Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Chapter 897

Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine

Chapter 897: The Eye that Sees Destiny (33)

The magnetic realm is a drama that overwrites time and space by projecting the magician’s original image.

This is the final point that can only be achieved by practitioners who have built up all seven hierarchies of self-transformation.

The practitioner who has completely changed and understood himself through a series of processes comes face to face with the original image located deepest within.

The reason you exist as yourself.

The reason why one thinks as oneself.

Even if it is not the shape or scenery that the artist had hoped for, it is something that fundamentally identifies and defines the artist’s own identity.

The most ideal point of perfection that a person can reach.

Those who try to move forward either forcefully break the completed hierarchy and fail, or, on the contrary, transcend the hierarchy and reach an unexplored state.

Only after writing down and defining the life you have lived throughout your existence in the world can you fully recognize and face it.

And that is why the self-reflection area, Cheonhwamanrihyang (天花萬里香), was an unfinished area that had not yet been completed.

Kugwagwagwa!!!!

Flame flowers descending to the ground, hundreds of meters in size, peak and bloom in the center of the city.

Each of the six divided petals is tens of meters long. A size that far exceeds that of any high-rise building.

Hwaaaaa!!

Every time the flower petals swayed and unfolded in full bloom, a hot wind surged and set the sky and the ground on fire at the same time.

A huge flower of fire in the middle of a Balkan city flashes so intensely that it can even be captured by a satellite camera.

Saaaaa!!

Soon, he wrapped his arms around Evan and Lightning and began to retract the buds.

The six petals converged in a spiral, embracing the two wizards’ new forms and closing their mouths.

The Triumvirate Cartel.

The presidents who were watching the situation murmured in the huge hall where Oliveira Ron Maze personally visited.

“what...?”

“Is that the thousandth magnetic field?”

Merilda and Angel, who had been watching without thinking, scratched their heads while Virgil and Lauder began to analyze the situation.

“Not only Evan, but they also dragged Lightning in and locked him up. “Is it some kind of barrier technique?”

“The magnetic realm is not a barrier technique. If that’s the case, it’s just that the power of the barrier technique was given to this area separately...”

The magnetic area is not a barrier technique, but a secret that forcibly changes the nature of the surrounding space and time.

The reason why changes can be made to space and time is because the driving force is the practitioner’s own original image.

If Evan’s domain takes the form of trapping the user and the opponent, it would be close to Evan’s unique personality.

Could it be that his talent for handling very complex barrier techniques was mixed and embodied in the origin mind images?

“Building the magic core and externalizing it is itself the power of the barrier technique. “I’m already skilled at mixing it with unique magic.”

“But why did we develop such an area at this time?”

“I think that may be the purpose of developing the territory.”

J. Rock, a former special mercenary from the Central Front who newly took over the position of 3rd President, raised his hand and said.

“Do you mean the purpose of the realm?”

“The fact that you were fighting so furiously just now and then suddenly bring up something like that means you have other thoughts.”

J-Rock answered in a grumpy tone, lying down on the armchair and tilting his head back.

“Even if I have to suffer losses in a battle of numbers, I want to narrow down the battlefield by dealing with my cards first. Isn’t this something like this?”

“Wow, that’s an interesting thing to say.”

Lauder turned his gaze towards J. Rock with a smile.

Although the explanation was very insincere, I was able to understand the context accurately.

“Are you saying that Evan Martinez’s magnetic field is actually an ability that is not directly helpful in battle?”

“Well, that’s roughly it. “I heard that wizard has never used the realm before?”

J-Rock said, digging into his ear with one hand.

“So what’s more is that it’s an area that isn’t very helpful in most battles?”

“Oh, is that so?”

Merilda listened to J. Rock’s words with a sullen expression, but with a smile in her eyes, Angel agreed.

“Now that you think about it, it makes sense.”

“It’s strange for a wizard of his size to show off his magnetic field for the first time at an event like this.”

It is surprisingly not uncommon for an excellent magician’s magnetic field to have abilities that are not helpful in battle.

The form of the original image created by each individual throughout his or her life and the direction in which it is expressed as a talent vary.

If we assume an extreme case, there are magicians who actually become weaker when the area is taken out.

In battles between high-ranking magicians, they sometimes twist the structure by forcing the opponent to expand their territory.

Angel or J. Rock, who came from the Central Front, probably had at least a vague knowledge of that.

“It’s an interesting hypothesis, but it has some blind spots.”

But Virgil, who was listening to the conversation between the presidents, said:

“For wizards who are good at fighting, most of their domain abilities are expressed in a way that is specialized for combat. “There are no exceptions, but if he were that kind of wizard, he wouldn’t be standing there in the first place.”

“Are you saying that being excellent as a wizard and being good at fighting are two different things?”

“There is a more solid basis than citing abstract exceptions. “In the situation just now, we were on the disadvantaged side a thousand times.”

Virgil answered with his arms crossed and an expressionless face.

“In this situation, if you play first, you must be able to gain the upper hand when you try to attack first. I don’t think it would be strange if Cheonbeon’s domain abilities were extremely combat-specific.”

“Unfavorable...? “A thousand times?”

Wasn’t it the power of that monstrous flame wizard that had overwhelmed and burned the battlefield so far?

Even Angel, who had psychic powers, could not even fathom that capacity, but Virgil’s words were interpreting the structure so far in a completely opposite way.

The moment Angel tilted his head, Oliveira’s relaxed cheer rang out.

[The thousand-time flame continues to grow, but the output of the fast lightning does not change even once.]

“...That.”

[What does it mean that an equal battle is still going on?]

“....”

Only then did the other bosses understand what Virgil and Oliveira were talking about and fell silent.

This means that the flames raised through so much augmentation and explosion have not yet surpassed the power of the lightning.

It was not Fast who had to constantly increase gears to increase output, but rather Evan.

“You probably knew it a thousand times before you even started. So, I went around the city, collected firewood, started a fire, gathered horsepower and power, and made a plan.”

Virgil said.

An external change that changes not only Lennok’s own form but also the shape of his incarnation at once.

Lennok, who exchanged the position and appearance of the incarnation in an instant, immediately raised his hand.

I was about to start a new chant over the overflowing realm of Heavenly Manri Incense, but stopped as if I had thought of something.

“....”

Lennok, who was quietly looking at the incarnation standing silently, approached the incarnation.

Grasp the neck of the unresponsive incarnation with one hand and apply strong force.

Ugh...!!

As I swung my intention with force, as if strangling my neck, the magic power of Lennok and the incarnate body began to resonate at the same time.

The two wizards’ new forms shook violently and protested, but nothing more happened.

Lennok, sensing failure, smiled bitterly and withdrew his hand.

“...is it still too much?”

The most dangerous and powerful taboo that a practitioner who has mastered the Avatar technique can attempt with the Avatar.

I thought it might be possible at a moment like now when my mind and body were extremely heightened, but I couldn’t even feel the slightest possibility.

That’s probably because Lennok’s incarnation has a very different origin from other avatarists.

To solve this problem, it seemed like I would have to find the owner of the origin.

Kugugugu...!!

After worrying about no harvest, the petals of Cheonhwamanli Incense begin to wriggle and fall off one by one.

The timer, which increases the power based on the spell’s maintenance time as a condition, ended and the area began to bloom in earnest.

The fragrance of heavenly flowers reaches a thousand miles away.

The flower that blooms with the concept of time as its nourishment will, as the name of the area suggests, release a scent that can be smelled throughout the Balkans.

“Okay then...”

Lennok slowly retreated and returned to his seat and used his incarnation body again to increase his magic power.

At the same time as the Thousand Flowers incense is in full bloom, Lennok is also filled with magical energy and chants lightning magic.

“Shall we begin?”

It’s shaky...!!

What we need to do from now on is to explode and consume all of Lennok’s and his incarnation’s magical power, literally scraping it to the bottom.

The horsepower of the open sea served as an opportunity to increase maximum horsepower.

All of the raw materials mixed in Lennok’s body are printed out, vomited out, and used as materials to stimulate cracks in the fortress.

The first thing you need to explode in order to fight again is a very powerful lightning bolt that rivals the output of the Flame Flower.

This is the secret of lightning magic that has reached its extreme limit, something that not even Lennok himself has ever used with a clear mind.

“Phew...”

I quickly raise my spirits by taking deep breaths without stopping.

I continued to inflate the image of the full lightning within me without any other manipulation.

Broke, broken...!!!

As long as the will exists, the image of lightning that does not disappear simply overflows infinitely.

The pinnacle of meaninglessness that releases pure output itself like paint in a specific space without any manipulation or intervention.

Thunderstorm (雷濫).

The contradiction of the 10 apostles of the cult wielding the magic that completely destroyed Amrita’s immortality towards the flame wizard known to have subjugated Amrita.

The moment you become aware of it, the mind-blowing chant that was only put together at the end of the madness is completed like a puzzle and descends into reality.

I’m going to fall in love!!!!

A loud chirping that echoes like thunder in my ears.

Lightning, overflowing like an infinite sea, is about to burst forth, splitting the flower of flame.

The moment when Lennok raised his hand to draw in reality the vivid image that seemed to be drawn before his eyes at any moment.

“...!!!”

Feeling an eerie and intense sense of discomfort that shook my sixth sense, I inadvertently turned my gaze to the ground.

At the same time, a bizarre clanging sound rang out, and a black crack opened under the ground where the incense of heaven and earth had bloomed.

Damn it...!!

The moment when Lennok stopped casting the spell with a stern expression as a crack formed, for which there was not even the slightest warning.

A huge snake with its entire body stained black leapt from beyond the door and let out a loud roar.

[Kahaaaaagh!!!]

Kugwaagwagwa!!!

It is so huge that the black pillar seems to rise from the ground into the sky.

The inky-colored scales were stained with black mud and the eyes had already lost focus and looked hazy.

The moment when I realized that I could see the side of the Ascendant guarding the well in that miserable appearance, where it was doubtful whether he was even alive.

Lennok muttered softly with cold eyes.

“The thought form of the handbook....”

* * *

An endless sea of darkness.

Starlight shining empty.

Monsters that swim forever and sing of the apocalypse.

However, even in this sea that is dying towards destruction, there is still a world where life is alive and breathing.

Although it is infinitely weak and shabby.

Nevertheless, they are still here.

Every moment of birth and death is evidence of a miracle.

The light emitted by life is so faint that it is only a handful of lights in this ocean.

That’s why it has value, and that’s why it becomes an object of desire and greed.

All the apocalypses swimming in that sea want and yearn for this spark of life that seems to have no meaning.

The apocalypse, whose origins were unknown, had completed all processes and was running toward its conclusion.

We’ll probably be the last.

A small death that resonates like an echo only after everything is over.

That is the meaning of this humble and beautiful world.

Lighthouse keeper Lapis Palseer thought so and slowly opened his eyes.

“Welcome, Lapis.”

Rich, ultramarine blue hair that resembles a mirror.

A woman with a very familiar face was smiling at Lapis.

Heavenly Dog Madrea Falseer said.

“I was waiting.”