Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 816

Above the cracked memorial tower ceiling, a pure white, radiant magic fell like rain.

Sizzle!!

[Aaaaargh!!!]

Merely existing there, the holy-attribute magic melted away the military spirits.

Kashuin, the Archangel of the old world, summoned by Lenok using the authority of the high priest, was radiating light and attempting to descend here.

[Where are you!!!]

Only after hearing the eerie roar of the Archangel did Lenok understand how the situation was unfolding.

The Archangel’s declaration of a sanctuary, thrown out with the intention of sweeping away all the military spirits gathered here.

However, unlike a self-generating domain, a sanctuary is not something that occupies the entire space, but rather a kind of temporary domain formed like a mat.

The power of the sanctuary itself is quite strong, and its output also increases dramatically, but it is originally subordinate to the caster and moves around instead of staying in one place.

That’s why the Soul Pacification Hall changed the structure of the memorial tower, isolating Kashuin’s sanctuary to the upper part of the tower instead of directly confronting it.

Rather than wasting energy trying to confront the sanctuary itself, they moved the floor where the sanctuary was located upwards to create distance.

At the same time, they tried to bring the fleeing Lenok back in front of them to seize his body.

However, the plans of those spirits were completely derailed the moment they faced the ominous presence that emerged from the other side of the tower.

Thump, thump, thump…!!

While being showered by the rain of pure white magic falling from above, a dark, somber giant descended alone.

An overwhelming presence that seemed to swallow the entire space of the tower just by standing there.

The pupils of a predator gleaming in the shadows.

[Croken Acilius…!!!]

Only then did the spirits of the Soul Pacification Hall, finally noticing his presence, begin to writhe in rage.

[Why the hell are you here!!!]

[Since when have you been in Yorta!!]

Even if the spirits of the Soul Pacification Hall have long been in decline and seclusion, they are not so ignorant as to not recognize him.

Monstrous power that shakes the heavens and the earth. A ferocity that does not distinguish between friend and foe. The experience and age hidden within his chaotic behavior.

There are dozens of curses placed on the shoulders of the monster who moves as he pleases, unbound by reason.

The Soul Pacification Hall could not be unaware that all those curses were being observed in detail from the Sanctuary of the Abyss.

They also know very well how unrealistic Croken Acilius’s power is.

[What are the managers of the Headrain River doing?]

[Weren’t they supposed to be conducting inspections to prevent such a person from entering!!]

“How noisy.”

Thud, thud, thud!!!

As Croken tilts his head back and moves, the ground heaves and ripples like waves.

The impact causes the tower to resonate loudly, emitting shockwaves, and the wave of military spirits gradually recedes.

A bizarre scene where all the spirits in the tower simultaneously create distance due to the presence of a single being.

In contrast, dozens of barriers activated from all directions of the memorial tower rotated and enveloped Croken.

At the point when an immeasurable evil revealed itself, all the security spells and barriers of the tower were forcibly activated to suppress him.

Kiriiring!!

With a clear bell sound, a gray-white barrier spread out like an umbrella and fell over Croken’s head.

A movement to isolate the space where the crocodile giant is standing from the other spaces of the memorial tower and forcibly transfer it.

However, Croken, not caring about the falling barrier, reached out his hand towards the raindrops falling from the ceiling.

On his thickly calloused palm, the dazzling holy-attribute magic gathered and fell like water.

Kashuin, isolated by the Soul Pacification Hall, was rampaging in the upper part of the tower, and the aftermath was falling to the lower part of the tower.

“Hmm….”

Croken looked at the pure white magic gathered on his palm, then lightly grasped it and swung it to the side.

A light gesture as if a child were holding water and scattering it on the lake shore.

However, with that light gesture alone, a pale flash shot out from the crocodile giant’s hand at subsonic speed.

It became a dazzling pillar of light, instantly piercing through dozens of barriers that formed the inner and outer walls of the tower.

Crackkkkk!!

A grating roar, as if glass panes were colliding and sliding against each other.

With that alone, the barriers that had been rotating and operating from all directions of the tower were immediately shattered, scattering their fragments haphazardly.

[I, insane…!!]

[To break the phase barriers of the memorial tower so easily…!!]

Thump!!

Croken, who had walked out nonchalantly, stood beside the fallen Lenok.

“……”

Croken’s gaze, lost in thought as he stared at his surroundings with eerie pupils.

Lying fallen, Lenok could only weakly turn to look at him, his lips barely moving.

“Why… here…”

“Shut up.”

Croken swung his tail and struck Lenok directly.

Bang!!

Lenok’s body, unable to resist, was immediately pushed against the outer wall and tumbled.

“……!!”

Without even looking back at Lenok, who was writhing in pain, Croken spoke indifferently.

“I have something to ask, so just watch from there.”

“…Watch?”

“After the Sanctuary of Curses was created, there were a few times I had doubts.”

Croken’s bright yellow pupils seemed to pierce through the desolate mist of the memorial tower for a moment.

“I said I would kill the bastards who were looking at me in a disgusting way someday.”

“……”

“Since you broke the sanctuary and defiled the Night Parade, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Tap, tap!!

Croken, slowly tapping his wrist and cracking his joints, smiled.

“From now on, I will erase this gloomy monstrosity left in Yorta from the map.”

“……!!”

Croken’s declaration to destroy the memorial tower, left as the result of the Night Parade of a Myriad Spirits, right here.

The moment Lenok hesitated at that absurd declaration, enraged spirits unleashed fierce spiritual energy from all directions.

[How arrogant…!!]

[How dare a demi-human who has risen in rank with the body of a beast discuss the preservation of the Night Parade!!]

The spirits that had been floating above the tower’s hollow space began to glow, then fearlessly mixed into the wave of military spirits.

The moment the spirits’ will permeated the military spirits positioned in all directions, the presence of the military spirits subjugated to the tower began to rapidly amplify.

[A, aaaaah!!!]

[Mmmemories…!!]

Spirits clutching their heads and wailing. Military spirits swelling their bodies to increase their size.

The weapons they held took on sharp thoughts and changed, and the spiritual level rapidly increased in various places.

A divine skill that divides the power of the spirits among the military spirits of the tower, temporarily boosting their output significantly.

Thump, thump, thump!!!

The military spirits, who had been wailing in pain, scattered much stronger magic and glared at Croken from all directions.

From military spirits drooling like beasts who had lost their reason, to demonic spirits who had shed their human forms and were roaring.

Even the Heavenly Demons, who easily surpassed the Saint-level in terms of momentum, were summoned from all directions of the tower and stood facing Croken.

A group of ghosts scattering murderous intent, forgetting balance and center, without distinguishing between the ceiling and walls of the tower.

The Night Parade of a Myriad Spirits of Yorta.

It has now failed and its light has faded, but the ghosts who participated in the Night Parade still remain here as part of the tower.

[No matter how strong your power is, you are still just an untrodden one who has not reached ascension…!!!]

A spirit shouted, unleashing a thunderous spiritual energy with an enraged tone.

[I will make you pay the price for challenging the Night Parade of a Myriad Spirits, you mortal!!]

[Haaaaaak!!]

Mad ghosts who have lost their judgment due to the power surging from the tower’s amplification, focusing on their desire for destruction.

The wave of military spirits, surging as if grinding the surroundings of the memorial tower, compressed and exploded everything under their feet as they charged.

Thousands of pale, ghostly figures rotated around Croken, clawing at the somber giant.

Kugwagwagwa!!!

A fierce resentment that would tear apart the spirit and flesh of any ordinary superhuman just by getting caught in it.

However, Croken did not even attempt to shake off the military spirits surrounding him.

He merely looked down indifferently at the military spirits writhing and poking under his somber scales.

Croken’s bright yellow eyes, which had been looking around aimlessly, momentarily contorted with annoyance.

“To still call this the Night Parade of a Myriad Spirits…”

The crocodile giant, with thousands of military spirits biting and clawing at him, raised his hand.

“I want to kill them all.”

Woo-oong!!

He grabs the swirling and surging military spirits with his bare hands.

An absurd feat of grasping the ‘flow’ itself, where military spirits without substance gather and surge as one resentment.

However, with that alone, the military spirits surrounding Croken were unable to even approach and were flung in all directions.

[Kieeeek!!]

[M, my soul… my soul…!!!]

Kugwagwagwa!!

Following Croken’s hands, tens of thousands of military spirits were helplessly dragged around as if they had been grabbed by the hair.

An unreal scene where the military spirits themselves could not control the flow and speed, being swung around and screaming.

As a result, the surroundings of the memorial tower were smashed as if hit with a club, and fragments scattered everywhere.

[This can’t be, how can he do it with his bare hands…!!]

The spirits were shocked and screamed at the brute force that grasped the entire flow of the military spirits subjugated to the tower, the moment they were grasped.

Croken, who had been slowly swinging thousands of military spirits, slightly raised a vein on his temple.

His two hands collided at a speed that could not even be seen properly.

Crackkkkk!!!

A light motion as if clapping his hands.

However, the thousands of military spirits caught in that motion collided with each other from both sides, crushing each other.

The space at the point of impact was distorted as if it was being torn apart, and a crack that was not of this world briefly appeared.

Kwaaaaang!!!

A dazzling light surged from beyond the crack, instantly sweeping away the wave of military spirits.

The light of thought that burst out diagonally collided with the outer wall of the tower and exploded. It immediately pierced through the wall of the memorial tower and extended into the sky above Yorta.

[Aaaaargh!!]

[Kiyaaagaaak!!]

[My soul, my soul…!!]

Numerous military spirits caught in the storm of thought fell helplessly from Croken’s figure and disappeared outside the tower.

The military spirits, which should have been subjugated to the memorial tower, were forcibly separated from the tower and disappeared on the spot.

They turned into a hazy mist, screaming and wailing in agony, and scattered into the cloudy sky.

Kuo-ooo!!!

[Stop him!! Stop that beast and drive him out of the tower!!]

[Move now!! Heavenly Demons, step forward!!]

The spirits shouted, pouring power into the military spirits to somehow stop Croken,

And the Heavenly Demons, who had fully built up their ranks, charged towards Croken in unison.

Unlike the military spirits without intelligence, they knew better than anyone how powerful the monster in front of them was.

A middle-aged man, holding a double-edged axe at the forefront, looked at Croken with a stern expression and said.

“To have such power even with layers of curses equivalent to phase sealing, a wondrous skill indeed.”

“……”

“I’ve seen countless powerful beings since joining the Night Parade [a gathering of supernatural entities], but your level of strength is truly something I’ve never witnessed before.”

The warrior at the forefront slowly adjusted his stance and nodded.

“If I can give my all against you here, I’ll have no regrets. Come!”

“Regrets?”

Crack!!

Before the words could even finish, Croken’s shoulder twitched violently, and the warrior’s upper body exploded as if torn apart.

Boom!!

The two other military spirits behind him were also crushed by the pressure.

Croken flicked his tail, scattering the hazy mist of dissipating spirits, his eyes gleaming.

“If you wanted to discuss martial prowess with me, you should have been able to withstand that last attack.”

“Hah, huff…!!”

Crackling!!

Before they could even react, he grabbed the other Heavenly Demons [powerful spirits], swinging them in an arc and throwing them away.

The colliding Heavenly Demons’ spirits distorted and vanished from the space, the shockwave shattering the inner walls and corridor steps of the memorial tower.

Kugugugu!!!

“Stop talking about what the Night Parade of a Myriad Demons [a grand procession of spirits] was like, and show me.”

Croken grinned ferociously amidst the falling debris of the tower, which was being mercilessly crushed.

“Though, it doesn’t change the fact that this tower will fall today.”

“…The opponent is a mercenary who left his name in the history of the continent.”

The military spirits, gritting their teeth, slowly narrowed the distance while glaring at Croken.

“Move with the resolve to be annihilated!!”

“Haaaat!!”

Swoosh!!

Even as military spirits, the superhumans who retained their former power unleashed their martial arts and techniques with all their might.

The spirits, who had been recognized for their subjugation in exchange for participating in the Night Parade of a Myriad Demons, and whose challenge was to ascend with the tower.

The warriors and sorcerers, existing as superhumans even after losing their physical bodies, fiercely hammered their mental energy towards Croken.

Thud thud thud!!!!

The brilliance of the military spirit techniques poured down like rain on the single ogre giant.

Thousands, hundreds of blades rotated, cutting through the empty space and stirring up Croken’s massive body.

“Kuhahahaha!!!”

Croken roared with laughter, taking the falling slashes with his entire body, the shock of which shook the air.

In the distorted shock zone where blades and techniques overlapped and became invisible, a hand covered in scales shot out and grabbed the air.

Drrrrk!!

As if space itself was folding, the space distorted following his hand, crushing all the military spirits that were rushing in from all directions.

Kwaaaang!!

“Kuhak…!!”

The mental energy of a physical ability user transformed into a small universe, and the military spirit sorcerers added colorless ripples.

However, Croken began to tear apart all those attacks based on mental images with his bare hands.

He grabbed a faintly shimmering blade and shoved it into the swordsman’s chest, crumpled like paper, and grabbed a stray bombardment technique, throwing it back at the sorcerer’s head.

He kicked the waves of the domain that were enveloping and unfolding from all directions, shattering them into pieces.

The secret of mental images that materialize the caster’s mind.

He grabbed the superhuman techniques obtained by completing their ranks like toys, breaking, throwing, crushing, and trampling them.

Thud thud thud thud thud!!!

“No way…!!”

“Jarian!!”

“Aaaah, aaaaak!!!”

The moment Croken’s heavy body gained momentum. The inner and outer walls of the tower exploded in a motion that wasn’t even a split second.

Some called out their comrades’ names, while others were lost in pain, forgetting the reality before their eyes.

No technique, no will, no mental image.

They only wore the minimum magic reinforcement needed to move their bodies, crushing the desperate struggles of the military spirits rushing in with all their might.

Even just randomly throwing punches into the air, the shockwaves pushed through space, compressing the military spirits.

The hazy mist rising from the annihilation of their souls spread like a heat haze behind Croken, painting the hollow of the memorial tower pure white.

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!!

[Ah, ah, ah…]

The screams of the military spirits, following the chain of explosions like dominoes, echoed strangely like a song.

Croken’s massive body, leaping through the air, landed in front of the remaining cenotaph of the Soul Pacification Altar [a place for calming restless spirits] in an instant.

Kuuung!!!

The impact alone caused a faint crack on the surface of the cenotaph, shaking it precariously, and Croken sneered.

“Cleaning up the remnants of those who failed to ascend is always unpleasant. It’s something that should have been finished a long time ago.”

The spirits blankly uttered their despair at his indifferent reaction.

[This, this can’t be…]

[This isn’t right. No one could have done this…]

[The memorial tower, just because of a single monster…]

“This is the Commander’s message.”

Thud.

Croken, extending his finger towards the outermost cenotaph, said.

“The balance of the imaginary dimension has been achieved, so this tower is no longer needed.”

[…What?]

“Until now, I’ve been holding back to avoid touching that pseudo-god, but now it doesn’t matter.”

The ogre giant gave a twisted smile as he looked at the spirits, who seemed speechless.

“So, all that’s left is to destroy it.”

[That’s absurd.]

[It’s no longer needed, who decided that…!!]

[Who dares to decide that!!]

“I did.”

Crack!!

The moment Croken’s finger pierced into the cenotaph, an intangible wave rotated around Croken’s forearm.

He shattered the cenotaph where the spirits of the Soul Pacification Altar resided, right on the spot.

Kwaaaaang!!!

As the nine cenotaphs were all destroyed, the shaking of the tower, which had been fluctuating, intensified even more.

As if the cenotaphs of the Soul Pacification Altar had been acting as wedges to maintain the tower’s balance, the memorial tower shook as if it would collapse at any moment.

The spirits released from the cenotaphs realized this and screamed like madmen.

[Aaaaaaak!!]

[Croken Asiluseuuuuu!!!]

[I will not forget. I swear on my spirit, I will curse your name forever!!]

The curses of the spirits, who were not even afraid of annihilation, spewed out their hatred like madmen.

However, instead of responding to their words or sneering, Croken silently looked at them before immediately turning his steps towards Lenok.

The ogre giant looked down at Lenok, who had fallen, covered in blood, and grinned.

“There’s still some time left before the tower is completely destroyed.”

“…Time?”

There was time left.

Did that mean there was a specific timeline for when the memorial tower had to be destroyed?

While Lenok was lost in thought, clutching his stomach, Croken raised his hand.

The vibration that erupted the moment he lightly flicked his finger instantly swelled the cracks in the ceiling of the memorial tower.

Kuwaaaa!!!

He dropped the brilliance of the holy-type magic power, which had been falling like rain, like a waterfall on the spot.

[Aaaaaaaa!!!]

The sanctuary of the Archangel falling from above. Kashuin’s scream echoed belatedly.

The figure of the Archangel, with cracked and split skin gleaming, descended upon Lenok’s head.

His very existence became a space that established a sanctuary, a power that annihilated the spiritual and demonic energy of the area.

[Where are you, magician!!!]

With his pale wings spread wide, Kashuin screamed, painting the surroundings pure white.

[Where is my god!!]

“Touching that guy’s magic power earlier, I noticed it had a faint healing ability.”

While Lenok could not answer and weakly looked at Kashuin, Croken laughed savagely.

“Then, it’ll make your trashy body move a little bit, right?”

“…”

Indeed, Croken knows.

Who’s face is hidden behind this obsidian mask.

And what Lenok faced beyond the Abyss, and what meaning he gained before escaping and arriving here.

Contrary to his endless ferocity, his judgment and intuition were also at a considerable level.

The reason he didn’t show it, the reason he didn’t bother to show interest.

It must have been because he thought he could face him like this at any time.

“There was one thing I couldn’t finish because of that ridiculous interference.”

Croken, with his arms crossed, raised his head.

The reptile eyes gleaming above his long chin stared intently at Lenok.

“The order has already been decided, and the Commander doesn’t seem to care either way, but I’m different. Regardless of his talent, no one knows if he can go all the way.”

Croken twisted his lips.

“So, I need to check before you completely break down.”

“…”

“Bring out your Self-Sovereign Domain.”

A conviction that felt arrogant. A reckless expectation that the moment he was waiting for would always be there.

A baseless belief that the insignificant magician he had spared back then would survive and reach this point.

But even that was like a perfectly fitting garment for the monster standing before him.

“…Alright. I’ll do that.”

Lenok thought so, slowly placing one hand on the ground and raising himself up.

“But it’s not just me who has to show you.”

Kuoohhh!!

The sanctuary emitted by the rampaging Archangel rotated around Lenok, piercing his body.

Without filtering it out with target-specific resistance, he seized the mental energy that seeped into his body.

The holy power of the Archangel, who served a failed god, which would never have been allowed under normal circumstances.

But now, with the authority of the priest in his hands thanks to the help of the priestess, he could heal Lenok’s body as he wished, even if only for a moment.

Crackling…!!

How many times has it been that he has raised his broken and fallen body after countless battles?

But either way, this had to be the last time.

He lightly shook his blood-soaked wrist, opening the wound.

Through Lenok’s blood, a double helix rose from his wrist, emitting a golden glow.

Swoosh!!

On the spot, a dazzling golden magic circle wrapped around his wrist.

The Ouroboros magic system [a magic system based on self-consuming energy].

Lenok’s unique perpetual motion machine that analyzes and dismantles all existing laws and techniques.

With the Archangel of the old world in front of him, and staggering, with the Ouroboros magic circle on his hand.

In the middle of the sanctuary, Lenok, buried in white light, slowly raised his magic power.

“I’m going to delve into your identity and your small universe. I’m going to find out the source of that transcendent power.”