Truth and requiem (2)
The sound of the crashing waves fades and then turns into quiet silence.
I followed Madric through an open stone door and down an endless hallway.
“I didn’t know that even that old man was your commander.”
said Lennok, who looked around with an expressionless face.
“Somehow, it was said that they emphasized the rules of the race to an extent. I thought he ran away because he didn’t show up until he wiped out the gang.”
“The grimoire gang’s 100 Ghost Nights are one of the few remaining means by which I can obtain military orders.”
Madric, the old man who answered in a cold voice, waved his hand and at the same time the scenery in the hallway changed completely.
Fire!
A myriad of glass display cases were placed between the corridors that stretched inwards. In between, different ashes were neatly placed.
While Lennok paused for a moment in the exhibition hall of the countless ashes, Madrici said as he walked through them.
“It was efficient because it maintained the form of the military command ceremony, so it was managed separately. I didn’t expect to be killed by just one wizard.”
“They hid the terminals of their warlords among Achilles’ secure networks.”
Lennok, who wiped the dirt from the urn with his fingers, answered.
“It must have been inevitable in order to communicate through the commandments without coming forward directly. It wasn’t difficult.”
“Achilles’ network is by far the best among companies in the sun. There’s no way you wouldn’t know how much the security company cares about internal crackdowns.”
He smiled as he walked in front with his hands behind his back.
“Your ability to break through and accurately steal the coordinates of the terminal related to me is abnormal.”
“….”
No matter how powerful Darby is, it is difficult to penetrate the security network from the front without any mediators or keywords.
At that time, he connected to Achilles’ secure network because he used the technical team leader of that company as a living biological terminal in the brain area to access the network.
But if you don’t know the details behind the scenes, there’s no reason to explain it.
As the sluggish conversation continued, the old man began to rhyme first.
“Is that all you want to ask?”
The old man’s eyes turned around and met Lennok’s.
“I think the fact that you rejected my offer and came here yourself is because you are desperately longing for some kind of answer.”
“We’ve already confirmed what each other wants.”
Lennok replied plaintively.
“Black Consumer Project. Didn’t you say that you can show it even if you can’t talk because of the ban?”
“….”
“Kaise and Alkaid. What happened after the project failed?”
Lennok asked.
“I want to know what mistakes you made that still have your influence on the highest levels of city government.”
“You are very honest. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to bring that name out in front of me.”
Madric burst into laughter.
“There was a time when mere uttering that name was a sentence comparable to treason.”
he said as we strolled through the endless display of urns.
“It is because the two of them contributed so much and their mistakes were also serious. Having personally witnessed the failure of Mangwiya, I could not repeat the same mistake.”
“The Mangwi Night Trip was a failure….”
Lennok’s eyes shone sharply.
“That would also mean that you took part in the Ascension Project, which decided the fate of two cities.”
Journey to Manguya in the military command city of Yorta.
A black consumer project in Balkan, a megacity.
Doesn’t it mean that I have immersed my feet in two great worlds that share the same purpose of heading to the ascension, although the time and method are different?
“Did you participate in the Balkan project with the experience of failure in Yorta and reach your current status in the process?”
“I’ve said it before, but I can’t tell you directly about the specific secrets of the project.”
Madric replied leisurely.
“The ban Alkaid left behind is so powerful and deadly that it even forbids revealing its name and existence first.”
“….”
Since Lennok first recognized and mentioned the existence of Alcaid, could it be that Madrich can also mention the name?
“But why am I still influencing this city? It is not difficult to explain it.”
Whoop… … !!
The end of the hallway gradually widens and soon turns into a huge, open space.
The pure white light seeped in and a warm glow hit his face.
Leaving behind the spectacle, the commanding officer of Madrid turned his body completely and looked out at Lenoc.
“It was a project that started with dreams of eternity, but there were not a few people who wanted insurance. They are people who are terribly obsessed with life, so they wanted to be guaranteed a time that would continue.”
A gorgeous and neatly decorated white cavity that continued along the display case of the urn, where the cold air circulated until just now.
In the middle of the wall of a display case filled with thousands of ashes, a huge giant sits erect with his hands folded.
The giant’s face, which appears to be hundreds of times the size of an ordinary human, is extremely pale, and its flesh has been gnawed away, revealing the bone fragments inside.
Above the arms, knees, shoulders, neck, head, eyes, and limbs, hundreds of elongated glass tubes were tied with strings and hung.
A strange figure that seems to be supporting hundreds of glass tubes with the body of a giant.
Thousands of ashes are lined up between the countless shelves on the wall of the cavity behind the giant’s back, looking down at the two.
The moment when Lennok was speechless at the bizarre scenery beyond common sense.
The mouth of the dead giant and the old man standing in front of Lennok began to move at the same time.
“Even if it’s just a sweet illusion.”
[Even if it is just a sweet illusion.]
“…Unbelievable.”
It was only then that Lennok realized what Madric really was and opened his mouth in a daze.
The face of a miserable giant whose flesh was barely attached to the bones as if he had been dead for a long time.
That was the true identity of Madrid Onion.
A giant with a body far beyond that of an ordinary human. I would have thought that the identity of the military sage who had survived since the city was founded was not even a pure human.
Since he served as the head of a judicial institution for a long time, he has the appearance of a giant who completely shatters the prejudice that we thought would be an ordinary human physique.
Madric looked down at such Lennok and opened his mouth again.
[This ossuary is a requiem for those who have already died. At the same time, it is the last refuge for those who have not yet given up on life.]
“….”
[Since the project failed, I have been holding on to the poor people who have not abandoned their attachment to life.]
“…Right. That’s why you’ve been able to exert such a powerful influence on the upper echelons of city government.”
Lennok nodded.
“Forcibly prolonging the time of those who could not abandon their fear of death, and using hope for the afterlife as bait to hold their spirits and bodies.”
Most of the high-ranking officials in megacities are old enough to boast of their age, as much as their mighty power.
It is self-evident that the remaining lifespan is fixed unless you become a superhuman who has completed a fairly strong hierarchy.
Madrich Onion was exerting a powerful influence on the city government at the boundary between this world and the next world by providing a space where they could postpone their death.
“Was your role in the project not to make the plan a success, but to insure investors?”
Oliviera was not lying when she said that the scope of the project was so vast that there was not much overlap in what they knew.
The only thing Madrich Onion, a military magician, can do for those who are about to die is to turn them into his own military spirits and eat them.
In order to forcibly delay his death, he was bound by a spell called military spiritism, and he had been passing a time that was worse than that of a corpse.
Without even knowing that even that existence could disappear at any time according to the will of the sorcerer.
The giant Madric Onion laughed.
[The foolishness of choosing a lesser rest because of fear of death has never changed.]
“….”
[Those who deal with spiritism often warn. No one is free from death and only regrets remain. But people don’t change after hearing the truth,]
said Madric.
[Not knowing is because I am afraid. The unknown is a scary thing. The incomprehensible is the object of fear. Spiritual magic is a technique that uses that stupidity and contradiction as the source of power… … . Even Yorta, the city where such magicians gathered, couldn’t escape the contradiction.]
Yorta’s plan to gather all the spirits and bodies of this world to build a bridge to the ascension.
Although Lennok didn’t know much about the damage that the failure of the plan, which was created by the mysticism of martial arts, had done to the city of Yorta, it was clear that it was a very painful mistake for them.
Even the great military sage, who had lived for over 100 years and had killed hundreds of thousands of people and reaped the spirits, faintly trembled at the end of his words whenever he mentioned the failure of the Night Trip to Mangwi.
The agitation of vivid emotions that superhumans who have lived for a long time rarely reveal.
He is a fighter with strong emotions that he has never had many chances to face in his life, but Lennok already remembered seeing something similar once before.
It was because Maiya Lenslet, the enforcer of Machine City, whom I met in Jindun’s Hanghasa Labyrinth, also reacted like that whenever I mentioned the failure of Ascension Gate.
How painful and deadly that failure was, how many dozens and hundreds of years have passed, and people who cannot forget that moment and regret it are wandering around.
Did they say that the act of challenging the ascension itself was great?
However, the challenge of those who are not qualified is more disastrous when it ends in failure.
Lennok was facing a being who had carved that simple yet difficult truth into his soul after a painful failure.
The giant lowered his dark gaze and pressed Lennok’s shoulder.
[The devastation that occurs when the bridge to Ascension is severed cannot be simply explained in words. In a hell where the laws of cause and effect are out of order and reason is overturned, individual lives are nothing but trivial things.]
“….”
[After going through such a failure, even those who denied it wholeheartedly accept it.]
“What?”
[If you can’t avoid destruction, you want to live and go to the next… … . A very selfish yet pure desire.]
With the giant’s finger wriggling, the glass tube on the tip of the finger shakes and something comes out of it.
Iron flip!!
As soon as the greenish liquid pours onto the ground, it stands up and transforms into a human form.
A naked man with no clothes on stood up from his seat and slowly approached Lennok.
The voices of the old man and the male giant standing next to him overlapped and resounded.
“If you wish, I will give you a chance to realize that most primal desire.”
“This is an opportunity to realize your desires….”
“The end of all living things is approaching. You already know.”
“….”
“Everybody is going to have a gut feeling. That is why preparation cannot be neglected. We must weed out and refine the necessary talents before the power overflowing this city becomes uncontrollable.”
A powerful control mechanism that encompasses the good and the bad. Are you going to unite the power of megacities and act before time runs out?
The new project was just one of the new attempts for that grand project.
Madric’s cold gaze fell squarely on Lennoc’s face.
“If you learn martial arts and learn how to control the spirits of living humans, you too will be able to take part in building a bridge at the end of the stream and move on to the next one. You can. It could be the blade that best serves our purpose in this city.”
I had guessed from the moment Madrid Onion tried to talk, but it just became clear in words.
Rather than being hostile to Lennok, he was actively trying to use his talents and abilities for the benefit of the city.
In the process, he mentioned his ability and the secret that a high-ranking official in the city government wants to delay his death, probably to arouse Lennok’s desire.
Is it because the important thing is the control that can suppress the positive and negative sides of the Balkans, and it doesn’t matter what form it is?
Apart from working with the Achilles Security Company to build a defense system, does he think that Lennok’s existence can serve as a control force comparable to that?
“…Certainly not a bad suggestion.”
Lennok laughed.
Although he has been recruited and coaxed by many organizations and powers, it is the first time he has directly heard of such a detailed and sophisticated plan.
The power of control that encompasses both the good and the bad comes from a force that does not belong anywhere.
It was a fairly unfamiliar plan, but it was difficult to see that the idea or logic itself was wrong.
If you move alone instead of stepping deeply into either side, can you reach the core of the city in this way?
Aware of that, Lennok was able to make a decision.
“And I know for sure that I don’t have to do business with you.”
“…what?”
“The head of the judiciary. A powerful warlord. Stakeholders of the project… … But in the end all your power comes from this charnel house.”
Madric Onion told him this and that to convince him, but Lennok never turned his eyes away from the essence.
“I don’t mind having names like having connections in the Senate or being the designer of a new project.”
Staring at the silent naked man, Lennok laughed.
“Conditions remain the same. If you want to use me as a blade, tell me what happened on the project.”
What is the use of being a huge tycoon, a powerful person, a high-ranking official in the city government, and an important person with great influence?
Everything Madric says is, in the end, just a suggestion that you don’t want to work for them in exchange for the secrets of the project.
I had no intention of throwing away all the steps I had taken so far and bowing my head.
“…Project GNOME’s Project… … Do you think it is worth that much?”
The man with his head down asked quietly.
At that moment, the cavity of the white charnel house where the two were standing began to shake little by little.
“The Black Consumer Project was not a plan for the future. It was the turning point of the apocalypse running toward ruin. Do you really still not understand why no one dares to mention the secret?”
“That is not for you to judge.”
Saying so, Lennox took out a cigarette from his pocket and asked.
Snap your fingers to light the fire, inhale the smoke deeply, then open your mouth.
“It’s something to decide after seeing and hearing everything with my own eyes and ears. But you are not reluctant, you are afraid.”
“….”
“Is it scary to even mention the failure of the project when the failure of Mangwi Night is the subject of your own driving force?”
In the words of Madric, his own thoughts and ideas are so firmly melted that it is not difficult to infer his feelings on the contrary.
It’s not because Madrid are clumsy at hiding their thoughts, it’s probably because they haven’t even had to hide their thoughts for too long.
The one who demands the truth from him, the one who proposes a deal, the one who stands in front of him and confronts him like this.
It will be the first time in decades for this long-lived Chief Justice.
“…You know nothing.”
“I don’t want to be afraid of just failing. I don’t think so.”
That’s why Lennok was able to ask him without hesitation through the void of that time.
He does not hesitate to touch the most sensitive wrath of him, stimulates and awakens the emotions hidden deep inside, and provokes him.
“At least I can’t imagine a person like that standing at the end of the world.”
Madric denied and ridiculed all the answers he longed for in his life from the root.
The aftermath was on a level that Lennok had never imagined.
“okay? Can you talk like that, knowing what was born at the end of the project?”
At that moment, the mouths of the man standing in front of Lennok and the old man opened at the same time.
Black sparks began to fly from the inside of their lips.
Don’t fall out!!!
It was as if he was aware of what he was going to say from now on and was trying to shut it down.
It is a sign that the knot called gold, created by tying one’s own strength, is tangled and twisted, and is about to break.
The gap between the two people’s lips is torn as it is along the spark, and the jaw joint is broken and the tongue is crushed.
The moment Lennok frowned at the side effects of the prohibition, which suppressed and ruined his speech with his own strength.
The two men, holding on to their lower limbs, which had begun to collapse completely, said at the same time.
“Even if the failure of the Black Consumer Project led to the fall of the central city, it would go away!!”
Crunchy!!
At that moment, the heads of the two people standing in front of Lennok’s eyes burrowed into the back of their necks as if they were crumpled, and a fountain of blood spurted out.
Even the expression of any intention is rejected and accepted by their own will.
The head that dug into their body like that rips out their own heart and shatters the blood vessels throughout the body, staining them red.
The most perfect way to keep silence that the person who is banned can think of. A miracle that directly embodies all these actions with their own bodies.
Lennok stepped back as he saw the two commanders disappearing in a handful of blood in an instant.
“…I see.”
The influence of the ban doesn’t just end with the command, but also reaches the titan who is the main body.
This is how Madrich Onion, a military sage, dispersed the forbidden penalty using his military ordinance.
The reason why Oliviera never mentioned the secret of the project was an understandable power.
Because he is a powerful sorcerer and a superman, when the knot he tied using his own power is broken, he will create more devastating pain.
But more than that, the last words Madric had just said filled Lennoc’s mind.
“The fall of Arsnova, the central city. Was the cause a by-product of the failure of the Black Consumer Project?”
Genius Wizard Who Eats Medicine Chapter 418
