Drug-Eating Genius Mage

The Medicine-Taking Genius Wizard Episode 951 : Forbidden Emperor

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A fortress on the outskirts of the Central Front. Alpha Lane Forward Base Paradox Blue.

Contrary to the scary rumors of a battlefield where people are dying, the outskirts of the fortress are filled with green pastures.

A thicket with lush vegetation. A warm breeze blowing.

Outside the wide open gate, children were playing and civilians on picnics could occasionally be seen.

Among Arsnova’s colonies, it is a major base whose prosperity has not yet faded.

A huge platinum-colored pyramid was floating in the sky above the base city where the living area was built based on the citadel.

Whioooo!!

An aerial fortress measuring hundreds of meters in length.

It has a majestic appearance, reminiscent of a small city that can comfortably accommodate thousands of people.

Private military company Deadrise Central Command 1st Command Ultima Alert.

Contrary to its platinum-colored appearance, the reception room located in the deepest part of the headquarters was truly quiet.

“The meeting between the most powerful people held in the satellite city of Etanok has just ended.”

Damus said, putting down the tablet he was holding on the table adapter in the reception room.

The scene of a quiet reception room divided between light and darkness.

He quietly looked around the straight, hard conference room with no curves.

“The talks have entered the final stage under the mediation of the Onyx clan. “It is assumed that the officials have returned to their respective bases.”

Damus’ voice rang softly from the center of the reception room, as if he was monologuing to himself.

“The eternal destruction of the 6th apostle of the church, Anathema. Afterwards, the body appears to have been recovered by a lightning rod…”

Damus slowly nodded, staring at a corner of the reception room shrouded in darkness.

“We have secured testimony that Major General Paysha Grisburn is accompanying him.”

“….”

The silence in the reception room became even heavier following Damus’ report.

The ghost, Feisha Grisburn, returned to Balkan first to build the Spirit Satellite.

This is because the survival of Feisha, who was known to have been defeated and killed after a one-on-one battle with Lightning, has finally become certain.

“Director Grisburn is accompanying the wizard known to have killed him…” A

bald-headed middle-aged man standing in the lighted area of the reception room crossed his arms.

The thick metal armor exhaled steam and assisted its movement.

A strange appearance, as if he was unable to control his overflowing power and was forcibly releasing it.

“This is something unusual. Lieutenant General Damus, can you hear the details?”

“Lieutenant General Rovereide. What we can know right away is the specific circumstances based on the testimony we heard from the participants at the meeting and through transactions…” “

In any case, isn’t it clear that Director Grisburn is moving with Fastener?”

Roveride looked back at the others in the reception room with stern eyes.

“I think we should question whether she was in cahoots with that wizard from the beginning.”

“….”

Feisha Grisburn is a leader who has accomplished countless feats on the battlefield as the vanguard of the Deadrise attack force.

He is also a superhuman from Balkan who is treated as a holy bone among holy bones even within the corps.

Considering her origins and achievements, it would not be strange for Feisha to have risen to the rank of lieutenant general or higher, but the reason she remained at the rank of major general was because

her natural disposition did not suit the role of a commander leading an army.

Rather, the fact that she was promoted to the position of major general and given the authority to move relatively freely under the corps proves how special Faisha was treated within Deadrise.

And it is also clear that there are people who looked at Feisha, who had a rough mouth and a temperament that bordered on being rude, with unfavorable eyes.

Loveride was one of the high-ranking generals who represented such public opinion within the corps.

“Given the nature of Major General Grisburn, he would not bow down to the opponent who defeated him, even if it meant death. “Aren’t you alive because you joined hands with Gomrei from the beginning?”

“…Don’t you know how much loyalty the Major General shows to the Corps?”

Damus said, glancing toward one side of the dark reception room.

“Please refrain from making hasty assumptions. “It is reasonable to assume that there must be something going on.”

“Hmm… I think Lieutenant General Damus is overestimating Major General Grisburn.”

Roveride smiled leisurely.

“Do you really believe that she has the same cause as us?”

“Roveride. “That’s about it.”

A middle-aged woman sitting cross-legged next to Damus, smoking a cigarette, laughed.

All the scars on the face of the woman loosely dressed in military uniform made her look even more grim.

“Don’t you know that Director Feisha is not a great person with such a complicated life?”

Lieutenant General Mirva Neosotto leads the 4th Corps.

He is a retired soldier, a talented person who was recruited into the Corps, and is one of the very few talented individuals within Deadrise who has been given independent operational authority.

He is a man of quick judgment and astuteness, so that as soon as Yorta’s memorial tower falls, he leads his legions and stations in front of the military city to take advantage.

It must not be a coincidence that she, who is busy cooperating with all kinds of operations all the time, is here at this meeting.

This was proof that this meeting would have important meaning within Deadrise.

“I understand your desire to balance the factions of the headquarters, but if you go too far, you will be hated by the captains.”

Mirva said, puffing on the cigar in her mouth and blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Don’t you know that Director Grisburn is a sore finger to his superiors? “These are people who live their lives drinking in memories, so we need to understand.”

“I’m not afraid of flying outside of the eyes of my superiors. “What is scary is that the Legion’s flag is pointing towards the wrong place.”

Despite Mirva’s dissuasion, Roveride was adamant.

“This corps has the power to march towards the center right away. “If we are tied up in the life or death of one person, our incalculable operational plan will go awry.”

“Even if the lieutenant general’s mouth is crooked, he must speak straight. “This situation right now is not purely due to our abilities.”

Mirva chuckled as she lit up a cigarette.

“This is because at this very moment, the denomination and the federation are cutting each other off. From what I heard, there was a rumor that an alternative magic master was captured after a battle with the Seven Apostles and had his magic extracted alive-” “

I keep trying to change the subject, but my meaning is firm. “It is impossible to turn the army’s strength towards the Balkans at this time!”

Push!!

When Roberide raised one hand, the metal armor tightened around his arm and puffed out steam.

A radical action that seems ready to use force to enforce one’s will at any moment.

Roveride, who was looking at Damus strongly, nodded.

“The same goes for the operation that Lieutenant General Damus is planning.”

“…I didn’t know that Vice Admiral Roveride already knew that much.”

Damus covered his face with a tired expression.

“A subjugation war. “Who did you hear this from?”

“The comrades who have lived and died with me exist everywhere in the Legion.”

Roveride said with a stern face.

“All warriors who are loyal to this legion are like my friends.”

“I don’t think that would be a constructive answer to discussing the crime of leaking the operation.”

Even as Damus said that, he had an idea of how Roveride heard about the subjugation war.

Lieutenant General Robert Loveride is not only superior in military power, but his commanding ability is second to none compared to other corps commanders.

However, his greatest weapon and ability lies not in military force or command, but in the network of people he uses to make his subordinates follow him.

He is ambitious, active in all operations, and puts his subordinates at risk without hesitation, but the same standard applies to the lieutenant general himself.

There are a significant number of people within the corps who follow a commander who takes on any difficult task when necessary.

The information must have leaked out through someone following Roveride somewhere in the headquarters or staff department.

“Regardless of how much the higher-ups care about Major General Grisburn, his life should not take priority over the corps.”

Roveride said, looking around the quiet reception room.

“All resources of the Corps must be used for the goals declared by the Marshal. Even if the captains dissuade-”

“Really?”

Grrr!!

At that moment, the darkness of the reception room cleared and a thin young man walked in.

A pure white coat that matches the pure white hair.

A large sword, much taller than the skinny young man’s height, swings from his waist.

The moment you walk into a dark room, you get the illusion that the air inside the room is sparkling coolly.

Just by looking around lightly, a cold thought comes over me that seems to cut off all traces of the place.

Recognizing the young man’s identity, the other executives all raised their hands and bowed their heads.

A young man who openly ignored the salutes of the officers around him stood in front of Roveride.

“If you’re that confident, why don’t you say it again in front of me?”

“….”

Roveride held his breath as he faced the young man’s eyes shining through his long white hair.

“…Captain Songha.”

“What is the goal Ethan declared when establishing the army? say it.”

Song Ha asked a question in a flat voice.

“I’m not smart enough to understand. “I really want to hear an explanation right here.”

“….”

As is often the case with these types of questions, he is not asking this because he is genuinely curious.

I literally didn’t understand, so I wasn’t asking Roveride.

“Captain. I am also immoral and am not in a position to teach anyone. But…”

Roveride knew that too, so he gritted his teeth as he resisted the thoughts weighing on his shoulders.

“I believe that at least it will not undermine military order by violating the corps’ operational goals and priorities.”

“….”

Damus sighed and shook his head as if Mirva could not stop him.

The attendants seated behind the generals lowered their heads with pale complexions, unable to breathe.

“It’s something that undermines military order. “That’s interesting.”

Song Ha asked with an expressionless face.

“Then what the Lieutenant General is saying now is not advice for the lower class, but advice for the corps?”

“This corps is currently operating under the most reasonable operational plan on the central front.”

Roveride spoke again in an atmosphere that felt both stiff and pale.

“In this situation, dividing our forces to save Major General Grisburn will inevitably only lead to a weakening of the main force and a reduction of the front line. “Wouldn’t this ultimately be far from complete control of the central front?”

“….”

“Please reconsider your judgment so that the deaths of the generals who have already dedicated themselves to the corps are not in vain.”

He is an upright soldier.

He must be a great commander and a superior who cares for his subordinates.

“It’s a reasonable decision. “We got this far by trampling and subduing other warlords.”

But Songha smiled even though he knew that fact.

“It was the result of an irrational decision to incorporate enemies and traitors into the corps. “Aren’t you also the one who benefited from the military’s irrationality?”

“….”

At that moment, the expressions of Damus and Mirva, who were listening to Songha’s answer, changed at the same time.

A calm and logical answer that was never expected from Songha.

As soon as I recognized that sense of incongruity, I realized why Song Ha had appeared here now.

“I understand the pride you have in your corps, but we haven’t changed at all from then on to now.”

Songha slowly turned around, leaving Roveride silent.

“We will take control of the center and return to the Balkans. “That’s where we’ll pick up all the failures and mistakes we’ve made.”

“….”

“Once Feisha’s survival is confirmed, the subjugation operation planned by Lieutenant General Damus will proceed as planned. “This is confirmed.”

“Captain. but…!”

“don’t worry. There will be no need to borrow the power of the 3rd Corps led by Lieutenant General Loveride. “We will make sure that there is no reduction in the front line, which weakens the main force’s strength, which the lieutenant general is worried about.”

Song Ha grinned.

“I personally go to the subjugation operation.”

“…!!!”

There was no other reason why Deadrise’s corps commander was a lieutenant general.

This is because the number of captains is small and each individual has a very special position and ability, so they are not suitable for organizational activities.

However, on the other hand, it also meant that the power of one captain was worth as much as that of an army.

Currently, it is one of the highest forces with only three members within the very large corps alliance Deadrise that focuses on the center.

The general, who was by far the most talented among the generals in terms of natural talent, decided to take action himself.

“Captain Songha…!”

“Once I finish the operation I am currently carrying out, my last alter ego will return as Ultima Alert.”

Songha patted her cheek slowly and said with a smile.

“Once all of our forces have been recovered and the operation is organized, we set off to rescue Feisha.”

Songha is a level 8 physical ability and an innate ability to take on alter egos.

He is a superhuman who divides his physical abilities and mind into three and moves for Deadrise’s special operations.

This means that not only has Song Ha already recovered one clone, but he is also planning to recover the last clone.

Only then did Roveride realize that Songha had recovered more than half of his original intelligence, and his expression hardened.

“Captain.”

Mirva, who was smoking a cigarette with a strange expression, called out to Songha.

Only then did Songha recognize Mirva and waved her hand happily.

“Ah, Lieutenant General Mirva. I was thankful during Yorta. “How’s the 4th Corps?”

“I’m not well enough to call you like asking how my neighbor’s dog is doing.”

Mirva nodded with a dark smile.

“There is something I would like to confirm in advance regarding the subjugation operation.”

“Does Lieutenant General Mirva also oppose this operation?”

“no. I agree. “If Lieutenant General Rovereide wasn’t there, I would have raised my voice for the sake of opposition…”

Mirva said leisurely, completely ignoring Roveride’s reaction.

“Looking at it objectively, Director Grisburn’s power is an absolute plus. “Considering the future war, wouldn’t we need at least one more appendix the size of hers?”

“You look like a retired soldier. so?”

“However, I understand that some procedures are necessary for the commander to organize a large-scale operation when the Marshal is away.”

Mirva asked.

“Agreement from all headquarters and staff. Consent of a majority of the three captains. Considering the current situation of the Legion, either option would be impossible. Are you planning on ignoring it and going ahead with it?”

“no. “I told you, right?”

Song Ha shook his head.

“Follow the rules that Ethan himself declared. “Because this is the corps created for that purpose.”

“then…?”

For a leader of a corps running on the central front, he seems unbelievably de-authoritarian and even pure.

In the eyes of Mirva Neosoto, who has been in the military for more than several decades, Songha’s attitude is still difficult to get used to.

However, despite this, the swordsman in front of us reigns at the top of Deadrise as one of the three captains.

That’s because he has such outstanding talent and talent that it’s difficult for any of the generals in the corps to catch up.

Given Song Ha’s own talent and background, his position will not be shaken just because he ignores military law.

However, even Mirva, who was considering ignoring military law, could not help but be puzzled by Songha’s answer.

“I got the consent of the other captain. Since two people agreed, we will ignore all the annoying procedures. “We will proceed like this.”

“The other captain… you mean?”

Of the three captains currently in Dead Rise, only one, Songha, is active in the field.

Another captain has not been seen in public for more than several years due to a long-term illness, and

another captain is wandering around the continent without even having a promotion ceremony to begin with.

How did Song Ha satisfy the rules that Marshal Ethan Bajour personally declared but was never followed?

Rattling!

Mirva’s thoughts disappeared the moment she saw someone appearing from the other side of the darkness of the reception room.

Only then did Song Ha look away and smile.

“You’re late, Gileon.”

“…!!!”

Gray hair. Facial features that look beautiful even when covered in shadow.

He is sitting on a chair with a gaunt expression, with dozens of thin tubes stuck all over his body.

A vague presence that even the generals could not recognize when it was there.

However, the man hidden in the shadows did not respond to Songha’s words.

He just looked up with an expressionless face and narrowed his eyes as if he was looking into a very distant place.

A man muttered in the quiet silence.

“I can hear a sound.”

“…what?”

Gileon closed his eyes helplessly, leaving behind Songha’s confused question.

“I miss you…I can hear the sound of wings.”

* * *

Kwaaaang!!

Oliveira’s personal laboratory.

An old library filled with all kinds of old books and documents, forming a mountain.

However, the bookshelves that were supposed to be crowded on both sides of the hallway were overturned like dominoes, and rainbow-colored

eyes flashed dizzyingly as if in anger beyond the violently shaking veil.

In front of the veil, Lennok, with his armored wings wide open, was slowly shaking his wings.

Under the rotating wings of a solid iron armor, Feisha with a pale complexion collapsed and cursed.

“What the fuck….”

[Tell me again what you meant to say.]

Oliveira’s cold shouts poured down on Lennok’s head with his armored wings wide open.

[What did you say about Anathema’s cause and effect?]

“So, I’m sorry.”

Lennok smiled and slowly waved his armored wings.

“The price has gone up a bit in the past few days.”