Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 790

Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine, Chapter 790

Prophet of Yoreta (4)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… … !!

A gray giant who broke the thick ice barrier and stood up.

The skin dried and twisted like a mummy in the cold chill, and on the contrary, the dazzling armor that did not fade at all.

Only the grotesquely distorted face peeking through the helmet proves that he is not alive and moving.

“Mr. Mr. X… … ! What the hell is the guardian spirit!!”

“Why is such a monster imprisoned in a prison like this!!”

Even if they don’t know what the Guardian Spirit is, there is no one who hasn’t felt that overwhelming pressure and terrifying coldness.

While widening the distance with a terrified face, he glances in all directions to replace a place to escape.

Lennok looked up at the giant with his arms folded in the midst of the prisoners backing away from the ice barrier.

“The corpse of a guardian spirit who died a long time ago… … .”

Lennok was lost in thought as he watched the Frostlord glaring at him, his icy breath flowing.

An armored figure and a human-like skeleton.

It is only a gigantic body measuring several meters, but its appearance itself looks very similar to a human.

‘Humanoid. Was it also Young-soo with a considerable level of intellect? It’s the first time I’ve seen this type.’

To put it bluntly, the only time Lennok saw the Guardian Spirit was the one he created himself.

When Tatiana explained about the Guardian Spirit, it didn’t feel like she was referring to a humanoid.

Is this Frost Lord who is dead here unique, or did there exist many spirits of this type a long time ago?

Either way, it was a question for which there was no immediate answer.

More than that, Lennok focused on the meaning of the words left by the author of the travelogue itself.

The curse of metamorphosis.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the curse the Ascendant’s Handbook referred to was the death of the Frostlord.

‘That’s how it was called when one’s essence was eaten and destroyed by a top predator.’

After retracing the conversation in the conscious world of the handbook, Lennok slowly raised his mana.

The battle was unavoidable at the point when it was recognized that the Frost Lord encroached on the entire 5th floor and blocked this space.

If you’re lucky, you can get your hands on the curse of metamorphosis here.

hard… … !!

I wrapped magicians around my fingertips, hooked them to the graveyards scattered around, and pulled them.

Awesome!!

Following that hand gesture, the surrounding graveyard was pulled out from under the ground, wrapped around the sorcerer, and dragged behind Lennok’s back.

“Stop, Prophet!!”

The giant asked with an urgent expression.

“Are you going to deal with that?”

“The type that is not alive but capable of combat. It appears to deal with a wide range of powerful cold spells.”

thump, thump!!

Lennok replied as he watched the Frostlord walk away with strong kicks.

“If it’s enough to freeze the entire 5th floor underground just by breathing, the range of effect itself must be enormous.”

“what… … ?”

bang!!

Lennok murmured as he dragged the sorcerer along and put together dozens of tombstones pulled from the ground.

“Rather than unnecessarily widening the distance, it would be better to deal with it quickly with a short battle.”

“No, you don’t mean that!”

The giant shook his head hurriedly and asked.

“I have to run away, how the hell are you going to deal with something like that!!”

“I don’t know about you, but I have some business to do with that guardian spirit beast.”

Lennok turned his gaze to the giant.

Strange eyes flashed through the obsidian mask, and the giant’s eyes trembled.

“If you want to live, run away on your own. I won’t dry it.”

“… … Can we win?”

“It’s not like you can’t get an estimate at all.”

Lennok laughed at the question the giant murmured startled.

“Rather than that, would it be all right if we chatted like that over there?”

thud!

At that moment, the frost lord, who had been slowly walking towards him, stopped.

The Guardian Spirit Beast, who was looking down at the ground with a withered face, opened his mouth wide and breathed in, and cold winds were sucked in from all directions at great speed.

oh oh… … !!

It’s to the point where you feel as if the air pressure around you changes instantly just by breathing in.

The moment when the giant, sensing what would happen immediately after, threw his body to the side with all his might, and Lennok raised his finger wrapped around the sorcerer.

[Gwaaaaaaa!!!!]

A tremendous storm of cold burst from within the Frostlord’s mouth.

Aaaaaaa!!!

The figure of the Guardian Spirit Beast that scatters cold frosty brilliance and blows strong winds as if shooting lasers.

All the graveyards embedded in the ground were ripped out, and the corpses of the prisoners buried in them were scattered like toys.

“Aaaaaaa!!”

Prisoners who were still alive fled frantically, screaming desperately.

A fierce gale that could turn the entire garden upside down.

All they could do was make a desperate run, and not get caught up in the frozen storm the Frost Lord spewed out.

Is that one of the monsters trapped in the basement of the memorial tower and the one who turned this place into a demonic world?

A monster that not only froze the entire prison with its own breath, but also moved freely even after death and coveted the energy of the living.

It is not an opponent that can be knocked down by facing it head-on.

It’s insane to be sane and face-to-face with that thing.

However, in the midst of desperately running away, Geohan looked away and found the prophet wearing a shadow robe standing still, widening his eyes.

Dozens of tombstones that Lennok had picked up beforehand through a magician.

The moment the frost lord spewed out the storm, Lennok stuck the tombstone he had pulled out into the ground again and supported it to survive being swept away by the storm.

The other prisoners also vomited all sorts of harsh curse words, as if they confirmed it belatedly.

“Crazy bastard. Are you crazy because you want to die?!”

“it’s okay. If you’re a prophet, you’ll know whether you live or die. What do I care about!!”

“Look at that. it started… … !!”

The prisoners, who turned their attention to the words someone inadvertently shouted, opened their mouths as they saw the battle unfold in earnest.

A gray giant in armor. The Frostlord’s form seemed to stagger greatly, then he disappeared on the spot.

Wedge liquid!!

The shape of a giant slamming down on Lennok’s place at great speed.

The shock caused the stair section of the memorial tower to shake and the ground to vibrate.

Kwaaaaang!!

Lennok’s new model, which disappeared immediately after, appeared on the shoulder of the Frost Lord and pulled the sorcerer.

Doo doo doo!!

Even in the midst of this, the Guardian Spirit countermeasures by hitting both arms as if swimming on the ground, and pushing the body up with the recoil.

Lennok also attached hundreds of strands of magician to block the giant’s movement, and added strength by hanging a string on the graveyards embedded in the surroundings.

Kung, Kung, Kwaaang!!

The appearance of the Frost Lord rushing in with an extended shockwave, and Lennok, who read the movement in advance and tried to tie it up.

The battles crossed between the giant and the sorcerer, and whenever their gaze passed, waves rolled over the land and a magical storm raged.

Guguaguagua!!!

Brilliant explosions erupted from all directions, pounding the frost lord’s body, and hundreds of magicians swayed like waves, entangling the giant’s limbs.

The shimmering magician’s soft glow shone over the green field.

I forgot that the prisoners were fleeing and watched the majestic sight of the silver rain falling as Lennock waved his hand.

“It’s beautiful… … .”

“Is that a human like us?”

“I was not a prophet. An unbelievable monster… … !!”

It doesn’t matter what kind of prophet the prophet was with in prison.

The only thing that matters is that the sorcerer had overwhelming incompetence to the extent that he could fight the monster trapped in the memorial tower.

Seeing the prisoners running away in a panic, Geohan gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

“… … As the barrier collapsed, the road opened. The Prophet runs away while dealing with that monster.”

* * *

“Hey, heck!!”

The giant led his prisoners, desperately fleeing from the Frostlord’s breath, over the broken wall.

A steep ramp winding past the garden.

When I crossed the hill, I saw a sheer cliff behind it, and only a small lift built at the end.

Bump, rattle!!

“Su, the elevator is broken!!”

“Damn it, how can I… … !!”

An absurdly long distance to climb a cliff with bare hands.

While the bewildered prisoners banged and fidgeted to fix the elevator, Geohan checked under the instrument panel and gritted his teeth.

It was because the writings left by the author of the travelogue were scribbled under the instrument panel of this elevator.

[A broken elevator. It is not something left on the premise that it will work in the first place.]

[The escape process itself is a trap, it seems to catch the spirit and body that escaped prison and feed them.

[Strictly speaking, it means that it doesn’t matter whether you escape the prison or not.]

“Ha, a trap… … Damn it, that’s what he said… … .”

Did the prophet already know the fact that the author of the travelogue had only reached this point?

Geohan shook his head, unable to hide his absurdity, but quickly read the remaining message.

[The way the Frost Lord goes to rest is the result of artificial measures, and it is a preservation method that the dead Guardian Spirit alone cannot do.]

[It is presumed to be the work of an evil spirit that roams the basement of the memorial tower, so if you know how to deal with military spirits, try talking to them. I didn’t meet because I escaped right away.]

“Then how did you escape… … !!”

The giant pounded the instrument panel anxiously, but the words written there only told the miserable reality.

[In my personal opinion, it seems likely that he is disguising himself as a prisoner and urging escape.]

[Beware of traitors.]

“…….”

Having read that far, the giant’s body froze on the spot.

It was because after I started reading the travelogue, I belatedly remembered that no one had spoken except for the giant.

Calm silence without any noise. A vast graveyard where no presence can be felt.

It must be an illusion. Everyone must be following the giant and focusing on the message.

That moment when the giant thought so and suddenly turned his gaze back.

“Why are you so late in noticing?”

The heads of the decapitated prisoners were floating in the air, shedding tears of blood, looking at the giant.

“Aaaaaaa!!”

The giant had a fit and stepped back, tripping on a tombstone and falling down.

On the face of the fallen giant, the blood of the prisoners with only their heads dripped down.

As if proving that it had just been cut, infinitely red and hot fresh blood.

“Ahhh… … .”

It was only then that a person bent over the head of the giant who had fallen in a daze and looked down at him.

“Do you know why I left this text here?”

The old man who was trying to escape with the giant was looking at him with a smile on his face.

In the old man’s hand was a bloody yam sword that did not suit his physique.

“The reactions of your friends who look back after reading all the travelogues like you are so funny.”

“Heh, heh… … !!”

“I purposely leave one guy alive and kill all the others until I finish reading the text. how is it?”

The old man slowly raised his sword as he watched the giant tremble without being able to say anything.

“I couldn’t catch the guy who left this message, but I’m satisfied because I got a fun game thanks to him-”

Woooooo!!

At that moment, a huge shadow fell from above the two of them.

The shape of a lump that crushed the ground and tombstones all at once, and erased all traces of them.

Stepping on the helpless gray giant, someone wearing a black robe was looking down at them.

“Sir, Prophet… … !!”

The giant shuddered and shouted at him, and the old man holding the yam sword slightly frowned.

“Oh, it’s way too fast. Did you destroy the Guardian Spirit’s corpse in that moment?”

“It’s not something I’ve done in a day or two to deal with these guys.”

Lennok, who carelessly rubbed his shoulders, responded.

It is said that giants are not compatible with manipulation techniques, but it is already the third time I have dealt with these monsters.

Kavahim’s Grand Duke Gillian, the 8 Apostles Kamrodal, and even the Guardian Spirit, the Frost Lord.

Apart from the sangseong, it wouldn’t be strange if Lennok also had a knack for this type of combat.

As a result, Lennok crushed the frost lord’s corpse without even taking out a special type summoner in this empty field where it was not appropriate to be caught as a magician.

“That must be the mysterious ghost that roams the basement stairs of the memorial tower.”

dump!!

Stepping on the fallen frost lord’s corpse, Lennok laughed at the old man holding the sword.

“Even though he was crazy, he was hiding among the prisoners and watching their reaction. It’s a bad hobby.”

“…….”

“Although it is said to have fallen, I want to check how strong the manki of Yorta is.”

Aww… … !!

I heard the sound of a string being pulled tight somewhere, but the magician was nowhere to be seen.

Lennok asked calmly as the old man realized the fact and frowned.

“Shall we try it?”

“no. It can’t be.”

The old man with a bright smile replied as he slowly collected the yam.

“Because a depraved being like me cannot lay hands on the ring’s owner… … .”

“…….”

ring of the guide. Did you already know about the owner of the soul?

Considering that the spiritual body of the guide is also a fallen being who was banished from Yorta, wouldn’t there be a separate rule applied to the fallen being?

“I was trying to have some fun while you were playing with this corpse… … well, that’s it.”

The old man, who was giggling at the giant who survived alone, turned his back without regret.

“After the night trip, it’s something you never know about. Until then, if you’re still intact, let’s see you again.”

shhh!!

With an unpleasant clicking sound, the old model of the old man disappeared as if he had washed it on the spot.

It was only then that the giant broke out in a cold sweat and barely let out the breath he was holding back.

“haha… … !!”

“If you’re not going to listen to me, you should have listened to the advice of the experience book.”

said Lennok, patting the Frostlord’s corpse in an expressionless tone.

“you you… … Who are you?”

The giant asked, sitting there helplessly.

“Who the hell are you, as if you know everything in a crazy place like this… … !!”

“Ah, this way.”

Lennok, ignoring the cowardly giant’s question, lifted the Frost Lord’s head with a sorcerer.

As I grabbed hold of the pale, hardened mouth of the Guardian Spirit and opened it wide, I could see something glowing in a faint golden light in the back of my throat.

Through Yeongsu’s mouth, something hidden inside his throat.

“Compared to the Guardian Spirit’s weight class, the power of the exhaled breath was too strong.”

Lennok found an old scroll and picked it up.

“If there was a secret, I thought it would be inside the Guardian Spirit-”

Lennok, who opened the scroll without hesitation, stopped talking and smiled wryly.

Inside the scroll, it was written in the same font as the travelogues he had seen so far.

“He’s a funny guy. Dealing with the guardian spirit beast wasn’t enough, so you left a message inside?”

I thought he was an unusual person for leaving a self-proclaimed record of his experiences in prison, but I never thought he would have left such a message in the body of the Guardian Spirit.

I don’t know who the author of this record is, but it seemed likely that he was a person with a fairly unusual and foreign mindset.

After all, that’s why he tried to record all kinds of strange advice in prison like this.

However, Lennok’s smile slowly faded the moment he checked the contents of the scroll.

[The curse of metamorphosis is the ending of beings with origins beyond the vessel, and I have been interested in it for a long time.]

[Perhaps because he was born with a talent that did not fit the subject, and he felt a sense of sympathy for facing an unwanted death.]

“…….”

The writings of the author of the experience that feels strange somewhere.

Lennok read the rest of the text, frowning at the discomfort tickling a corner of his head.

[Guardian spirits are spirits who are born in the realm, have intelligence, and materialize themselves.]

[It can be said that I have found a new life beyond life and death with its existence alone.]

[The conclusion I found in Mugan was different from that, but the meaning itself was not different.]

“… … Find a conclusion from Mugan?”

Did the author who left this record of experiences leave these words after he had already entered the world?

The moment Lennok muttered along to the fact and read the text again.

[That’s why I decided to come back to life from the dead and leave a record of my experiences in Yorta.]

“…….”

Only then did Lennok realize who the author of this travelogue was.

An origin beyond the vessel. Off-topic talent.

He is knowledgeable enough to explore the dungeons of the memorial tower in Yoreta and leave advice.

A person with enough skill to replace the flow of the curse he wants in infinity and draw a conclusion.

A being that claims to have come back to life from the dead.

“Ethan Bajour… … .”

The author who came to Yorta long before Lennok and left a record in the form of a travelogue.

He was the head of Dead Rise and the son of Kaise.

That moment when I casually muttered that name with a wry smile.

Paaaa… … !!!

With a dazzling golden glow from the bottom of the scroll, hidden phrases began to emerge.

[Recognize the startup keyword of Papyrus Aureus.]

[Checking 1 unique internal organ consumption method.]

[Do you want to use the Resurrection Sake?]

Lennok’s expression changed strangely as he read the phrase on the papyrus.

“… … Resurrection wine?”