The Medicine-Taking Genius Wizard Episode 925:
Meeting (8) As
soon as he appears at the ceremony hall, Lennok unfolds his sword and stands above the heads of others.
Those who attended the meeting frowned as they looked at the legal formation that emerged behind Lennok.
“Wait a minute, why does that wizard have the Eight Trigrams?”
“Has one spot in the Bagua been taken away already? “This is getting annoying.”
“Why did you say that even if the position was passed on, it was passed on to that person?”
[….]
“Fast. “The decision to close the siege barrier at midnight was not for convenience.”
Olynyk shook his head and the giant baby floating in the air looked up at Lennok and said.
Had he already arrived at the ceremony site after being overtaken by a ptarmigan?
“This is a measure prepared by carefully adjusting the time when the efficiency and power of the siege barrier reaches its peak through Tojinbeop.”
The warlock spoke to Lennok in a slightly worried tone.
“Because you delayed the siege barrier, the power and efficiency of the barrier decreased by approximately 24%. How do you plan to take responsibility for this fact?”
“I think it would be better to ask that question from them, not me.”
Lennok replied and turned his gaze towards the blind man Habaek standing in the distance.
“If the leader of the Assassin’s Sword Sect hadn’t started an unnecessary argument, he wouldn’t have been late for anything like the dirty, evil warlock.”
“….”
[Huh.]
While the others were laughing or clicking their tongues at Lennok’s response to provoking two extremely powerful people at the same time with a single word, a cheerful tone of voice was heard from behind.
“You’re a fun friend. “Are you picking a partner before the meeting even starts?”
A woman wearing a thick metallic helmet like a motorcycle helmet.
Wearing a short leather jacket, the figure had a strong lively feel, like a wild animal.
The way he looked back at Lennok with his arms crossed and nodded his head seemed somewhat cheerful.
“It’s not for nothing that he’s called a blood-crazed wizard in real life. “It’s a bit more expensive than what I heard through rumors.”
“Reiji.”
At that moment, the black-haired man who was in the center of the altar with his arms crossed and his eyes closed spoke.
The bright red light that comes out the moment you open your eyes. The man said, his bright red eyes flashing.
“If the rumors are true, there is no reason to provoke that man. Here, the priority is to explain the content of the meeting.”
“But this person doesn’t seem to have any intention of fighting right now?”
A woman wearing a helmet called Reiji asked back, waving her hand.
“Once you attend the meeting without killing anyone, there is a minimum level of willingness to cooperate.”
“….”
The red-eyed man ignored those words and closed his eyes again.
It looks like he doesn’t even want to respond to Reiji’s words.
Lennok left the conversation between the two people behind him and looked around the ceremony hall.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces are scattered throughout this huge ceremony hall.
Olynic, the head of the Horse God Palace.
The baby warlock and the blind man Habaek of the Assassin’s Sword Order were encountered on the way.
Reiji wearing a helmet and a man with red eyes.
Including the cold-looking silver-haired woman and those who have not yet come forward, the number of people gathered here is about ten.
After deciding to that point, Lennok immediately opened his mouth.
“There are too many people.”
“what?”
“Even if there was an influence of the Prohibition Law, it is unlikely that this number of Level 8s would have been hiding throughout the huge city. Are there people from other places than the Balkans?”
Lennok said that and slowly raised his magic power.
Kugugoong…!!!
With just a light pull of magical power, the demon-shaped stone statue on which Lennoc climbed began to move its arms and put them together.
It’s a strange sight, as if a demonic statue is doing the chanting that Lennok should have done.
“…!!”
Lennok said, looking at several superhumans whose complexions hardened as soon as they saw it.
“If a superhuman with no enemies in the Balkans intervened in the meeting, shouldn’t we filter him out here?”
“Not all of the highest powers who were bound by the law remain in Balkan.”
A silver-haired woman with an ice-cold look opened her mouth.
She turned her gaze, which was so expressionless that it felt even cold, and focused on Lennok.
“The law is a restriction that only applies to large cities. “Some people left the city after the civil war and settled elsewhere.”
“so?”
“The reason we chose the satellite city as a new stage was to invite even those people to the meeting.”
The woman said with cold eyes.
“Even though these measures were taken, more than five candidates did not participate, so it cannot be said that it was a wrong decision.”
“….”
Is that the number of people who decided to attend the meeting but did not even show their faces?
What’s even more surprising is that, let alone the silver-haired woman who said those words, no one refuted or raised any doubts about the facts.
I knew that there had been a very large-scale civil war during the time of the civil war when Kaise was alive, but it seemed that the scale was much bigger than Lennok had thought.
“If you look at the agent of Oliveira you brought in in the first place, isn’t he a superhuman with no enemies in the Balkans?”
Her cold gaze turned to Lennok’s back.
“Deadrise is a Bajur warlord who abandoned Vulcan and left for the center. Now we can’t say that Gwihi, the warlord’s general, belongs to the Balkans.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kiriya Ubertz.”
Feisha frowned as if she had been waiting.
“Because I would be much more attached to this city than a knight who only brags about his pride.”
“The habit of speaking is still the same as Greek bun.”
A woman called Kiriya stared at Feisha with an expressionless face.
“I wonder if the skills that defeated Antares are still the same.”
“…I am no worse than the knight commander who was abandoned by Kabachim. Why not try it now?”
[Stop, stop.]
Olynik raised his hand as he looked at Feisha, who picked up a spear and walked in front of the statue.
Charrrrrrr!!
As the metal sphere rotated, part of the metal that made up the altar stood up and blocked Feisha’s path.
[Kiriya’s words are not wrong. The situation is too complicated to make that an issue, so it is impossible to even differentiate in the first place.]
“….”
[In the first place, who among us would truly think that we are tied to this city? Or do you really think of yourself as ‘belonging’ to the Balkans?]
“That’s an interesting question, idiot.”
Lennok sneered.
“At least at the point where you are trying to obscure the essence of the problem. “Are you trying to play with me now?”
[….]
Lennok’s answer is absolutely brutal.
I can feel the other people watching the situation raising their spirits one by one.
Sarah…!
From a distance, Habaek adjusts his sword sheath and the red-eyed man slowly uncrosses his arms.
Reiji shrugged and raised his hand as if he was trying to loosen the chin strap of his helmet. The other superhumans who hadn’t even introduced themselves yet moved as if they had no choice.
A situation surrounding Lennok that seemed as if it might explode at any moment.
However, Lennok raised his hand without even checking those surrounding him.
“What do you like?”
Faaah!!
Above Lennok’s head, the Eight Trigrams’ dharma circle glows dimly and rotates slowly.
Watching the other superhumans hesitate, Lennok slowly withdrew his magic power.
“There is no need to hit the candle first when you get the Beopjin. “First, I will listen to what you plan to say at the meeting.”
“….”
“Where is Armas von Anathema, who was said to be the instigator of the meeting in the first place? “Has the noble noble not even arrived on the scene yet?”
The people gathered at the meeting were all monsters with extraordinary spirit, but even so, Lennok could sense that Anathema was not present.
The necromancer and Oliveira Clarisse mentioned and warned about Anathema, but did not say anything about its appearance.
This may be because the being Armas von Anathema is so unique and special that one can be sure of its identity just by encountering it.
However, although there are many strange or unusual beings here, there is no one that can convince Lennok.
“I plan to explain that part now.”
The red-eyed man also stood in front of the altar with his arms crossed, seemingly agreeing with that statement.
“As many of you may know, Anathema is a noble who was exiled from the central city. “The name alone is proof of promise and a knot of fate.”
“….”
“But being expelled from Arsnova does not simply mean physical expulsion.”
The man who was looking down at the entire ceremony hall from the altar said.
“This is because the expulsion from the central city means a spiritual expulsion encompassing both body and soul, or a sentence close to existential deprivation.”
“Ontological deprivation?”
“It is a punishment that ostracizes and expels the very existence of the body and soul of all who bear the name of Anathema from this world.”
The man said, looking back at several puzzled attendees.
“That is why Armas von Anathema’s body does not exist in reality. Therefore, we must summon his body into this world through a specific ritual.”
“….”
“The Post-Heaven Eight Trigrams, developed in Etanok, is the preparatory work for Anathema’s incarnation and is the process of sharing Anathema’s eight innate abilities to help her incarnate.”
The man’s flowing explanation was not difficult to understand, but no one spoke first.
This may be because he is reflecting on the meaning of the man’s explanation in the meeting.
However, as soon as Lennok heard the man’s explanation, there was something that caught his eye.
‘It was no coincidence that the leader was incarnated in the Balkans.’
I didn’t understand why they chose a Balkan ceremonial site to incarnate, but was it because the ceremonial site was originally prepared for Anathema’s incarnation?
Rather than a coincidental coincidence with the leader’s appearance, it seems clear that he was aware of the situation from the beginning and took action.
If so, wouldn’t it be highly likely that the purpose of the director’s meeting is not other cities or regions in the Balkans, but the meeting itself?
Even while Lennok was lost in thought, the man continued speaking.
“Those who directly participated in the ritual with the Dharma Jin share in the innate ability of Anathema one by one. To be precise, it is a type of reward prepared by Anathema through the process of stimulating and awakening the spirituality of using supernatural abilities.”
As the man said that, he glanced down at Lennok.
“Excluding the four participants who helped build the Post-Heaven Eight Trigrams Law Center in advance, I was planning to decide at the meeting the distribution of the remaining abilities, but I never expected that there would already be someone who has acquired the Law Center for his or her own personal use… Things have gone awry.”
“….”
At the man’s words, the eyes of the other attendees naturally turned towards Lennok.
This is because everyone now knew who it was referring to.
However, Lennok was thinking about what he learned through the man’s explanation rather than the sharp gaze that was pouring his way.
According to the man’s explanation, in the first place, recovery of one’s intention through Bagua Beopjin is not an effect obtained by properly awakening one’s supernatural abilities.
This was because it meant that one more new innate ability could be acquired as a reward for completing Anathema’s incarnation.
Recovery of mental strength and will. Are you saying that effects such as increased energy were secondary abilities that could be obtained simply by possessing the Beopjin?
Others also seemed quite interested in the keyword Anathema’s innate ability.
“These are the eight innate abilities possessed by the nobles of the central city… “Just hearing that piques my interest.”
At that moment, an old man standing not far from Lennok opened his mouth.
Although he has a small physique and a curved back, the force emanating from his body is truly weighty.
The old man must also be a being who transcends hierarchy in the sense that he possesses such spirit despite not being a combat-related hierarchical ability.
“Could you please explain in advance what kind of supernatural ability exists?”
“That is impossible, because it is only after the incarnation is over that it is decided which powers will be granted.”
The red-eyed man shook his head.
“It is said that it is decided based on one’s natural aptitude or talent, so it is clear that it is not a matter that one can choose on their own.”
“I guess so. It’s a shame….”
“Among those who attended the meeting, there may be some who are more interested in this compensation than the content discussed at the meeting. I understand.”
The man said that and nodded.
“So, before we start the ceremony, I will give you time to decide who will share the axis of the Beopjin. “I don’t care what means an agreement is reached.”
“….”
The man’s assertion that he will tolerate any means used.
It was only then that Lennok realized that the necromancer had seen in this meeting a conflict between superhumans.
The fact that the nobles of Arsnova possess eight types of innate abilities is truly surprising, but if
such innate abilities were given as a gift simply by summoning one’s own body into reality, would there be anyone who would not be jealous?
From the moment the fact was announced, it was as obvious as fire that a fight would break out over the remaining members of the court.
The man with the red eyes also probably judged that an agreement would be impossible without bloodshed in the first place and said that he would not bother to stop it.
“It doesn’t matter if you use force to take it. “This is a pretty dangerous thing to say.”
“Are you saying it doesn’t matter if the satellite city is destroyed?”
As soon as he heard the man’s explanation, the atmosphere in the ceremony hall began to rise sharply.
Although they gathered under the pretext of a conference, most of those present were monsters with absolute confidence in their own abilities.
Moreover, it is a satellite city where no one lives, located far away from the Balkans.
Maybe this is a stage created from the beginning to run rampant, assuming conflict and infighting.
“Four helpers who have already obtained the Beopjin. And one wizard I acquired without permission first.”
I could feel the red-faced masked man looking at Lennok and grinning.
“If you got into a fight with the King of the Emperor and took the Beopjin, you wouldn’t be in a position to complain about losing it to someone else.”
“This Bagua Beopjin. “They say you can forcibly transfer ownership by killing the holder.”
Lennok laughed, pointing to the law formation above his head.
“You can challenge yourself whenever you want. “I am also curious about the skills of the old monsters who were hidden under the prohibition law.”
“….”
The other attendees smiled coldly at Lennok’s words, which openly encouraged a challenge.
“This siege barrier. “It is an item to prepare for internal shock rather than external attack.”
“No matter how good he is in combat, don’t you think he has the confidence a wizard would show in an enclosed space like this?”
“If you think about the time of the hearing, it would be difficult to stand like that now, so it would be normal for you to struggle.”
“well.”
As soon as Lennok said that, the bizarre stone statues located on all sides of the ceremony hall began to move at once.
Kugugugu…!!
Powerful figures rising from all directions collided at the same time, and those present who had no intention of participating in the battle naturally retreated.
In an instant, Lennok smiled, holding his cane among the stone statues gathered in the center of the ceremony hall.
“Would you like to try it yourself?”
“…!!”
The eerie thoughts that seemed to explode were aimed at a single wizard.
However, the atmosphere that seemed to rush towards Lennok at any moment was immediately buried by a figure walking from the back of the ceremony hall.
Phew!
A majestic spirit that shakes the earth. As he walks, his pure white coat and flowing white hair flutter.
A deep voice came out from the mouth of a man who had landed on the back of the hands of a demon statue with his hands joined together as if making a hand sign.
“I guess I can finally repay the debt of the closed area.”
A white-haired man with a relaxed look with his back turned. A long spear emitting a pale light rises behind his back.
“If you want to take away the privileges given to anti-communists, everyone will have to go through me at least once.”
“…Azlan?”
The moment Lennoc frowned at the familiar sight and muttered the name without thinking.
Innocent Crood Azlan looked back at Rennok and smiled kindly.
“The way of protecting the fighting world, Claude Azlan. “I will stand on your side in this meeting.”
