Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 640


    How to Kill God (6)


    The ring of light opened brightly and Lennok fell from the spot.


    Aww!!!


    “Cool!!”


    Lennok fell helplessly and rolled on the floor, coughing violently and gasping for breath.


    “haha… … !!!”


    My whole body was drenched in a cold sweat and I could feel my limbs trembling.


    “Woo-wook… … !!!”


    He took off his iron mask halfway and vomited out the contents.


    A side effect that I fell into as if I waspletely engulfed beyond the Ascension Gate. I felt that my whole body’s mana was vibrating unsteadily, and my body’s reactions were not functioning properly.


    With a convulsive hand, he reached into his bosom, took out the medicine, chewed it and swallowed it.


    After inserting a tranquilizer ampoule into her shoulder, she pours potions to forcibly stabilize her condition and forcibly suppresses the rampant mana within her body.


    Violent resistance and a sense of foreign body that could endanger life if not acted upon quickly.


    But even between the convulsions and recoils that pounded his body, Lennok was still reflecting on what he had seen through the Ascension Gate.


    “memory… … .”


    I had a memory.


    overwhelming memory. There was an ego so huge and strong that even Lennok was instantly enamored with it.


    The memory of a transcendental person who is qualified to challenge the ascension.


    A piece of emotion that remained most intense in his life over hundreds of years.


    space beyond the door. What Hermes saw was the memory of the ascendant who dreamed of saving the old world.


    I didn’t expect this.


    I never thought I would see these memories in this way here.


    That’s why I was shaken, agitated, and afraid, but on the other hand, I was convinced.


    Memories that couldn’t exist if it wasn’t for that level of feat or that level of trial and error were running through my head.


    “… … This is not it.”


    Hermes responded in a voice that seemed to break.


    “this… … That’s amazing… … . How could a human see it ande back… … .”


    “No.”


    Grinning at this, Lennok jumped up and stood in front of Hermes’ head with staggering steps.


    Lennok’s eyes pierced the iron mask, clutching his hair, and shining with intense re.


    “I wasn’t the new yer of the old world… … . what you want… … .”


    The memory of what Lennok saw.


    It wasn’t the memory of a transcendent who was trying to kill God.


    It was the memory of another Ascendant watching over the God yer from the side.


    With the feet of intense emotions and ego.


    It was no wonder that even Lennok was swept away by the torrent and assimted and lost himself.


    The will of a transcendent who establishesws only with his own will and challenges ascension.


    If Lennok had not possessed a transcendental image and had an unshakable mind, he would have been swept away by his memories and thoughts and lost his self.


    However, Lennok could not control the memories of the transcendentalist and was able to know even while he was helplessly looking into them.


    Thest memory of the transcendent.


    That fleeting moment when he looked at his face reflected in the sea in the open sea.


    Lennok remembered the young man with pure white hair and inorganically tidy appearance.


    Lennok realized that the Transcendental’s face was exactly the same as Hermes’s now.


    “Who are you?”


    asked Lennok, who grabbed Hermes’ head.


    “What is your real name?”


    This man is not Hermes.


    He probably wasn’t even a young man with gray hair and a well-groomed look.


    Just like Lennok, he was just another seeker who faced the memory of the Ascendant who remained beyond the door.


    However, unlike Lennok, who returned without losing his self from beyond the memory, Hermes was swallowed whole by the memory of the Ascendant and turned into apletely different person.


    An existence that moves as the direction of the memory indicates, with its ego and mind entrusted to the ascendant’s imperfect memory.


    Hermes did not hesitate to deny that fact.


    “Does it matter who I am… … . but… … .”


    Rather, he just stared nkly at Lennok and smirked with only his neck left on his face.


    “You know… … .”


    “… … .”


    “I know who the God yer is… … .”


    His transparent gaze quickly fades.


    The gaze, which had survived the decapitation and contemted the situation, nowpletely lost its power and began to fade.


    Hermes, who was trying to look at Lennok until the end with his eyes that were quickly losing light, whispered.


    “I won’t miss… … . soon again soon… … .”


    The head of Hermes, unable to speak and breathless.


    At that moment, the man’s face began to change as his gray hair turned ck from the top of his head.


    The clean young man’s face was nowhere to be found, and somewhere there was a young man’s face distorted by terrible madness.


    At the same time, the huge ring of light behind Lennokpletely lost its power and copsed.


    Kwagwagwag!!!!


    An intense roar that shakes the heavens and the earth spreads quickly in all directions along the surface of theke.


    The other soldiers waiting at the sea barrier and the other surviving meisters must have sensed something was wrong.


    Lennok looked down at Hermes’s head in silence, then put it down and stood up.


    Dabi, who watched the whole scene from the side of her arms, asked cautiously.


    [What are you going to do, Master?]


    “… … Hermes is not dead. It just moved.”


    Lennok replied, breathing heavily.


    “The fact that I was able to talk with my willpower intact even after my throat was cut… … It’s because he was essentially a being entrusted to the memory of the Ascendant. If you think about it, there will probably be more.”


    Until the end, Hermes perished, hinting not at his own death, but at the next.


    That’s probably because Hermes himself didn’t die like this, but he could transform into another body and aim for the next opportunity.


    And it was clear what opportunity he wanted.


    “Hermes didn’t want the power of a god yer.”


    Lennok murmured.


    “Through the medium of the memory of the god-yer, the ascendant named Hermes is trying to manifest himself in this world.”


    Ascendant Hermes of the Old World.


    The memories of transcendental beings left behind on the other side of the destroyed world are trying to bloom again by eating humans in this world.


    Hermes’ unusually skillful handling of the power of the door, the fact that he referred to himself as ‘we’, and the fact that he was able to directlymunicate with the spirits of the old world and bring them out.


    Because Hermes himself was essentially the memory of the old world and the existence itself.


    “Escape the sea barrier and find the true body of Hermes. I don’t have much time.”


    After Lennoc said that, he turned around with a paleplexion.


    “Find the magic gun and escape immediately. I think I know where you are now.”


    But even as he said that, Lennok’splexion was hardened like never before.


    As she staggered away from theke quickly, she was thinking of only one fact in her head.


    “… … New yer of the old world.”


    Hermes is not wrong.


    memory of the transcendent. A me statue that watched someone from the side trying to kill God.


    In the end, until the end, I couldn’t remember who the murderer was, his name and face.


    The moment Lennok faced that memory to the end, he knew who the murderer was.


    Even though he is a horse gunner, he is a transcendental person who has reached a level without using a horse gun.


    A monster that changed the very concept of shooting and redefined the definition of bullets and targets.


    A heretic who twisted his own talent in order to eventually kill God.


    The original owner who possessed the end of Teremer, the horse gunner of the old world.


    “It was you… … .”


    southern forest. I still remember what happened at the handbook well as if it were yesterday.


    The end of the grandiose feat that was fired at the foreign media crossing the other side of the open sea using Gyebaek’s body as a bullet.


    I always wondered how that was possible and what the arrangements the leader had prepared were.


    Lennok now knew what it meant to do what he had done with Pandemonium back then.


    What the clown and Lennok did at that time was to push Gyebaek’s body over the well, breaking through the handbook’s obstruction.


    At the time, the contribution of Lennok, who dismantled all of Gyebaek’s gias and forced them into the well, was truly enormous, but the true value was in apletely different ce.


    A single shot that uses Gyebaek’s body itself as a bullet and shoots it at a foreign press as a target.


    No, can it be called shooting any more?


    An authority close to a miracle that realizes the concept of shooting by using non-standard transcendants such as ascenders and foreign gods as tools.


    “It was you, the leader… … .”


    2nd World’s Magic Musketeer. A transcendental person who obtained the qualifications to challenge ascension.


    The owner of Pandemonium and the Respondent who endlessly walks backwards through the timeline of the world.


    A madman who kills gods with his supernormal abilities and carries on the feat to the next world.


    The new yer of the old world was the word referring to the leader of Pandaemonium.


    * * *


    Knock Knock… …


    In the quiet darkness, only the sound of dripping water reverberates quietly.


    The light of the regrly falling water droplets was as dark as pitch ck.


    He quietly listened to the sound of water droplets and slowly lifted his eyelids.


    “Is the captain awake?”


    A t voice came from above his head.


    The owner of the voice does not exist by his side.


    He only intermittently wakes up and reads his consciousness that reacts to his surroundings beyond the imaginary dimension and speaks to him.


    The ability to convey one’s intentions to the desired person beyond the limitations of time and space.


    Even more so, it is not something that humans can do from the fact that the medium passes through the imaginary dimension.


    A hybrid of an ancient species that lived in the imaginary dimension.


    “… … Aa.”


    “Only a few months. A lot of people are looking for a leader.”


    “… … .”


    He didn’t respond to Aa’s words, but stared nkly at the water droplets falling in front of his eyes.


    A huge obsidian coffin.


    ck water droplets dripping down from the tip are slowly pooling on the ss below.


    “The doctor and the clown want to contact each other because of their work. The prince is still chasing you, and the fisherman says he’s found another door outside the continent. What do you want to do?”


    “We havepleted the necessary measures.”


    He lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty and raised his gaze as he answered.


    “I have nothing to say… … . Leave it to your own discretion.”


    “If you give the same answer, everyone’s reaction will be worth watching.”


    After Aa said that, she went out and asked the captain.


    “Where are you now? Didn’t you wake up because you had something to do?”


    “… … .”


    Instead of answering the words, the leader slowly touched his face.


    Its figure is still covered with intense noise, as if it is not blended into this world, and it is difficult to see properly.


    The voice is not heard in a specific way, and its existence is also not fixed in one ce.


    It appears where it is needed, exists where it is needed, and is just doing what it needs to do.


    However, the price he has to pay to exist like that is also not light.


    He is paying the price of existing beyond thews of the world with every breath and every movement.


    Now, I’m getting a little confused as to why I had to do that… … .


    “Memory is a scary thing.”


    “… … what?”


    “When ites to defining oneself, one’s own will is surprisingly not important. Perhaps it would be more efficient to leave it to others.”


    Therefore, coincidence has imprisoned itself between the beliefs and worship of others, not its own.


    It was because he was able to protect himself from the recoil and harm of Ascension by hiding and concealing himself in the gaps of his memories and thoughts.


    Although he understood the idea, he did not sympathize with it, but he did agree that the method itself was a powerful and dangerous way of being.


    It was to the extent that he woke up like this by inadvertently reacting just by touching a memory rted to him somewhere in the world.


    A kite is as strong as it is, but it cannot be easily broken.


    Because, in a sense, it was the only way he could define himself.


    “I was reminded of something from long ago… … It was a pretty nasty way too.”


    “leader… … ?”


    There was a faint sneer mixed in that tone, which even the gender and age were undeterminable.


    The response was so vivid that even Aa, whose innate emotions were faint, was nervous.


    But instead of answering Aa’s words, he slowly rose from his seat.


    Should I intervene?


    I thought about it for a while, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I stopped thinking about him.


    It was so long ago that even the time of the world is not aware of it.


    Much more happened after the end of cause and effect than when I was preparing for the ending while looking into the eyes of foreign media.


    From then until now, there is more meaning andmentation than what I have lived through.


    It was enough if the person he had been with once remembered him in the destroyed world.


    “If there is anything left for the Doctor, tell him to finish it beforehand. Time is running out.”


    “If it’s about Jinwa… … .”


    “no.”


    After interrupting Aa, the leader silently stroked the huge obsidian coffin.


    A small namete attached to the bottom of the coffin glittered.


    [Jindun. Zaigis Ethernor.]


    “It’s on the other side.”