Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 651

The Machine City’s exclusive workshop district.

At the tip of the endlessly towering giant workshop tower.

The ground forces of the Mechanized Corps’ 3rd Legion were positioned around the massive tower, each floor of which was a workshop.

Yet, despite focusing all their firepower on a single person, the sound of flesh and blood being crushed was not heard.

Crackle! Clang!

The sounds of screws and nails breaking, steel and plating crumbling, and alloys tearing apart.

Amidst that, only the flashes of thunderous light burned oil, melted iron, and flowed down instead of blood.

[Ironclad infantry, advance in three ranks!!]

[Anti-aircraft batteries, support the heavy cavalry’s charge!!]

[Armored grenadier unit, moving in.]

[Stealth mobile 17th squad, annihilated……!!]

Kwaaaang!!

Various tones echoed busily through the communication network.

However, in the voices repeating the information, there was an undeniable mix of admiration and fear.

[A monster……!!]

Thud!!

The moment someone couldn’t help but mutter that word, it slipped through the network.

A halved tank flew over the heads of the ironclad infantry and crashed dozens of meters behind them.

Thump, thump, thump!!

The tank, unable to withstand the impact at the landing point, exploded and instantly crushed the artillerymen who had been firing anti-aircraft guns like mad.

A momentary gap in the formation surrounding the workshop tower as a portion of the defenses collapsed.

Immediately after, a thunderbolt that had risen from the center of the encirclement writhed like a snake and pierced straight through the middle of the formation.

[Serpent Lightning Bow]

Kwaaaang!!!

The Mechanized Corps’ 3rd Legion, which had surrounded the Hwadeok Jin’s workshop tower, were all magic users who had modified their bodies with machines and wore exoskeleton power suits.

The firepower of Makina military equipment boasted performance that could replace low-level fire magic.

The barrage of artillery fire, mass-produced in such quantities, unified, and poured out in an orderly and disciplined manner.

But what did it mean that this standoff was still continuing?

Amidst the silence where everyone had closed their mouths, space distorted.

Whoosh……!!

The figure of a magician slowly walked out from amidst the chaotic rising smoke and dust.

There was not a single wound on his appearance as he quietly walked out and looked up at them.

He stood there, looking exhausted in his dirty work clothes, but everyone present saw something more than his shabby appearance.

Crackle, crackle……!!

Strands of lightning rose sharply from between his fluttering work clothes.

The intense form of magic power that rose from his back like a Rakshasa [a demon-like figure in Hindu and Buddhist mythology], roaring.

Kuoohhh!!!

[This can’t be…….]

Even though they couldn’t see it, and couldn’t properly grasp the difference, everyone instinctively knew.

The man standing before them now was not the artisan known as Lyman.

A magician who had built up an overwhelming level of power, enough to overpower the Mechanized Corps’ 3rd Legion even after exchanging firepower head-on.

They had realized that they were facing a great mage who manipulated and dominated the magic power of an entire space at the particle level.

“Uwaaaah!!!”

A heavy cavalryman, in a panic, screamed and swung his weapon at Lenok.

With intense steam erupting from between the thick armored suit’s joints, he reduced pressure and increased output, amplifying his strength itself.

The massive halberd he was holding split apart in all directions, emitting a boost to increase its speed.

Bang!!

A sudden attack swung with power and speed that far exceeded the heavy cavalryman’s own strength.

The impact of the single strike, swung as if the cavalryman, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was throwing his own body, was enough to create the illusion that the entire ground had shaken for a moment.

But even that impact failed to reach the magician, stopping as if blocked by an invisible barrier in front of him.

Creak, creak, creak……!!

The halberd, unable to move any further in front of the magician, crumbled under its own force.

Due to the recoil, the suit joints from the heavy cavalryman’s forearm to his shoulder and chest ruptured, scattering blood in a chaotic manner.

“Kuhak!!”

Lenok looked down with an expressionless face at the heavy cavalryman who was screaming in pain.

Click!!

He raised the pure white revolver he was holding in his hand and aimed it directly at the cavalryman’s helmet.

The moment he pulled the trigger, blue magic power flowed through his veins, gathering on the pure white barrel.

Bang!!

He cleanly blew off the heavy cavalryman’s helmet.

A precise shot that delicately adjusted the power so that the contents inside the helmet were not damaged.

“Huk……!!”

The man with a pale complexion inside the shattered helmet looked up at Lenok.

His skin was so pale it was almost white, and there were unknown spots etched all over his face.

He certainly had a human form, but his features seemed somehow bizarrely distorted.

“You’ve grafted the technology of the old world onto your body through human sacrifice. It seems the backlash is quite severe due to the lack of adjustment.”

Lenok said, carefully observing his face.

“You’re maintaining your life by grafting your body to the suit in a situation where your metabolism is ruined. Don’t you think you’re living up to the name of the Mechanized Corps too much?”

Due to the excessive hormone injections to maintain combat power, various parts of his body were irregularly distorted.

His bio-electrical system and metabolism had long been ruined, and he was now in a state where he depended on his power suit for most of his functions.

It was probably the result of focusing on mass production by forcibly grafting the technology of the old world, rather than ensuring the safety of the user.

“W-what are you talking about!!”

“You don’t even know what kind of technology made you stronger? That’s possible.”

Lenok nodded and said as he directly loaded bullets into the revolver’s magazine.

“But you must be aware that humans were sacrificed in the process of grafting your body to that heavy suit, right?”

“…….”

“You can’t not know. In the first place, to implant that knowledge and usage into your head, you would have to be directly involved in the sacrifice process.”

No matter how much hormone is injected, it is rare for a body that has already finished growing to be transformed to this extent.

A body transformation that would be impossible without directly participating in human sacrifice and having one’s own spiritual body affected.

“Only fanatics who are as obsessed with doctrine as Guido can adjust the side effects of sacrifice.”

Lenok chuckled as he looked at the silent cavalryman’s face.

“Well, I guess I can tell that all the members of the Mechanized Corps are following Hermes’ will.”

Click!!

He placed the revolver’s muzzle on the man’s forehead.

“W-wait a minute……!!”

The man struggled as he felt the skin on his forehead burning from the heat of the still-warm muzzle.

“I-I’m not!! I was forced to……!!”

Bang!!

The moment a hole was pierced through the man’s forehead, blood dripped down his back.

Lenok, who had walked over the corpse that had stopped breathing with its eyes rolled back, nodded as he looked at the encirclement surrounding him.

“Move. If you open the path, I won’t kill you.”

At that moment, a resounding transmission echoed through dozens of tanks and ironclad infantry.

The image of a giant face appeared as a hologram above the tanks. It was the thought projection of the 3rd Legion Commander, Termore.

[I have requested a search of the equipment and magic you are using in the continental common network and the magic tower’s database.]

“…….”

[A pure white revolver and bizarrely powerful electric magic. They all belong to a magician with a history. Although I’ve never seen your face before, there’s no need to confirm it.]

Termore asked.

[The Iron Wall of the great city of Vulcan. What is the reason you infiltrated Makina under the name of Lyman? Depending on the reason, keep in mind that we can hold the Vulcan City Council responsible.]

“Responsible?”

Lenok laughed.

“You don’t know what the great city council is like at all. Or are you pretending not to know on purpose?”

[…….]

“Even though I’m causing such a ruckus, no one is moving except for the superhuman underlings of Ex Machina.”

Enforcement Agency, Side Squad, Mechanized Corps.

Even though Lenok and Maiya were drawing the attention of the entire Machine City, the only ones confronting them were these three military organizations directly under the council.

However, between Lenok’s senses, which had become extremely sensitive as the battle progressed, he could feel a gaze that was completely different from theirs.

The gazes of those who were not taking sides with either Lenok or Hermes, but were thoroughly observing the situation.

The power felt beyond those gazes was mostly at the Saint-level or higher. Perhaps they had even reached beyond that.

“So, the entire Machine City wasn’t following Hermes’ plan.”

What Lenok was facing were the superhumans belonging to the light side of Makina.

But conversely, the superhumans residing in the dark side of the Machine City, the uninhabited districts, were also aware of the current situation and were observing it.

The strong who had completed their levels with their own power in the Machine City, or the monsters who had already transcended and reached level 8.

The fact that they were hiding their presence and observing the situation rather than supporting Hermes’ will was proof of that.

[Iron Wall, it seems you’re mistaken about something.]

The 3rd Legion Commander sneered at Lenok with a cold tone.

[The Side Squad mobile unit, the Enforcement Agency, and the Mechanized Corps’ 2nd underground legion and 8th supply legion are arriving nearby. Do you believe you can break through this tower alone with your injured body?]

“…….”

[The reason I asked about the Vulcan City Council was only to confirm whether the will of the great city was involved in your actions… If there is no concern about an intercity war, there is no reason not to eliminate a mad magician here.]

Kooong!!

At that word, the pressure of the presences and magic power surrounding the workshop tower became even stronger.

As the 3rd Legion Commander had said, the forces surrounding Hwadeok Jin’s workshop tower had increased, and they had all begun to focus their attention on Lenok.

Weeeeng……!!

And, at the end of the formation of hundreds of tanks, Termore, who had combined his body with a tank, came forward and opened his mouth.

“Councilor Hermes intends to make this incident a grand plan for Makina. Summoning a great spirit from beyond the gate is only the beginning.”

Click!!

Tanks loaded with shells, anti-aircraft batteries, snipers, and ironclad infantry moved in unison to reorganize their formation.

Amidst the ceaseless sounds of metal friction, the 3rd Legion Commander continued to speak calmly.

“Together with the Ascended who has newly taken his place in the Machine City, we will rise again, overcoming the failure of the gate.”

Thump, thump, thump, thump!!!

Airships moved ceaselessly overhead, shining lights, and the ironclad infantry surrounding them rotated and moved.

As the infantry and heavy cavalry in suits moved, the flow of steel surged like a wave.

“Waaaaaah!!!”

Lenok muttered as he looked at the ironclad infantry charging at him from the front with hand cannons and shotguns.

“Race shotguns, Gundal hand cannons, Clay Armor… The more I see them, the more I remember them one by one.”

The equipment of Makina, created by combining the items and equipment of WORLD 2.0 with the technology of this world.

While remembering their forms and power, he felt complicated emotions every time he recalled them.

The fact that the second world Lenok had played as a game was a desperate reality for someone.

The fact that the joy he had felt had ended in a terrible conclusion, and only the remnants of it remained like this.

Even the realization that everything he had lightly passed over might have been a record of an actual end was frightening.

And perhaps, the thought that Lenok’s end might not be different from that.

Lenok chuckled as he looked at the hundreds of flashes of light flickering overhead.

“I am…….”

The moment he entered the Machine City Makina and glimpsed the memories of destruction from beyond the gate flashed by like a spark.

At least, if he couldn’t bring this to a conclusion at this moment, how could he say he would give an answer to the end of the world?

Lenok, who couldn’t even say the answer that he was different, that he was different, pulled up his magic power.

The lightning that rose as if to replace his unfinished monologue enveloped Lenok’s entire body, and became a roaring dragon that shook the heavens, receiving the pouring barrage.

[White Fall]

[Reverse Motion]

Kwaaaang!!!

A pure white streak of thunder rose in reverse with a huge thunderous sound.

The moment all the superhumans of the 3rd Legion had their eyes drawn to that beautiful light.

[Dividing Thunder Ascends]

[Pillar of Light Connects]

The lightning of White Fall exploded, and from that spot, it split into thousands of strands, pouring down like a rain of lightning.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!

Lightning bolts as thick as fingers filled the entire floor and struck down ceaselessly.

The heat damaged the suits, twisted the tank’s turrets, and even melted the magic power that had been pulled up.

Amidst the infantry of the 3rd Legion, who were scattering in a panic, a spear of lightning pierced through them.

[Lightning Well]

[Piercing Trample]

Jjeoeeong!!!

The magician’s figure, which had risen amidst the exploding lightning, began to break through the legion’s formation at high speed.

“Fire the anti-aircraft guns, stop that monster!!”

“What are the heavy cavalry doing……!!”

Giants in heavy suits blocked Lenok’s figure as he advanced amidst the pouring rain of lightning and anti-aircraft fire.

Modified armored soldiers who had modified their weight and size to the level of moving tanks.

Even the support fire from the tanks, which were firing like mad without caring about friendly fire.

“Kill him!!!”

“Dieeeeee!!!”

From behind, grenadiers ceaselessly launched explosives, and soldiers with added magic power charged through the waves of fire.

But the moment cold magic flashed amidst that tide of firepower and murderous intent, all the life and metal that stood in the way were shattered and crushed.

Electric-type unique magic

Dual Chant

[Strange Thunder Crashing Sound]

[Changing Color Flying Lightning]

Thunderous sounds spread out like ripples, and the moment that magic power touched matter, it reversed the colors entirely and destroyed it.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!!!

The elite soldiers who were directly exposed to the lightning that destroyed and corroded the nervous system cried out in pain.

The tanks that had fixed their anchors into the ground and maintained their formation sank into the ground and were destroyed.

A huge storm of magic power swept through the battlefield, devouring it as blood, steel, and oil were crushed and scattered.

Clang, clang, clang!!

He melted and crushed the tank units, engineers, and artillery that blocked his path with thunderbolts.

Against the ironclad infantry charging from all directions, he fired a barrage of charged shotguns, detonating shockwaves.

The flames that surged from under his feet were gathered and inflated with heat magic, ceaselessly melting and evaporating blood and iron.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

Every time Lenok advanced, the sounds of explosions and shattering replaced his footsteps.

The screams and regretful cries that echoed from all directions mixed with the rotating sounds of magic power.

He didn’t care what level of equipment his opponents had, or what level of superhuman they had reached.

Crack!!

The moment he faced them up close, he started by firing a single shot from a charged shotgun.

He prepared and fired a concentrated shot that could even penetrate a tank in a single breath, and the magic power concentrated in the air descended as lightning.

The crimson flames that swirled from under his feet rose as sharp thorns, and purple chains tore apart and disassembled anti-aircraft guns and tanks.

The overwhelming force of the magician, who was grinding down the entire legion every time he moved forward.

The staff members who were watching the situation from the rear for command vomited at the gruesome scene.

“Uweeeck……!!”

“This is insane!!”

“We have to retreat, right now……!!”

“We need to join up with the other legions, Commander…… At this rate, we’ll all……!!”

The Iron Wall of the great city.

A magician who was mad with battle and blood, a madman whose cruelty remained and did not disappear from every battlefield he passed through.

They had temporarily forgotten that such an existence had been disguised as Lyman and had been living quietly until now.

A great mage who had passed through countless battles to build up such a heinous reputation, and who had never suffered a single defeat.

Wasn’t it because his talent had long surpassed his uncontrollable madness and cruelty that he was still alive and standing here?