Chapter 782

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 782

Ghost Journey (8)

Kung!!

The body of the bull-headed apostle who collapsed in a gruesome form with not even the original form remaining.

The tentacles of Kamrodal that controlled the mad apostle were no longer visible.

Seeing Lennok riding on top of the body of the fallen apostle, the priestess murmured in amazement.

[...] ... It’s an eccentricity.]

All the battles you’ve been fighting so far have been to crush Kamrodal’s parasite with the head of the apostle.

Only after Lenok smashed the apostle’s head with a subspace bullet did the priestess realize the true intention.

[The Apostolic Ceremony of Kamrodal is a masterpiece that is counted among three fingers for its perfection and sophistication even within the Church. How could this... ... .]

“Because this apostle was defeated in the war with the Federation and was ruined.”

Lennok replied indifferently, kicking the apostle in the head and turning away.

“I was just forcibly rolling a corpse that had no room for revival. It’s easy to break something like this because you’ve been controlling it.”

It was a monster whose brain was already damaged even before Kamrodal controlled it, making normal thinking impossible.

I don’t know what kind of magician the Federation’s splicing master is, but he must have been someone with the ability to touch all kinds of body parts, including internal organs.

Kamrodal must have had a hard time controlling him too, as he skillfully broke it so that even an apostle could not stand it.

It’s just that such problems were not revealed on the surface due to Kamrodal’s skills and rhetoric.

“It was clear that he was not fully manipulating his body when he cut off the ends of his finger-like body parts. If only the central nervous system was burned, it would be a win.”

During the battle, opening the apostle’s head and cutting off the extremities of the body to examine the reaction was to find out how perfectly Kamrodal was manipulating the apostle’s body.

As soon as he confirmed that it was not as strong as he thought, Lennok concocted a spell and shoved it into his skull, burning the apostle’s nervous system and killing him.

[...] ... .]

The priestess who had been listening to Lennok finally came to her senses and murmured.

[That’s great. Warriors of this level are extremely rare even within the church... ... .]

“Among the same Apostles, there must be a few guys who can do similar things.”

[yes. I didn’t see it myself, but I did

n’t think I shouldn’t mention too much about the internal circumstances of the church.

The priestess was silent, but Lennok guessed what she was trying to say.

In fact, the 10 apostles whom Lennok had subdued in the Far East branch of the Church were outstanding warriors who could be counted on one hand among those he had dealt with.

10 Apostles Amrita Fraubel.

Did you say that he was a believer who participated in the holy war as a Heretic Questioner before becoming an apostle?

He was not interested in the past, but Lennok remembered it because he was so talented and skillful.

As the priestess said, it must be true that there were outstanding warriors among those who participated in the holy war.

And it would not be strange if some of them, like Amrita, became apostles.

“Hmm, there aren’t as many places to salvage than I thought... ... .”

Lenok, who quickly checked every part of the apostle’s body, struggled.

Having used Walter Martinez’s shell fragments well in the past, I hoped for a meaningful harvest this time too, but there is little to be found.

Most of the body parts are full of traces of stitches, and even that is full of organs that don’t function properly.

“The internal organs of the whole body are completely destroyed. It’s not easy even if you try to do it on purpose.”

Bizarre traces that seem to have been restored by splicing and reattaching the body of a living apostle.

It was probably done by a conjugator who touched this body before Lennok did.

A special type of spell that is different from that of Lenok. Is that also the master of the grafting ceremony that touches the body of a living being?

I had heard rumors that there were exceptionally heterogeneous sorcerers in the alliance, but I never thought I would be able to confirm the truth in this way.

“There must be a reason why the conjugation master and Kamrodal abandoned it even after using it twice. After the hooves and heart are extracted, there will be no room for use.”

If he was determined and dissected the apostle’s body, there would be nothing to gain at all, but it wasn’t that side that he had to check right away.

“Let’s check the facts mentioned earlier. Is it true that you set Yorta as your destination?”

Awakening from his thoughts, Lenok stared at the priestess with a cold gaze.

“Why were you already dead on your way to Yorta?”

[...] ... I think I need to explain this part clearly.]

The priestess gave a small sigh and then nodded as if she had given up. After talking about it with Kamrodal for a while, she must have judged that there was nothing more to hide.

[As you may already know, I was killed by Ascendant Jinwa.]

“... ... .”

[However, due to the words she left behind, she was left in this world without being able to die properly.]

Jinwa, an ascendant who settled down on the outskirts of the central front and formed a paradise lost, was caught by an ascendant who had already fallen and was absorbed in creating his own followers. Are you saying you were sentenced to death yourself?

Lennok also knew how terribly crazy she was, having seen Jinwa’s spirit stone once and returned.

However, I never thought it would be enough to sentence a being of the order of a priestess to death and inflict pain by covering the spirit and body with that word.

Isn’t that a concept that is close to a curse that has already surpassed the concept of the word spirit?

“... ... curse.”

After thinking that far, Lennok could understand why the church was taking the dead priestess to Yorta.

[yes. That’s right.]

The priestess also read Lennok’s reaction and nodded.

[Because Yorta, who observes the flow of all the curses in this world, will be able to find out the identity of the spirit of the spirit covered in my body.]

“... ... .”

[As I said, the death of the body is nothing. As Kamrodal said, my vacancy will only be taken over by future priestesses. In preparation for such an unfortunate event, I have prepared enough children to take my place.]

The priestess said calmly.

[Like the apostles, the existence of priestesses is just a cogwheel for the church... ... It is impossible not to be willing to be afraid of the moment to be replaced.]

coo coo... ... !!

The flow of a huge river that begins at the contact area between the plains that emerged after the swamps and the mountain ranges shearing in the distance.

The water itself is very clear and clean, but the light is so deep that you cannot look into the bottom.

“The flooding stopped a while ago, so the current is stronger than I thought.”

As Lennok muttered, the priestess added as if she had just remembered.

[Go down the river and there will be a dock. Let’s take a boat there.]

“If you were planning to head to Yorta, you would know what means to use when crossing the river.”

Lennok asked.

“Is there anything else I need to prepare to get on the boat?”

[The Headlane River is a huge stream of spirit that flows through all of Yorta.]

The priestess explained. [They said that finding a boat at the dock

is very important

as the process of crossing the river is treated as an act of crossing the material world.]

[...] ... If it’s not the currency that is used inside Yoreta, money won’t be worth it.]

The priestess answered Lennok’s obvious question with an astounding expression.

[I know that the ceremony of offering valuable offerings or offerings and exchanging them for a ship is a standard rite.]

“I see. In the first place, the word sacrifice... ... .”

Is it a way to bring interesting things or valuables rather than money and exchange them for the boat?

I never thought this would be the meaning of saying that a ritual object is needed to pass through both the material world and the spirit world.

The problem was that he had the guide’s ring to pass through the spirit world, but he hadn’t considered the tribute to save the ship.

Lennok, who had been thinking about the belongings in his arms for a moment, suddenly turned his gaze to his back.

“good. Then let’s take that.”

[yes? You mean that?]

The priestess, who confirmed the direction Lennok was looking at, asked back with a puzzled expression.

[...] ... I don’t think it will produce good results.]

“If it doesn’t work after trying it, it’s enough.”

Lennok said that and immediately reached for the object lying behind his back.

“Rather good. A more interesting picture will come out than I thought.”

* * *

The scenery of the dock where the dark river and the bleak wind blow. As it was the first rite of passage to head to Yorta, several people were waiting at the dock.

“... ... .”

People waiting their turn at a distance between the spacious decks of the marina.

Among them, there are criminals who shed indescribably grim magic.

It is common for a psychopath who giggles like crazy to be alone, and a ghostly presence that is difficult to notice.

The attitude of watching each other with a wary gaze is not friendly to say the least.

They are aware of the fact that those who have gathered here for the sole purpose of entering Yorta are strictly competitors.

Splash splash!!

The sound of waves crashing and crashing outside the river bank.

On top of the scenery of a quiet marina where no one goes first, but the hostility and tension towards each other is rising.

thud!!

There was a huge roar that sounded like a hammer being struck down.

The shock was so great that not only the passengers waiting at the wharf, but also the manager, who hadn’t shown his face, secretly showed up.

However, all those who turned their gaze toward the epicenter of the roar forgot even the purpose of gathering here for a moment and lost their gaze.

thump thump thump!!

The corpse of a bull-headed giant whose head was completely crushed.

It was because someone wearing a black shadowy robe with a magician wrapped around him was walking towards the dock.

The size of the corpse of the monster that Rob was dragging could easily carry several people gathered here.

All eyes are focused on its overwhelming size and its hideous body, which exudes an indescribable dark murder even though it has already died.

“... ... Are you a beast hunter?”

“It’s crazy to drag such a monster to the dock.”

“Aren’t you paying attention to the reaction of the caretakers?”

“Either way, one of them must be strong enough to be disgusting. Another competitor... ... .”

Among the passengers gathered at the dock, there are even those who show more interest in the corpse of the monster than the robe.

“The amount of condensed morale is considerable in its enormous size. You mean there was a monster like that in the swamp?”

“It’s a rare corpse. I’d like to buy it if I can pay the price.”

The figure of a robe ignoring the eyes pouring in from all directions and walking silently, dragging the corpse of a bull-headed giant.

After reaching the end of the dock, the managers who came to their senses hurriedly blocked the front.

“You have a noisy guest.”

An elderly woman with wrinkles on her face glared at him and asked.

“May I ask what you want?”

“I want to ride a boat.”

A bizarre twisted modulation sound leaked from the obsidian mask that illuminated the inside of the robe.

“I heard you could get a transfer from this dock.”

“... ... .”

He smiled as he pointed to the corpse of the monster Lennok had brought with him.