Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Ascendant Coming(2)

“Using the Supernatural Ability of Revelation, peek at the memories remaining in the body of the arrival…”

Koo Goo Goo!!!

In the middle of the Infernal Sanctuary.

A violent storm of magical power raging around the ascendant’s remains reclining on the center of a huge throne.

As if rejecting and rejecting those approaching, the chains tied around the throne tremble wildly following the violently rotating magic power.

In the aftermath, it was too much to stand still, so little by little Lennok’s new model was pushed back.

Lennok muttered as he tilted his head while fiddling with the obsidian mask.

“While my incarnation is holding out in the body of the arrival, you have to approach and try it yourself.”

[It is to use supernormal abilities against his vessels.]

The priestess calmly agreed.

[If one attempt fails, the second attempt will not be possible.]

While Lennok’s incarnation collides with the Lord’s spirit within the coming body.

Do you mean that you have to walk around the infinity and break through all the staggering chains, countless seals, and the magic of arrival scattered around the body before approaching?

The case is different from the incarnation of Lennok, who easily approached the body of the arrival without any resistance.

Lennok himself is the body of a living human being, and a special magician who possesses real magical power.

And it must be because they are essentially different beings sharing the same essence as incarnation.

Even with that approach, there is only one chance to throw a winning number that peeks into the bowl’s memory.

But Lennok nodded lightly and rummaged in his arms.

“There is one way that comes to mind.”

click!!

Take out an ampoule with a needle from your pocket and insert it into your forearm.

“The magic of arrival is blocking the approach of the living, but there is a section where the concentration fades along with the rotation of the magical power.”

Lennok, who raised his sense of magic power to the fullest and saw the flow of magic flowing through the darkness, stretched out his magician and grabbed it.

“Round the outside around the throne and approach it obliquely inward. After entering within ten steps, there is a way to definitely contact the body of the arrival.”

Koo Goo Goo!!

The magic power of the ascendant that revolves around the throne.

However, there is a section where the density of power becomes uneven and the magic power fades as much as it moves to reject the approach of the outside.

Although it would be exhausting to break through the barrier mixed with the magic of arrival from the front.

It wouldn’t be impossible if you approached the section where the density of magical power weakened along with the rotating flow.

Dig!!

In Lennok’s head, the Sanctuary of Infinity and the space where the huge throne are located are realized as a three-dimensional map.

It predicts in real time the branches of magical power flowing nearby and pushes them in, setting the path in an instant.

Kiriric!!

Lennok lowered his stance after hanging a magic thread between the inner walls of the cathedral and pulling it until it became taut.

“Goes.”

The shadow robe accelerated and disappeared on the spot.

Faaaaang!!

Between the inner walls of the cathedral illuminated by candlelight, a dark new model ran in a long circle.

Flashes up and down in an instant to escape the chains of colliding fog, blurring in all directions.

A single person glided through the loops of the chain that could have been passed through, and galloped around the throne at high speed.

While the spirit of the monarch is moving to properly obtain the body of the arrival.

The ascendant’s mana exploded from the recoil and spreads wildly as it rotates around the throne.

The only way to pass through it is to move along the rotating flow of magical power, capture in real time the space where the density of magical power decreases, and break through.

Tadadadak!!!

Hundreds of magicians hanging from the end of the robe were cut off at a tremendous speed,

Each time, Lennok’s new model accelerates and becomes faster.

The moment when I was flying past the tens of thousands of candles glowing under the cathedral, forgetting even my senses and looking at the magical power of the arrival surging in a trance.

‘…now.’

Lennok’s new model tilted at a right angle on the spot and fired at the throne in an instant.

Wedge love!!

At the same time as closing the distance to the throne, the magical power of arrival indiscriminately clings to you from all sides.

It was the thought of a berserker who devastated himself as if he was trying to gnaw between his robes in an instant and devour Lennok’s raw flesh.

However, Lenok accurately picked out the place where his will faded among the storms of his magical power, and in an instant drew a circle near the throne, closing the distance.

Kwaaaang!!

“Kuk…!!”

Even if you choose a place with a low magical power density and break through, you cannot avoid the shockwave itself that bursts out irregularly.

Even if you want to fight back and resist, the shield is added and it rolls backwards as if being swept away.

Fortress of Ghosts. A decisive battle with Yao Xun. Until entering the infinity through the spirit world and making the incarnation dwell in the body of the arrival.

Since he had already consumed quite a bit of mana while coming this far, it was difficult to risk a head-on collision.

Hard!!

Lennok’s model, which chose to conserve magic, lost balance for an instant and slid between the piles of candles.

The moment he inadvertently grabbed the cursed flame with his gloved hand, countless images of flames passed before his eyes.

[Die, die…!!]

[I want that person to disappear…]

[Curse all your blood relatives.]

The resentment left by hating and hating someone.

Or a curse that turned into an empty echo without a target.

Innumerable fragments of grudges whose form and origin cannot be guessed become real images and quickly pass before Lennok’s eyes.

Each candle lighting up the Sanctuary of Infinity is a part of the curse someone left on this world.

Is that why even the emotions and memories left by the people involved at the time of leaving the curse are being observed here?

But Lennok, who was about to stand up while stroking the candle with one hand, paused for a moment.

[Onion. Are you really going to leave like this?]

“…”

[The night trip failed, but this city needs you.]

A candle that glows from all sides.

The cursed grudge passing countless times in front of my eyes.

Among the emotions contained in it, those of someone Lennok knew were also reflected.

[I plan to participate in a project that starts in Balkan.]

[You mean the newly built big city?]

[The history is short, but all the founders of the city are extraordinary madmen. I saw potential in them.]

[…]

[They said that even the failure of Night Trip could leave a meaning within the project. Unlike us, they seemed rather… willing to fail.]

[…gibberish.]

[They said they needed my strength in the civil war to determine the borders of the East Continent. They say they want an executioner who is not swayed by any interests.]

Kwajik!!

[I intend to go there.]

Step on the shattered candlestick fragments and stand up.

The magical power of the arrival distorted like the thick ink that fell from above.

Lennok, who hooked the magician on his arm and pulled it, slipped as if rolling over a candlelight, dodging the magical storm again.

Kwaaaaang!!

The shape of a candle that burns even more strongly from the Ascendant’s magic that blows from all sides of the Infernal Sanctuary.

Every time Lennok rolls over it, grabs it, breaks it, stomps on it, and stands up, a flood of myriad emotions rises before his eyes.

The memories of people you know and the resentment of people you don’t know spread out and mislead your senses.

However, Lennok did not reject all of that and accepted it as it was and moved forward.

[Ermont, the elders of the family have agreed to eternal confinement for you today.]

[Confinement… you mean.]

[The ritual you created is an insult to the great lineage and shakes the very foundation of the concept of a wizard.]

[…it was to solve the curse that came down to the family.]

[Solution?]

The stern voice instantly contained a bitter cynicism.

[You mean you can kill your wife and son with your own hands and still talk like that?]

[…]

[Don’t you feel sorry for your family and blood relatives who trusted you and entrusted themselves to the ceremony?]

[Before closing your ceremony, you will have one last chance to demonstrate it in front of the senate. Until then, I will not break your magic, so please wait.]

Wooddeuk!!

[Instead, I will cut the tendons in your limbs to prevent you from leaving this place.]

“Cool!!”

He let out a dry cough and headed towards the throne where the storm raged.

The closer you get, the higher the density of the magical energy that rushes through the ascendant’s body.

As a result, the magic of arrival covers Lennok’s body in an instant and tries to swallow the existence whole.

The body of an ascendant who has not yet fully awakened. An endless madness that seems to engulf and devour the entire space with only the remaining magic power remaining in the bowl.

Is this the Ascendant’s power to devouring the Sanctuary of Mugan and reorganizing this entire space into his own?

Keyiing!!

Whenever Dorae’s white hair swayed lightly, his chained body shook little by little.

At that time, the mana rampaging in all directions swarmed the surroundings with a clearer reality.

And every time that happened, the cursed grudge that floated in front of Lennok’s eyes also began to be reflected more clearly.

[This is the last pilgrimage, Antares.]

[…]

[Once you see the ending, there will be no turning back. Are you still thinking of going?]

[From the moment I longed for a fragment of omniscience, I was prepared for what the foresight would say.]

The voice of someone Lennok knew. A calm acceptance that doesn’t feel emotional highs and lows.

[Even if I come back after seeing inevitable death, I need to know what is at the end of this world.]

[You will regret it.]

[…Even if it is.]

Antares’ voice seemed to fade for a moment.

[I have to leave meaning to our journey. Even if it is to ensure that the sacrifice of Croken left on the pilgrimage is not in vain.]

thud!!!

Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

The distance was close enough to see Dorae sitting at the end of the throne with the naked eye.

Chains of mist swaying over the high, broad black throne, as if it were reserved for a giant ten meters tall.

A storm of magical energy emanating from the wildly shaking piles of chains now ensnares and binds Lennok limb to limb.

The size of the candles burning everywhere is getting brighter and brighter, and now only the grudge of the curse that is not easily extinguished even in the midst of the storm remains here.

Lenok, who was lifted up by tying himself with a magical thread, smiled bitterly at the countless names of curses shining under his feet.

[Croken Asilus’ Debilitation Stack]

[Croken Asylus’ Seal of Intention]

[Croken Asylus’s Cunning Land]

[Croken Asylus’s other power source]

[Indomitability of Croken Asylus]

[Croken Asylus’ White Sioux]

…

…

…

It was because the area around the candlestick where Lenok stood was densely covered with terrible curses targeting only one person.

Even if you grab it with your bare hands, it doesn’t go out, it burns more intensely, and resists as if it will never disappear.

Lenok, who had been staring blankly at the unrealistic bondage of the curse, gritted his teeth and stood up.

My head is pounding as if my head is about to explode from the regurgitation of myriad memories and emotions, but worrying about it is not something to do right now.

Right now, there are things that cannot be done without finding meaning beyond the ascendant’s physical body.

The center of the throne where the ascendant’s magical energy rages and the recoil intensifies.

No matter how cleverly you move and aim for a gap in your magical power, the crack that crumbles the space to such an extent that it is difficult to move forward.

But without hesitation, Lenok took out a golden vial from his bosom and poured it into his mouth.

An elixir dilution given to him by Aris Richellen.

A miraculous power that preserves Lennok’s mana in its original form for about 4 seconds.

Sensing the intense elation that filled his entire body, Lenok moved forward without hesitation in front of the remains of the Ascendant.

Guguaguagua!!!

The Ascendant’s magic slams down on Lennok’s body from all sides, crashing down to explode.

The feeling of emptiness, as if one were giving one’s whole body under a waterfall made of steel and being crushed.

However, as never before, Lenok drew out all the magic power that rotated in his body and began to move forward, resisting the ascendant’s magic head-on.

Deed Dede Dede!!!

After taking the elixir, the limit on magic consumption disappears in about 4 seconds.

The distance required to stand in front of the coming body is ten steps forward.

Lennok forgot to even breathe and stretched out his hand in front of the storm of magical powers and thoughts that shook and shattered in a trance.

Every time I pass the flames of curse burning fiercely around me, the backflow of emotions that rises in front of my eyes again.

Dismissed!!

Going beyond the heights of curses and intentions that mix in front of your eyes, break through the ascendant’s magic that tries to beat and grind your entire body,

Even his senses are dizzy, he stretches out his hand in a daze in the midst of the shaking hallucination, and finally grabs Dorae’s shoulder.

Wooddeuk!!

With that alone, the Ascendant’s mana violently rebelled, twisting Lennok’s hand and squeezing it.

Just before the efficacy of the elixir dilution ended, Lennok broke through all the illusions and curses and finally reached the point of arrival.

[I was waiting.]

Parts!!

With her pure white eyes dripping like tears, the priestess slowly stood in front of the remains of the arrival.

The black magic that scattered around her corpse began to eat away at the priestess’ spiritual body in an instant, but her expression did not show any agitation.

[The spirit of an unbeliever who covets vessels is an impurity that does not exist by nature. From now on, I will peek at it through revelation, and try to distinguish it by force.]

The spirit of the priestess, slowly being consumed by the magic of her coming, asked without looking back at Lenoch.

[You could also see the revelation I use. Do you remember?]

Was it when he was a pseudonym in prison? Lenoch put a trembling hand to his right eye.

The Mystic Eye, created by imitating the Supernatural Ability of Revelation, rotates and opens. She began to share the revelations of the priestess as she uttered them.

The priestess nodded her head slowly, and she walked out and knelt down in front of the remains of Dorae.

She carefully caresses the cheek of the ascendant who is sinking into a dull black color and meets her gaze.

Covered in her ominous darkness and slowly disappearing, the figure of her priestess knelt before her arrival.

Even Lennok instantly felt that such a priestess belonged to a pious religious person.

[After accepting the revelation, I may never come back again. so….]

The reaction of the priestess who hesitated and couldn’t finish her words.

If she successfully separates the spirit of the guide from the remains of the arrival, she will ask you to dispose of him on her behalf.

Lenok quietly nodded her head, and the priestess finally closed her eyes and met her arrival.

A contradictory act of looking at each other with closed eyelids.

But there are moments when you have to make the visible invisible in order to see the invisible.

In particular, in a ceremony presided over by her priestess, such as a priestess, the power of such a contradiction cannot be ignored.

The priestess, who hesitated for a moment, nodded her head as if she had made up her mind.

[I will go.]

Ascendant’s body. Guido’s bowl.

To peek into the memory of a body that died a long time ago and is enshrined here.

Even though she came to Yorta in the form of a soul for this moment, she hesitated until the end, not being convinced.

It wasn’t because her faith in the priest she served was wavering, but because she couldn’t believe in herself.

The moment Lennok inadvertently recalled the true nature of that fanaticism, the Supernatural Power of Revelation was activated.

An illusion unfolded as if the sky above her head was opening wide.

Faaaa!!

No, not the sky.

In the first place, beyond this infinity space, nothing like the sky could be seen.

What Lennok felt was the sense that the borderline of the open sea was opening beyond the cognition allowed to the two of them.

A fantasy that appeared while accepting the supernormal abilities of a priestess who directly communicates with the gods of the open sea and receives their will and vision instead.

It has the will to watch over this world from beyond the distant sea.

A mighty will that swims in the sea of stars, constantly longing for a new cause and effect, even across an immeasurably distant distance.

Following the path opened by the priestess, that very will penetrates the limitations of time and place and plunges into this place.

Woooooooooooo!!!

With that alone, the magical power of the arrival that had eaten away the priestess’s spiritual body suddenly came to a halt with a great convulsion.

The moment when the gaze of the open sea, which inherited the flow, focused on the remains of the arrival as if slowly tilting.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Ascendant coming. As the cult leader’s vessel came to life, the memories left under his body unfolded before his eyes.

* * *

It starts with a very trivial coincidence.

The sky shatters like glass.

That was the only thought the man knelt down on the frozen snowy field, looking at the leader.