Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 938

The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 938

Anathema (12)

I feel a sharp pain as if my eyes are being pierced by needles.

The senses have become so dull that one cannot even realize that one’s eyes are open.

Feisha vomited out the blood welling up in her throat and lowered her head.

“Pfft…!!!!”

“Lord Grisburn. “I see you woke up.”

“…gaffer.”

Claude Azlan, covered in blood, was walking while supporting Feisha.

Feisha, who was staring at him blankly with blood streaming from her mouth, asked.

“How did the fight go?”

“As discussed with the tower owner in advance, this is the road heading outside of Etanok.”

Innocent, who was dragging the tattered Dopo, answered softly.

“Our role is over at the point where the distinction between the front line and the back line has become meaningless.”

His head was slightly lowered, and his expression looked tired, as if he was about to pass out at any moment.

“The tower owner will handle the rest himself.”

“….”

The original plan was to establish a front line with the two as the front line and crush Anathema through unlimited firepower projection from the rear.

However, things went awry when Anathema, under the protection of the cult leader, unleashed an apostolic technique and Lennok encountered the leader.

Anathema, who noticed Lennok’s absence by analyzing the pattern of the spell bombardment, overwhelmed the two vanguards in that moment and left them in a near-death state.

Intelligence that analyzes the pouring magic even while fighting two level 8 warriors. As soon as he recognizes the sense of incongruity, he has the judgment to raise the tempo of attack and defense and forcefully suppress the two vanguards.

The reason Claude and Feisha, who were in poor condition, were able to withstand Anathema, who was an excellent warrior even when she was alive, was because they were restricting Anathema’s movements by controlling the area through spell bombing.

However, when the fire support of the rear guard became meaningless, the balance tilted, and the two spearmen who had held out until Lennok arrived suffered fatal wounds, making it difficult to fight.

At that point, Lennok decided that it was pointless to deal with Anathema by dividing the vanguard and rearguard any longer, so he asked her to tie Anathema’s feet for the last time and immediately had her leave the battlefield.

“From the moment things started like this, did you intend to end things with your own hands?…”

As soon as she heard the innocent answer, Feisha understood the situation and made a twisted expression.

“You have such an unlucky way of thinking that I want to kill you now and then. “I should have broken that arrogance a long time ago.”

“I don’t think this is something that Lord Grisbeon, who was defeated by the Tower Lord once, would say…”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Feisha screamed and threw away Claud’s arm that was supporting her.

She gritted her teeth as she glared at Claude, who retreated with a bitter smile.

“You too would be defeated by that guy and dragged around like a dog.”

“Is that why you are following the tower owner like this? “As a result, you can’t deny the fact that the two of us were used like tools to get the best results, right?”

Innocence said as he slowly squeezed out the blood stained from the douche.

“Even though he joined us late while concentrating on fire support from thousands of meters away, he immediately saw our situation and determined the time to scrape the remaining forces to the ground.”

“….”

“Admit it. “The fact that the youngest and most inexperienced wizard among us was the best commander of anyone on this battlefield.”

“You’re talking like that guy already won. “Isn’t it already too early to talk about victory?”

Feisha chuckled.

“Anathema was a dirty traitor, but her strength and skills were just as I remembered. “Even considering the fact that he has not been able to adapt to the body of an apostle, it would not be certain whether fastness will win.”

The only attendees gathered at this meeting were those who were noticeably older or past their prime than at the time of the civil war.

However, the name of Anathema, who was exiled from reality, is not bound by the flow of time.

It would not be surprising if he became even stronger by fighting against strongmen when he became the sixth apostle by holding the hand of the cult leader.

“Maybe so. “I’m not seeing the specific circumstances myself.”

As innocence said that, he glanced behind his back.

“But I think I know who wants to end this fight first.”

“…what?”

Paaaaaa!!!!

At that moment, Feisha realized that the sky was shining with blue light.

The pain that pierced both eyes was not the aftermath of the battle, but the amount of light that exceeded the limit.

The time has not yet dawned. The sky, which should be pitch black, is overflowing with blue light.

A bright blue shooting star falling through dark clouds.

A meteor so small that it could not be seen with the naked eye was coloring the entire sky blue with its brilliance alone.

“No way…”

Feisha’s entire body immediately stiffened in fear as she turned her gaze toward the sky.

A ray of light opens up the sky and falls below the battlefield where she had been fighting for her life just moments ago.

This is because she had once seen the extreme nature of an archmage who refused and overpowered any kind of power struggle.

Feisha, whose complexion had turned pale, couldn’t control her expression and stammered.

“Is it a lightning strike from that time?…”

“…Is this a spell you know?”

“That was the last magic the wizard used on me.”

A magic that he could not block even for a single moment even if he sacrificed his entire body and mind.

From the center, the light of the thunderbolt declared the end of Feisha, who had survived through countless lines of fire, with such ease that it seemed futile.

I can still clearly see the lightning that fell from the sky at that time.

Now, how can we explain the reputation that the magician gave us about that magic?

Feisha barely managed to mutter, unable to control her trembling shoulders.

“It is a spell that turns night into day.”

* * *

The brilliance of the thunderbolt pierced through the thick clouds that should have obscured even the moonlight, spinning and engulfing everything in existence.

What illuminates all the visible sky and turns night into day is a very small cube floating in the sky above the battlefield.

[Thunder Light]

[Thunder Void] [Lightning Deflection]

[Potential Resonance

: Harmonics]

I’m holding my breath!!

Lightning, amplified into tens of thousands of branches, colors the sky and compresses it to the limit.

The concept of a thunderbolt, which only has a beginning and an end, is connected to its limits and molded to create a real substance.

Load and Repulsion Resonance and Diffusion Compression and Shaping.

Add rotation and melting, and mix in a power that does not belong to Lennok at the end.

The eight nature changes and one will were harmonized and transformed into the shape of an octahedron.

Blah blah blah blah!!!!

The space burns and twists just by existing in the force that holds the thoughts that should have been extinguished long ago in the heat of overcoming the limit in a material form.

The radiance of the octahedron slowly falling from the air was followed by a bizarre aftereffect of space being torn apart and falling apart.

Blah blah blah!!!

The moment one of the hundreds of thousands of controls and calculations that maintain that material goes astray, all the thunderbolts forming the octahedron will twist and set the world on fire.

It is not even the realm of skills and tricks experience or learning.

Forcibly bringing out possibilities not allowed to humans with talent that goes beyond limitations.

It is one of the reaching points of the lightning-type unique magic that even Lennok has to draw on Dabi’s computing power to draw.

Review.

[Sassang Trust (沙上申雷)]

Rumbling!!!

[You’re out of your mind, wizard!!!]

Anathema let out a rough breath and screamed with terrifying murderous intent.

The moment Anathema saw that, she also knew that everything Lennok said was true.

If you get hit by that spell, you die.

As an apostle, it is not a level where you cannot regenerate, but a power that requires you to be ready for eternal destruction even under the protection of the religious leader.

The Six Apostles, who were glaring at Lennok as if they were going to tear him to death at any moment, could not hold back their anger and screamed.

[After a battle with all your heart, the only thing you were aiming for was Dongguijin, who blows up the entire battlefield! I guess I misread you from the beginning!!]

The result is not the secret secret of an archmage who twists space and kills. Actually, if that had been the case, I wouldn’t have been so angry.

A power that completely breaks away from the concept of hierarchy itself by suppressing the attributes it can handle to the limit.

The way it exists is closer to that of the ascendant than anything alive and breathing here and now.

In a way, it is literally a technique of pushing one’s talent infinitely and forcing oneself to go beyond a certain level.

It is proof that this abominable wizard’s talent is not only comparable to that of the Ascended, but may even be greater than that.

Anathema was angry at the answer of the wizard who chose Donggwijin even though he had such talent.

But Lennok chuckled even after hearing Anathema’s words.

“How can you call yourself a wizard if you die after being swept away by a spell you chanted?”

[What…?]

“This is the magic I pulled out to kill just you right here.”

Lennok nodded, looking at the cube of ideological trust falling from above.

“I will leave the process to you, but the result is mine alone. “It is my job to kill you and put an end to this fight.”

[Bullshit…!!]

Even though they have brought out a strategic weapon that will annihilate the entire satellite city of Etanok, they still have the means to avoid it?

However, even though Anathema said that, she did not hastily attack Lennok.

Even if Lennok is killed now, it is unlikely that the chant of ideological trust will be canceled.

Rather, it would not be surprising if the magic that lost its caster went on a rampage, swept away Ethanok, and attacked Anathema.

[No matter how powerful the spell is, if it cannot be hit in the end, it is useless…!!]

After making a quick decision, Anathema immediately increased her magical power with all her might.

[In that case, as long as you don’t get hit directly, that’s it!!]

Divided zone: Western ring

[Toyeolbaecheon (土列排天)]

Kugwagwagwagwa!!!

Dozens of meters of earth fragments shot out around Anathema, transforming into an earth shield that split the sky.

They intersect diagonally, harden in an instant, and surround the barrier dozens of times.

A barrier of earth, each made with apostolic techniques, boasting a strength greater than that of the highest level defense techniques.

By deploying just one, the barrier and ideological trust collide, providing protection close to immunity from most physical attacks.

The barrier of earth and water crumbled like grains of sand and collapsed.

Blah blah blah!!!!

A tiny shooting star falls quietly between the walls that collapse and evaporate as soon as they are built.

Anathema, unable to believe the unrealistic destruction and fall, let out a scream that could not be put into words.

Immediately after the Apostolic Art that had been built with all its might was completely destroyed, a helpless reaction to the destruction of the magic came.

[Oooooooh?!!!]

Blood spurted out from every pore on the apostle’s face.

A shooting star flashes above Anathema’s head as she stumbles and screams desperately, and Lennok watches her with an expressionless face.

The moment when he felt that the pale, pale light of ideological trust resembled the religious leader he had decided to serve. Anathema realized.

Die.

After decades of agony and patience, I finally gained a new seventh life.

This reborn Anathema is unable to bloom properly and is about to disappear.

[no! [No!!]

Finally, Anathema, who fully realized this, turned her back and started running away like crazy.

It was covered in blue scales all over its body, threw away its tattered armor of the earth, and screamed like crazy with a face grotesquely mixed with a goat’s head.

[How did I get this opportunity and how did I replace my life again!!!]

“I guess so.”

Lennok agreed.

That’s why I have to kill you here. “If it weren’t for this level, I wouldn’t be able to call him here.”

[Stop! You can’t kill me here!!!]

Anathema’s body, which had almost completely assimilated into the earth, was buried beneath the ground.

Apostolic Art, Full Force Deployment,

Chukji Dungeon (縮地遁)

With only its grotesquely distorted face sticking out of the ground, Anathema’s new form escaped from the satellite city at incredible speed.

[You can’t kill me!! It is impossible for human magic to kill me, who has assimilated the entire satellite city…!!!!]

Anathema’s struggles were terrible, but her judgment and response were not wrong.

Thought Trust is a magic that is difficult to use even half of its power unless it hits the opponent accurately at close range.

This is because it is a magic that increases its power by compressing the attributes that exceed the limits of ideological trust and maximizing its repulsive force.

If Anathema assimilates the earth and her entire body to halve the amount of damage to the limit and avoids direct hits, she may not die.

However, even though Lennok knew this, he quietly watched as ideological trust fell before his eyes.

“I told you. “Preparations have already been completed.”

The slowly rotating, falling octahedral cube is so beautiful that even Lennok’s eyes are taken away for a moment.

It is so transparent, empty, and distant that it is hard to believe that it contains the intention of the thunderbolt that you created.

The border between life and death. The eerie feeling of déjà vu, as if death is passing by, is intact within it.

Although it originated from Lennok himself, it was not already done by Lennok himself.

Even though it hasn’t even started yet, the outcome has already been decided.

Determining cause and effect and controlling fate through a spell created with one’s own hands.

This concept, which I am only now starting to get a vague sense of, must be a miracle only granted to transcendental people who challenge for ascension.

As Lennok thought so, he took out an old shell casing from his pocket and grabbed it.

“I once talked about what necessity is.”

Slam!!

The traces of the Demon Musketeer left behind by the God Slayer of the old world on Lennok.

He didn’t explain anything about its purpose, but Lennok knew how to use it.

Because he will remember it just as Lennok saw it.

The sea of the second world. A sea area overlooked by foreign media.

The power of the Demon Musketeer has been adjusted throughout his life, abandoning his natural talent.

The power of inevitability that he held in his hands at the last moment at the end of the world –

Broken!!

The old bullet casing given as a gift by the leader is engulfed in the light of ideological trust and disappears in an instant.

The shape of a shell casing that was so cleanly burned that it was doubtful whether it was ever there.

At that moment, lightning flashed from between Anathema’s eyes, as she had completely assimilated into the earth.

Dismissal!!

[Thunder Blade]

The first magic that Lennok inserted between his eyes upon encountering Anathema.

A mark that has no particular power, but exists as a key that literally summons lightning.

Even if Anathema assimilates with the earth throughout the satellite city and avoids it, the true location of its true body can be found without fail.

[Aaaaaaaaaat?!!!]

The moment Anathema let out a scream as she realized that the light from the brain gun that bounced above her forehead had literally targeted her.

Creak.

The world was twisted.

“…!!!!”

An illusion that seemed to completely misalign all of Lennok’s senses and cognitive abilities.

Magic power and intention, life and death. Matter and soul. Everything, including cause and effect, momentarily loses its way, creaks and goes astray.

A sense of déjà vu, as if the foundation for the existence of the world has been twisted and forcibly changed.

“Haha hahaha….!!!”

Immediately after that, Lennok, who realized the meaning of this phenomenon, let out a hollow laugh.

The Old World Godslayer no longer uses any tools to aim at his target.

The magic gun, which was the basis of his talent, does not exist in reality, nor does his body have eyes or hands to hold the gun.

Now, the leader was literally twisting the world to ‘aim’ at the bullets and targets created by Lennok.

Together…!!!

The clock rotates in a creaky landscape where space rubs against each other.

Just as two different pictures are forcibly cut and pasted together, the magic of ideological trust transcends time and space and lands on Anathema’s head so easily.

[Can not be done!! Don’t do that!!!] Even

if you run away like crazy while assimilating to the ground, you can’t avoid it.

Just as the result of the bullet meeting the target is fixed and can never be changed.

As if the concept of necessity, which should not exist in reality, was imprinted in Anathema’s soul at this moment.

The power of inevitability descends upon this place.

[You guy!!! You fooled me!!! You fooled me!!!!]

Something that goes beyond cognition and concepts is forcibly assembling a cause-and-effect relationship between myself and that thunder light.

Aim and shoot correctly. The entire process is artificially distorted and erased, leaving only the result of ‘fitting’.

A miracle that is granted only to those who look back and walk towards the predetermined outcome, something that even transcendental people who

challenge ascension cannot dare to dream .

Anathema, realizing this fact, screamed loudly.

[This is ridiculous!! You never said anything like this!!!]

“….”

Lennok didn’t respond to Anathema’s words. He just raised his hand with a confused expression.

Anathema, who confirmed the gesture from afar, threw away all her dignity and screamed like crazy.

[no!!! This can’t be happening!! I can’t die here-!!!!!]

As soon as Lennok snapped his fingers, the cube of thought and trust made contact between Anathema’s eyes.

The thunderbolt that had been compressed on the spot was released and the sky was colored with blue light.

[Save me-!!!!!]

[Gaebyeok (開霹)]

A disaster!!

The image of lightning lighting up the entire sky dispels the darkness and turns night into day.

Blue lightning burst out regardless of direction, connecting the sky and the ground.

Anathema’s screams and the corpses of the flesh monsters scattered about are swept away in the brilliance of the Gaebyeok and disappear.

Rays of thunder flashed across the ruined streets of the collapsed satellite city.

Without even a sound, the reverberation of the lightning engulfs the ruined city, turning everything back to ashes and dust.

The moment when a wave of lightning swept over the entire city like a tsunami and colored the ground brighter than the sky.

Couuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!!

From the center of the pillar of light, a loud roar sounded as a very large figure collapsed.

A grotesque abomination, a mixture of the bodies of an apostle and a noble, as if they were a cross between a mountain goat and a human.

The moment when Anathema’s body was no longer able to function in any way, and bowed her head tightly.

Lennok lifted his gaze, realizing that the light illuminating the sky had not disappeared.

“….”

Even after the light of ideological trust disappears, night does not come.

The sight of the sun poking its head beyond the horizon after the magic of opening the dawn.

Only a soft sigh echoed through the ruins amidst the silence that descended upon the battlefield as morning came.

“Whew…”

In the silence, as if the fierce battle that had unfolded here just moments ago and even the existence of the Apostle were a lie.

click.

Lennok took out a candle and lit it, leaning against a broken rebar.

At Lennok’s feet, silently exhaling smoke, there is only Anathema’s crushed corpse.

Broken broken…!!

Even though the breath has already ceased, the thunderbolts rising from the body do not disappear, but surge and intertwine to take shape.

As he watched, the sunlight rising from the end of the desert slowly widened its angle and illuminated Lennok’s face.

“…is it over?”

A meeting between highly capable people. Imitation of a tent. The takeover of the Bagua Beopjin. The meaning of Anathema’s name.

And even the meaning of inevitability used by the God Slayer of the Old World.

There is a lot to think about and take care of, but nothing is done yet.

Dealing with Anathema, killing her, and using her corpse as a beacon is only the first step.

There are still people you haven’t met yet. There are still people here who you need to tell.

How much time has passed since the fight ended?

The moment when Lennok, who was reflecting on that fact with his awareness and consciousness stretched to the limit, looked blankly at the rising sunlight.

“You made me wait a long time.”

Faaah!!

A pale flash of light appeared before Lennok’s eyes.