Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Chapter 817

Episode 817:

Knot (4)

White luminous magic falls like rain on the cracked ceiling of the memorial tower.

Cheap!!

[Aaaahhh!!!]

The magic power of the Holy Spirit that melts military spirits just by being there.

Kashuin, the archangel of the old world who had been summoned by Lennok using his priestly authority, was glowing and preparing to descend here.

[Where are you!!!]

Only after hearing the Archangel’s terrifying voice did Lennok understand how the situation was going.

The archangel’s sanctuary was proclaimed with the intention of wiping out the military orders gathered here.

However, unlike a magnetic area, a sanctuary is not a concept that occupies the entire space, but rather a kind of simple area that is formed like a floor.

The power of the Sanctuary itself is quite powerful and its output also increases dramatically, but it is subordinated to the caster in the first place and moves rather than staying in one place.

Therefore, the Requiem changed the structure of the memorial tower and isolated Kashuin’s sanctuary in the upper levels of the tower instead of directly dealing with it.

Rather than focusing on dealing with the Sanctuary itself, move the stairs where the Sanctuary is located upwards to increase distance.

At the same time, they brought Lennok, who was running away, back to them and tried to steal his body.

However, the heroic spirits’ plans all went awry the moment they encountered the evil star that walked from the other side of the tower.

Kugugugu...!!

A dark-colored body that sinks alone in the dark as the white magic rain falls on its head.

An overwhelming presence that seemed to suddenly devour the entire space of the tower just by standing there.

A predator’s pupils sparkle under the shadows.

[Croken Asilus...!!!]

The heroic spirits of Requiem, who finally noticed its presence, became furious and began to twist their entire bodies.

[Why on earth are you here!!!]

[Since when have you been in Yorta!!]

Even if the Heroic Spirits of the Requiem Pavilion have gone into hiding for a long time, their insight is not so poor that they do not know about them.

A mighty force that shakes the heavens and earth. A ferocity that does not discriminate against opponents. Experience and experience hidden among disorderly words and actions.

There are more than dozens of curses placed on the shoulders of monsters that move as they please without being bound by common sense.

There is no way that Requiem would not know that all those curses are being observed one by one in the Infinite Sanctuary.

They also know very well how unrealistically powerful Croken Asillus is.

[What are the managers of Headrain River doing?]

[Wasn’t there a check to prevent people like this from entering?]

“It’s noisy.”

Doo doo doo!!!

As Kroken walks with his head thrown back, the ground shakes and moves like waves.

Due to the impact, the tower rumbles and emits waves, and the waves of military spirit are pushed away little by little.

A strange scene where all the souls in the tower widen their distance at once due to the presence of just one person.

On the contrary, dozens of barriers activated on all sides of the memorial tower rotated and surrounded Kroken at the center.

At the point when the immeasurable evil appeared, all of the tower’s security techniques and barriers were forcibly activated to suppress him.

Kiriririn!!

With a clear sound of bells, a gray-white barrier unfolds like an umbrella and falls on Kroken’s head.

A move to isolate the space where the crocodile giant is standing from other spaces in the memorial tower and force it to be transferred as is.

However, Croken didn’t care about the falling barrier and held out his hand towards the raindrops falling from the ceiling.

The dazzlingly shining magic power of the Holy Spirit pools and falls like water onto the thickly ground palm.

Kashuin, who was quarantined by the Requiem, is running wild from the upper level of the tower, and the aftermath is falling to the lower level of the tower.

“Hmm...”

Croken looked at the pure white magic pooled in his palm, then lightly grabbed it and swung it to the side.

A light gesture, like a child holding and scattering water at the shore of a lake.

However, with just that light gesture, a pale flash of light emitted from the Crocodile Giant’s hand at subsonic speed.

It became a dazzling pillar of light and penetrated dozens of barriers that built the inner and outer walls of the tower at once.

Whoa!!

A jarring noise, as if glass windows are colliding and sliding.

With that alone, the rotating barrier in all directions of the tower was instantly shattered, scattering its fragments indiscriminately.

[You’re crazy...!!]

[The phase barrier of the memorial tower is so simple...!!]

Boom!!

Kroken walked out casually and stood next to the fallen Lennok.

“....”

Croken looks lost in thought, looking around with eerie pupils.

All I could do was look back at him with difficulty and kiss my lips as I fell.

“Why are you here...”

“Shut up.”

Croken swung his tail and hit Lennok.

bang!!

Lennok’s body, unable to even resist, was suddenly pushed against the outer wall and rolled over.

“...!!”

Crocken spoke harshly without even looking at Lennok, who was writhing in pain and squirming.

“I have something to ask you, so just sit there and watch.”

“...caliber?”

“I’ve thought about it a few times since the Sanctuary of Curse was created.”

Croken’s bright yellow pupils seemed to penetrate beyond the eerie fog of the memorial tower.

“I will one day kill those who look at me in a bad way.”

“....”

“It doesn’t matter now that you destroyed the sanctuary and polluted the nightlife.”

Tap, tap, tap!!

Kroken laughed, slowly tapping his wrist and cracking his joints.

“From now on, I will erase this gloomy abomination left in Yorta from the map.”

“...!!”

Kroken’s declaration that he would tear down the memorial tower left behind as a result of his night trip.

The moment Lennok hesitated at that ridiculous declaration. Angry heroic spirits erupted in fierce battle from all directions.

[What an arrogant bastard...!!]

[How dare a demi-race, who ascended the hierarchy with the body of an animal, discuss the existence of the nocturnal movement?!!] The

heroic spirits swimming above the cavity of the tower began to shine and soon appeared between the waves of military spirits. It blends in without hesitation.

The moment the will of the heroic spirits permeated towards the military spirits stationed everywhere, the presence of the military spirits subordinated to the tower began to rapidly amplify.

[Ah ahhh!!!]

[I remember...!!]

A spirit body holding its head and crying. A military commander who expands his entire body to increase his physique.

The weapon he was holding was transformed into a sharp intention, and the level of his soul rapidly increased in various places.

A magical device that divides the power of a heroic spirit among the tower’s military spirits and temporarily increases their output significantly.

Coo coo coo!!!

The military spirits that were crying out in pain scattered much more powerful magical power and glared at Kroken from all directions.

From military spirits dripping with saliva like animals that have lost their intelligence, to ghosts that break out of their human form and turn into monsters, roaring.

In terms of momentum alone, heavenly demons that surpassed the level of the Holy Spirit were also summoned from all sides of the tower and stood face to face in front of Kroken.

A group of ghosts scattering their murderous intent all over the ceiling and walls of the tower, forgetting about balance and center.

Yorta’s Night Journey.

Although it has now failed and its light has faded, the ghosts that participated in the night journey still remain in this place as part of the tower.

[No matter how powerful you are, you are still just an unexplored person who has not been able to ascend to heaven...!!!] The heroic

spirit shouted in a furious tone.

Some people call their colleagues’ names, while others forget the reality in front of them and become buried in pain.

There is no skill, no will, no imagination.

Wearing only the minimum amount of magical power necessary to move the body, it simply crushes the struggles of the military spirit that is charging at it with all its might.

Even though he randomly stretched out his fist and pounded the air, the shock wave pushed through the space and squeezed the military commanders.

The hazy fog rising as the soul disappeared spread out like a haze behind Croken’s back, coloring the cavity of the memorial tower pure white.

bang!! bang!! bang!!!

[Ah ah ah....]

Following the explosions that follow like dominoes, the screams of the military orders overlap in a strange way, like the sound of a song.

Croken’s massive body leapt into the air and landed in front of the remaining monument of the Requiem Pavilion in an instant.

Wow!!!

The impact alone caused a slight crack in the surface of the monument, causing it to shake precariously and Croken sneered.

“I always feel bad cleaning up the debris from failed ascension. “This is something that should have been finished a long time ago.”

At that pitiful reaction, the heroic spirits let out shouts in a daze.

[This can’t be like this...]

[This is not right. It’s impossible no matter who comes....]

[Because the memorial tower is just a monster...]

“This is a message from the leader.”

Tuk.

Crocken said, extending his finger toward the outermost monument.

“They say that now that the imaginary dimension has been balanced, this tower is no longer useful.”

[...What?]

“Up until now, I was restraining myself so as not to mess with the cult, but now it probably doesn’t mean much.”

The Crocodile Giant smiled crookedly as he looked at the heroic spirits who seemed speechless.

“So all you have to do is destroy it.”

[Nonsense.]

[It’s become useless, so who can decide what to do...!!]

[Who dares decide that?]

“Me.”

Kwasik!!

The moment Kroken’s fingers dug into the inside of the tombstone, an intangible wave rotated around Kroken’s forearm.

All the monuments containing the spirit of the requiem were completely shattered on the spot.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!!!

All nine monuments were destroyed, and the shaking of the tower became more intense.

The shape of the memorial tower is shaking as if it will collapse at any moment, as if the memorial stone of the requiem pavilion has been acting as a wedge to maintain the balance of the tower.

The heroic spirits liberated from the monument realized this and screamed like crazy.

[Aaaaa!!]

[Kroken Asiliusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of!!!]

[I won’t forget. I will put my spirit on the line and curse your name forever!!]

The curse of heroic spirits who are not even afraid of eternal death and spew out maddening hatred.

However, instead of responding or laughing at those words, Kroken looked at them in silence and then immediately turned towards Lennok.

The crocodile giant, who was looking down at Lennok, who was lying covered in blood, grinned.

“There is still some time left before the tower is completely destroyed.”

“...hour?”

There is time left.

Does this mean that there is a specific timeline in which the memorial tower must be torn down?

While Lennok was lost in thought, clutching his stomach, Kroken raised his hand.

The moment I lightly flicked my finger, the vibration erupted and instantly swelled the crack in the ceiling of the memorial tower.

Wow!!!

The brilliance of the Holy Spirit-type magical power that had fallen like rain fell on the spot like a waterfall.

[Aaaah!!!]

Archangel’s sanctuary with rain falling on your head. Kashuin’s scream rings out late.

The image of an archangel landing on Lennok’s head, flashing cracked skin.

Its very existence becomes a space to build a sanctuary and has the power to extinguish the spiritual energy and demonic energy of the entire area.

[Where are you, a wizard!!!]

Kashuin screamed as his pale wings spread wide, turning the surroundings pure white.

[Where is my God!!]

“I touched its magical power earlier, and although it was weak, it had healing abilities.”

While Lennok was unable to respond and was looking at Kashuin helplessly, Kroken laughed viciously.

“Then it will make your trashy body move around a little bit.”

“....”

As expected, Kroken knows.

Whose face is hidden behind this obsidian mask?

Also, what did Lennok encounter and what meaning did he gain from the Beyond, and how did he escape and end up here?

Contrary to the endless malefic, this is evidence that his judgment and intuition have also reached a considerable level.

What I knew but didn’t show. Also, I didn’t necessarily show any interest.

I guess it was because I thought that I would be able to face it like this whenever the time came.

“There was one thing I couldn’t finish because of an unexpected interruption.”

Kroken raised his head with his arms crossed.

The reptilian eyes shining above the elongated jaw stared intently at Lennok.

“The leader has already made his decision and it seems like it doesn’t matter what happens to the leader, but I am different. Regardless of that talent, no one can know whether you can go all the way.”

Kroken twisted his mouth.

“So I need to check on you before it completely breaks down.”

“....”

“Take out the magnetic field.”

A confidence that feels arrogant. A reckless expectation that the moment you expect will always be there.

A groundless belief that the insignificant wizard who was saved at that time would eventually survive and reach this point.

But even that seems like a suit that suits this monster standing in front of me perfectly.

“...okay. “Let’s do that.”

Thinking so, Lennok slowly raised himself up with one hand on the ground.

“But it won’t be just me who has to show.”

Kuoooo!!

The sanctuary emitted by the rampaging Archangel rotates around Lennok and penetrates his body.

Instead of filtering it out through targeted resistance, I caught the thoughts that were seeping into my body.

The sacred power of an archangel serving a failed god who would never have permitted it originally.

However, now that he has acquired the authority of a priest with the help of a priestess, he can heal Lennok’s body as he wishes, even if only for a short time.

Damn it...!!

How many times will this be the first time that a broken and collapsed body has been raised after countless battles?

But either way, this had to be the last time.

Lightly shake the bloody wrist and open the wound.

Through Lennok’s blood, a double spiral surges from the wrist, emitting golden brilliance.

Faaah!!

On the spot, it turned into a dazzling golden magic circle and wrapped around my wrist.

Ouroboros magic system.

Lennok’s unique permanent organ that analyzes and dismantles all existing laws and techniques.

Staggering with the archangel of the old world at the forefront, with Ouroboros’ sword in hand.

In the middle of the sanctuary, Lennok, buried in pure white light, slowly raised his magic power.

“I plan to uncover your identity and your microcosm. What is the source of that transcendent power?”