is of such an outstanding type that it is difficult to compare it to anyone else in this city.”

It was a low voice like a whisper but even that tone rang out clearly in this quiet lobby.

“If only he had continued to devote himself to his craftsmanship and devoted himself to the city glory and success would have been guaranteed.”

“That question is a bit wrong.”

Lennok laughed.

“Didn’t the Executor know that I was an outsider?”

“….”

“In order to participate in the selection ceremony I gave him the name Lyman and created an alibi by assuming the identity of my dead father-in-law.”

Lennok spoke calmly to Isabella who did not respond at all.

“I just got to where I am now as circumstances lead me. Isn’t it too late to blame anyone now?”

“okay. yes.”

Isabella said and grabbed the amplifier device she was holding in her hand.

The four blades that were folded inward opened and the magic power rotating between them was amplified like crazy turning into a sphere of light.

A magic sphere the size of a fist. However the magic power compressed and rotating within it is powerful enough to evaporate the clock tower.

With that magic light alone the dark clock tower lobby glowed so brightly that it seemed like it would blind one’s eyes.

Puzzle!!

Isabella said moving the amplifier and aiming the light bulb at Lennok’s back.

“So now it’s time to take responsibility for what I did back then.”

Isabella’s calm voice is the only thing that resonates through the invisible brilliance.

“We secured circumstantial evidence and related testimony at the scene that you are the criminal wearing the iron mask. You are being arrested on charges of 12 special felonies including treason for assassinating Meister and Ex Machina members. Close your eyes and put both hands out in front of you. “I will not allow any comments until the transport is over.”

“It’s a rebellion….”

Lennok tilted his head back while muttering that.

He grinned not caring that the floating light sphere was getting one step closer.

“It seems Hermes thought so about this incident.”

“Lyman. “I’m sure we’ve talked about it before right?”

Isabella said that and immediately strengthened the hand holding the amplifier.

“I hate saying things twice.”

Paaaaaa!!!

The light sphere at the end of the amplifying device rotated and was shot accurately toward Lennok’s back.

A tremendous amount of light exploded in front of the two people’s eyes illuminating the entire area with hellish heat.

Kugwagwagwa!!!

Isabella’s expression did not waver at all as she fired a magic cannon at the craftsman who repaired her equipment.

She knew that she had to come to a conclusion when the name Lyman began to mean more than just a craftsman.

Quaaaa!!

Without hesitation he reaches out into the storm of heat that makes it impossible to see ahead and grabs Lennok’s collar without hesitation.

“If you are truly a criminal who has turned his mentality upside down there is no way you can’t endure this much.”

Whoop!!

“The only thing left is to drag you away and reveal the whole story in the interrogation room…!!”

However the moment Isabella stopped speaking when she realized that what was at her fingertips was not Lennok but someone holding her hand.

Hwaaaaa!!

Beyond the magic flame someone wearing an iron mask walked in front of her without hesitation.

A ferocious and explosive horsepower that cannot be compared to Lyman.

Behind the Iron Mask who walked forward with overwhelming lethality Lennok was looking back at her with an expressionless face.

“…!!!”

The moment when Isabella felt very confused and her face hardened at the fact that the identity of the Iron Mask was not Lyman.

Lennok said slowly standing up.

“I’m sorry it happened this way Isabella.”

“This is…!!”

The moment when Isabella shook off the iron mask’s hand stepped back and quickly placed her hand on the communicator.

The iron mask penetrated the gap between her and kicked Isabella in the solar plexus.

Wow!!

“…!!!”

An ultra-fast strike that seemed to split the space itself and compress the movement to the limit.

Isabella’s body unable to even react was suddenly bent and fell as if thrown against the wall of the clock tower.

Kwaaaa!!

“Kahak!!”

However even while screaming in pain Isabella did not let go of the control of the magical power contained in the amplifier.

The executioner’s strong mental power and outstanding talent were manipulating the output despite the shock that was enough to cut off consciousness.

The huge sphere of light that followed Isabella transformed into a pillar of light like a flash of light.

In an instant it became a heavy bombardment that blew away the clock tower itself and fell to the ground.

Paaaaa!!

However the iron mask standing in front of Lennok muttered quietly while looking at the falling condensation of magic power.

[…It’s a nostalgic sound.]

A hard unidentifiable sound rang out behind the iron mask.

[It was such an old memory that I didn’t recognize it for a while.]

“Cough!! what…?”

[Did you say he repaired your equipment? I see. Clark has already….]

Isabella’s expression distorted as she saw the iron mask quietly lowering its head unable to continue speaking.

Not only did I know Clark Lenslit’s name but I also felt a strong sense of discomfort from the sight of him appearing shaken upon realizing his death.

Meanwhile Iron Mask tilted his head crookedly and began to slowly walk forward.

[It’s all my fault Isabella.]

“…What are you?”

[It’s all my responsibility. sorry.]

“Take off your mask and show your face…!!!”

The moment when Isabella shot low and used the magic contained in the amplification device as a bullet to fire with all her might.

The being wearing the iron mask struck away the magic bullet with one hand and bounced it to the side.

Kwaaaa!!

The wall of the clock tower explodes as if it were exploding sending out a strong wave of hot air.

A noisy communication network. The sharp presence of the executioners surrounding the clock tower beginning to move in unison is felt one after another.

In the midst of the intense temperature that was enough to melt the ground in an instant the Iron Mask lightly waved away the heat waves.

Through the heat Iron Mask spoke without looking back at Lennok.

[I don’t plan on giving you a separate signal so start at your own pace.]

“I will take care of that. But is it okay?”

Lennok asked nodding towards the other side of the completely destroyed Clock Tower building after the fever had subsided.

“It seems like a lot to deal with alone.”

The shadows of superhumans revealing their presence one by one beyond the dust storm.

Each of them scatters sharp and sharply refined murderous intent and focuses their gaze from all directions.

A momentary exchange with Isabella.

However as if using the pillar of light that destroyed the clock tower as a signal other executioners began to move.

In fact it seems as if dozens of executors are being handed over to one woman at the same time.

However at Lennok’s words Iron Mask let out a cold sneer as if it were not appropriate.

[Stop talking nonsense and just watch from behind.]

Slam!!

As Iron Mask lightly waved his hand Sotaedo was caught in his hand on one forearm.

The appearance of the Iron Mask casually walking forward while holding the sharp silver blade backwards.

[Because there will be no such thing as defeat in this city.]