Chapter 666

Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Episode 666

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“I see. Did you feel this way?”

“... ... 3 apostles?”

The boy, who was covered in scars all over his body, glanced away at the voice coming from behind.

The believers in the pure white uniforms of the church were looking up at him with eyes mixed with awe.

A hideous hill of flesh with countless corpses piled up like a mountain.

The thick blood and the smell of blood stinging the nose filled the green fortress.

Paradox Green, the Outer Fortress of the Central Front, was once full of vitality and prosperity.

It is one of the most prosperous fortress cities in the DMZ under the thorough management of the warlords.

The fortress, which became the center of trade for thousands of mercenaries, soldiers and superhumans, was covered with red bloodstains.

It wasn’t supermen belonging to the church or thousands of religious soldiers who committed that slaughter, but one apostle.

It was also the third apostle who had been imprisoned for decades under the basement of the main church and never showed his face.

“If there is anything uncomfortable with me... ... .”

“It’s not like that, don’t worry about it.”

Tousled black hair and a dazed expression out of focus somewhere. A nonchalant way of speaking that does not suit his childish appearance.

His ghastly appearance with scars and cuts on his skin like a tattoo, and even the chains that were tied to his limbs that were bigger than his body.

Charreuk!!

All over the chain, blood and flesh that once belonged to a living human are dripping down.

As the boy wriggled his shoulders in annoyance, the chain that bound his left arm moved like a live snake and struck him on the back.

Kwaaaang!!

“Damn it... ... !!”

With that movement, the back of the soldier rushing from behind the 3 apostles was crushed and cut off.

The boy, frothing and convulsing and not looking back at the dead body, sat with his chin on his chin and raised his gaze.

“When I went on a journey with him, I could sometimes hear stories about angels.”

“angel... ... Are you talking?”

The boy smiled at the believers who still couldn’t understand and tilted their heads.

“At the time, I thought it was simply a vague metaphor for the paradise we hoped for, but... ... I guess that wasn’t the case.”

The apostle’s eyes, staring at the dark-clouded sky, suddenly twisted terribly.

“The regurgitation of emotions that are much messier and lower than I thought... ... I know right away when I feel it. Could that have been our original plant??”

“... ... .”

The apostles of the church are strategic weapons that have been selected as incarnations of foreign gods and have heard some of their abilities.

That is why, in return for giving up on humans, he gets closer to foreign media and suffers from madness that cannot maintain reason.

The 3 apostles Hughes, who took the form of a boy, also became mad long ago and was imprisoned in the main church.

Even so, I have never forgotten for a moment about the short journey I took with him.

A short trip he took with the owner of the church before becoming an apostle.

I am endlessly chewing on the conversation we had at that time beyond the never-ending madness.

That is why the boy was able to immediately recognize the presence of an angel who disappeared after appearing for a very short time.

An angel who served the leader before the church and died.

That presence has now descended somewhere in this world and then disappeared.

If he had been his former self, he would have thrown away what he was doing and ran and developed the fragments of the angel to his master, but

the boy was not the one he used to be, and he can no longer be in his original self.

The boy, who was watching the massacre he had committed, stood up and the believers rushed to support him.

Even though the blood on the boy’s body sticks to the clean clothes of the believers, he doesn’t care.

“Apostle, our mission team will personally serve you. Where shall we go?”

“hmm... ... .”

The troubled boy looked around and smiled.

“I want to wash myself first. Could you take me to the water source?”

“All right!!”

Dozens of believers, some supporting the boy’s body and others struggling to lift and carry the thick chain.

The boy blinked his eyelids as he was lifted up by the followers and laid back comfortably.

The 2 apostles granted his wish to die, but he did not put him into a harsh battlefield.

Rather, as if to test how far the boy’s madness could endure, he simply threw it into a place where he could commit a massacre.

The boy, too, devoted himself to tearing the life before his eyes faithfully according to his will.

The Outer Fort of Paradox, which the boy destroyed now, was one of the strategic points of the central front under the management of the head warlord.

However, recently, as a problem occurred in the head of the warlord, the domain of the warlord is being bitten like crazy.

The Church, which signed a truce with the Order Federation, is also greedily devouring the warlord’s territory with its heads, as if it had been quiet.

“If even failing fails, what is left of me?”

The boy muttered as he slowly closed his eyes.

“I can’t stand it for long... ... .”

In the church’s nature, there are more apostles who, like boys, suffered madness and started killing themselves.

If the boy’s death can lead to meaningful results for the church, the other insane apostles will also be released with a similar purpose.

At the end of madness, the meaning of death he wants is just that much.

But right now, we don’t know what the two apostles, who act as the leader and are in charge of all the affairs of the church, are thinking and releasing him like this.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time, and I’m just focusing on enjoying the scenery of the world.

The sound of the chain dragging on the floor of the three apostles began to fade away, with the bloody citadel at their back.

* * *

Wing Wing Wing!

Follow me!

“... ... I’m going to die of noise.”

Lennok, lying on the bed, snapped his fingers, and the ringing of the phone that was heard everywhere disappeared like a lie.

Bedroom window with sunlight coming in.

Lennok, who had fallen asleep in the dusty bedroom, opened his eyes blankly and stared at the surrounding landscape.

The 20th district of Balkan, a megacity. Detached house returned after a few weeks.

As soon as he returned to this mansion, which had been left without anyone coming and going, he fell asleep and woke up only now.

The ringtone ringing now must be from other acquaintances who realized that Lennok’s cell phone was within range.

But even though Lennok knew that, he had no intention of answering the calls pouring in right away.

[Is Master awake?]

I went down to the living room while messing around with my messy hair, and the cyber spirit was playing happily among all kinds of junk.

Artifacts and parts of various modified equipment that I acquired while working as an artisan in Machine City Makina.

[A wizard’s mansion usually doubles as a laboratory. Still unsure of what it means to invite guests to your lab?]

“... ... Heck, can’t you?!”

At Dylan’s slightly excited boyish voice, Mila frowned in disgust, and both Manson and Manson nodded at the same time.

[If you’re lucky, you might get an artifact or gift made by a wizard. Therefore, it is right for us to prepare to look good to the class as much as possible.]

“Snobbish bastard. After all, you were thinking of Ban that way!!”

[If you don’t like it, stay out. But what is

that comb?”

Mila clears her throat and combs her hair neatly with a natural comb.

Dylan and Manson looked at Mila with cold eyes.

[Oh, that’s right.]

“Hmm... ... If you can’t even speak.”

“I think everyone is thinking about something wrong... ... Soo

-ryun, who was watching the ugliness from the side, sighed and shook her head.

“Aren’t you the kind of person who would fall for such a trick in the first place and add something to it? Rather than worrying about it, go naturally.”

Soo-ryun, who said that, was also wearing a pure white coat, the family’s traditional ceremonial attire.

Beep!!

“Oh, I got a call from Jenny.”

Dylan looked at his phone and tilted his head.

“I’m going to take the people from the company, so I told you to go first?”

“Well then, I have nothing to say. let’s wake up slowly The coffee here is not too good.”

[You usually like alcohol more than caffeine, don’t you?]

While bickering nonstop, they get up and walk towards Lennok’s mansion.

In an instant, the eyes of the people around were focused on the loud, big, and bizarre superhumans talking loudly.

However, the constant conversations began to cut off little by little as they wandered without finding Lennok’s mansion.

Even though he undoubtedly remembered the address Ban had given him, at some point he discovered that he was going round and round the same street.

“... ... what?”

“I can’t find my way. How did this happen?”

Embarrassed, Dylan and Mila scratched their heads and looked around.

Of course, as superhumans and outstanding mercenaries, they rarely make the mistake of getting lost.

Spatial perception is an extremely important ability for people with physical abilities.

It was one of those experiences that forced me to learn in order to survive on this floor, even if I had no talent.

Manson, who belatedly realized the identity of the deja vu, nodded.

[Right. Everyone, stop detecting magic altogether.]

“What does that have to do with this situation... ... Uhm?”

The moment you reduce your senses according to Manson’s words, you feel strangely reoriented in your head.

A sense of heterogeneity, as if a sense of incongruity that had not been noticed until now was finally fully recognized.

Only then did the mercenaries’ expressions change as they realized that this was no mere coincidence or mistake.

“... ... Wouldn’t that be half the work?”

[Otherwise, who would do this?]

Manson nodded and moved ahead.

[It’s not about knowing the address, it’s about making sure you can’t pinpoint the location through magic detection.]

“But this just doesn’t make sense. How can the flow of thoughts be twisted just by detecting the use of magical power... ... .”

Su-ryun muttered as if he didn’t understand.

All of the mercenaries gathered here are skilled people who have learned to change the nature of magical power or have acquired power equivalent to it.

However, they were not aware of the fact, let alone lost their way just by deploying their magic power detection.

The terrifying truth that the sorcerer is interfering in all actions that involve mana beyond the level of deceiving the senses and cognition.

It’s not a level that can be dismissed as the same magic user.

If you have reached the stage of playing with existing common sense and rules, you will definitely be half-

“Unless you have crossed the hierarchy in Machine City... ... .”

[Wasn’t he responding to the invitation to ask about that fact?]

The man and woman Manson standing next to each other interrupted their training.

[He called us like this because he had an idea to have a conversation on his own. More than that is enough to check later.”

“okay. That’s right.”

Dylan nodded.

“And even if half had changed in the first place, how much would it have changed? The friendship that fell behind against the crocodile old man with me is not going anywhere!”

“Why is that your friendship?”

Fortunately, the atmosphere of the party who started to find the right way seemed to come back to some extent.

The boisterous voice disappeared like a lie the moment they stood in front of the mansion.

“... ... .”

A quiet street with trees standing on both sides. An outlying area where private mansions with wide gardens are spaced apart at considerable intervals.

Dylan looked back at the group with a slightly nervous expression.

“Is this right?”

[...] ... According to the address.]

“Should I press it?”

“Wait a minute. Mental preparations... ... .”

Kwaaaaang!!

Before Dylan could take a deep breath, the wall next to the front door had been shattered and a dazzling light burst out.

Dozens of feathers, like the wings of an angel, fluttered at the same time, clinging to various parts of the city and exploding.

However, the explosion is restored on the spot as if time is rewinding before it even bursts out of the street.

While the others stiffened slightly at the unexpected reaction, a voice echoed through the open door.

“I will not make you do something dangerous enough to require mental preparation.”

“... ... half.”

Lennok, his face smeared with soot, hammer in hand, was leaning against the front door smiling.

“Let’s come in and talk.”

Behind such Lennok, the space shattered like glass, and a crack was about to crawl out the door as if it were alive.

break-up break-up... ... !!!

“... ... .”

Would it be an illusion if the quiet mansion began to look like a perfect demonic realm?

Mila, who looked at him with a frightened expression, muttered involuntarily.

“It’s not a party after all... ... .”