Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Chapter 489

Beloved by the Gods (3)

A fleeting moment as if time had stopped.

Between the gaps in her consciousness that rapidly accelerated and ascended, Amrita casually asked Lennok without anyone noticing.

I wasn’t saying wait or not.

A question that is close to being purely curious about Lennok’s intention.

A bizarre tone that seems to accept and agree with everything Lenok does as a result.

[But if this isn’t the end... ... If there is still work to be done... ... .]

Amrita’s eyes, which contained deep dizziness, soon became blurred as if they were slowly closing.

[I am... ... .]

“... ... .”

At that moment, as if it had stopped, time, which had been accelerating, was rapidly released.

Others’ movements quickly begin to return to normal.

At the moment Lennok paused at the sense of alienation, a telegraph transformed into clear language resounded through the wriggling hairballs.

[Priestess Naidri... ... .]

Amrita no longer looked at Lennok.

Someone with the same voice as the person who had just spoken to Lennok, but with a completely different presence.

Something has changed.

As soon as he was convinced of the difference, Lennok slightly relaxed the hand holding the control code.

If what he had just said to Lennok meant something other than mere persuasion or resistance, he had to confirm it here.

“Amrita.”

With a thrilled voice, Eisel slowly hugged the hair ball.

“It’s been a while. I missed you a lot.”

[This time... ... . It’s been a long time. Is he well?]

Amrita asked again.

[Has the paradise we longed for finally come to earth?]

“... ... .”

Izel didn’t answer. He just raised his face hardened like porcelain and shook his head quietly.

Amrita stared blankly at her face and nodded.

[I still have work to do.]

“... ... I’m sorry.”

[I didn’t want the priestess to come this way... ... .]

“This was the only way left for me.”

Eisel smiled sadly.

“Will you do me a favor considering the time we spent together?”

[...] ... .]

Amrita exhaled quietly.

After a while, he slowly nodded his head as if he had escaped from a long thought.

[I was always scolded for not listening.]

“... ... .”

[But it’s the last time... ... . I don’t want to be scolded.]

“Whoa... ... .”

The spirits of the apostles, who fell into madness and went mad, did not actually perish.

They are just following their god who swims in the open sea, constantly recalling and ruminating on that memory.

That is why, under the environment of this altar, which began to be formed close to the open sea, even the spirit of Amrita, who had gone mad, was able to return to its original form.

In an environment close to the open sea, maximize the power of the apostle and use Amrita’s existence to download the revelation on the spot.

A single trick devised by Izel Naidri, who had lost her power as a priestess, to do something similar once again.

All those fruits were about to blossom together in this place.

[Come down... ... .]

Amrita closed her eyes.

Eisel asked.

“what?”

It is not enough to complete and reach the hierarchy with the power of the main body, and to contribute to the doctrine as an incarnation, a vessel of fanaticism.

Even the geniuses who have devoted their lives and souls in each branch of the church for this moment could not hide their tension.

It doesn’t matter even if you don’t achieve your goals and get consumed by madness like that Amrita.

If only we could use the church’s special force to help us on our way to paradise. At the end, if they could become one with the gods they worship and swim in the open sea forever.

Rather, he was standing here with such a nervous and earnest look because he had longed for and yearned for it.

“please... ... .”

A quiet whisper among the agents.

Lennok quietly shook his head as he watched the followers right next to him.

Because I felt how meaningless their hopes and desires were.

It is vaguely felt. I can understand.

This was not a ritual made for easel or agents.

The will that is now driving over their heads just appeared here for a completely different reason than the church wanted.

Lennok had an intuition, so instead of using the control code to ruin the ceremony, he still stayed and watched everything.

Perhaps, from the beginning, the significance of this ceremony was not to select an apostle—

gooooh... ... .!!

The myriad gazes that wrapped around the easel turned into a faint light as they rotated around her body and began to project something.

The gaze and will change to vivid colors. Along with dyeing the space itself with one’s own will, time and space are altered and a different light is shed.

The physical law of the place where the will is manifested works in a different way from reality, and the law of reflecting and projecting light is completely changed.

Some of the ends of the open sea, which simply sent their gaze and will to this place, began to reveal their identities in earnest.

The essence of chaos was so overwhelming that even Lennok hesitated at the sight of it for a moment.

If there was a life that was born as a nest of all living disorder and chaos, would it look like that?

Surprising exclamations of exclamation broke out even among the believers who watched the scene without moving.

“Unbelievable... ... .”

“It is the spirituality of the pantheon... ... .”

“The gods, the gods of the sea, have come down... ... .”

The presence that filled the area around the altar made Amrita’s huge hairballs distort and her skin burst.

[Kiik... ... .!!]

The appearance of Amrita covered in blood as she let out a painful moan.

However, Izel did not even look back at Amrita and stared at the color of the foreign press that appeared here with a face as if possessed.

With an expression of ecstasy, he faces the colors and brilliance that hangs over him like countless aurora curtains.

Fragments of will bursting out from all sides hit her body vigorously, but the pain was nothing compared to the cheers she felt now.

“at las... ... !!”

Spread your arms and get down on your knees.

All preparations for accepting God’s will into this body have been completed.

The moment when Izel closed his eyes, surrendered everything to the strong flow of will that passed through him, and was about to be reborn as an apostle.

[...] ... No.]

The spiritual bodies that had been silently looking down at Easel all turned their heads in one direction.

[Not you.]

Not an easel, but a gigantic prison under the altar.

Heading towards a wizard who looked up blankly in this direction while being chained inside.

Saaaa... ... .

All the will surrounding Izel’s body escapes like grains of sand and disappears.

Not an altar, but a mighty torrent of will that swirls around Lennok’s cage.

There was no will, no gaze, no grace directed towards Izel Naidri, who stood behind him.

Ignoring the dazed expression of Easel, the wills surrounding Lennok’s body began to dance against the huge night sky.

“... ... .”

“this... ... .”

A chilly silence passed.

Everyone forgot to even breathe in that incomprehensible landscape.

A majestic dance, in which the torrent of countless powers that had been pouring toward Izel just before was poured into only one magician like a lie.

The gods of the open sea chose not their archbishop, but a heretic who did not even belong to the Order.

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