Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 685

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Chapter 685

The oldest lineage (7)

Although Lennok faced Baegon, he was arrogant and violent, but his talent was an excellent wizard.

The more talented a wizard is, the more rational intuition that sees everything objectively.

In that sense, it is strange that Baegon believed himself to be the King’s apprentice without any circumstance.

On the contrary, it is also true that Ming has no reason to deny Baygon and lie.

‘The other side of death. gap between fantasy and reality. mission and tools.’

If you guess what Myung muttered while he was unconscious, you can guess the truth a little bit.

If, as Ermong said, in the process of obtaining qualifications and preparing for Myeong, if a major mental problem occurred.

If it’s at a level where you can’t remember what you said or did due to the shock or reaction that caused your personality to be separated.

If the existence of Myung cannot be defined as a single person, wouldn’t it be possible to understand what Baegon has shown so far?

[You have a sharp point. It’s all the more so in that it’s not very wrong.]

However, Myung laughed silently at Lennok’s question.

[But maybe not the way you think. The basis of my power is fundamentally different from your talent.]

“… … different?”

[Everything is different. Even the spell of the undesirable bloodline and this cursed black magic.]

You mean that you don’t value this transcendent power and the black magic that feels great?

However, Myung seemed to have no hesitation in undermining his power without hesitation.

[It’s not me, it’s a miracle created by twisting the curse and sacrifice I shouldered. It’s okay if you don’t care too much.]

“… … .”

Lennok’s guess was not completely wrong, but on the contrary, it was not completely correct.

Ming did not bother to deny that he was not one person, but on the contrary expressed doubts about the separateness of his personality.

That’s an answer closer to explaining the source of that power and the way it exists than the consciousness or subject of name.

Then again-

“Is it because the way that lineage exists is also related to the existence of foreign gods?”

[…] … .]

“The oldest mage family with the symbol of extinction… … Where did that start?”

Myeong did not immediately answer the question.

Instead, he slowly retrieved the darkness that had withdrawn Baegon’s existence and pushed it into the coffin.

The grip of the Dark Giant, which slowly loses its form and perishes in darkness as it withdraws its will.

Hundreds of chains stretched into the coffin are folded and rotated.

[It’s not difficult to reveal the old history and family’s shame, but… … .]

Only the sound of the sinking chains overlapped with Myung’s voice and resounded quietly.

[If the outside world is intertwined, it becomes troublesome to explain in writing. You must have already seen and returned from Machine City?]

“… … what?”

[Challenging transcendence is not a blessing or a privilege. Rather, it is a bond that is close to a curse.]

Myung said over the silent Lennok.

[That’s why sometimes, even if you have to force it, you need to hold it for a while.]

“… … .”

[I succeeded in leaving room for a while, but there are others who didn’t.]

At that moment, I felt a chilly cynicism permeate Myung’s tone.

[The renegades who forget the essence and dream of miracles close to corruption… … Maybe we’re always looking back at ourselves and laughing.]

Even though we had the qualifications to challenge the ascension, we deliberately delayed it.

And the fact that there are renegades who can’t stop because they can’t do it.

Even having a conversation seems difficult, but Myeong is trying to say something that can be explained as simply as possible.

It must be because of the existence of that huge black crown created by the power of extinction that Baegon opened.

It is because the power of the black crown, which is directly related to the oldest lineage, is forcibly holding the consciousness of Ming, which cannot exist here.

However, even with the power of the black crown, Ming’s will can’t be held for a long time, and that will begins to fade.

Myung also seemed to notice it and mocked himself.

[okay… … It’s just a moment’s worth of leisure. Even this moment was not planned.]

“… … .”

Rather than losing contact, it seemed as if the will of the name itself was gradually shaking.

A tired voice, as if being in this place was getting harder little by little.

[I’ve put a word in Highrea, so check it… … .]

“… … okay.”

Until just now, Myung couldn’t tell whether this place was real or the other side of consciousness.

Even so, he had a conversation, answered questions, and was even aware of the fact that Lennok had returned from Machine City.

It is unavoidable to admire the transcendent spirit that is clearly revealed even without expressing it.

[soon… … It was always like that.]

From the other side of the darkness, Myung felt as if he was laughing quietly.

[That’s why I need you, not me.]

With those words, the darkness burning inside the black coffin trembled dangerously.

The moment my voice reached the point where I couldn’t hear it anymore because it was completely muffled.

At the same time as the deafening silence, the darkness completely dissipated.

Faaaa!!

The black coffin containing Ming’s will was shattered on the spot.

The black, black giant tree that hung over my head convulsed from the root and withered and shrunk.

It turned into a handful of powder and collapsed on the spot.

Woooooo!!!

At the same time as the extinction of the giant tree that supported the underground cavity area, the earth’s axis shakes like crazy.

“ha… … You somehow survived today.”

Ermong slumped down in his place with a face that looked as if he was ten years older.

“… … It’s a little out of shape to ask now, but you’re not thinking of killing me yet, are you?”

The appearance of Ermong, who was quick to notice and prepare to run away. Lennox smiled at Ermong and looked away.

“I’ll save you. Take a guy named Glenn and get out of here.”

“Yeah, thank you. But why did he suddenly change his mind… … ?”

While walking along the collapsing underground corridor, I asked if Ermong had suddenly become curious.

Lennok responded while checking the life reaction of the surrounding area by triggering a sense of mana.

“If you have Myeong, it must be because it is useful.”

It seems certain that Ermong is acting as Pandemonium’s business now that it is difficult to move due to personal reasons.

It seems certain that Ermong is acting as Pandemonium’s business now that it is difficult to move due to personal reasons.

It’s not because Ermong is a black magician like Ming, it’s probably because there are more personal reasons or ties.

Even though Lennox was clearly aware of this, he had no intention of killing Ermong right here.

Hearing the answer, Ermong’s expression changed to trembling.

“… … ok Considering that you mentioned Highrea, I thought you were ready to enter Pandemonium.”

“… … .”

“What happened? I’m not doing this because I want to anyway… … Come to think of it, why am I even replacing the scout?”

As Ermong grumbled, he took out a jewel and threw it over his head, and

the wall of the collapsing underground cavity hardened in an instant and turned into a passage leading to the ground.

“Glen!!”

Ermong shouted with one foot straddling the hardened aisle.

“If it doesn’t come out quickly, I’ll just bury it all here and go… … !!”

bang!!

At that moment, an explosion exploded above Lennoc and Ermong’s heads, pouring down dozens of people.

Dozens of Glens wriggling their limbs with dazed expressions, and Armand desperately swinging his fists between them.

Ermong’s expression changed to bewilderment.

“… … Were you still fighting?”

“Cool!!”

Armand’s alter egos desperately try to shake off the pouring Glenn, but Glenn just rolls around with an expressionless face.

How he doesn’t care about a few Glenns who have been beaten up and have their mouths open and noses broken.

Unlike in the Handbook Well, he didn’t even seem to want to fight here.

Rather, he just kept saying things to Armand, who kept beating him up.

“It’s not like that.”

“shut up!!”

poop!!

Glenn, who collapsed with a sunken face, said blankly.

“Moving multiple bodies at the same time is done with the senses. Your head hurts.”

“Sounds useless… … !!”

“It’s easy to give up. accept it.”

Armand resists to get away from Glenn even as he falls through the collapsing sand pit.

Ermong looked at them, sighed, and shook his head.

“Who is teaching whom… … That’s why it’s hard to take this guy and that guy around.”

“Are you teaching?”

Lennok looked down at Glenn, who was being beaten like crazy by Armand.

“To me, it’s nothing more than a punching bag, nothing less.”

“Because he has a strange mental illness.”

Ermong replied plaintively.

“If you want to use a similar ability, I tend to think that it is you.”

“… … .”

“So I’m trying to teach you how to accept being a hive mind or something like yourself.”

Maybe that’s why you were telling Armand that it would be easier if you gave up.

If he considered Armand as the same person, he could understand why Glenn was being beaten quietly.

However, Lennok, who was watching Armand’s movements through the collapsing sand pit, immediately lit up his eyes.

“The alter ego manipulation is much better than before. Does that bullshit work in its own way?”

“More than that, if we just watch it like this, it wouldn’t be strange if we were all buried alive among the sand… … !!”

thud!

At that moment, the sand rose rapidly from under Lennoc and Ermong’s feet, and in an instant pushed the party to the ground.

Rapid updrafts that travel backwards through passages tens of meters underground.

Sand dust wriggled as if it were alive and spit out dozens of people at the same time through the collapsed pit.

Chow!!

The appearance of Ermong and Glenn Armand thrown out like a bounce behind a completely ruined oil field facility.

“Cool cool cool!!”

Ermong, who belatedly realized the situation when he saw Lennok, who had come down lightly behind him, shook his head.

“Manipulating the sand particles one by one with magic… … Aren’t you human too? Isn’t it like sand mole mixed race or something?”

“Even if you save me, you’ll just keep talking.”

Directly manipulating sand particles with magical power was something that Lennok had done without difficulty even before completing the hierarchy.

From the beginning, Lennok had never thought of dying by being buried alive in this vast desert.

“Woo-wook… … !!”

“Turn it off!!”

Perhaps it was because Lennok forcibly pulled them up by the collar, and it seems that everyone ate a lot of sand in the process.

Lennok nodded as he watched Armand and Glenn vomit and vomit sand.

“The Central Council is watching this agenda. You better move quickly.”

“Yep, that’s right. If only those friends come to their senses, it will go away quickly.”

Ermong rubbed his nose and smirked.

It seemed awkward to do such a gesture with the face of Saihan Zaun Ordis, but what if the black magician who occupied the body said he would use it like that?

Lennok looked at Ermong like that and asked.

“The oldest lineage. Those words are not the story of Myeong alone.”

“… … .”

“I guess you have a reason for that too. Isn’t it?”

Lennok, who competed in the Labyrinth with Ermong as Evan, had some idea of his identity.

An ancient black magician who survived for hundreds of years with only his ritual left behind.

The ceremonial warfare technique developed by him, in which he freely changes human bodies, can be said to be a high-quality magic that even Lennok acknowledged.

If Myeong persisted in keeping such a black magician alive, wouldn’t it be because the black magician named Ermong was also deeply intertwined with the curses and bloodlines mentioned by Myeong?

Ermong, who secretly wiped his nose-digging hand on his pants, raised his gaze without a word.

His eyes, which had not shown any emotion until now, felt as if they were gloomyly sinking.

“well. I’ve lived my whole life not caring about such things.”

“… … .”

“I just want to kill the weak, get rid of the things that get in my way, and get out of the bonds of the body and live freely.”

Ermong shrugged.

“Even if it had anything to do with it, I don’t think it was necessarily because of me.”

“Uh uh uh… … .”

Glenn, who is spitting sand, is carried by Glenn, who is fine, and Glenn, who has a sunken facial bone, picks up Glenn, who has a broken leg.

“If you’re interested in the old lineage, you’d better look for other families, not me.”

Ermong smiled as he turned around to follow Glenn, who was looking back with blurry eyes.

“As he said, this family has already been completely crushed and there is no room left.”

“… … .”

“Let’s see. I think there were a couple more besides Myoldun and Gonggyeong… … Maybe there will be more if we look for them?”

Five families with the oldest mage lineage.

Among them, besides the lineage of the Ming, who dealt with black magic, did there exist more families called Endurance and Honor?

“I heard that very old ancient magic is being handled by the Spell Federation. You can’t say it’s not related.”

Order Federation of the Central Front. Does it mean that there is a high possibility that the oldest lineage belongs to the place where all the magic in the world is harvested?

Lennok nodded.

“Remember.”

It was difficult to completely trust Ermong’s memory, who had skipped hundreds of years, but it would be better than not having it.

The fragments of the extinct Acrotrinier tried to replace and absorb the mana of Ming, even after abandoning the humans it encroached on.

Just recognizing why the oldest bloodlines are so closely related to foreign powers is a valuable clue.

Thinking so, Lennok looked at the back of the warlock as he walked away.

It’s easy to forget with a frivolous and light attitude, but in the first place, he has a personality close to a villain who doesn’t care about the sacrifices of others.

Even if I killed him here, I don’t feel much remorse or guilt.

I thought about killing Ermong halfway here and then capturing him alive and handing him over to the council–

but since he already has a foot in Pandaemonium, there’s no reason to use his hands any more here.

Having made that decision, Lennok erased even the vague worries that remained in a corner of his mind.

“what? What kind of chills suddenly… … .”

Ermong, who was trembling and walking faster, smiled at Lennok and turned his steps back.

An aide looking at Lennok with a disfigured face sitting in a daze between the sand pits.

I didn’t hear about the existence of Ming or the Fragment of Extinction because I was fighting Glenn, so there’s no need to guess.

“… … Is everything over now?”

Lennok looked at Armand and nodded.

“Roughly. I’m going to tell the city council the whole story, so could you call for another airship?”

* * *

Inside a room filled with thousands of screens.

The ceiling and floor were filled with screens, and papers and research materials piled up like a mountain fluttered.

Crush rustle!!

A strange sight where the sound from the screen replaces the silence and the light on the screen replaces the lighting in the room.

Only the shaking of the piles of paper piled up in between collapses is felt intermittently.

Woooo!!

At that moment, one of the lines scattered randomly on the floor of the room was activated.

The moment when a man walked out of the piles of paper and casually stepped on the wire with his foot.

-doctor.

A cold voice resounded quietly in the room.

“I am listening.”

The doctor threw the wad of paper that he was carrying in both hands with difficulty and said.

thud!!

– The surroundings are noisy. Is it okay?

“don’t mind. Because it’s nothing.”

As the doctor, who was sitting on top of the wad of paper he had thrown, stretched out his hand, a coffee cup was created in the air and emitted hot smoke.

“It takes time in vain to filter out the dummy data pouring in from outside the open sea. Thanks to you, the observation room is messed up.”

Instant created by realizing the coordinates of a cup and hot coffee powder on the spot.

However, there was a hint of satisfaction on the doctor’s face as he tilted his glass.

“I really like the taste of this rotting brain.”

-… … .

“The combination of cheap drugs and hormone modifiers is like squeezing your brain. It would be perfect if the magic collapse line was exposed here, but… … It really tastes like the two of you eat it and then both of you go after it.”

Among the piles of paper piled up like a mountain, the doctor slumped and muttered with a hazy expression.

“It’s like Makina’s business, and if you uselessly spread your hands, problems will arise… … Who will be held responsible if the storage device is broken… … ”

-Dr. Where is Ermong now?

“Ermong? Why is that friend?”

-In order to infiltrate the central front, he needs a ritual before his ritual. I don’t want to cause unnecessary fuss.

“hmm… … After drinking all the remaining coffee, the doctor corrected his posture and sat down

.

“Tell me more.”

-I know where he is.

Soryu’s voice suddenly changed sharply.

– Is there any reason you can’t tell me?

“Let’s listen and talk.”

To the doctor’s nonchalant reply, Soryu was silent for a moment before replying.

-Jannicus Barbaria joined Blue Eyes. I gave in to the showdown with the lighthouse keeper and accepted defeat.

“… … Are you talking about the ruler of Barbaria? Kaiushu?”

The wall Janicus Barbaria.

An 8th-level physical person and a tyrant who ruled the small city of Kaiushu in the Western Continent.

Even Dr. Nogoe-ro, who had not been shaken in the slightest by his stature even though his mind and body had been weakened by a long illness, had heard of the name.

“I heard that the old man has a very eccentric temper, but a young lighthouse keeper subdued such an old man?”

-According to the message from the field, it seems that you completely inherited the lighthouse keeper’s abilities.

Looking at the interested doctor, Soryu spoke in a low voice.

-A magnetic field of heavenly vision was observed in her.