Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 650
Executioner (7)
Wow!!
The clock tower cavity shook as if it were about to explode, and the executor’s body slumped against the wall.
The executor’s knees bent as if trembling, and he lost his strength and collapsed.
However, it was not the hard marble floor of the lobby of the clock tower that the body of the fallen executor came into contact with.
It was just that the body of another enforcer who had fallen before him and lost consciousness and passed out.
The iron mask, which had been piled up on a small hill with the body of the executioners, nodded casually.
[Next.]
“….”
Dig!!
At the same time as the intangible shockwave explodes, several executioners quickly approach and run.
A flash of light that accelerates without a hint of warning and gallops at a speed that cannot be seen properly.
Kagagak!!
The sharp magic light flashed, and the slash tore through the air.
Blades and blades, including changgeuk, speed up rapidly, scrawling their aftermath on the walls and floors of buildings like scars.
The season of physical abilities that raised the cutting power by sharpening the nature of magical power to the limit.
However, the opponent’s reaction was outpacing their offensive.
[You’re slow.]
I take a step back to dodge the incoming swordplay and hit the shoulder-piercing changgeuk with the back of my hand.
After stepping on the curved sword aiming at the waist and breaking it, he grabbed the fist aiming at the temple and stopped it.
“…!!”
It took about 2 seconds to catch and destroy the combined attack of the enforcers from all sides.
Considering the reaction speed like a flash war, it would take a long time to stab a vital point and end the breath.
However, the iron mask did not kill the executioners even though they smashed their weapons, stopped their fists, and blocked their movement.
[That’s just a compromise where I adjusted my speed to force myself to breathe.] I
just laughed at them as I removed my foot from the blade that had trampled on me, released my clenched fist, and slowly backed away.
A strange electric voice flowed from behind the mask.
[There is no reason to forcibly maintain formation if there is no talent in joint work. Even if it’s inefficient, it’s important to leave it up to individual judgment and forcibly twist the battle plan.]
“What nonsense… … !!”
Wedge liquid!!
With one hand, hold the blade that was passing by the nape of your neck. With a slight force, the fingers dug into the sword body.
Wow Jangchang!!
The iron mask said as it broke on the spot, dropping fragments of the smashed sword.
[Contrary to the lack of experience, once you get used to the actual battle, you will blindly trust your own judgment. That’s why I’m intoxicated with the obvious choice of looking for a chance to speak.]
“…Who are you?”
[The more obvious the choice, the easier it is to read. If it starts to read easily, the experience itself becomes a loophole.]
Taaaang!!
The iron mask smiled as it targeted the temple without turning its head and caught the bullet that had been fired.
[This is also the reason why the enforcement agency has been continuously changing the number of people on the site, leaving only a handful of geniuses.]
Whoops!!
There was no answer.
The temples of the four executioners went dented as soon as he lightly swung his hand holding the bullet.
Executioners who allowed critical points without even responding properly lost their balance and collapsed on the spot.
Although she did not lose consciousness due to her superhuman mental strength, it was a fatal blow that made it impossible to continue the battle at the front.
He kicks the fallen enforcement officers with disbelief and slams them into the wall of the clock tower as if stuffed.
Kwaaang!!!
The iron mask moved slowly without looking back at those who had fainted.
keying… … !!
Isabella, who appears between the collapsed clock tower buildings, grabs the back of the iron mask and pulls up the magic amplifier.
Pylo, who raised his mana while holding a harpoon from behind, concentrated and reconciled his mind.
The remaining executioners also raised their images and surrounded the iron mask from all sides.
A series of battles made it clear that the opponent was a monster capable of dealing with the entire enforcement agency alone.
However, the iron mask did not care about them even in the storm of magical powers boiling from all sides.
He just cast his eyes toward the inside of the collapsed clock tower building he had walked out of and lowered his head.
Lennok, who was watching from behind, shook his head, unable to hide his admiration.
“Perfect.”
All of the enforcers of the Machine City are superhumans who have gone through dozens of actual battles and rigorous training.
The excellence of the curriculum for nurturing executive officers is so complete that even other cities send supermen to complete it.
Not to mention, the executive officers dispatched to rescue the members of the Ex Machina are all strong men who are considered aces within the agency.
It is difficult to assure Lennok of such a landslide victory without developing his own territory against them.
However, the being wearing an iron mask overwhelmed the executioners who were ready to die without even getting hit.
Outstanding reaction speed, powerful output of magical power, a body that perfectly synchronizes with images that transcend hierarchies.
However, the result of this battle now cannot be explained only with such superiority in specifications.
A military force that completely crushes even the chance of a counterattack by foreseeing how the executioners will attack first, organizing their movements, and predicting how they will react.
After hundreds of trials and errors with the strategy of the game, will the performance be like this?
Beyond the level of knowing in advance how the opponent will come out and coping with it, you can’t understand the reaction itself unless you have created and trained it yourself.
And that’s probably because she created and weaved the Enforcer’s training curriculum herself.
Lennok quietly patted the inside of his arms.
“From now on Darby, don’t miss a single movement and movement, and record it.”
[The recording device has been running since 3 hours ago.]
Darby replied as if it were obvious. [However, since that cranky organism started fighting
,
the capacity soared rapidly, so it seems that a separate storage device will be needed?]
As Lennok said, he moved towards a better view of the battle in the Clock Tower.
“Battle record of an 8th-level person with the highest level of ability. Even the executor’s combat curriculum. I plan to transfer them all to the database and use them as two-in specimens.”
* * *
Kwaaaaang!!
Along with the dazzling brilliance that lights up the entire street in the central district, a hot wind sweeps through the area and melts the ground.
Between the raging magical storm and the flash, the executioners sprinted and collided with the iron mask that stood there.
Doo doo doo!!!
Isabella’s magic booster fires non-stop, and Pylo’s harpoons rain down from the sky.
The slash he wielded with his sword bent into a circle and exploded in the shape of a full moon.
Explosions that exploded while grabbing the air turned into a chain of flames, biting their tails.
A spree of firepower that is difficult to face even an inch ahead.
However, in the middle of the battlefield, the iron mask did not dodge even for a moment, taking all the attacks from the front.
[You’re using the Bakutujutsu as it is in the curriculum. It’s easy to read.]
Wow!!
[Did you mix an anomaly with the Type 47 method? If it was used as a supplement to the innate ability, you should have paid more attention to the perfection.]
Kagagak!!
[A microcosm with the image of melting. But the form of the craze is not desirable. You’re weak.]
Firepower or physical power that is below a certain level is received with bare body, and attacks with a change in nature are shed.
He avoided the microcosm mixed with imagery and deflected spells and firearms equivalent to high-ranking firepower.
Even so, that bizarre attitude that doesn’t spare words about striking attacks or movements.
It sees through all the martial arts and abilities used by the executioners at once, and conversely sees through them, suppresses them, and points them out.
The attitude that seems like he has no intention of hiding the fact that he knows them well.
A hand that dominates the battlefield with an overwhelming performance, but mercilessly tramples and beats the executioner.
The balance is strangely maintained because of the attitude of not killing the opponent while leading all the battles that take place dozens of times every moment.
“Isabella.”
Philo smiled wryly and gestured to Isabella.
“What is a file?”
“I think I know who that person is. Would you too?”
Isabella looked away without answering.
Pylo looked at him and smiled.
“I guess so. I can’t help but react when I think of the equipment you use.”
“….”
“The other side is giving me room. It seems obvious that you’re trying to pass the time, but… … If we don’t point it out here, it won’t be organized.”
Clap!!
Pylo muttered as he grabbed the harpoon in reverse.
“I’ll go first, so follow me. Antman Gronis Zygon. Please respond to the other branch managers.”
“Whoever wants…!!”
Pylo did not wait for an answer as he sprinted towards Iron Mask like the wind.
The harpoon he gripped as if sliding down his forearm was pushed deep from the bottom of his chin.
The rusted tip of the harpoon was aimed at the bottom of the mask and the moment it was swung, the iron mask grabbed the blade of the harpoon with its bare hands and pushed it away.
Deed Deuk!!
That overwhelming grip to grab and crush the harpoon protruding from between his fingers.
The gazes of Pylo and Iron Mask turned toward each other almost simultaneously.
[The power control is awkward. You haven’t gone to battle for a while.]
“I did. There was just nothing to fight about.”
Kagak!!
Pylo laughed as he brought the crushed harpoon closer.
“How long are you going to pretend you don’t know?”
[…] … .]
“I was strangely familiar with the terrain of the workshop area. That knowledge that undermines the Enforcement Agency’s curriculum and combat skills. Even the skill of infiltrating the seawall and destroying the Simseonggwan in half.”
Pylo whispered.
“Everything was possible because of you. Now I know.”
Knock!!
Right after that, a heavy gauntlet appeared from behind and scraped down his face as if grabbing a mask.
The mask he was wearing was scratched away, and at the moment when the face was about to be revealed, he twisted his back and kicked the side of another executioner who was running towards him.
Crunchy!!
“Cheuk…!!”
[The target is too obvious.]
The iron mask murmured in a cold voice as he looked at the guru with his waist folded in half.
[Is this all it is?]
At that moment, Isabella slipped from behind Pyro and swung the amplifying device.
Faaaaaa!!
Close range, just below Pylo’s forearm. The magic light at the tip of the amplifying device rapidly inflates magic power right in front of the iron mask and explodes.
Is it the mindset that rather than peeling off the mask itself, it will explode with firepower at zero distance and completely destroy it?
At the same time, the three prongs of magic that rose from between the forearms of the iron mask rotated and penetrated space itself.
The magic power of the amplifying device exploded right in front of my nose and pierced it through and split it.
Awesome!!
The moment when the image penetrating the space ran without hesitation, penetrated Isabella’s magical power, and cut off the amplifying device beyond that at once.
The amplifier and the broken harpoon intersect in front of the nose of the mask and collide.
He scratched the iron mask he was wearing and increased the vibration to shatter the mask.
Jijik!!!
Dig!!
Fragments of the mask shattered and fluttered through the fluttering hair.
Looking at the face revealed on the other side, Isabella slowly put down the amplifying device she was holding.
“A season that forcibly collides the three-pronged mana and twists it with a space-piercing flash.”
Pylo looked at the face and withdrew, looking exhausted.
“There are still many people in the enforcement agency who want to emulate your skills. If you see the true face in front of you, you won’t be able to recognize it.”
“….”
Looking down at the shattered mask, she slowly tossed her hair and raised her gaze.
Seeing the face revealed on the other side, the executioners flinched in a state of agitation.
Philo asked, his face turning pale.
“Maya Lenslet. After being expelled from the enforcement agency, why did you come back to Makina at this time?”
“…Even if you have come to your own conclusion, do you still want to hear it through my mouth?”
A cold sneer crept across Maya’s lips.
“I entered Simseonggwan on the sea wall, killed Meister, and destroyed the Ascension Gate. I was planning to track down the escaped Hermes and kill him.”
“….”
“The killing of Side Squad agents by stealing the authority to manage the area, and dealing with the commander of the mechanized corps. All I did.”
What Maya had put forward to Lennok as the condition of this deal had no other meaning.
An intuitive alternative to literally covering everything Lennok had done in this incident with his own identity.
Machine City’s best enforcer. A person involved in the Ascension Gate Project. And now an outcast who has lost all powers and is kicked out.
But that’s why all the suspicions that Lennok has been probing throughout the city can be concluded through the existence of only one person, Maya.
Even though he was directly involved in all the secrets of the machine city in the past, he is hostile to the city and dreams of overthrowing it.
No accusation fits more perfectly than the fact that it was Maya Lenslet herself.
From the beginning, Maya had intended to deceive the entire Machine City by blaming herself for what Lennok had done and all the charges.
Through the chilly silence, Maya shook her head, spraying death.
“Move.”
Maiya’s movement to escape the depths district by walking freely among the moaning enforcement officers.
Isabella gritted her teeth and blocked her path.
“…I won’t let that happen. Executor.”
“Isabella.”
A cold smile formed on Maya’s lips.
“You have grown a lot. I didn’t expect you to be in the enforcement agency.”
“….”
“Are you going to show me the mementos left by Clark?”
Isabella doesn’t say anything and clenches her teeth. The force was so strong that blood flowed down his lips.
However, the magic power flowing from Isabella’s body did not shake in the slightest.
“Executor Lenselet. After everything is over, I will take responsibility for my mistakes and excesses.”
Isabella said.
“But that will be after we have secured your safety by arresting you.”
“okay.”
Maya laughed.
“But it’s not for us to decide whether we start or finish.”
Ting!!
Before he had time to react, a small glow rose from Maya’s fingertips like a flick.
The shape of a jewel mirror that pulsates and oscillates regularly, just like the vibrations of a heart.
Maiya looked up at the mirror’s brilliance and brought the blade of the shortsword to her wrist.
“I can only make plates.”
Chew!!
An unknown aura whirled from the other side of the jewel mirror, and the blood flowing from the wrist rose and spun along the mirror.
[Blood magic 6-fold development]
[First-person projection]
[Jihoeseongung (止回仙穹)]
[Auxiliary calculation starts.]
The veins of blood shot up as if Maya was swinging, touched the jewel mirror. At that moment, the doctor’s voice echoed through the air.
Her magic power and bloodstains reflected through the mirror split into thousands of branches and began to cover the entire space-time.
Kagagakak!!!
It’s not just a level of overturning reality by using imagery.
Beyond that concept, Filo began to break out in a cold sweat when he realized that the reality Maya reflected in the jewel mirror was being completely altered.
“This is nonsense…!! How could you change this level of reality… … !!!!”
“I’m not. It’s just borrowing.”
Sweat trickled down Maya’s forehead as she smiled twistedly.
“But that is enough.”
A material catalyst created by extracting a part of the Thousand Dog’s will.
However, if the data were calculated backwards, Maya’s image assisted in the implementation, and the doctor assisted in the calculation.
I can trace the prototype of the miracle, even if only for a moment.
The image of a transcendent who has already died and disappeared. Even Maya himself, who projects a part of it very faintly, is a gamble with his life.
A reckless idea that could not even be attempted without the doctor’s help. But it was enough if I could imitate it even for a moment.
A single winning move to attract the attention of the entire Machine City, find Hermes’ location, and lead Lennok to its front.
The entire reality landscape of the clock tower is overturned, and the lens is out of alignment.
At the same time as Lennok, who had raised his magic power, moved, Maiya also projected the other side of the mirror onto reality.
9th level Ascendant, Madrea Falseer’s history brief expansion.
[Dissolution of thoughts: celestial
view]
