Chapter 839

The Medicine-Taking Genius Wizard Episode 839:

Handover (7)

Wow!!

Hot blood is sprayed across the dry battlefield.

The air in the stadium, filled with a mixture of screams, shouts, and moans, is so hot that it feels like it will cook your hair.

“Aaaaaaa!!”

I forget my face and pride and scream at the top of my lungs from the pain of my whole body being torn apart.

But that doesn’t last long, and as soon as my vision splits in two, I lose consciousness.

Tdu-duk-duk!!

A black thunderbolt split the top of the head and shattered the bald giant’s head.

The skull is broken on the spot and the contents spill out, depicting an indescribable horror in a color different from the blood.

“Ssivaaaal!!”

“Tear people apart with your bare hands!!”

“Wooweee!!”

Crowds of people screaming, disgusted and excited by death beyond anything imaginable.

[How on earth did this happen?]

Contrary to the increasingly enthusiastic response, the atmosphere in the VIP audience was cold and subdued.

[How did they obtain the blood of that warlock and use it as a doping agent here?]

[Alejandro Murphy. Can you definitely take responsibility for this situation now?]

It is hard to believe that the doping agent that Murphy submitted for this project may have been made using the blood of the Great King.

Where on earth did they get the blood of a warlock who roams the entire continent, causing destruction without standards or rules?

“....”

But instead of hastily answering that question, Murphy kept his mouth shut and looked away, pretending not to notice.

Lennok chuckled as he realized that it was to check Lennok’s reaction before answering.

Designers who could not stand it began to voice their opinions as they watched the carnage unfolding below.

“Calm down, everyone.”

“Isn’t there a possibility that the doping agent used by Murphy was not the blood of the King?”

“Discussing information that has not been confirmed by the person himself is-” [

No, definitely not.]

A strong-looking man with scars all over his body spoke from the other side of the screen.

[I saw a city where a flight was taking place. That is surprisingly similar to that monster’s magical power.]

“...Could you tell me what makes you think that way?”

[Look at the prisoner’s magic power as he slaughters the other participants.]

The prisoner’s performance in battle using Lennok’s blood as a doping agent was by far overwhelming.

A cruel hand that tears apart opponents with only hand-to-hand combat while wearing a black thunderbolt.

Even if you just touch the pitch-black thunderbolt, the other participants die horribly on the spot without even being able to use their hands.

“Aaaahhh!!!”

“Help me, save me!!”

“Magic power... Why isn’t my magic power coming back!!!”

He desperately tries to struggle, but the abilities and magic power administered through the doping agent do not work properly.

Rather, the prisoner is swallowed up as if completely absorbed by the black thunderbolt held out by him, sinks endlessly, and then disappears as if washed away.

[Magic power that has been thoroughly crushed and deteriorated beyond recognition. I have clearly seen this at the side of the King.]

“....”

The man with the scar spoke with a tremor in his voice that could not be hidden even through the screen.

[A terrible idea that has been gathered together and twisted as if it did not belong to one person. This is definitely...!!!]

Damn!!

Black dried blood drips stickily at the feet.

Tdu-duk-duk!!

Muscles and nerves are torn, and the living human body turns into something worse than a rag.

Wow!!

A soft smile appears on the prisoner’s face every time he crushes the mouth from which a scream escapes.

The moment when the prisoner, with a bright smile, raised his head, drenched in blood, as if life had returned to his expression.

Black thunderstorms began to surge like waves and flood the entire fighting arena.

Kwaaaa!!

“Wow wow!!”

“Wait a minute... isn’t this a little dangerous?”

The magic was so powerful and powerful that even the other audience members who were shouting in excitement felt shivers down their spines.

Other customers quickly looked away and began questioning Murphy.

[Murphy. Please explain right now.]

[Where on earth did you get such a hideous thing?]

“I don’t know why you’re so excited.”

At that moment, Murphy answered in a sticky, subdued voice.

He said as he turned his gaunt body around in his wheelchair.

“As promised, I just showed how to handle precious materials that no one can find.”

[Don’t you know that’s not the problem?]

[If this is found out by King Myeong, we’ll all just die...!!]

“I guess that’s not the important thing.”

Murphy interrupted the customers, his eyes shining sharply.

“Isn’t it true that I have the ability to obtain materials that other designers can’t even get their hands on and turn them into medicine?”

[....]

“Be patient. “I will personally show you how to complete this project.”

Murphy turned his back on the silent customers and headed to the corner of the room, dragging Lennok with him.

“So half. “What on earth is that?”

“...Didn’t I just leave you a lesson to tell you to be patient?”

“It didn’t feel like this the last time we experimented.”

Murphy took out a sonic device to block sound from inside his arms, activated it, and whispered to Lennok.

“All I knew was that doping with your blood was powerful enough to interfere with the hierarchy. “From here on, it’s actually an area I don’t know anything about.”

The class that Murphy knows is a level 8 archmage. He is a lightning wizard who has reached an untouchable level.

If Lennok’s blood was adjusted with a doping agent to elicit medicinal effects, it would definitely have to be in a form close to magic.

However, the battle of a prisoner who took doping drugs was more like that of a massacre, burning away the opponent’s magic and will rather than that of a magician.

It is natural for customers watching the current situation to misunderstand the identity of the doping agent.

“Lastly, we made some adjustments to the doping agent. “I think that’s why people mistake it for the King’s blood.”

And Lennok understood to some extent why things had turned out this way.

“The magical power was dyed black and the pattern was twisted so that it was unrecognizable, but it seems that it happened to resemble the King’s magical power. “I had bad luck.”

Murphy asked, looking at Lennok in astonishment.

“Can you only explain that by saying it was bad luck...?”

“....”

No, actually, it’s probably not a coincidence.

Lennok knew it too.

It is clear that the characteristics of the magical power that was inadvertently altered have become similar to those of Ming.

This may be because it is closer to the optimal form for controlling and reaping the fate of others rather than one’s own.

The cause and effect that Lennok had understood about Ming so far. The reason he became like that.

The fundamental motivation for building qualifications to challenge ascension by conducting provisional flights.

Now that I vaguely understand it, I realize that it has degenerated in a similar direction at Lennok’s fingertips.

Perhaps if we dig a little deeper into this part, we will be able to find out what ending Myung truly wants.

But rather than focus on that fact right away, Lennoch decided to focus on solving the problem at hand.

“If you want, you can settle it here. “What do you want to do?”

“...You’re saying it will lead to a conclusion?”

“....”

Lennok’s gaze was fixed on him as he stood leaning on his cane.

With that alone, the prisoner’s body stiffened and began to faintly convulse.

“Uh, uh...”

The prisoner, who had slaughtered fifteen superhumans as if playing with them and was still running wild with energy, stuttered and couldn’t even speak properly.

An eerie conviction penetrates my mind. There is no basis or reason, but the clearest sign of death is approaching.

I don’t feel anything, but it feels like I know everything.

Magic power and judgment brought about by the power of others. My intuition, whose origins I could not pinpoint, was telling me one conclusion with utmost clarity.

die here

While everyone watched with bated breath as the prisoner stood blankly and trembled.

Lennok said, standing in front of the prisoner.

“It was quite a bit of trash. Thanks to you, I saw something interesting.”

“....”

“If you have anything to say, I will listen.”

The sight of Lennog readily giving orders without even moving his cane.

However, the prisoner could not resist Lennok’s words and trembled all over and answered with difficulty.

“Among the people I killed... were my family...”

“...”

“Next to the body...”

“Even if you killed a parricide, you still want to be buried with your family?”

Lennok laughed.

Since he was such a vicious criminal, he must have found his way into this underground fighting arena and was used as a drug test subject.

“good. “I’ll have someone take care of it.”

Lennok nodded and lightly tapped his cane.

widely!!

A faint line of lightning rose from the fingertips grasping the staff.

The moment when the thunderbolt that shot up into the air rotated without a sound and entered the prisoner’s temple.

Lennok said.

“Commit suicide.”

Deep!!

At that moment, the prisoner raised one hand and stabbed himself in the head.

Mechanical, lightning-like hand movements like a puppet, as if it were not of their own volition.

With no time to react, the brain was completely destroyed and the prisoner’s body fell forward.

The pitch-black magical power flowing over the prisoner’s body disappeared completely.

“....”

[....]

The audience watching, the designer, and the client who planned this stage all looked at the scene frozen.

Lennok slowly raised his head, ignoring the stares and reactions of those around him.

The moment when the wizard’s gaze instantly penetrated those in the VIP section and the people were startled by an eerie chill.

“I don’t like the location.”

Kwaaaang!!!

The VIP seats fell in front of Lennok and shattered.

“Wow!!”

“Cluck cluck!!”

The designers in the booth-shaped room were buried among the debris, screaming and coughing alternately.

Murphy was also unable to escape and was swept away, collapsing among the remains of the booth.

Lennok chuckled as he looked at the designer and the clients beyond the screen that had not yet been turned off.

“For the first time in a while, I thought I met someone useful, but it turned out to be an abandoned toy.”

The whispered message rang clearly in my ears.

An eerie whisper as if it were inserting the doctor itself directly into one’s brain.

People who are frightened by the unfamiliar communication method they have never experienced before inadvertently cover their ears and take a step back with a pale complexion.

“I don’t have much patience.”

But Lennok ignored such reactions and spoke quietly.

“It doesn’t matter what tricks you try in this city, but you have to make sure I don’t do anything in vain.”

“...!!!”

“Next time something like this happens in front of me, it will happen to you too...”

Lennok laughed as he beat the fallen prisoner’s body with his cane.

“It makes me feel this way.”

[....]

Lennok turns around before hearing the answer.

[Now wait a minute...!!]

Someone among the clients who was watching with a pale complexion beyond the screen shouted.

[Give me a chance...!! If you could give us insight into even just a little bit of your talent-!!]

Whoop!!

The moment I took one more step, Lennok’s new model disappeared from the spot.

How strong was the power of the Archmage who killed that monstrous prisoner with just one word.

How rare and rare that moment of appearing here was to those gathered here.

[Ha...]

The moment when the eyes of the clients who had realized it too late and were lamenting all turned towards Murphy.

“Haa....”

Murphy also smiled bitterly as he realized that Lennok had disappeared before he knew it.

* * *

Phew!!

Lennok got down in a dark alley, took off his coat, draped it over one arm, and turned his back to me.

“There is no trace. “Were you worried for nothing?”

I was paying attention because it was the first time in a while that I was moving as a member of the class, but it seems like I didn’t have the spirit to keep track of it.

After all, after turning the tables on us, just cleaning up the project must be daunting enough.

I felt bad about handing it over to Murphy, but in many ways, it was convenient to end things quickly at this point.

Notoriety that goes beyond the limits is something that sometimes makes us understand even unreasonable words and actions.

Since I have unintentionally gained notoriety, it would not be unfair to use it in this way sometimes.

[....]

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

[It’s nothing.]

“Okay. Let’s behave well.”

That’s what he said, but if you think about it, isn’t it true that Lennok used the reputation of fastness to help Murphy?

Of course, it is ethical to handle the level of remediation there.

‘After receiving the medical checkup record and checking my physical condition, I should visit the Bylon Research Institute... There are many suspicious aspects.’

The moment when Lennoc was thinking about his future plans and was about to open the door of the mansion and walk in.

“....”

I realized that there was someone standing under the streetlight.

A stealth technique so blurry and perfect that not even Lennok could notice its presence until now.

“half.”

My gaze met the green eyes standing under the streetlight.

“long time no see.”

“...Eveline.”

Lennok, who called her name without thinking, realized one thing and kept his mouth shut.

There was no tracking. I knew long ago that there was no follow-up.

Evelyn discovered Lennok’s residence, which had never been discovered before, and waited for him in person.