studiobondurri Chapter 725
Chapter 725
The Genius Wizard Who Eats Medicine Episode 725
The Wizard and the Magic Tower (2)
appeared at the same time as the area was declared, and the egg of the Guardian Spirit began to crack as he recognized Lennok’s voice.
As soon as he heard about the existence of the guardian spirit guarding the tower, Lennok remembered something.
Blaver’s 7th Mage Master’s Phoenix War. The shape of the small fire bird that formed the consciousness body.
Was it born as a guardian spirit right after the sarira melted into the engine?
But before that, Lennok knew he had questions to ask Tatiana.
“Tatiana. Was there a Guardian Spirit at the headquarters of the Blaver Magic Tower?”
“... ... I heard there used to be, but it was destroyed because of the war.”
Tatiana answered as she recalled.
“But I’ve seen the guardian spirits of other magic towers twice. Spiritual beasts subordinate to the venerable Mage Tower are treated like tactical weapons.”
If it is an intelligent body that is born at the same time as the formation of the sphere, it is an existence that was born from the concentration of strong will and magical power.
If it’s a spirit beast like that, the growth potential and potential will be on a different level than ordinary creatures.
However, Lennok knew that there were facts to be confirmed before the combat power or value of the Guardian Spirit.
“How does it feel? If you say spiritual beast, can you think of it as a system similar to the spirit body?”
If the being that awakens inside that egg is one born out of Lennok’s self-consciousness, he might have to get the others to flee right now.
It wouldn’t be strange if the aggregate of pure intentions, unprocessed by Lennok’s reason and experience, recognized everything around him as an enemy.
Tatiana also quickly opened her mouth, probably feeling Lennok’s sense of urgency.
“It is a little different from the spirit body. Instead of being subordinate to the realm, they say they have a strong and high intelligence from birth.”
“... ... .”
“As it is born with the formation of a region, it is said that its characteristics are clearly different depending on the underlying idea... ... .”
“It’s the foundational idea... ... .”
While Lennok thought so and slowly raised his magic power, other colleagues noticed the crack in the egg and started approaching.
“Oh wake up!!”
“Give me something to eat. You might as well take it!”
“There are small fish that came out of catching tuna. If this is okay... ... .”
“Why are you carrying that?”
“It’s okay, so give it to me!”
Dylan, who caught a fish among his colleagues who were making a fuss on all sides, approached the egg with crab steps.
thud thud... ... !!
The moment Dylan held out the head of the fish against the surface of the cracked egg and Lennok heightened his senses.
Something protruded from the eggshell and swallowed Dylan’s body in an instant.
snap!!
The fish snapped Dylan upside down and disappeared again like lightning through the cracks in the shell.
The egg shuddered faintly, and strange noises began to be heard within it.
[Hororok.]
“... ... .”
It’s like putting something in your mouth and rolling it around.
Everyone, including Lennok, stared blankly at the cracked eggshell with their mouths open.
“... ... What about half?”
“Should I save him?”
“a little bit... ... wait.”
Lennok was speechless, then answered quietly.
From the moment something protruded from the egg and swallowed Dylan, he began to feel the emotions of that egg little by little.
As it is a realm declared by Lennok himself, it may be something that the subject subordinate to it can also recognize naturally.
To put it bluntly, the sharing of feelings close to the sympathy of intention.
And right now, Yeongsu, who was wriggling inside that egg, felt only one emotion.
“At least it doesn’t seem like the intent to kill. If you have to ask... ... .”
“If you ask me?”
“It’s close to gluttony.”
Appetite... ... ?
At the moment Lennok muttered, the egg vibrated as if he had eaten something he shouldn’t have eaten.
Eventually, something flinched through the cracks in the egg, and its teeth were exposed, spitting out something.
[Twi.]
Cheeky duck!!
“Wow!!”
The image of Dylan thrown to the ground with his whole body drenched in saliva.
Surprisingly, the appearance looked fine except for the fish in his hand.
Dylan, covered in sticky saliva, rubbed my face in a panic.
“This one chewed me up and spit it out!!”
“Dylan. calm down.”
“What happened inside?”
The others, too, stunned by the absurdity, quickly approached Dylan.
Dylan immediately regained his composure and responded with a timid expression.
“The space inside the egg is a little wider than it looks. It seems to be connected to other spaces... ... .”
“... ... .”
“Something was just rolling me and I just took out the fish. At first I didn’t think it was saliva.”
Only then did the mercenaries, who understood the situation, look back at Al with an absurd expression.
“So you’re saying he thought Dylan was inedible waste and spit it out.”
“You have a more normal appetite than I thought. Isn’t that obvious?”
“Looking at you eating Dylan and enduring, you seem to have a surprisingly good stomach.”
“These bastards. Do you think you wouldn’t know if I made an excuse and cursed at me?”
Jenny said, neatly ignoring the mercenaries fighting and punching each other.
“About this, Ban is absolutely right. It’s an appetite... ... .”
Jenny lifted her phone and nodded at Lennok.
“Then let’s feed it once until you’re satisfied.”
Soon after, a truck arrived in front of the construction site.
A mountain of tuna fish piled up in a net on top of a truck.
The mercenaries and employees carried the tuna on their own and lined up in front of the eggs.
The moment you bring the tuna into the crack of the egg, the fish disappears as if being sucked in.
[Yum yum.]
“Oh eat!!”
“You seem to be eating better than before.”
He licks his lips in satisfaction and happily shakes a large egg from side to side.
[Stuff.]
“... ... You know, you’re cuter than you think.”
“Eat more. But can I tame it with such expensive food?”
“If it’s half of Youngsoo, it’s okay because it’s an expensive body. Move quickly!!”
The mercenaries also poured bundles of tuna as if possessed by the reaction.
Young-soo stopped shaking the eggs as if he was satisfied only after getting rid of all the tuna in the truck.
Only then did the mercenaries, who took a breather, spoke with a trembling expression.
“But even after eating like this, this kid doesn’t seem to want to come out of the egg.”
“When they feed, they come out for a while, but they hardly move. How fast are you?”
“Are you shy despite your size?”
The priestess shook her head, ignoring the embarrassed attendant’s answer.
“Agrissa never interrupts me when I am praying. Do you know?”
“... ... .”
“After I was baptized, I stopped calling myself that way.”
The priestess laughed.
“The church is changing little by little, Kamrodal. If you try to imitate it clumsily with only memories from the past, you will be caught soon.”
[...] ... That’s right.]
At that moment, a dismal voice flowed from the neck of the attendant standing behind the priestess.
In stark contrast to the peaceful scene outside the window, a creaking voice in a damp swamp.
[I apologize if it bothered you. In the past, I was not allowed to see a noble priestess except in this way.]
The voice sounded awkward, as if a giant cephalopod forcibly rubbed slime into it, but the priestess was not surprised.
Because I already knew who was talking to her right here and now.
Kamrodal, the 8th Apostle of the Order.
The eighth incarnation that inherited the power of a foreign god, and one of the very few monsters that maintains a sound mind among the apostles.
However, the priestess was not shaken by Kamrodal’s voice and immediately asked back.
“Borrowing the form of Agritsa means you sacrificed her?”
The doll of Kamrodal, the apostolic art he uses, is the power to create an alter ego that replicates the memories and consciousness of a specific human being.
However, like other sadistic spells, it has been decided that it is a forbidden spell that is used for human sacrifice.
That’s why, when Kamrodal appeared in the form of an attendant, he knew that she might not be safe.
However, Kamrodal gave a low laugh at the priestess’ question.
[Don’t worry. I have no intention of playing pranks with the attendant that the priestess cares about.]
“... ... .”
[You are one of the few remaining priests who represent His divinity... ... How could I go against that will?]
Kamrodal moved her doll and bowed gracefully.
[The need for sacrifices is when lending spells to other followers. At this rate, your attendant will not die.]
A soft voice as if trying to reassure the priestess.
However, the priestess did not feel relieved or shaken by Kamrodal’s words.
“You mean it could be worse than dying.”
[well. How about that?]
Kamrodal neither affirmed nor denied.
Instead, he just stood next to the priestess and looked out the window with a languid tone.
[But surely you are very different from Nydri. The former priestess is much more than this... ... I was on the eager side.]
“Are you going to tell me I’m not ready?”
[No way. What about the priestess who guides the rituals of nature?]
Kamrodal laughed slowly.
[I’m not questioning your qualifications. It’s a difference in attitude toward divinity.]
“... ... .”
[Izel Naidry wanted to constantly intervene in the future and destiny of the church while perfectly performing the duties of a priestess. Her attitude was of great help to the denomination that was holding the holy war at the time.]
For the first time, the doll turned her eyes and looked at the priestess.
The doll’s pupils were dyed black, leaving not even the whites of the eyes, bizarrely like the eyes of an insect.
[But you are different. Aside from the duties of a priestess, she has no interest in the church’s affairs. As if the Church now knows what attitude to take... ... .]
“... ... .”
[I downloaded the same divinity, but it’s so different. Was even this coincidence arranged by Him? I can’t help but wonder... ... .]
After hearing the monologue of the eight apostles, the priestess realized what he thought of her.
Kamrodal did not show favor to each priestess or particularly like or dislike.
She just thinks about the difference between the priestesses who have been passed down from generation to generation by believing in her own god and sincerely wonders.
He refrained from being bound by the rules of the church, but given the opportunity, he would not hesitate at all and try to satisfy his curiosity.
“Camrodal. Won’t you tell me why you came to see me now?”
[...] ... Ah.]
Only then did Kamrodal make an awkward noise and stop the doll.
After a while, he came back creaking like a toy.
[I’m sorry. Was the rubbish too long?]
“Undeniably enough.”
[yes... ... To be honest, this doll isn’t really me. To put it bluntly, it is a copy of my memory and will. So, please forgive me as my true intentions seem to have spilled out inadvertently.]
“I know.”
the priestess replied.
“That’s why you keep your sanity even among the apostles.”
The insanity that inevitably comes to the apostles who have inherited the power of foreign gods.
There is only a difference in degree, but in the end, everyone eats away at their own humanity and becomes a monster that has lost its reason.
There are only about five apostles in the church who can be said to have completely escaped from that restraint.
And Kamrodal was the only one among the 2 apostles who had a single digit figure, who kept reason intact.
He divides his consciousness and memories infinitely and divides them into dolls, and imitates an ascendant to escape from madness.
Even among the same apostles, there were some who tried to imitate Kamrodal to prevent madness, but all of them failed and rather quickly turned into beasts.
However, Kamrodal had never shared his secrets with the same apostles even though he knew that.
“... ... .”
A being who serves the same God, has the same faith, and works for the church, but cannot be trusted.
Kamrodal spoke again while the priestess was silently engraving the fact.
[As you may have already guessed, this is the work of the central front.]
“As far as I know, the truce agreement with the Order League has already been discussed.”
The priestess answered.
“Hasn’t everything been decided already, from the timing of the preemptive strike to the end of the offensive?”
[The master of the Blaver Magic Tower laid down all authority and duties and declared an indefinite break.]
“... ... .”
[The tower lord who supplied the power to the first gate has withdrawn, so the gate will be closed for a while.]
The priestess’s expression changed slightly after belatedly understanding the meaning.
“That means... ... .”
[If you want to enter the front line without going through the gateway from the star complex branch where you are now, you will have to pass through Jinwa’s Paradise Lost.]
Kamrodal said in a laughing voice.
[Wouldn’t it be better if the noble priestess became an apostle of the fallen ascendant without knowing anything?]
“... ... .”
Despite Kamrodal’s words, the priestess quickly organized her thoughts and asked again.
“The head of the tower is the first person to recognize the value of the gateway. That such a plotter gave up his authority at this point and resigned... ... .”
[It must be because there is a problem with his personal affairs or hierarchy that can never be ignored.]
Kamrodal nodded and replied.
[Now that Ganjab, who powered the gate and maintained a neutral position on the front lines, is gone, everyone will reach out to get their hands on the gate.] “We’ll have to get ready.
”
[Can it be done in parallel with the war against the Order Federation?]
“It’s okay.”
Saying that, the priestess looked out the window.
“Because we found candidates here in the cluster branch.”
[...] ... Candidate?]
“Yes.”
Looking at the group of children running around in the distance, the priestess’s eyes cooled down in an instant.
“I found a child with the aptitude of the 10 Apostles.”