Memory Palace (3)
If this is an elaborately created alter ego, it is almost certainly forbidden using human sacrifice.
It must also be a type of spell created with the help of an apostle.
Lennok was aware of its efficiency after directly facing the ‘Amrita’s Scale’, an apostolic technique that was used as the power of large-scale spatial movement in Palgoeng Fortress.
“…That’s great, Evan.”
Cassia’s expression, as she looked at it with a breathless expression, showed an expression of admiration that could not be hidden.
“How can you be so overwhelming in a situation where you are virtually surrounded by one-sidedness? … . I can’t believe it even when I see it. Are you a soldier, not a traveler?”
“I think I’ve become more of a monster than back then…. Is it because of my mood?”
Even Archwood, whose complexion was a little bluish from the aftermath of his injury, seemed rather relieved when he saw Lennok’s hand.
“The Guido Church doesn’t get soggy easily if they recognize that the opponent is annoying to touch. If you were clearly aware of your skills, there is a possibility of backing down-” “
Rather than that, look at this.”
After Archwood stopped talking, Lennok pointed at the dead priest’s face.
The face of the fallen priest, bleeding from between his temples, had completely changed to that of a different person.
The faces of the other two people who confirmed the appearance also changed seriously.
“The Transfiguration Scheme…Did he manipulate someone else?”
“It is a race that is not often seen in the Balkans. Most likely a member of the Order.”
At Archwood’s words, Lennok turned to him with a slightly surprised expression.
“Why why… … ?”
“no. I want to say something more meaningful than I thought… … .”
“….”
Archwood, who couldn’t answer anything, cleared his throat and began to look at Lennok.
“Rather than that, can we talk a little bit after this is over? Let’s have a little constructive conversation about dissertation royalties and capital investment… … .”
“….”
Archwood’s consistency in trying to cling to Lennok’s authorship in that brief moment deserves recognition.
Lennok rummaged in his arms, ignoring him as he subtly appealed to him about their relationship and mentioned investment in the research results of his thesis.
“Did you know that your paper is already approaching 8,000 citations? This is an unbelievable figure even if you look only at the pure magic academia. If you find a suitable investment destination and conduct research in earnest, business results are already obtained, but… … .”
“This is Camilla Evan. This one is over.”
[This side is still being explored.]
Ignoring Archwood’s nonsense, I started talking right away.
The person Lennok had called to work with before starting this project.
Lennok had previously contacted the Antares Mercenary Corps, who had built a relationship under the name of Evan.
“I didn’t know the exact location, but I checked the terrain and the scenery. I’ll send you the relevant data, so please search around the outskirts of the city.]
Lennok said that, checked his contact information, and spoke again.
“Sent photos taken during the engagement. It’s most likely that he’s taking on this appearance.]
[Okay. Since he is also my younger brother’s teacher, I’ll take care of this for sure.] A
unique laugh resounded through the receiver.
[A strong man who came back from injury in our mercenary corps… … . What?]
Mila’s voice over the receiver cut off.
“Is there a problem?”
[Hmm, that’s it… … .]
Mila said with a slight embarrassment.
[I hear the leader is coming?]
* * *
Around the megalopolis. A plain whose name is unknown.
A small cave between randomly rising rocks.
A few of the dozens of people who had been lying dead convulsed as if in a fit and then fell limp.
When someone watching the scene from the side gave a signal, a woman walked out from deep inside the cave.
Her face hardened as she looked around at the priests.
“What is it already finished?”
The appearance of Amilla Banger, who was killed by Lennok’s bullet just before.
Her complexion looked fine with no injuries, let alone scars, but her expression as she looked at the people lying on the cave floor was not very good.
“The dolls of Kamrodal…. This is why I don’t like this drink. Only after the ceremony is over will we know how things are going.”
The words of the doll that projected Amilla’s consciousness right before she died are not lies.
An apostle spell created using the power of Kamrodal, the 8 apostles of the Church, Kamlotal’s doll is a spell that sacrifices an equal amount of humans and projects his alter ego into the sacrifice.
Once created based on her memories and abilities, the doll moves independently, and the memories are transmitted to the caster only after the alter ego dies.
“Isn’t that something that can’t be helped?”
Gavin, a young man who was watching the situation while leaning against the wall of the cave, answered calmly.
“This is the best way to collect information without directly entering the city. It is only natural that the price is low as we do not take the risk.”
The alter ego created based on the memories and abilities of the caster does not have the fighting power of the main body, but the thinking ability and judgment are not inferior to the main body.
Although it would be difficult to use it in direct combat, it would be possible to enter the city and investigate information.
In fact, the forbidden art of human sacrifice most often used by the priests preaching the church’s doctrines was Kamrodal’s doll.
However, Amilla immediately shook her head at Gavin’s words.
“No, I don’t mean that. My alter ego’s memory has not returned.”
“…!!”
What does it mean that the memories of the alter ego did not come back properly even though the priests who sacrificed it as an offering died?
It means that what her doll experienced in the city did not turn out to be unusual.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the priests surrounding Amilla became tense.
“What should I do.”
“The scales of Amrita. Contact the branch right now to prepare. Prepare to run away.”
“All right.”
You don’t have to remain stupid when you know things are going wrong.
I had to leave this place right now.
While the priests started moving quickly, Amilla opened her mouth again.
“Oh, and prepare a priest separately while preparing the ceremony.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“If it wasn’t now, I wouldn’t be able to confirm it. I need to see our famous 8 apostles in person.”
Pooh!!
Without hesitation, one of the priests he brought was killed and offered as a sacrifice, and a mental network was opened to communicate directly with the apostle.
The fanatics armed with dogma had come too far to fear death.
“Keuk… … .”
The figure of a fanatic looking at his own heart being pierced with a blank expression.
The blood that rose above its heart took the form of a flowing cephalopod and floated into the air.
The cephalopod, which was slowly looking around, found Amilla’s face and muttered in a languid tone.
[Bainger…. what’s going on… … . I should have told you not to call me in this way.]
“Bishop Amilla Banger, the head of the northeast branch of the denomination, will receive the 8 apostles.”
Cold sweat ran down Amilla’s forehead as she bowed her head respectfully.
“It’s nothing else, so I’d like to ask you to briefly tell us about the memory of the spell we used just now… … .”
[I must have made a big mistake.]
The cephalopod seemed to be bothered by even the proper tone, but the tone was really cold.
[Are you trying to find the reason for the failure in me instead of using the magic formula and expressing gratitude? Before the end approaches, I will have to liquidate all the believers with my own hands.]
“…I’m sorry.”
[Originally, even asking for advice like this shouldn’t be forgiven…. I owe you a great debt… … .]
Kamrodal’s eyes slowly closed.
[You must have found me because you knew that…I can’t help but swear… … good night….]
When the eight apostles showed a sign of agreement, the other priests secretly let out a sigh of relief.
8 Apostles Kamrodal.
As one of the very few single-digit apostles who have not yet fallen into madness, the power to deal with is the realm of division and imitation of consciousness and mind.
With the power passed down from the end of the open sea, Kamrodal split his consciousness infinitely, imitating an Ascendant and suppressing his madness, and through him he was still active for the Church.
His temperament is eccentric and chaotic, making it difficult to deal with, but unlike the other apostles, he is not an opponent with whom you cannot communicate at all.
Amilla aimed for that and opened a mental network to directly hear about the development process of the spell from Kamrodal.
Even if the memory of the alter ego created by Kamrodal’s doll technique is not passed on to the practitioner, the master of the technique must have received the will of the doll created with his own power.
Of course, Amilla didn’t call the apostle directly and beg for it whenever the apostle magic failed.
‘It doesn’t make sense that a doll that went into the city died so quickly. There must be something of equal value.’
Its fighting ability is infinitely inferior to that of the main body, but there is no way that the alter ego that inherited at least some of her memories and judgment died in vain.
If that’s the case, it must have been for that reason or because they met against a formidable enemy.
At least he had to know what her alter ego was aiming for.
[Right….]
Kamrodal, who had been silent, slowly nodded at the cephalopod’s slippery head.
[You met a strong man. He was a skilled hunter and a seeker of superior knowledge. Your doll was aiming for the technique he created and approached it.]
“….”
[Even though I dug the trap first and approached it, I couldn’t escape… … . In the end, he messed with the clone’s head and twisted the spell… … It is only natural that the memories were not conveyed.]
The reason why Amilla’s alter ego’s memories of what happened were not properly conveyed to the main body.
That’s because the alter ego’s consciousness system was severely damaged in the process of confirming the flame after Lennok hit her head with various reactions.
Even though Amilla’s alter ego was not aware of herself, the side effects occurred when the religious leader became aware of herself in her head and had a conversation with Lennok.
It was caused by an overload caused by an entity higher than the apostle’s spell, but no one noticed it.
“Can you tell me what that technology is?”
[Impossible. Only the intense emotions I felt right before I died remain.]
Amilla nodded.
“I’ll have to find out. If you moved to the point of ignoring the existing orders, it must be a valuable item that cannot be overlooked.”
[Do whatever you want. But it will not be possible.]
“…yes?”
Amilla, who was about to call Gavin to get ready, stopped right there after hearing the apostle’s words.
[I answered the call today not to listen to your request, but to see his face.]
“That…why…?”
Suddenly, Amilla’s head started to spin tight as she felt her spine stiffen.
Concluding quickly, she shouted to the priests around her.
“Everyone run away and hide! Someone’s coming here right now-”
“Amilla Banger.”
At that moment, someone whispers her name, and at the same time, the other priests collapse like unraveled dolls.
“Director of the northeastern branch of the Guido Church. 58 years old. Manipulation class sorcerer. Born in Kavahim, born in the highlands of the North Continent, lost both parents and joined the Order. Before I was twenty, I was formally ordained a priest, and at forty-two I was elevated to the rank of bishop.”
“….”
“Five years ago, he took the position of head of the Northeast branch of the church, pushed the Far East branch out of the dizzying situation and regained influence. It greatly increased the number of adherents to the doctrine.”
A calm male voice echoed in my ears.
Despite the voice reciting the details of her life, Amilla was not taken aback and looked at the fallen priests around her.
Seeing that Gavin, a young man who had been reassuringly supporting her, had stopped breathing with his eyes wide open, Amilla let out a blank laugh.
“…They’re all dead. I didn’t even try my hand beforehand. Did you really stop breathing the moment you recognized this side’s reaction?”
It is not a level to conclude that he is simply a superman of outstanding skill.
The moment you step into this cave, your hands are perfect and clean, as if you had sentenced all living beings to death.
Physical abilities that have reached their peak. No matter how low it is, he is an Ascendant who has completed the hierarchy.
What does it mean that no one noticed such a strong man until he was right up there, and that only the 8 apostles Kamrodal were aware of it?
However, Amilla’s thoughts were swept away by the man’s next words and completely disappeared.
“Five years later, I will win the power struggle within the church and rise to the position of general manager of integrating the eastern continent. Later, by accumulating more achievements, he faced the religious leader directly and inherited the position of the 5 apostles. He was given the power of ‘Gallotia’, one of the ends of the open sea, and was very active in breaking through the central front.”
“what…? what the hell is that… … .!!”
“At the end of the world, you were standing next to the leader with a very high probability.”
The man smiled as he slowly grabbed her chin and turned it toward him.
“You are lucky. Today, I can erase that possibility from the seat of the church.”
Tall, tall coat with hair hanging over his shoulders. The face of a young man smiling with a soft expression.
However, the momentum that spreads between those smiles is never favourable.
The moment Amilla recognized the man’s face and opened her eyes wide.
“Antares…!!!”
Crunchy!!
The dull sound of someone’s neck being bent in the opposite direction echoed through the quiet cave.
Genius Wizard Who Eats Medicine Chapter 434
