Chapter 409

Commander of the Command (2)

The time past midnight and beyond dawn, now approaching the dawn just before dawn.

Several people who struggled through the bluish asphalt were gasping for breath.

“Heh heh heh... ... .”

Not all competitors in the race died from Lennok’s poison.

Those who put survival first, even if they hid for a short time and avoided themselves or gave up their immediate rank.

And even though they compete head-on with Lenok, there are very few talented people who have succeeded in keeping their bodies intact.

Such people were gathering in front of the gang’s headquarters to finish the race even belatedly.

“Why the hell is that lump of drugs at the end of the race... ... !”

“I have to go to the gang... ... This is different from the promise!”

They are gossips and tantrums, but they are not stupid enough to not know what is going on.

It must be difficult to take care of the promised public goods since he was beaten up by a bike rider whose name was not properly known, Victor.

Still, they are taking their time to gather at the finish line in order to avoid the penalty that the gang publicly declared.

“... ... .”

Among them, the bronze-skinned spearman holding up the blinded leopard at the forefront was also concentrating on walking with his mouth shut.

Until the fishy smell of blood instantly drifted in their nostrils.

“Wait, what is this... ... ?”

There is no superhuman at such a low level that he does not feel such a clear sign of death in this place.

The participants, who exchanged glances with each other in an instant, hurriedly ran up to the gang headquarters.

I was speechless when I saw the sea of blood flowing from inside the headquarters where the corpses were displayed on the walls.

“crazy... ... . How did the grimoire gang... ... ?”

Countless members died with holes pierced all over their bodies and their tongues stuck out.

The complexion of the contestants turned white at the sight of the gruesome appearance of convulsing, not being able to let go of the tools they were holding in their hands.

In the meantime, only the spearman carrying the leopard moved his gaze following the traces of magic.

“... ... Right. If a monster like that was your opponent, it couldn’t be helped.”

“what?”

“Look over there.”

The tanned young man gave a chin gesture as everyone else’s eyes turned to the battle taking place in a courtyard deep within the gang’s headquarters.

“Aaaaaa!!”

The boss of the grimoire gang, shouting at his throat and wielding a thick greatsword.

And in front of that blade, a sharp flash of light that flashes nonstop.

Even the surviving members of the gang constantly running between the whirlwinds of electrodes that connect fragments of the flash in the dark.

The sparks that burst out between the slashing strikes and swordsmanships that collided with each other suddenly grew in size and brightly lit up the surroundings.

Whoaaaaaa!!

In the meantime, the face of the wizard who nodded was fully reflected.

A black-haired young man wearing a rider jacket and holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The appearance is slightly different from what we’ve heard so many times, but everyone knows that there’s no way two lightning wizards of that level could exist on this floor.

Behind the back of the Changsa who lifted the leopard, low curses came out one after another.

“Was it fast!!”

“I was running a race with that goddamn monster... ... !”

“They said my bike riding skills are ridiculous.”

“Why are you fighting? Did you win the race?”

“Be quite.”

Changsha said without even looking back at them.

“The fastness is fighting. Do you not even know what this means?”

“What is that... ... ?”

If you don’t even want to understand, you don’t have to worry anymore.

Changsha didn’t respond, but focused on watching Lennok fight from afar.

Right now, in this spot, while others are making a fuss, even for a moment, blades and magical powers are tearing through the air dozens of times and scattering desperate death everywhere.

In the midst of the waves of attack, which is not strange even if his whole body is torn apart in front of his eyes, that wizard does not move a single finger.

Deflecting the skewer that hit the head with a shield, and striking the ax blade that struck the back and waist with a lightning strike.

That moment when he touched the blade that had come close to his nose and twisted his head.

Kaga Gak!!

All those bloody blitzes that were galloping at Lennok lost direction and scraped away.

Only bluish sparks splashed nonstop, showing that even the magician’s collar hadn’t been brushed.

“Kahak... ... !!”

“Don’t disturb the captain!!”

“Re-timing!! Take a good look at your magic!!”

“X-foot, does that make sense... ... !!”

Even in the midst of non-stop double-swearing and chatter, the gang members know what to do.

Every time the captain exchanging workshops from the front is out of breath, he puts checks in, draws attention, and supports firepower from all directions at an unexpected opportunity.

It was only that Lennok’s movements, which read all the intentions and the flow of the offensive, were perfect and concise.

“also... ... .”

Each time the voice answered, the corpses wandering around Lennok lost their strength one by one and plunged their heads back into the ground.

A cruel temper that even dead humans use once and then throw away as a means to convey their intentions.

It was completely contrary to what he had just said, but neither of them bothered to point it out.

In a way, it was only natural that the standards of morality and violence of Nogoe, who had lived for over a hundred years, were twisted far differently from ordinary people.

[I heard the story a long time ago. They say that a blood-crazed wizard roams the outskirts of the city... ... . I dismissed it as a common ghost story, but.]

After a brief pause, the voice asked in a laughing tone.

[Looking at it now, it seems that it wasn’t necessarily an inflated rumor.]

“... ... .”

Why did Lennok not bring his avant-garde with him? Why did he gain combat power that surpasses that of a warrior as a sorcerer?

Tired of explaining why and clearing up misunderstandings, Lennok just kept his mouth shut.

But rather, it seemed that his sullen demeanor was more to his liking. A faint laugh echoed among the corpses.

[okay. You have to have that level of composure to be able to even dare to talk to me. It won’t be a place without regrets. Shall we have a conversation?]

... !!”

Even after death, corpses screaming and screaming in agony groan.

But even that ugliness is nothing compared to the plain tone that seems to rise from the other side of the shadows.

The man who was the head of a judicial institution in a megalopolis that has judged the outlaws rampaging in the Balkans hundreds of thousands of times asked.

[The young wizard of Dyke. Do you know that so many people are fed up with your rudeness?]

“If you had just appeared and solved the problem, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Only then did Lennok, who took out a cigarette from his bosom, put it in his mouth and lit it, laughing.

“Nice to meet you, Madrid Onion. It’s the first time we’ve met in person.”

* * *

Command. To bind the power of the spirit, which is not real and bound to the body, in the form of control, and use it as the basis for magic.

Although it uses a power different from magical power and shares the same roots, it is a kind of system that is distinctly different from other techniques such as magic or witchcraft.

Even if they deal with the same command, there is a big difference in the techniques and styles they use.

Those who deal with military spirits are also very different, so didn’t they come together to create an old city called Yorta?

A kind of primitive yet sophisticated orthodox study that represents them at the forefront of how to deal with spirits, but boasts a history as old as magic if you look into its history.

And Madrich Onion was one of the most powerful people who formed a family by dealing with such martial arts for decades.

“A race using a gang that a powerful person like you chose as a way to supplement the military command is so lame.”

Lennok laughed in front of Madric, who looked down at him without flinching.

“Anyone who has heard even a little about the concept of Mangwiyahaeng will not find it difficult to figure out the secret hidden in this race. Was there any reason to supplement the military order that far?”

A race hosted by the grimoire gang with public goods from the city government as a reward.

There is no doubt that there are people who question the fact that it starts at midnight and continues until just before dawn, and the number of people is thoroughly determined in advance.

However, even so, the fact that this race has been maintained so far is proof that those who noticed it like Lennok have been thoroughly dealt with.

Needless to say, whose hands fell into the hands of those secretly disposed of in the hands of gangsters.

However, even after hearing Lennok’s words, Madrich answered without any change in pitch.

[In order to be qualified, you must have enough knowledge and intelligence to notice that much.]

“What?”

[This is one of the common misunderstandings of those who are ignorant of martial arts.]

Madric laughed through the man’s body as he slowly wandered through the air.

[If you try to squeeze the spirits of the children who couldn’t even eat it, only dirty dregs will flow out. Being complacent and rich in spiritual and physical flesh is only useful in the prohibition of human sacrifice.]

“... ... .”

[Becoming subject to the magician as a spirit means that the person concerned also contacts the source of the magician and shares their wishes. It means to completely entrust one’s own existence to the command of the military. Even if the act itself is not completely voluntary, it is natural to care about quality rather than quantity.]

Lennok, who finally understood what Madric was talking about, let out a blank laugh.

“It means that the race itself was deliberately structured to resemble the Night of the Hundred Ghosts and was waiting for those who noticed the anomaly. Did you select only relatively superior people and make them your commanders?”

[Completing the night trek itself is the same as performing the ritual to become a military commander. Among them, those who have the intelligence and courage to notice abnormalities and raise objections to the gang can be said to have met the minimum conditions.] Madric said

.

[This was the only way to supplement the military command in this land with relatively poor spiritual knowledge. During the long war, when I was gathering and judging sinners, my strength never ran out... ... Isn’t it the law that nothing goes the way you set it?]

At the same time as he said that, the man’s arm creaked and lifted.

The direction of the gesture was directed to the other race participants who were watching the whole situation from the back of the plaza.

Before Lennok noticed and reacted, Madric, who had borrowed the body of a man, clenched his fists.

Whoooooooo!!

The gray gale that blew in from all directions grabbed the participants by the shoulders and broke their heads.

“Damn it... ... !!”

Wood Deuk!!

The appearance of those who could not resist properly and died instantly while their limbs were caught.

Madric, who took the lives of dozens of onlookers in an instant, shook his hands and clicked his tongue.

[Look. It’s messy and worth nothing. The spirit bodies of others who died at your hands are no different. As a simple grudge, it only screams at living beings.]

“... ... .”

All he did was collect the spirits of the gang members Lennok had just killed and pour them out like waves.

Just by getting into the hands of a high-level military commander, the grudges will attack living beings on their own, strangling them and twisting them to death.

[Life is like a consumable that is used once and thrown away... ... Isn’t it deplorable? The value of existence is like a bond that is determined from birth and cannot be escaped. The commanding ceremony is a noble ceremony that gives meaning to even such pathetic people.]

He turned his gaze to the silent Lennok again and said.

[I will give you a chance to break free from that bondage. Wouldn’t you like to learn martial arts under my jurisdiction?] The

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