Drug-Eating Genius Mage - Chapter 449

The boundary of the well (2)

Dawn came after a long night. Light began to shine even in the darkened jungle.

The morning in the jungle, where tens of thousands of creatures live and breathe, is only quiet.

Only the sound of the dew falling on the spider’s web between the bushes echoes quietly.

drip drip

The water droplets that brushed against the blades of grass were a deep red color.

“main… … uh… … .”

The faint moan of someone who couldn’t even scream properly.

Lennok, who had been sitting still with his eyes closed, turned his head when he heard the voice.

“die… … !!”

Wedge liquid!!

A sharp flash of light shot through the dimly lit jungle.

At the same time as he slightly twisted his head, a magician stood up under his feet and caught the flash.

A stinger coated with a thick green liquid. It is a deadly poison that kills instantly the moment it penetrates under the skin.

A feast of countless memorizations falling like rain on Lennok’s head right after.

Catalysts hung between sharp memorizations constantly glowed, turning the whole area into a huge mass of heat.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

The shamans who appeared in the midst of the explosions ran towards Lennok with hand signs.

Each of them took out their magic spells, which were regarded as their main godson, and fired them at Lennok without hesitation.

A sticky curse and a rope twisted like a snake.

Kagagak!!

After attracting attention with strong firepower, I plan to thoroughly subdue it with close combat.

Since Maengnok’s Jubak was a group made up of various shamans, there were also shamans who excelled in close combat.

The leaves on the tip of the fist sway and create a wind, and the pattern drawn on the dagger shines and flies.

Papababat!!

However, Lennok’s new model leans down as if it is extinguished in place, and then floats as if sliding on the floor.

Strange movements, as if being dragged by an invisible string.

Rather than moving directly, the attacks of the shamans who failed to match the timing in a bizarre evasion maneuver that seemed to be dragged around missed one after another.

Behind the shamans who failed to attack first, the sharp magician’s second attack flashed.

“Keah!!”

“How the hell did I even get here… … !!”

“No no!!”

As Lennok lands on the grass and walks past the shamans, more corpses fall and splatter blood.

A method of greatly increasing tension and hardness by giving cutting magic to magicians, increasing cutting power and reducing flexibility.

Combined with the manipulative ability to hide Lennok’s mana, it’s like an invisible blade in this crowded jungle.

It wouldn’t be impossible to detect a magician with the senses of a superhuman, but what if the opponent was a magician with a special ability who can catch and manipulate hundreds of such magicians one by one?

Lennok never lost the initiative in this kind of psychological warfare.

“turn off… … uh… … !”

The broken remains of a small skeleton spill out of the man’s arms as he rolls on the floor.

It emitted faint smoke and pointed vaguely in the direction where Lennok was sitting.

Lennok sighed lightly at the remains of the skull.

“When I asked how he got through the maze, he used gold magic. When human sacrifice is mixed, it is difficult to predict its effectiveness.”

The immorality of using the same human being as an ingredient for a spell.

Although it is the most dangerous catalyst that magicians can use, it is also true that its efficiency is unusually excellent.

There is a rumor going around that if you use the forbidden art of human sacrifice, even the practitioner himself will be eaten by the ritual, but not many people are wise enough to discern it.

“Are you the only one left?”

Saying that, Lennok leaned slightly toward the fallen man.

kid… … .

At the same time, dozens of magic threads began to move around Lenok with a noise that sounded like a string stretching slightly.

Cheer up!!!

In an instant, he grabbed the surviving sorcerer Cayenne by the collar and lifted his body upward.

When Cayren looked down weakly, he saw Lennok wearing a mask looking up at him.

A small clearing between the thickets of the jungle.

The figure of a wizard looking up at the center of a magician with hundreds of strands of magician spreading in all directions like a spider’s web.

A moan leaked from Cayenne’s mouth when she realized that the hundreds of strands of magic thread he was sitting on were spreading all over the jungle.

“… … You were you.”

All other shaman are dead. Even after spending a whole night, they couldn’t even touch Lennok’s collar.

However, it wasn’t to beg him for his life that Cayenne worked hard and somehow came to Lennok’s place.

“Because of you… … . After wandering around the same place dozens of times and hundreds of times… … !!”

Cayenne glared at Lennok with bloodshot eyes and burned with hatred.

It is already difficult to find any traces of normal reason in the face that is terribly distorted.

Even in a situation where his limbs are squeezed by a magician, he does not beg for his life, but rather drools at Lennox.

Lennok didn’t know where the cause of that half-insane appearance came from.

“You didn’t make it to the well because of you… … !! kill… … !! i will kill… … !!”

Lennok waved his hand as he looked at Cayren, who struggled like a child and frothed.

Fisht!!

The magician who brushed past his chin took away Cayenne’s consciousness.

It was only then that Lennok, who confirmed that the early morning jungle had regained its calm, slowly walked down the magician’s strands.

Just as he was tying up Cayern with a magician and dragging him into the forest, a stiff voice came from behind Lennok.

“It’s a good barrier.”

“… … .”

There was no gap between them, and a bronze-skinned man stood looking at him like a ghost between the carefully arranged magicians.

Appears to be about forty years old. A mature man who doesn’t look young. His muscular body and the bluish stone knife he holds in his hand are impressive.

The mana that flowed out was level 6 or higher even if it was set low.

The moment Lennok’s eyes cooled down, the man slowly held out his hand and spoke again.

“I placed magicians, drew a barrier, and turned the whole area into a maze.”

A way of speaking that is not quite awkward. A sense of incongruity, as if the language itself used on this continent was unfamiliar.

But the words of the man who opened his mouth in that tone clearly penetrated what Lennok had been doing.

Shamans who use elephants as summons. Lennok did not insist on a head-to-head fight against Maengrok’s spell, which was no different from a living tank unit.

Instead, they scattered magicians widely throughout the jungle and made a huge maze using the spread magicians as catalysts.

By applying Ascendant Jindun’s shielding technique to the limit, he bends the space itself and connects the beginning and the end to create an inescapable labyrinth.

At the same time, the strange mental waves flowing from the inside of the well are appropriately mixed into the inside of the barrier to constantly stimulate the shaman.

The shamans, who found out that they were wandering in the same place, doubted each other in a state of extreme excitement, attacked each other, and destroyed themselves.

The elephants, who lost their owners, got excited and smashed the jungle as they wished and scattered in all directions, leaving only a few shamans who came to their senses belatedly.

If the surviving shaman, led by Cayern, hadn’t used human sacrifice to find Lennok, they would have died without knowing what they were being attacked.

The bronze-skinned man standing in front of Lennok had accurately understood and praised such a series of processes.

“How can you play with opponents like this in this jungle? excellent. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a barrier magician like you.”

“… … The introduction is long.”

Lennok’s altered voice came through the mask.

“Did you call me to exchange a good word?”

The man shook his head.

“No, there are things I want back.”

“… … Are you getting it back?”

“I have a tribal thing. I want a deal.”

“… … .”

“Excellent barrier magician. Doesn’t hurt. You just have to show it.”

The man said that and slowly waved his hand.

At the same time, something began to vibrate faintly inside Lennok’s robes.

It was only then that Lennok, realizing that the man was not talking nonsense, slowly took out the vibrating object from his bosom.

“This… … .”

A leather collar made in the form of a leash. After finding out the identity of the artifact, Lennok raised his head.

A warrior riding a leopard who survived the grimoire gang race to the end.

Isn’t this the artifact he gave when he revealed himself as a member of the Southern Blood Tribe?

It has the ability to locate opponents through constellations, and was used by Lennok to locate the Madric Onion.

Calling this item a tribal item must mean that the man in front of you is also a member of the same blood clan.

While Lennok was lost in his thoughts, the man spoke again.

“I am not asking for it. I will tell you the snake’s secret.”

“… … The snake’s secret?”

The word for snakes in this jungle is almost certainly the story of the secrets of the Serpent Ascendant’s Handbook that guards the well.

I heard that the blood spirits live in hiding far deeper than the ancient city where the well is located, and only a few of them wander the continent and experience the world.

It’s a story about the secrets of handbooks that such people pass on… … . Lennok didn’t think long.

“good.”

It is not something that has been of great use or usefulness to Lennok.

However, if it was something meaningful to the blood spirit clan, it would be enough if it could be handed over and useful information was given.

When I obediently threw the leash at the man, he murmured with a slightly thrilled expression.

“Our tribe does not hand over belongings carelessly to others.”

“… … .”

“Leaving this object with you is proof that you have lived a life without regrets. I want to repay you.”

It seemed that he had mistakenly thought that the blood spirit tribe warrior who handed over this item had already died, but Lennok did not bother to correct that illusion.

There was no time to explain how this item had gotten into his hands.

The man gently touched the leash, put it in his arms, and opened his mouth.

“There is a story about a snake that has been passed down from generation to generation in the history of the tribe.”

“A story?”

“The story of a snake that forgot about it because it was immersed in its mission.”

“… … .”

“Once upon a time all mortals in this jungle were in glory, but the serpent’s time began to roll back and it lost its meaning. The city that worshiped the great mission was tinged with madness, and the snake destroyed everything with its own hands.”

It was obvious that it was not a simple story.

That the man was borrowing the form of tribal lore just to address Lennok, too.

“I know what you guys are doing in this jungle.”

The man’s tone, which had been awkward, became fluent yet serious.

His two pupils shone with a bizarre, bright yellow concentrate.

Lennok was aware of the eye because he had heard about it from Oliviera once.

The Mystic Eye of the North Head, which is said to be inherited only by the direct lineage of the Southern Blood Spirit. The essence of foreknowledge, which is to observe and prepare for the future by looking at the stars and their movements.

He looked at Lennok with a clear gaze and spoke quietly.

“We see the next through the stars, predict the future, and prepare for continuation… … . What will happen from now on is unacceptable from the point of view of the tribe, but I will turn a blind eye to it for today.”

He didn’t come to Lennok simply to get his tribal belongings back.

This man, who appears to be the core leader of the Blood Spirit Tribe, came to Pandaemonium to directly convey their position.

“Because only after the play that has been planned for a long time is over and the curtain closes will everything in this jungle be set right again.”

“It’s a play… … .”

Lennok grinned as he pondered the words.

“You’re saying at length that you won’t intervene. with pleasure.”

“… … .”

There is no way to know how accurate and sophisticated the future the blood spirits see through the stars in the night sky is, but Lennok didn’t bother to ask further.

It was because I understood that they had their own reasons, and I seemed to have some knowledge of what a handbook was.

Most of the ascenders Lennok had encountered were terribly twisted, unlike the great achievement of challenging ascension.

Whether it is the body, the image, or regret toward a pessimistic future.

It must mean that the handbook was also unable to free itself from the yoke of longing.

It is meaningless to hold a man in this place and ask him to tell you in detail about the handbook.

It would be enough to remember the keyword he said, memory.

Lennok thought so and was about to turn his head without regret when the man suddenly threw a pouch the size of a fist at Lennok.

Took!

The man spoke while Lennok, who had ruled out the possibility of being embarrassed by grabbing it with his bare hands, looked at the bag that had fallen at his feet.

“It is a bait used to lure monsters in the jungle.”

“… … Why are you giving me this?”

“I saw a little bit. There will be a moment when you need it.”

The man, who suddenly returned with a stiff and awkward tone, nodded with his arms crossed.

“It was a good conversation. gift.”

With those words, a new type of man disappears vaguely while holding the leash.

Lennok looked at the man’s back and quietly picked up the leather pouch.

There was nothing wrong with keeping it, as I didn’t feel any hostility.

‘The outside is completely sealed. I can’t feel the scent… … .’

I know that there are monsters far more dangerous than most beasts lurking in this gigantic jungle.

It was because Lennok had passed all kinds of strange beasts while making a maze on the outskirts of the ruins through the magician.

It is a demonic realm where creatures such as gibbons with thick horns, giant lizards with horns, and blue toads with more than eight legs roam.

Did he think that there would be a moment when he would have to run away from those monsters?

It is unknown right now. Lennok glanced at his wristwatch to check the time and immediately turned around.

It’s already been more than an hour since dawn started, and after dealing with Maengnok’s spell and a few latecomers, no one wanders around here.

I’ve captured one of the shamans, so take it back to the airship and that’s it.

The moment when Lennok thought so and tried to turn around after grabbing Cayenne.

“Since we don’t need that friend, shall we leave it behind?”

Push!!

Cayenne’s head, which had been wriggling while being tied to the magic thread, was cut diagonally on the spot.

The figure of a young man spinning a small dagger was revealed at the back of his head, which fell and rolled.

The person who painted the face white and the makeup that forced a bizarre smile are familiar to the eyes.

The clown, who had fallen from the airship before Lennok and disappeared in the middle of the jungle, had finally arrived near the ruins.

“It was hard… … .”

The clown let out a deep sigh and casually stepped on Cayenne’s head and walked out.

The whole body of such a young man was drenched in blood from head to toe.

After jumping alone in the middle of the jungle, how many people did he kill to get here?

“It took longer than expected.”

“I mean.”

The clown smirked as he brushed his blood-soaked hair.

“Someone lied to me about jumping together, so I was fooled for a second.”

“… … .”

“It’s a joke, I threw the dice one more time halfway through, but the bottom line popped up twice in a row, so I’m sorry… … Unintentionally, I came out with my own body.”

The image of a grumbling clown wiping blood from the sleeves of his clothes.

He doesn’t look particularly tired, even though it’s clear that he’s been through a fierce battle all night.

Proof that he is a powerful illusionist and also an excellent warrior.

Lennok ignored the clown and looked away.

“The airship is nearby. If you haven’t joined yet, let’s move on now.”

“Wait a minute, there’s something I need to check before that.”

“what?”

“I saw a very interesting sight on my way here.”

The clown smirked as he stared at Lennok.

“Somewhere, a very familiar boundary line has been deployed in this area.”

“… … .”

“Do you know that most illusionists are well versed in barrier art? Originally, if you want to deceive others, you have to study well how to make a board well. But, I could see a pattern of barrier art that I could never forget.”

The clown who laughed in a loud voice stopped laughing and asked,

“What’s your relationship with Jindun, Victor?”

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