Drug-Eating Genius Mage

The Medicine-Taking Genius Wizard Episode 933

: Anathema (7)

Wow!!

At the edge of the city, a goat-headed giant rampages and a two-pronged spear flashes non-stop.

The protection method of Tulianmun and the general of Deadrise.

A fierce battle in which the level 8 champions, who have never been on the same side, do their best to stop the apostle.

However, Lennok’s attention was not focused on the battles taking place in and around the city, but on the person in front of him.

“I’m on my way to meet the leader…”

Lennok muttered along with the leader’s words and smiled bitterly.

The leader of Pandemonium. The answerer who surpassed the world and reached Daum.

I didn’t know that the day I first met him at the Hanghasa Labyrinth.

Even at the moment of putting into practice the grand plan he had planned in the well of the handbook, he was not sure.

Until he read the memories of the Ascended in the destroyed second world and came face to face with his true identity.

How much time and agony did it take?

Lennok laughed, aiming his magic gun at his back.

“I wonder if that’s even possible, but I think there was something I needed to hear first.”

[….]

This is the second time we meet face to face.

In the meantime, Lennok and the leader never exchanged any information or exchanged information about each other’s existence.

It was only Lennok who unilaterally followed his traces and looked into the memories of the old world.

It wouldn’t be strange even if I didn’t know. It would be natural without you having to worry about it.

Nevertheless, he makes this suggestion without hesitation, as if he has known Lennok for a long time.

As if Lennok thought he already knew everything about their existence.

Just like I knew who Lennok was from the beginning.

“It’s been a while, leader.”

Lennok laughed.

“It’s too late to say full names now, but we know each other’s names. “Isn’t that right?”

There was no need to explain Lennok’s identity in detail in front of him.

I must have known it for a long time and I just didn’t bother to say it.

Maybe you weren’t even impressed by that fact in the first place.

[…It’s a name.]

The leader quietly raised his gaze at Lennok’s words.

[I don’t attach any meaning to that anymore.]

“….”

Without even paying attention to the magic gun pointed at his back, he didn’t even turn around to face him.

It feels so distant, as if it could walk outside the control tower and disappear at any moment.

Lennok also asked, although he knew that such pressure was meaningless.

“Why are you here? “Did you show up to mourn the person you killed?”

[There aren’t many opportunities left for me now.]

The leader looked away.

[Killing innocent people cannot even be said to be meaningful to me.]

“….”

Are you saying that it wasn’t the leader who killed Meister Oshuto Duris of the Duris Workshop?

Just as Lennok frowned at the unexpected answer of the leader, the leader muttered slowly.

[If I were to be honest, even this moment is close to unnecessary consumption. Nevertheless, the reason I am here is….]

The leader turned towards Lennok and said.

[It cannot be a reason, but I believed it could be an opportunity.]

“An opportunity…?”

The answer is that the leader’s appearance is more of an opportunity than a reason.

While Lennok was pondering those words, the leader slowly opened the hand he was holding.

[We are playing an endless game of shogi ahead of the moment when cause and effect closes.]

“….”

[The cards in your hand and the board you are standing on are different, so we don’t often encounter each other, but… there are very rare times when times overlap like this. ]

The dark control room of the control tower where the leader and Lennok are standing.

I gaze at the dark night sky above the broken window with a noisy gaze.

[Coincidence is a concept that cannot be reproduced on its own, but it acts as a powerful cause and effect in itself.] The

leader’s face, obscured by complex noise, seemed to be slowly scanning Lennok’s presence.

[That’s why he… is trying so hard to control his origins.]

“….”

A meaningful explanation about the origins of the cult leader.

However, Lennok could vaguely understand what the leader was trying to say.

Coincidence is the essence of the cult leader, not anyone else, and is a cause and effect that not even the cult leader himself can easily control.

This moment itself is a coincidence where time intersects, and it is one of the few moments in which the cult leader’s influence can have an impact on reality.

This must mean that the leader also took advantage of this moment to meet with the religious leader.

“It’s an interesting proposition, but it doesn’t feel realistic.”

But Lennok knew that that suggestion could not explain the current situation.

“The birth of the six apostles was probably the result of the religious leader’s intervention. “If he, who does not exist in reality, had not come in contact with Anathema, we would not be able to explain this situation.”

[….]

“But then, the cult leader’s goal must have been to obtain Anathema from the beginning. Now, will he try to intervene in reality again?”

Lennok said, looking intently at the calm figure of the leader.

“Your origin itself would be the most contrasting concept to him.”

The leader of Pandemonium does not make the first move unless it is something he planned.

Regardless of his natural disposition or talent, his existence in this world requires a huge price.

After careful and careful preparation for a long time, a miracle that others cannot even imagine is achieved in a split second.

Wasn’t this the essence that revealed him more accurately than anything else when he opened his eyes in the second world as the Demon Musketeer?

Lennok muttered as he took back the magic gun he was aiming at the leader.

“There is no reason to follow the suggestion, unless it is a form of summoning the cult leader to reality. Above all, he…”

He is broken.

A transcendental person who failed one attempt at salvation, ascended twice, and reached a third chance.

Surely, at one time, he might have been thinking and wishing for the same things as Lennok.

But he went beyond the limit by only choosing possibilities that Lennok would never have chosen.

Now it exists in a way that no one in this world has attempted and awaits its conclusion.

The leader may not know it, but from Lennok’s perspective, it is extremely dangerous to directly enter the cult leader’s mental realm.

Aside from the meaning of meeting the cult leader, it is meaningless unless it is a form of directly calling him into reality.

[With the fall of Arsnova, Anathema’s name gained a new meaning.]

The leader answered.

[It contains contradictory cause and effect in a misaligned failure, and the name itself exists as a key.]

“….”

[I can guess why you tried to obtain Anathema. Then, on the contrary….]

Click!

Lennok inadvertently caught something thrown at high speed with his magician.

It was so old and rusty that even Lennok, who was used to handling the gun, took a while to recognize that it was a shell casing.

The leader said, walking slowly with his back turned.

[If we kill the apostle who is under the protection of the cult leader here, it will be enough to summon him.]

“…What?”

[I’ll help you.]

“Wait a minute…!!”

Phew!

Lennok immediately raised his magic power and pressed down on the space, but the leader’s presence had already disappeared.

Lennok, who was glaring at the spot where the leader had disappeared, sighed silently.

“Damn it…”

I know.

He is a transcendent person who has already achieved a status comparable to the world and is not bound by the rules of time and space.

In the first place, one would not feel any emotion from such physical means or pressure.

Nevertheless, the reason Lennox chose the gun as a means to provoke the leader was because he knew that his origins were close to him.

Even if he is a great transcendental who has already succeeded in ascending to heaven once.

Lennok will never abandon his origins no matter what happens.

“….”

In the end, it’s just speculation again.

What would Lenno have done? How would he have thought and acted?

The accident is idling repeatedly, as if looking into a mirror and trying to read what happens next.

The power of the Demon Musketeer that the leader spoke about. Meaning of helping.

Is the meaning of all the messages contained in the old shell casings he left behind?

Lennok’s expression slowly changed strangely as he looked at the shell casing in his hand.

“Help me….”

* * *

Kuoooooo!!!!

Every time dozens of giant magic circles spread out in the night sky rotate, a bombardment of hundreds of spells pours down like rain.

A barrage of firepower that emits a colorful magical light, burning different attributes and intentions, and instantly turning the earth into hell.

Three figures were dancing like crazy in the magical rain that felt as if their whole bodies were melting.

“Anathemaaaaa!!!”

[I can hear your voice even if you don’t shout so loudly.]

A sharp rock rising up dozens of meters in size from under my feet.

The moment when thorn-sharp rock pillars covered the ground and Feisha’s body, wrapped in lightning, twisted and shook grotesquely.

Kwaaaa!!

The mountain goat giant that appeared after shattering a chunk of rock struck Feisha’s side with all its might.

The fists of Feisha and Sado, who barely brought the spear he was holding to his side, collided.

Just before the collision, the apostle’s fist transformed into the shape of a dragon and released enormous magical power.

At the same time as the eerie illusion of a crack in space, your new form was pushed back dozens of meters and crashed down.

Boom boom!!!

Dust rose up, turning the surroundings hazy, and Feisha coughed up blood thickly.

“Fuck wow…!!”

Feisha stood up with difficulty with trembling arms and glared at the Six Apostles approaching from afar with bloodshot eyes.

“What a fucking monster…!!!”

Rear fire support from two level 8 physically capable people and an archmage.

In fact, despite the close to 3 to 1 ratio, it was Anathema’s power that gained the upper hand in this battlefield.

Even while fighting head-on with Feisha and Innocence, he adapts to the barrage of spells falling from the sky in real time.

Little by little, the number of hits was reduced, and now they were pushing the two people almost without being hindered by the bombing.

[Five revolutions are thunder. Six twists await. Thirteen resonances are gravity.]

Anathema slowly cleared her throat and said.

[Each magic not only exists in the form of a magic circle, but the magic circle rotating in the sky overlaps and changes its chanting at each moment.]

Boom!!

Anathema said as she strongly stomped and struck Feisha’s body with her inverted foot.

[Once you remember the variation pattern of the magic flow that changes in real time, including the rotation and angular speed of the magic formation, you can predict and move the properties and location of the spell bombing up to 2 seconds in advance.] “Ugh…!!

”

Moving body vision to observe the changing patterns and flows of magic circles in the sky even in the midst of intense battle.

Rich prior knowledge of magic to the point where one can predict and respond to the spell chanting that follows through changes in the magic circle.

Using the information obtained in this way, you can determine the priorities of what to attack in battle and even change the composition at once and press down.

Calmness and intelligence, as well as skillful response and judgment that comes from numerous combat experiences.

Even without the body of an apostle, Armas von Anathema was a complete powerhouse with no flaws in any aspect.

“Tsk!! “Are you bragging about that now?”

Feisha, whose face was covered in blood, struggled to get up and giggled.

“It’s true that a monster brat thinks he did it entirely on his own… “It’s absolutely disgusting.”

[….]

The reason Anathema was able to attack the spell bombing was because he continued to fight against both Innocence and Feisha, overwhelming them rather than being pushed back.

And what made it possible was not only the power that Anathema herself had awakened as an apostle.

Even at this moment, unknown, pale thoughts are pouring from outside the city towards Anathema.

Because it was wrapping around Anathema’s entire body and explosively increasing her power.

Kuoooooo!!!!

A transcendental thought, the identity of which not even Feisha can guess, flows through Anathema’s body ceaselessly, constantly raising its existence and status.

It is a blessing from the church that is comparable to the augmentation magic that Lennok used on her and Innocence, and in fact seems to be even greater than that in terms of the amplification rate alone.

Although it was her first time seeing it in person, Feisha could easily guess whose power it was.

“I don’t know, but I guess that’s your religious leader’s protection.”

Feisha’s eyes were shining as she glared at Anathema.

“Aren’t you embarrassed that even after being reborn as an apostle, you crawl out onto the battlefield wearing your master’s diaper?”

[It seems like you don’t know who has allowed this battle to continue until now.]

Anathema did not respond to Feisha’s provocation.

[There’s no way he didn’t know that I had seen the pattern of the spell bombing, but it’s been quite a while since his reaction hasn’t changed. This means something has happened to the wizard…]

The goat-headed giant’s cold gaze was aimed at the back of Feisha’s head.

[This probably means that he intends to remain faithful to his role as a rear guard even if it means that the defending vanguard dies. You have the talent to be a great commander.]

“Who the hell is going to die here?”

She lifted up an ancestral spirit in the shape of a huge wild boar, fixed the spear, and increased her magic power.

As the magical power of the broken hierarchy begins to flow into the body that has not even been nourished, intense pain flows, but it does not stop.

“I survived the fight with that wizard… Do you think I’m going to die here?”

[I heard that after the civil war ended, you transcended the hierarchy by using assassination as a weapon.]

Anathema nodded, looking at that scene.

[I salute you for turning Deadrise’s inexperienced bodyguard into a full-fledged warrior. But… you actually look much weaker than you did during the civil war.]

“…How…”

Feisha’s eyes were already half-covered as she muttered blankly.

Proof that the condition is so bad that it is difficult to endure without losing one’s consciousness.

The moment when Anathema extended one hand towards Feisha and increased her magical power.

Innocence landed before Feisha’s eyes and held out a pure white spear at Anathema’s feet.

Gigi geek…!!

The appearance of the spear slowly bending as if it would break at any moment while making a strange sound.

Even though she raised the blade of her spear to catch the kick, there was not a single wound on Anathema’s body.

[Clord Azlan. It’s a pity.]

Anathema’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the innocent face.

The thoughts and physical wear and tear felt by this Changsha were clearly visible to the apostle’s eyes.

[Among my companions in the civil war, not a single one is healthy. Were they all so broken and broken that they were living a miserable life?]

“Just like you, Lord Anathema.”

Innocence laughed hard as he held on to the spear.

“While you were exiled from reality and suffering, those who remained in this world did not live smoothly either.”

[Same? Do you really believe that the sense of loss I felt is the same as yours?]

Wow!!

The earth that rose up from under Anathema’s feet became the head of a dragon and struck down her innocence.

Innocence, unable to even resist, is thrown out and slips away with blood splattering along with the explosion.

In the meantime, Anatame said after seeing that Feisha had been taken care of and the distance between them was widened.

[We did not sin. Nevertheless, I did not even receive a chance to atone.]

“….”

[I followed the laws of Arsnova, endured being pointed out as a traitor, and held on, believing that I would be saved…] “Even

if that part is included, it is still true. “Isn’t it the same?”

Clap!

The pure white abdomen was stained with red blood.

Nevertheless, Claude stood with difficulty facing the apostle in front of him and asked.

“You Arsnova nobles would never have been flawless either.”

[….]

“I don’t know why you try to justify yourself with such meaningless excuses. “I have no choice but to agree with Lord Grisburn this time.”

Innocence smiled brightly.

“If you become a monster, behave like a monster. “Don’t pretend to be human.”

[Be like a monster.]

The mountain goat giant’s huge fist came right in front of Innocent’s nose.

Kwaaaang!!

[In the past, I too did not understand and was afraid of the apostle who sacrificed his soul to a foreign god.]

The blood-covered human spirit shot up diagonally, and Anathema, with both legs raised, caught up with it and struck it down with both hands.

thud!! Burbubbubbuk!!

[Why is he so strong because he sacrificed so much? [I used to imagine how cruelly the spirit, which is inversely proportional to the strength of the body, must have been destroyed.] He

kicked the innocent new form pinned below the ground and pushed it away, surpassing even his speed, and once again grabbed his waist and spun him down.

Deeudeeudeeudeuk!!

“Die Anathema!!!”

Flash!!

Feisha’s body is engulfed in dazzling lightning and at the same time, she runs beyond the speed of sound.

Just by lightly stamping his feet, he created a platform in the empty air, accelerated as if bouncing, and

the lightning and spirit flowing through the pole combined to emit unprecedented power as if he was breathing.

Drurrrrrrrrr!!!

Bright blue lightning flashes from all directions of the goat-headed giant, tearing its body apart and turning it into a storm of blood.

However, Anathema slowly raised her hand, paying no heed to Feisha’s onslaught towards her.

[After becoming an apostle, I understand. The power given to us is nothing more than the play of gods who have been crippled by desire.]

“Die, die!!!!”

[That it is a great blessing that does not harm my essence in the slightest.]

That moment when Anathema strongly grasped the raised hand.

The ground splits apart beneath the feet of the goat-headed giant.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The entire ground changes in a turbulent way, forming a giant dragon’s head and devouring the ground.

Soon, a tremendous amount of heat exploded from the dragon’s mouth, sweeping away both of them at the same time.

Kuhwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaah!!!!

A dark, distorted pillar of light rose beyond the ruins and penetrated the night sky of the satellite city.

In the aftermath, the clouds parted, revealing a sky sparkling with starlight, and dozens of magic circles spread out above it shattered like glass.

Wow!!!!

The apostle magic that manipulates the earth and the dragon magic that turns body parts into dragons.

The secret of Anathema, an earth dragon created by combining two powers and spitting out chromatic breath.

Even after becoming an apostle, Anathema’s original techniques did not lose any of their power.

Rather, it just developed and blossomed into a completely different concept and power in harmony with the apostle’s body and techniques.

What determines the strength of a high-ranking apostle does not depend on which god’s blessings he has received, but on the strength of his original body.

Perhaps other high-ranking apostles were also outstanding adepts comparable to Anathema even before becoming apostles.

Anathema, realizing this, waved her hands in awe of the power and true value of the church.

Squeaky…!!!

The fur and scales on its entire body stood on end, it trembled in excitement, and its encapsulated wings spread out to both sides and began to regenerate.

The human sacrifices of flesh monsters continued continuously between Feisha and her fight against innocence.

The blood of the superhumans that she continued to drink during the battle began to regenerate Anathema’s wings.

Flap!!

In an instant, Anathema spread her regenerated wings wide and looked at the clear night sky where the clouds were parted.

From the cloud-cleared sky, not only the satellite city but also the undeveloped desert will be visible.

The moment when Anathema was about to fly up from her spot to once again unleash the apostle technique that had raised its output to its limit to the entire earth.

Flash!!

A bright blue bolt of lightning fell from the cloudless night sky.

Are they planning to continue bombing orders again, even if it is belated?

[Even if we struggle with magic that has already been analyzed, there is no result-]

Ugh!!

Anathema’s expression was distorted as she tried to hit the falling lightning with one hand.

[…!!!]

A feeling of weight that is completely different from the bombardment of orders I have received so far.

It is difficult to even receive, let alone strike down, lightning flashing with an eerie light.

The lightning that fell through the dry sky penetrated the apostle’s body, destroying his entire body cell by cell.

Crackling, crackling!!!!

A strange sensation as if the function of life is broken.

An eerie feeling as if the annoying attribute magic I felt while dealing with Feisha had been amplified and poured into me.

A spell from a magician with a real will and intention that is completely different from the spell bombings of the past.

Anathema felt this and screamed explosively, raising her magic power.

[Magic Sauh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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A blue thunderbolt fell on the body of the apostle who was unable to shake off the lightning, and a storm of blue light erupted in the middle of the ruins.

This time, the wings hanging on the back of the apostle caught in the storm were torn apart without leaving a trace.

The fragments of the earth that had been manipulated by the Apostle’s magic lost their strength, fell, and were swept away in the lightning storm.

The borderline where the storm barely loses its power and ends.

A young man with black hair was standing on the roof of a half-collapsed building.

“It’s late to introduce yourself, even though you took away my natural ability.”

Lennok laughed after taking a deep breath of tobacco.

Beyond the acrid smoke, only bright blue eyes flashed.

“Call me Ban.”