Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 931

Kuuuung!!!

The ground splits like a crevasse, swallowing the ruins of the satellite city.

Collapsed buildings, asphalt, and fragments of streetlights and utility poles disappear into the cracks between the white sands.

Thick bedrock defies gravity, surging upwards and completely transforming the terrain of the land.

Kwaaa kwa kwa kwa!!!

The solid earth heaves and shakes like waves, with earthquakes and storms relentlessly raging.

Shattering boulders float in the air, illuminated by lightning, as two figures descend onto the distorted cliff.

Flash!!

Kwaaaang!!

They flicker like lightning, their forms distorted as if they were not human.

Against the dark night sky, the figures of the two, drenched in lightning, appear on the newly formed cliff.

“Haa, haa…!!”

“…”

Peisha, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat, and Kyulbaek, silently massaging his shoulder.

Both of them are emitting flashes of lightning, and they seem to be having trouble adjusting to their own movements.

Pajijijik…!!!

“This is truly an unbelievable amplification magic.”

Kyulbaek mutters with an expression filled with awe.

Even on his arm, visible between the folds of his pure white robe, a tingling lightning is seeping and sparking.

“If it were even slightly weaker, it wouldn’t have worked, and if it were stronger, it would have been uncontrollable.”

“Keuheok, heuak…!!”

“It’s been too long since I’ve realized how useful and dangerous a skilled wizard can be.”

“Damn it, enough, hurry… start…!!!”

Peisha yells, her face contorted like a demon.

“I feel like I’m going to die… even now!!”

Just by the fact that she can’t even shout as fiercely as usual, one can tell how much pain she is in.

However, her spirit is several times stronger than before, and with each shout, lightning bursts from her throat, illuminating the surroundings.

Even the flesh monster rampaging on the ground looks up and barks wildly at Peisha, who is pumping her entire body like a lightning incarnate.

However, Kyulbaek firmly shakes his head at Peisha’s words.

“As per the plan, the Tower Lord must give the signal first. Have you already forgotten?”

“Damn it!! Just because you received a useful magic, do you think you’re some kind of dog!!”

“Indeed. The fact that I owe him my life might be magic in itself for me.”

Kyulbaek shakes his head, his hands behind his back, at Peisha’s sharp cry.

“So that everything about the human named Claude Azlan is not denied, so that the Turyeon Gate [a likely reference to a specific organization or location] and my granddaughter are not tarnished with disgrace. He has given us a chance.”

“Keuk…!! You call yourself a dog, yet you still don’t know him.”

Peisha’s mouth, with its gleaming eyes, tears open like a ghost as she glares at Kyulbaek.

As lightning bursts from her grinning mouth, her face flickers like a ghost.

“He’s a guy who can still think even when he’s crazier than me. Do you really think that bastard restored your mind for your sake?”

“…”

“To be saved because you’re useful and then wag your tail, boasting that you’ve received grace. It’s utterly ridiculous. Isn’t it?”

“Perhaps.”

Kyulbaek answers calmly.

His tired eyes turn towards Anathema, who is wrapped in a giant ring of earth in the distance of the night sky.

“Even so, the fact that I could return like this is his mercy and grace. Even if there were various coincidences, it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the Tower Lord.”

“…”

“I understand why Lord Grisban resents and hates the Tower Lord. But accept that he was able to earn your hatred because he is such a being, and that we can be here because of him.”

The sunken eyes of the old warrior look down at the eyes of another madman.

“If you cannot accept that even the blessing bestowed upon this body is proof that he is far ahead of us, nothing will change.”

“Ha!! How typical of an old elder. Now you’re pretending to be on my side and trying to mediate the situation-”

[You two are being annoyingly loud. Be quiet.]

“…!!!”

Lenok’s cold voice echoes in Peisha’s mind as if it were piercing her brain.

Kyulbaek also seems to have heard a similar response, as his expression momentarily turns strange.

The amplification magic on their bodies, a divine artifact that manipulates the thunder of the Thunder God to transmit thoughts.

[This is the first time I’ve prepared something like this, so it took some time. The preliminary work is more hands-on than I thought.]

A faint annoyance mixes in with Lenok’s words echoing in their minds.

Just as Peisha flinches and stiffens her shoulders at the cold reply.

[The adjustments are complete, so I’ll start providing fire support now.]

Pajik.

At that moment, a line of bright blue light streaks across the night sky above them.

[If you want to live, avoid it on your own.]

The moment they notice it, it has already crossed half the night sky, bisecting and piercing the apostle’s true form diagonally.

The 6th Apostle, who serves the Earth God and possesses the apostle technique to directly manipulate the earth.

The blue light, which pierces through the earth barrier and rings surrounding the apostle’s body in a single blow, pierces Anathema’s wing.

The membrane-covered left wing explodes with tremendous light.

Kwaaaaaaaang!!!!

[…!!!!]

Speed, direction, power, and range, nothing is within expectations.

Anathema’s form, which had been collapsing the foundation of the satellite city and changing the terrain, tilts heavily to one side.

Kurururung!!!

As if to protect the apostle whose one wing has disappeared, a barrier of earth rises up and wraps around Anathema’s body.

A bizarre scene unfolds, with rings of earth and rock fragments orbiting around Anathema like a planet.

Kyulbaek and Peisha, sensing that this is the promised ‘signal,’ move almost simultaneously.

“Let’s go!!”

Pajik…!!!

At the same time as they draw up their magic power, intense electric shocks erupt beneath their feet, and two figures wielding spears dash across the collapsing city.

“Damn it, you’re late!!! Why does a great wizard take so long to prepare!!!”

“Think positively. This daring act could be our last. Isn’t it that the Tower Lord is considerate of us?”

“That’s bullshit. If you paint someone’s face with gold that much, they’ll suffocate and die!!!”

Peisha spits and draws up her magic power, and a bird-shaped ancestral spirit appears behind her back.

Kyulbaek chuckles, and a pure white current surges beneath his feet, further accelerating his body.

[I’ll warn you one more time.]

Lenok’s cold voice echoes, completely ignoring the two spear wielders’ conversation.

[Get out of the way. Or you’ll die.]

Immediately after, the blue light that had pierced the apostle’s wing soars into the sky and transforms into a vast magic circle.

Paah!

Lightning-type unique magic

Formation Chant: Eight Thunder God’s Decree (捌雷伸朝) [A likely reference to a specific spell or technique]

A magic circle with a radius of several tens of meters unfolds above the head of the apostle, who is manipulating the earth of the satellite city.

Pajijijijik!!!!!

Each time the magic circle, filled with intense lightning, rotates, a thunderous sound echoes.

Each time the moonlight of the night sky passes through the magic circle and strikes the ground, it transforms into hundreds of lightning strikes.

[Lightning Well (雷光井)]

[Electric Field Resonance (電圍共鳴)]

[Punishing Thunder (誅傷武雷)]

[Base Thunder Pillar (基雷伸柱)]

Drrrrrrrrk!!!!

Hundreds of lightning pillars strike down across the ruined satellite city.

A vast amount of power, as if opening a sea of thunder in the barren sky and pouring in attribute magic by tilting the balance.

Kugwagwagwagwa!!!!

The fragments of earth that had been rising and rotating with the power of the apostle technique explode and evaporate from the lightning strikes.

The ground boils uncontrollably from the heat that had exceeded its limits, and things that should not have been burning are burning everywhere, emitting acrid fumes.

Chiiiiik!!!

“Puhahahahahat!! Damn it, this is it!!!”

Peisha bursts into laughter as she watches the hundreds of lightning pillars connecting the sky and the ground, creating a hellscape in an instant.

“This is what a great wizard should be like. You’re too lateeeeee!!!!!”

Tatatatang!!

She runs recklessly, stepping on the collapsing ground and falling debris.

She climbs onto the rings of earth that are connected in a circle on both sides, and with her spear blade slashing down on the barrier, she breaks through the bedrock in an instant.

Two streaks of light tear through the rings of earth that had soared like stairs towards the night sky at tremendous speed and collide.

Kwaaaang!!!!

Kyulbaek and Peisha break through the earth barrier protecting Anathema’s body from opposite directions with their spear strikes.

“Anathema, you damn traitor…!!!”

Peisha, who had run up, grips her spear in reverse, pointing it towards the crack below, and grits her teeth.

“If it’s this much, you should come crawling out on your own!!!”

At the same time as she rotates her shoulder, the ancestral spirit that had appeared behind Peisha transforms into a sloth-like monster.

With the illusion that Peisha’s arm is stretching out abnormally, the spear she is holding accelerates with extreme centrifugal force.

Paah!

At the same time as she thrusts her spear into the earth barrier with all her might, it splits open, revealing its insides.

The sound of the ground cracking and shattering.

The fragments of solid bedrock and hardened ground shift, pushed, and break apart uncontrollably.

Inside, the goat-headed apostle, Anathema, who had lost one wing, floats up diagonally.

Anathema, scattering intense thoughts, stares intently at the tattered figure of the demoness.

[I was pondering.]

In his left hand, the spear that Peisha had thrown with all her might is precisely embedded.

[About the fact that I, who had upheld the law while being branded as a traitor of Ars Nova [likely a reference to a specific organization or group], have finally become a true traitor.]

“…You.”

The moment the spear pierces his hand, he stops the spear that was moving faster than the speed of sound with just the strength of his grip.

Although his reflexes and speed are unknown, his strength is truly monstrous.

Eudeudeuk!!

Anathema, gripping the spear shaft with the strength of his left hand, raises his gaze.

[Peisha Grisban. Your criticism, which I despised as a traitor, now reaches me. Yes, I have finally…]

Anathema slowly closes and opens his eyes and says as he draws up his magic power.

[Abandoned the survival of the world and chosen destruction.]

“Even after becoming an apostle, your pompous way of speaking is still the same. You nobles are nothing but corpses without your dignity, right?”

Peisha sneers.

“Go ahead and say whatever you want. The first stage is over, anyway.”

[First stage?]

“That annoying bastard told me to clear the sky first.”

The demoness’s face, enveloped in lightning, is complexly stained with mockery towards herself and her opponent.

The bitter memory of being defeated miserably after burning everything against a wizard.

It is absurd, but even at this moment when they have become allies, there is no end to his capabilities.

The lightning that envelops her entire body, the bombardment of spells that paint the night sky in vibrant colors, and the battlefield layout that unfolds as he had said.

Even she, who is consumed by bloodlust, can’t help but feel self-deprecating at the unrealistic gap that never seems to shrink.

“He said that the sky is a stage that he should use, not us.”

[Spellbinder. Elder Binary. Cartridge Open.]

The moment three streaks of purple light that had soared up from somewhere on the ground are embedded directly into the sphere of earth.

The three impact points embedded on the sphere form a purple triangle.

[Trigger Activated.]

Unique Creation-Type Magic: Spatial Law Application

[Distorted Genesis]

[Secret Blaze of Detachment]

Crackkkkkkkkkk!!!!

The cracks that appeared in space, centered around the triangle, shattered the sphere of earth head-on.

“To use high-level magic of a different type at this distance…!!!!”

Whoooosh!!!

Before Kyulbaek’s exclamation could even finish, a series of colorful lights soared into the sky from the ground.

A blue light containing fierce lightning. A red light wrapped in intense heat. A frosty light emitting a chilling cold.

Purple glows influenced by gravity and space, and the sticky, dark glow of black magic, followed each other from the ground as if painting the sky.

Fwip-fwipp-fwipp-fwipp-fwipp!!!!

Across the night sky, dozens of magic circles unfolded, encircling the ground.

A majestic scene where all kinds of magic circles seemed to replace the constellations in the sky, taking the place of the celestial sphere’s light.

“It’s coming…!!!!!”

Lenok’s requested role as the vanguard was to survive the indiscriminate barrage of magic that didn’t distinguish between friend or foe.

And the continuous stream of spells pouring down from now on was, literally, a concentrated incantation that a great mage was unleashing with all his might.

Just as Peisha, captivated by the unrealistically beautiful glow of magic, gritted her teeth and pulled up her magic power.

Dozens of spells, each containing different attributes, began to fall from the far side of the sky, overlapping dozens of times again.

[Chanting Thunder]

[Crimson Net]

[Star-Colored Ice Lightning]

[Magnetic Gravity Lock]

[Black Butterfly]

Dududududududu!!!!!

The streaks of magic and thought, shining in five brilliant colors, fell like rain from the sky.

Melting, manipulating, shattering, and evaporating the bedrock that had risen and twisted due to the Apostle Technique, then dropping it back to the ground.

A vast bombardment of spells that was hard to believe was being cast by a single mage in succession.

[This is…!!!]

All of the incantations falling were easily surpassing the speed of sound, and were targeting Anathema’s body with abnormal precision.

Even Anathema, faced with a barrage of firepower that was incomparable to anything before, hardened his expression and pulled up his techniques with all his might.

The earth fragments that had curled up into the sky were quickly shaved away in the barrage of techniques.

[Crimson Net]

[Great Flame Wheel]

[Faint Thunder Haze]

[Fire Vortex Sky Slide]

[Piercing Thunder Brand]

Kwaaaaaaaah!!!

More than a dozen spells crashed and exploded on the muscular body covered in fur and scales.

The destructive magic, created by assembling powerful magic power with thought, indiscriminately covered and pressed down on the Apostle’s true form.

The impact of muscles and nerves melting just by touching, and bones being crushed.

The relentless barrage of magic overwhelmed and crushed Anathema’s thoughts without a single waste.

And the aftermath created a shockwave on the ground, leaving a huge crater.

Kwaaaaaaaah!!!!

From the center of the crater, the 6th Apostle, Anathema, who had shed one wing, slowly rose.

Regenerating his entire body, which was burned, melted, and crushed by the spell bombardment in real-time, he was so large that just standing up made him look down on the ground.

A massive body over 5 meters, a muscular giant with a mix of scales and fur, was truly worthy of being called a monster.

[…It is truly astonishing.]

Cheeeeeeek!!

At the same time as the acrid smoke of burning flesh and bones rose, Anathema’s eyes were filled with an exceptionally clear murderous intent.

[If you unleash the firepower that has reached the pinnacle of pure technique, without distinguishing between friend or foe, you reach this level.]

Anathema, looking at Peisha and Kyulbaek who had landed at the edge of the crater, slowly tilted his head.

[A disgustingly dangerous talent. What should have been prioritized in this battle from the beginning was not your existence.]

“You’re quick to notice. Did you suddenly want to find and kill the mage now?”

Peisha, looking down at Anathema, gave a murderous smile.

“Whatever it is, if we’ve dropped you to the ground, we can fight with our feet on the ground.”

Behind her, the Asura spirit [a powerful, multi-armed spirit in Hindu and Buddhist mythology] with three heads and six arms rose, and a flash of lightning turned into a spear.

Fzzzzzzzz!!!

The moment Peisha grabbed the lightning spear, the Asura spirit also grabbed and lifted the spear with its six arms.

Feeling the pain of her palm burning, Peisha burst into laughter.

“Now it’s phase 2. You monster bastard!!!”

[You haven’t changed at all since the civil war. You don’t allow any distractions in battle.]

The moment Anathema clenched his fist and slowly knelt, bringing his hand to the ground.

Kugugugugu!!!!

The entire ground around the 6th Apostle began to melt and rise like water.

[My Apostle Technique is to manipulate the earth where the ground exists. This place should be the stage where my power is strongest.]

The eyes of the goat-headed giant, looking at the superhumans standing around the crater, gleamed with a cruel light.

[Good. I will now teach you what kind of being this body, called the beast of the Order, is.]

* * *

“It has begun.”

Observation tower at the outermost airport district of the satellite city Etanok.

The only structure that had managed to maintain its form even while being swept up in the 6th Apostle’s Apostle Technique.

Lenok sat with his back to the observation tower with broken windows, looking up at the night sky.

Faaaaaaat!!!

A huge magic circle, tens of meters in radius, unfolded beneath his feet, emitting a dazzling light.

The glow of magic power flowing from the magic circle was so intense that the darkness of the sky near the airport facilities was lifted, turning it as bright as day.

Sitting in the very center of the brilliantly rotating magic circle, concentrating his mind, Lenok was observing the battlefield that was changing in real-time.

Kiri-ri-rik!!!

The golden relic-grade artifact floating in the air, the Eye of Heavenly Grace, rotated madly and emitted light.

Following the trajectory of the light, a small celestial sphere formed in front of Lenok’s eyes.

The shapes of dozens of magic circles densely covering the celestial sphere, and the scene of the battlefield clashing fiercely within it.

Lenok pondered as he watched Anathema, who was manipulating the surrounding earth at will and rampaging.

‘Successfully dropping Anathema to the ground. The remaining issue is how long the two of them can hold out…’

The 6th Apostle of the Order, Anathema, who serves the Subterranean Giant God, is an incarnate being who wields the Apostle Technique of manipulating the earth.

Bringing Anathema down to the ground, where the power of the Apostle Technique is maximized, would be a suicidal act, but Lenok was thinking the opposite.

‘Instead of staying on the ground as soon as he awakened as an Apostle, he rose into the sky. There’s no reason to deliberately choose an environment that is disadvantageous to him.’

Lenok’s gaze sank deeply.

‘There is a condition attached to the Apostle Technique that forcibly increases output through human sacrifice. That condition is probably…’

He can only manipulate the ground that his gaze reaches with the Apostle Technique. That’s probably the condition.

If so, the reason why Anathema didn’t come down from the sky at the same time as his awakening, and the reason why he was manipulating the ground throughout the satellite city, can all be explained.

That’s why Lenok first explained to Kyulbaek and Gui-Hee that the goal should be to drop Anathema to the ground.

After forcibly creating a crack with space magic to limit the sky, they concentrated a bombardment of spells to make Anathema fall.

Dududududu!!!!

The figure of the goat-headed giant rising from the center of the crater, emitting smoke, was truly overwhelming, but Lenok was already certain.

The bedrock that was rising and rotating from all directions and crashing down, shaking the city, was much narrower in range than before.

“…Good.”

Having confirmed that, Lenok immediately got up from his seat.

From now on, what Lenok had to do was to maintain fire support while preparing a powerful high-level magic to reverse the tide of the battle.

To unleash pure magic at this distance while preparing a powerful magic at the same time was an extremely difficult task even for Lenok.

But the battles Lenok had fought so far had taken place in much more dangerous and precarious situations.

It was rare to have such usable forces and a battlefield where Lenok himself could retreat to the rear.

He would corner Anathema here, narrow the battlefield, and completely annihilate him.

That itself was also a means to achieve the purpose of coming here.

But the reason he returned to this place, where he had obtained the Eight Trigrams Formation [a set of eight symbols used in Taoist cosmology], to prepare for battle, was because he was certain that only this moment was the only intersection.

Lenok, clutching the artifact that was faintly pulsating in his arms, quietly closed his eyes.

“…”

There was no surprise. Only a conclusion based on solid evidence and reasoning was there.

Whoosh!!

He instantly used blink to descend to the cargo hold behind the damaged airport facilities.

A rusty container where a deactivated mechanical spider had collapsed.

In the quiet silence where the soft moonlight shone through the broken ceiling.

Someone stood with their back to Lenok, silently looking at the mechanical spider.

Even though they must have noticed Lenok’s presence, they didn’t show any reaction.

Cheek!!

Seeing that figure, Lenok took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Epic-grade or higher magic guns in WORLD 2.0 had a user-binding function.”

[…]

“So that they could return directly to their owner if they were more than a certain distance away. It’s a convenient function, but because it depends on the grade, it was the reason why the job of a magic gunner was difficult.”

In Lenok’s hand was an old, dusty musket.

The old-world magic gun he had obtained from the Makina Mind Palace in the mechanical city, the End of Teremer.

An ego artifact with six different forms, a weapon that had been abandoned at the Ascension Gate after losing its owner.

Lenok, lifting the musket with one hand, spoke while stroking the barrel.

“It’s not difficult to forcibly induce and activate the binding function built into the magic gun. The necessary conditions are the interpretation of the technique, the reverse tracking of coordinates, a certain distance, and-”

Click!!

Lenok, turning the barrel once and re-gripping it, raised the muzzle and said.

“Whether the target of the technique exists in reality.”

[…]

Even with Lenok’s calm explanation, he didn’t answer.

As if even that explanation was meaningless, he only mourned the dead sleeping inside the steel spider.

Having gone through countless trials and endings, having overcome the destruction of the world once and standing in this place.

He still humbly looks at and mourns the death of others, and tries to remember them.

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t curious.”

Lenok said.

“Because you must have had the same moment as me.”

[…]

“Opening your eyes in a strange world, being busy just trying to survive, finally realizing the traces of someone who has gone through the same time…”

Lenok whispered.

“You must have followed in his footsteps like this.”

Only then did the being who had been looking at the mechanical spider slowly turn his gaze.

On the face that had only turned its head slightly. The noise that never gets familiar, no matter how many times you see it, flickers.

Lenok quietly asked, looking at that figure.

“Did you used to ask the cult leader things like this?”

[…Well.]

He answered.

[At least it was much… more crude than this. I wasn’t this clever either.]

“…”

[That’s why I thought it was necessary to confirm it here once.]

“Confirm…?”

The leader, who had turned around without any hesitation, asked Lenok, who was hesitating.

[It’s the road to meet the cult leader. Will you join me?]