Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1221

Kyunroe Subjugation (13)

Kugugugugugu!!!

A high-mass magic tower, several hundred meters in size, accelerated to supersonic speed and pierced through the Valcan airspace.

It was an absurd phenomenon—ramming and penetrating an aerial fortress of comparable size head-on.

Needless to say, the physical laws and side effects that had to be violated to achieve that miracle in reality were enormous.

The aftermath of the collision between Kyunroe’s magic tower and the legion’s aerial fortress swept across the battlefield belatedly.

Drrrrrrrrrrr-

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

Hundreds of overlapping sonic booms exploded in the sky, causing all the aircraft traversing the upper air to plummet.

The ground buckled and exploded in a straight line along the shockwave, carving a massive canal along the path where the magic tower accelerated.

Thousands of soldiers and tanks waiting below were trampled, crushed, and shattered, splattering blood and flesh.

Puhbubububuck-

Eujeejeejeek!!!!

“Kkyaaaaaaak!!”

“My body, my body…!!!”

“Ah, I can’t see anything!! My eyes!!!”

The corpses of soldiers whose heads and limbs had exploded were scattered everywhere, forming pools of blood.

The wind pressure from the magic tower’s acceleration burst eyeballs, raised blood pressure, and damaged sensory organs.

The desperate screams echoing from all directions overlapped and reverberated like eerie lyrics.

Thud!!

Crackle!!

The crushed fragments of a tank fell, crushing the head of a still-living soldier.

The severed remains of a caterpillar track rotated like a whip and struck the ground, causing fragments of corpses to fly up and splatter blood.

Clumps of flesh and bone fragments rained down onto the wrecked tanks, creating an indescribable hellscape.

“This can’t be happening…”

The mage of the Blaber Magic Tower stammered, his face pale as he backed away.

“This isn’t a magic tower. This… even those Torben guys wouldn’t…!!!!”

The power of a tower’s domain is not something that can be changed, molded, and wielded at will like this.

Even Torben’s magic tower, which bears the prestigious name of a war magic tower, is only allowed to move by using the powerful sanctuary of the Thunder God Shrine as its engine.

However, Kyunroe’s magic tower not only floated in the outer area’s sky and fired magic indiscriminately, but also changed its form on its own, accelerated, and rammed into the legion’s headquarters.

It wasn’t just using its weight; rather, it was a marvel of accelerating the entire domain from a standstill to super-speed, penetrating and destroying the aerial fortress.

Just how twisted must one’s will and intention be to manipulate a domain in such a way and use it for attack?

The power and spells wielded by Kyunroe already existed far beyond the realm they could understand.

Even though it was wielding power without any intelligence, they couldn’t even properly discern its fragments.

The allied mages, realizing this fact, hesitated, feeling that something was wrong, when the golden magic tower that had pierced the center of the 3rd Command began to move slowly.

Kkkkkkkkkkkk…!!!!

Each time the massive golden body twisted, the facilities and surface of the aerial fortress it had pierced were damaged.

The corridors and rooms inside the fortress were crushed and broken, and the staff and soldiers waiting inside died helplessly.

“Hwaaaaaaa!!!”

“Escape!! Escape the fortress right now!!”

A staff member whose entire body turned to ashes and disappeared the moment he touched the surface of the magic tower.

Officers who were crushed by falling debris, their hearts and major organs pierced, died.

Just as terrible screams and the sounds of flesh tearing erupted from inside the aerial fortress, it shook violently.

The two wings of the magic tower, which had transformed into the shape of a giant fighter jet, flashed with fierce lightning.

Flash!!

The fuselage of the fighter jet that had pierced the aerial fortress gained momentum and increased its speed.

The aerial fortress, its center pierced, also accelerated in the opposite direction using its propulsion system to maintain balance.

Pajijijijijik…!!!

Buaaaaaaang-!!!

The electricity flowing through the magic tower exploded, and the headquarters’ boosters spewed flames as they collided.

Kyunroe’s magic tower and the legion’s headquarters, now one, rotated in place, scattering fragments and magic power in all directions.

They were flung out in both directions, leaving a massive shockwave stretching thousands of meters across the sky.

Jjeooooooooooong!!!!!

The fragments of the aerial fortress, soaked in Kyunroe’s lightning, fell to the ground and exploded.

They crashed down on the heads of the legion’s main force stationed directly below the fortress, unleashing a barrage of explosions.

Kwagwagwagwagwang!!!!

[Aaaaaaaak!!!]

[Retreat!! All units stationed near the 3rd Command, retreat to the rear!!]

[No, advance!! If you retreat, you won’t be able to avoid the bombardment-]

Bang!! Chijijijik-

The voices of the commanders coming through the communication network went silent with a single, piercing roar.

The screens of the senior commanders of each legion unit connected to the system went dark as they were cut off one by one.

Robert Roberaide, the commander of the 3rd Legion, watched the scene with a stiff face in the situation room of the assault battleship.

“The 2nd Reconnaissance Squadron is annihilated. Aircraft damage rate is 83%…!!”

“Communication with the 7th Assault Squadron is completely cut off.”

“Recovered the surviving pilots from the 4th Assault Squadron. They were immediately transported to the emergency room, but were diagnosed with brain death…”

“20% of the 2nd Legion’s siege battalion is destroyed. The unit is currently being reorganized.”

“The 8th Legion’s summoning squad is heavily damaged. Beacon signal lost.”

“How can this be…”

The damage reports from the 3rd Legion’s air squadrons and the status reports from other legions were coming in from all directions.

Every single one of them was not only despairing but also felt bizarre.

Roberaide, who had been standing still and watching the screen in the situation room, staggered and turned around.

“Bring me my armor.”

“General…!!”

“No, you can’t. You still need to rest!!”

“Half of the main force is dead, and the headquarters is destroyed as soon as the subjugation battle began. Are you telling me to just stand by and watch this situation?”

Roberaide brushed off his aides’ objections and turned around, speaking roughly.

“The command’s judgment was wrong. I must step in myself, even now.”

[General Roberaide.]

Chik!!

At that moment, a cynical middle-aged woman’s voice cut through the noisy communication network.

[It would be good to correct the habit of throwing away your life in meaningless battles. Haven’t you learned anything even after surviving death once?]

“…General Neosoto.”

The commander of the 4th Legion, Mirva Neosoto, who had been absent from the subjugation battle due to injuries sustained while attending Aphelia’s audience at the parade.

Roberaide stopped in his tracks upon hearing Mirva Neosoto’s voice.

“How are you here… Has your body recovered enough to return to the subjugation battle already?”

[No, I contacted you for other reasons. And also to stop the General’s reckless decision.]

Mirva said in a relaxed voice.

[If you have eyes, you’ll know that the mage is a monster more insane than anyone else on this battlefield. He’s a madman far more dangerous than the one who ran wild at the parade.]

“…Hearing that, it seems you haven’t arrived at the scene yet. If you actually see it, it’s not just that much, General.”

Roberaide replied in a stiff voice.

The legion commander’s expression as he looked at the system screen was pale enough to look awkward.

“That mage is waging war against the legion alone right now. Half of the legion and the headquarters have already been caught up in it.”

[…]

“I knew he was a powerful mage, but it’s absurd that he can scatter spells of this magnitude as if breathing… But that absurd thing is actually happening on this battlefield right now.”

Roberaide, turning away from his aides, said firmly.

“If this continues, the damage to the legion’s main force will reach an irreversible level. Before that happens, I will sacrifice my life to stop Kyunroe’s tyranny for a while.”

The opponent was the worst great mage of the Eastern Continent, capable of overwhelming and suppressing the firepower of tens of thousands of superhumans alone.

But that’s why, to counter a power that exceeds standards, a superhuman who also exceeds standards is needed.

Although the gap in power between Roberaide and Kyunroe was far greater than it appeared on the surface.

At this moment when the magic tower and the headquarters collided and crumbled in the sky of the battlefield, there was something that only a superhuman, not the legion, could do.

It was enough to buy time until they found a way to attack the incarnation of an irresistible disaster.

Just as Roberaide was about to head to the armory of the assault battleship with a determined expression.

[General. I’m not saying that the method or direction you’re suggesting is wrong.]

Mirva replied in a calm voice.

[I was just trying to inform you that a superhuman who can perform that role much better than you has arrived.]

“What, what do you mean…”

[Don’t you know why I’m contacting you on the communication network at this time?]

At the same time, the sky of the battlefield displayed through the system began to darken.

[It was to guide the person who recently returned to the 1st Command to this battlefield.]

“…Could it be.”

Shuuuuuung!!!!!

At that moment, a very long shadow was cast over the lightning-flashing sky.

A bizarre shape that looked like a very large snake, or like endlessly twisting and bending wings.

The moment Roberaide raised his gaze, a very large snake was floating in the sky.

A giant beast comparable in size to the 3rd Command.

A winged snake made of antique wooden pieces, its entire body covered in countless complex magical characters and symbols, glared down at the ground with eerie green eyes.

A man with a sparse beard, wearing a worn-out military uniform, stood on the head of the giant wooden snake wearing a crown.

[System connection complete.]

The moment the man yawned and gestured in the air, a nonchalant voice cut into the communication network.

[Ethan, I’m here. Where is everyone?]

At the same time as the voice echoed, the system screen flipped over entirely, and the corresponding profile rose to the top of the command structure.

The faces of the commanders who confirmed the general rank engraved next to the profile instantly brightened.

“General Baragan!!!”

“Have you returned!!”

[Yeah. I just finished the promotion ceremony, so call me General now.]

Whioooooo!!!!

The man riding the winged snake thousands of meters above the sky glanced around.

[So, is that monster that’s tearing Primo Alert to shreds the mage named Kyunroe?]

“Th, that’s…”

[He’s much fatter than the picture Daymus sent me. And he seems to be strangely shiny.]

The man tilted his head, looking at the golden fighter jet flying at tremendous speed in the sky even at this moment.

[No… more than that, he’s just a madman. How have you guys been dealing with that until now?]

“…We have no excuse.”

“Half of the legion’s main force has been hit. The forces participating in the subjugation battle have also suffered enormous damage…”

[Ah, it’s okay. I think I can roughly understand without hearing it. It’s not something you can face head-on in the first place.]

The man, cutting off the words of the commanders who were struggling to report the situation, pulled up his main force.

[Let’s separate him from Primo Alert and think about it.]

Kiiiiiiing!!!!

No sooner had those words been spoken than the winged snake floating in the sky opened its mouth wide and pulled up its main force.

Innumerable feathers sprouted from the wooden snake’s entire body, and soon, it spread out dozens of wings.

The commanders, who had been delighted at the sight, hurriedly grabbed their radios and began to shout roughly into the communication network.

“All units of the 7th Legion’s mobile battalion, disperse!!!”

“The surviving siege units of the 2nd Legion, follow behind the mobile units!!”

“General Baragan is using magic. Everyone, clear the front lines and retreat!!!”

Baragan was a transcendent being who was evaluated as one of the only two in the legion to possess ‘strategic-level spells’.

He was the most war-specialized sorcerer among the three generals of Dead Rise.

As an 8th-level sorcerer who wielded abilities on a different plane, he was not only outstanding in terms of the output and scale of his spells, but also-

He had the ability to directly ‘alter’ the battlefield itself.

[Secret Law Sect, Sarak Taeha] [This is a reference to a specific school of magic or a magical technique.]

[Anak Alma Naemun Suna] [This is likely an incantation or a specific phrase used in the magic system.]

Chrararararak!!!!

The giant wooden snake’s body was torn apart, and thousands of wooden pieces fell to the ground like rain.

The wooden fragments, wrapped in bizarre talismans, were embedded in the ground, imbuing the magic power within.

They functioned as totems, beginning to bestow massive enhancement magic on the surroundings.

Uuuuuuuuuung!!!!

[Strength Enhancement. Intention Enhancement. Durability Enhancement. Damage Restoration. Aptitude Imbuement. Necrosis Immunity.]

Each time Baragan’s voice echoed through the communication network, soldiers rose one by one from all directions.

Wounds healed, strength increased, and power returned to the hands holding weapons.

Even as the soldiers who had regained focus in their eyes looked up at the sky, the magic bestowed on the totems continued to overlap.

[Output Increase. Fuel Supply. Magic Power Conversion. Mana Restoration. Mental Reinforcement. Material Enhancement.]

Pabababababat!!!!

The magic pouring out around the totems scattered by Baragan was bestowed on both organic and inorganic matter, adding to their power.

The wounded soldiers recovered enough to move, and the broken tanks and self-propelled guns began to repair themselves on the spot.

The members of Pandemonium, who were watching the situation from the deck of the mobile fortress, also immediately noticed the anomaly and turned their gaze.

“This is…”

“Magic?”

“It’s a type of simplified spell deployed through totems.”

Lenok, who was holding onto the ropes on the deck of the mobile fortress, said, tilting his head.

Beyond the obsidian mask, red eyes flashed sharply towards the totems falling from the sky.

“A very high-level, top-tier magic that uses specific symbols to increase the power and scale of the spell… It’s by far the best spell used by the legion.”

Lenok looked up at the sky and sneered.

“Then that man is the sorcerer named Baragan, the third general of the legion.”

Kuoohhhhhhhh!!!!!

The third giant structure that appeared in the sky where the magic tower and the headquarters collided and shattered.

A winged snake made of wood, boasting a massive size of several hundred meters.

The moment Lenok saw the man riding on the snake’s head, he could sense that he was the last general of Dead Rise.

The skill of setting up totems in the plains outside Valcan with just a light scattering of spells, and deploying hundreds of top-tier enhancement spells overlapping around the symbols.

Magic is fundamentally different from magic in its operating principle and concept, so it is fundamentally superior to magic in terms of the scale of the spell.

The fact that Grisha’s magic or magnetic field, which Lenok knew as a high-level sorcerer, was particularly vast was also because she was a sorcerer.

In that sense, it was not strange that the magic used by Baragan, an 8th-level sorcerer who had risen to a higher rank than Grisha, was of this scale.

“Just looking at the range of the magic, it’s comparable to Freya’s musical scale magic.”

Highlea muttered with a disgusted expression.

“You can bestow this much enhancement magic so widely and overlapping with just one symbol, a totem?”

“Baragan is one of the very few great sorcerers who are evaluated to possess strategic-level spells even in the central front.”

The doctor, who was operating the system, said.

“In particular, his magic totem, ‘Quetzalcoatl,’ is a modified version of an ancient magical beast, and it has a value comparable to a strategic weapon on its own.”

“Totem? That monster snake is the super-large totem that Baragan wields?”

“More than that, Doctor. You seem to know a lot about that sorcerer’s abilities.”

Ermong asked with a strange expression.

“Are you personally acquainted with him?”

“Hmm? Ah, that’s right… I haven’t met the members gathered here before.”

The doctor was slightly surprised and then gave a wry smile.

“It’s not a big deal. Rather-”

“There’s one thing I want to ask.”

Lenok adjusted his mask and turned his gaze.

“That man named Baragan. Is he perhaps a disciple of Pyunram?”

“…What?”

Lenok, ignoring Highlea’s question, said.

“He smells similar to the Ascended one I met in the well. The strange incantations and magic, it seems certain that they are related.”

The ink scale he had received directly from Pyunram in Kundara was resonating strangely with Baragan’s appearance.

However, since he could not reveal that fact, he used the incident in the well, where he had been active under the identity of Victor, as a reason.

It was certain that the sorcerer Baragan had some kind of relationship with Pyunram.

The problem was the exact nature of Baragan’s connection with Pyunram.

“I’ll explain what kind of sorcerer Baragan is later.”

The doctor said.

“More than that, preparation is a priority. Everyone remembers the plan we discussed earlier, right?”

“…”

“It seems the legion is about to start as well.”

Shuuuuuung!!!!

At that moment, several assault ships approached at high speed over the deck of the shaking mobile fortress.

The assault ships landed on the fortress deck in an instant and opened their hatches.

A fully armed staff officer walked out of one of them and looked at the members standing on the deck.

“Pandemonium. Is that right?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Orders have come down from the command. From now on, we will move to the battlefield to face Kyunroe’s magic tower.”

A firm tone that did not allow for refusal.

Highlea asked.

“Where is Daymus? He was commanding the unit from this flagship until just now.”

“The General has moved ahead to repair the damage to the headquarters. He will join the battlefield soon.”

The staff officer said without hesitation.

“Primo Alert is a strategic weapon created by modifying a cruiser of the Imperial Palace. At this point, it may be the only thing that can withstand Kyunroe’s magic tower.”

“…”

“Now is the chance, with Kyunroe’s attention drawn to the headquarters and General Baragan’s intervention. Pandemonium’s abilities will shine the most in this kind of special situation.”

Chiiiiik!!!

The staff officer, confirming the assault ship’s hatch opening with smoke, said to the members.

“Get in. I’ll explain the specific operation outline on the way.”

“…”

A quiet silence flowed.

No one answered the staff officer’s words, and the members exchanged glances silently.

At that moment, Ermong, who had been staring intently at the staff officer, grinned.

“No, thanks.”

“…”

The staff officer, who had been about to turn around without hesitation, stopped moving on the spot.

The staff officer slowly turned his head and asked with a blank face.

“What did you just say?”

“At the point where the legion’s headquarters was hit, all the existing plans have become useless, haven’t they?”

Ermong said with a smirk.

“Then there’s no need to follow your command. From here on out, we’ll do as we please.”