Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 734

At the end of a corridor stretching for tens of meters.

‘Intruder…!!’

The knight who discovered Lenox slightly lowered his stance, and in that instant, steel armor slammed down in front of Lenox, crossing the corridor in a flash.

Whoosh!

The sound of tearing through the air. Acceleration beyond perception created a scream that ripped through the atmosphere.

The knight, gripping his longsword firmly with both hands, twisted his wrist to try and split Lenox’s waist, but,

A magic thread, like a spiderweb, clung to the sword’s surface, pulling the blade back and stopping it a hair’s breadth away.

The knight’s blade stopped right in front of his neck.

Clink, clink…!!

‘You’re slow. Is that all your reaction speed is?’

‘……?!’

Lenox slowly stepped back, moving out of the blade’s trajectory as he spoke.

‘If you’re only able to get your bearings after seeing it with your eyes, it’s obvious. Especially in a narrow corridor like this—’

‘Ooooh!!’

Without hesitation, the knight dropped his sword and swung his gauntlet-clad fist with all his might.

However, Lenox, unconcerned with the knight’s judgment, flicked his fingers.

‘The moment you meet, the composition and outcome are already decided. Swordsman.’

At that moment, the knight, who had thrown himself at Lenox, tilted backward.

A magic thread, which had attached itself to the back of the knight’s helmet, contracted tautly, pulling his body and shattering his balance.

The back of the knight’s head, who had rolled backward, collided with the ground at tremendous speed.

Thud!

Lenox didn’t stop there, and continued to flick his fingers while pointing at the knight.

With each gesture, the magic threads attached to the knight’s armor contracted and expanded repeatedly.

As if an invisible hand was gripping and swinging the knight’s body, it was tossed around like a toy, colliding with the corridor floor and ceiling incessantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Finally, after a few more flicks of his hand, the magic threads that had been stretched across the corridor flashed, and the knight’s body was slammed into the wall.

Crack!!

Lenox looked at the knight, who had fainted with his limbs broken in grotesque directions, with a look of curiosity.

‘He’s much sturdier than I thought. Compared to their crude techniques, their physical durability is beyond imagination.’

Both the first knight he subdued and this one seemed to be fighting as if they didn’t care if they were half-dead, but they were holding up better than he expected.

Judging by how easily they were subdued by Lenox, their combat abilities and senses weren’t particularly outstanding.

Considering that, the durability he felt from the knight was not the result of his own effort or talent.

[Are you really just going to go in openly like this?]

Even Agneta asked again, as if dumbfounded, at his lack of any attempt to hide his intrusion.

Instead of replying, Lenox pressed down on the knight’s side with one hand.

‘There was blood on his armor from the start. It’s probably not his own.’

Lenox pressed down on the armor a few times with his fingers, then roughly located the position and used magic threads to remove the outer shell.

Lenox chuckled when he confirmed the identity of what was bleeding inside instead of the knight.

‘Such refined tastes. Are these the kind of prized possessions that the Cavahim knights carry these days?’

‘Gurgle…!!’

A severed hand.

The blood dripping from the cross-section, as if it had been cut off not long ago, was seeping out of the armor.

It was clear evidence that someone had just cut off someone’s hand and brought it out.

To be carrying such an item while on patrol, the knights here are not ordinary either.

Crack!!

Realizing this, Lenox crushed the knight’s helmet without hesitation and turned his gaze.

‘I was planning to make a scene, but there’s no reaction. Are the knights all engrossed in the same hobby?’

They shouldn’t have completely let down their guard on the castle’s security while on patrol.

Yet, what does it mean that no additional reinforcements arrived while Lenox was toying with the knight?

Lenox slowly loosened his shoulders and jumped down into the waterway.

‘Shall we go see for ourselves?’

Splash!

Instead of falling into the water, he landed on the surface of the flowing water as if it were nothing.

[Where are you planning to go?]

‘It’s not very visible on the surface, but there’s a very small amount of blood mixed in.’

Lenox replied, wiping the water flowing under his feet with one hand.

‘If I go upstream along the waterway, I’ll find out.’

What does it mean that there’s blood mixed in the waterway flowing through the castle?

Considering the wrist inside the armor of the knight he just faced, there was a guess to be made.

Whoosh!

After walking up the waterway a little, the smell of blood began to be felt in the distance.

A large chamber located next to the underground waterway. A torture chamber created for prisons and interrogating criminals.

People were packed into the iron cages, which could hold hundreds of people.

People were hanging or tied to the prison bars, constantly being tortured.

‘Ugh, ugh….’

‘Stop, stop…!’

Faint moans and, in proportion, sticky blood dripped down.

About twenty knights were busily moving around the prison, torturing and extracting blood from the tied-up people.

Swoosh!

A knight who had torn off the side of a tied-up person with a hook asked in a blunt voice.

‘Is this the quota for today?’

‘Not yet. There’s one more group left.’

‘Let’s finish quickly. I’ll draw the water from the waterway in advance.’

Lenox, concealing his presence, watched the scene, then realized something and his eyes lit up.

‘There’s no conversation or mention during the torture process. It’s not torture for the purpose of interrogation.’

It’s not unusual to interrogate prisoners during wartime, but there was something strange about the way the knights were torturing the prisoners now.

They didn’t try to pressure or coax them, but rather, they were cruelly poking at their muscles and organs to make it difficult for them to even open their mouths.

It was hard to understand their actions unless the purpose was torture itself.

While looking around and mapping out the structure of the prison, one of the knights walked towards the waterway.

Was he planning to use the waterway to clean the prison? It must have been built for this purpose, since it was located next to the torture chamber.

The moment Lenox drew his magic threads towards the knight who was approaching with a bucket as big as his torso.

Bang!

A door burst open at the far end of the prison, and a bright light spread out.

All the knights, who had been engrossed in their work, stopped what they were doing and turned to face that direction.

The knight who was about to fetch water also immediately put down his bucket.

‘You’ve worked hard.’

Along with the quiet voice, a figure wrapped in a bright red cloth from head to toe appeared.

As he appeared, in stark contrast to Lenox, the knights immediately bowed their heads.

‘Sixth Prince.’

The man called the Sixth Prince glanced around and spoke in a calm voice.

‘The watchers have arrived, so finish your work quickly and clean up the traces.’

‘They are sensitive to the smell of blood. They are sensitive to death in a different way. There’s no need to make unnecessary noise.’

‘Understood.’

‘I will allow the removal of body parts for the production of serum, but only here. Anyone who makes a show of it inside the castle will be immediately beheaded, so keep that in mind.’

The Sixth Prince said that and disappeared without waiting for an answer.

The silent knights soon returned to work and began to talk quietly.

‘After joining the Order of the Covenant, he’s changed a lot.’

‘But he’ll eventually take the Order’s hand, right?’

‘Isn’t that why we’re doing this?’

‘All that’s left is the Archduke’s decision. I wonder when he plans to step in and sort things out…’

‘Well, but this isn’t so bad either.’

Another knight replied, turning a blood-soaked helmet.

He slowly tore off the shoulder of a prisoner with the blade in his hand and murmured as if possessed.

‘I’m starting to feel pretty good doing this, you know…’

‘Don’t say such creepy things.’

‘Ahem.’

The other knights also pretended to dissuade him, but they didn’t strongly deny or object.

They were each focused on tormenting their assigned torture target, making them bleed and causing them pain.

The knight who had been standing with the bucket finally bent down to fill it with water.

At that moment, Lenox appeared behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

‘Huh?!’

The knight, reacting like lightning, turned his body and swung his fist, but the magic threads wrapped around his neck pulled him down into the waterway.

Splash!!

‘……!!!’

While strangling the knight who was thrashing wildly with magic threads, he suffocated him underwater.

The other knights also turned their gazes as if they had noticed something strange at the sound.

‘Damian?’

‘Who would fall into the water while fetching water from the waterway these days—’

The knights’ words stopped as soon as they saw the black robe standing next to the waterway instead of Damian.

‘……’

The torture chamber was filled with a chilling silence.

Only the moans of the tortured people echoed intermittently in the underground prison.

The knights, who had not said a word to each other, exchanged glances and slowly picked up their torture tools one by one.

‘You have an unnecessary good teamwork.’

Lenox chuckled as he looked at the knights.

‘When you do dirty work together, do even bugs build camaraderie?’

‘After doing this for a long time, I’ve become more familiar with these tools.’

The knight at the front replied in a blunt tone.

In that knight’s hand was a long, bent, blood-stained saw.

‘There’s nothing better than this to open the mouth of an intruder who doesn’t know manners.’

Whoosh!!

The moment one of the knights who had jumped up with all his might slammed down with a hammer in both hands,

Something surged from under the waterway flowing behind Lenox and slammed into the knight.

Boom!!

A shape that was tangled and bounced off with a sound like something exploding.

The knights groaned when they realized that the corpse that had fallen tangled and died miserably was two.

‘Damian…’

One shot that shot up the corpse of the knight who had suffocated to death like a cannonball. The knight who had stepped forward first died instantly, unable to resist the speed and impact.

Lenox muttered as he moved towards the knights.

‘After facing a few on the way, everyone’s body seems to be sturdier than I thought.’

‘That bastard used Damian’s corpse…!!’

A knight, enraged, swung a long hook.

From the opposite side, a twisted saw blade aimed for an opening, and a heated skewer pierced his side.

They quickly closed the distance from all sides, connecting their bodies to prevent any chance of response.

The torture tools that stretched out back and forth collided in the air, but they failed to pierce Lenox’s body and bounced off.

Clack, clack, clack!!

‘……!!’

‘Ugh!!’

The weapons swung with different rhythms collided with each other perfectly, losing their target and breaking or collapsing.

A large recoil that momentarily threw them off balance. Magic threads flashed between the helplessly swaying tools.

The knights, belatedly realizing this, hurriedly checked their bodies.

‘This is…!!’

‘Thread? Is it fishing line!!’

The magic threads that had attached themselves like spiderwebs to their arms, legs, backs, and waists were connecting their movements.

The threads tied between the tools were interfering with and canceling out each other’s power, creating a brief gap in the narrow space.

As Lenox gestured as if tapping the air, the magic threads that had spread in all directions contracted tautly in response to his movements.

Clink!!

At the same time, the arms and legs of the knights bound by the magic threads moved in directions different from their intentions.

‘M-my body!!’

‘No, stop!!’

‘Aaaah!!’

The knights also desperately tried to stop using magic, but their balance and center of gravity were distorted by each other’s movements.

The torture tools they were holding pierced each other’s bodies without hesitation, tearing their skin and muscles.

Rip!

‘Kuaaaah!!’

‘Damn it, damn it!!’

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh…!!’

The knights, like puppets dancing on invisible threads, swung their weapons at each other and screamed.

The attacks they swung with magic shattered their comrades’ armor and pierced the flesh inside.

Lenox, who had disappeared in the middle of the carnage where the knights were killing each other, reappeared and raised his hand.

Whoosh!!

He used the elasticity of the magic threads to the extreme to launch the dead knight’s corpse.

The corpse of the knight, which had spun madly in place, struck the chest of another knight right next to it.

As the bodies of the knights, which had been swung like a mace, collided, blood and flesh exploded.

Thud!!

‘Uwaaaah!!’

‘Evade, we must evade at all costs!!’

‘Inform the prince. A monster has invaded the citadel…!!’

The dead bodies gathered, increasing their size and weight, and with the increased impact, they covered the living knights again.

Every time the mace of corpses was swung at the living knights, their bodies were flung around the prison with a roar.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!!!!

A bizarre scene where a single sorcerer was toying with dozens of knights, kicking, swinging, and killing them.

The people who were dying while tied up in the prison stared blankly at the massacre unfolding in the middle of the torture chamber.

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh…’

‘Cough…!!’

Lenox, who had passed by the corpses of the knights who were neither dead nor alive, stood in front of the people tied up in the prison.

At the ominous purple glow from behind his black mask, the prisoners quietly swallowed their breaths.

‘H-hic…’

‘……’

Lenox ignored the prisoners and turned his gaze towards the serum that the knights had collected. There was something more important to do than deciding their fate right now.

A huge amount of blood that had been extracted from the prisoners by torturing them to the brink of death.

A considerable volume of blood from prisoners of different genders, races, ages, and blood types, poured together without being separated.

What exactly were the knights trying to do by extracting blood in such a crude way?

Lenox, who had followed the direction in which the knights were transporting the serum and discovered a hidden space, was able to find the answer.

‘……An arm?’

A giant right arm occupied one side of the vast prison chamber wall.

It was a withered, emaciated figure with dry skin, but its size easily surpassed that of an ordinary human.

It was a bizarre sight, as if a giant’s arm had been cut off and stored in the basement of the castle.

Thin IV drips were plugged into the skin of the arm, constantly supplying blood.

[They were collecting blood because they needed blood packs.]

Agneta whispered with a bewildered look.

[But will it even move if you supply blood to an already severed arm?]

‘……’

The giant’s citadel. The ruins of the Giant Soldier Corps.

Could the giant’s arm that is now here also be a relic of the citadel that is the source of the rumors?

However, instead of racking his brain to resolve such questions, Lenox suddenly drew his magic threads and inserted them into the severed end of the arm.

Whoosh!!

Lenox, who had been concentrating for a while with his mouth closed, nodded as if he had found the direction he wanted.

‘The arm is so big that it’s not that difficult to find the nervous system.’

[What?]

The moment Agneta understood the meaning of his words and questioned him.

Thump!

The giant’s fingers slowly began to twitch in place.

Every time Lenox flicked his right hand, the giant’s arm slowly followed his gesture.

Lenox, who had connected the nervous system with magic threads and gained control of the arm, chuckled.

‘It seems I’ve gotten my hands on something more interesting than I thought.’