Drug-Eating Genius Mage - Chapter 451

Boundary of the well (4)

Trick the altar’s timeline back to the moment the well opened.

After hearing that, Lennok realized why the clown had been chosen to lead this epic operation.

Like the labyrinth of Jindun, the well of the handbook is a demonic realm that is different from Sasangjeon.

To put it bluntly, it is more like a secret place for ascendants who have inherited the same mission as the lighthouse of heavenly vision.

Even after the death of Cheongyeon, the lighthouse was passed on to later generations of lighthouse keepers, and the well also has a part that operates through rules regardless of the ascendant’s will.

Rather than aiming for that part and changing the rules of the well, the clown intended to open the well by deceiving the environment itself to which the rules apply.

[Then, from now on, we will start adjusting the timeline appropriately.]

I touched the circular ring hanging above the altar with my long, bent finger, and the flames that flowed between my fingers moved between the altars.

At the same time, the heavily rusted altar began to vibrate little by little, brushing off the rust and moss that had accumulated between them.

Geek… … !!

[As long as you find the baseline on either side of the Western, Gregorian, or Lunar calendars, it won’t take too long. The real thing comes next.]

Ting ting ting… … !!

When the devil with a bent back strikes the ring like a piano in front of the altar, unknown ancient letters come out and resonate in all directions.

The clown skillfully rearranged and put those letters in various parts of the altar, while at the same time muttering incomprehensible words with his mouth.

The circular ring built on the altar slowly rotates counterclockwise and distorts.

The task of forcibly deceiving the altar’s timeline and checking the reaction.

That disparate scenery seen from the top of the far-flung altar is tantamount to proof that the clown is really touching the timeline itself with illusion.

Lennok looked at the scene with his arms crossed and narrowed his eyes.

‘If you reach that level with a special type of magic, you won’t be bound by the hierarchy… … .’

Judging from the clown’s behavior, it was clear that he had not been in such a state once or twice.

Did he somehow manage to save his life by using the forbidden art of human sacrifice even after playing a joke on his own hierarchy?

Lennok momentarily speculated on the level of the clown’s magic, but he realized that it didn’t mean much and gave up.

Even if you use gold magic, it is too risky to deal with your own hierarchy in that way.

However, shouldn’t we admit that there are also irregulars like clowns who are not actually bound by hierarchy?

It is unknown whether the clown possesses power comparable to Ming or Croken.

But at least it was clear that the monster now spinning the Altar’s timeline upside down had unusual and foreign talents comparable to them.

The quality as a joker that becomes more special than anyone else under limited and special conditions.

Literally, he is more suited to his identity as a clown than anything else.

[what? The date calculation is wrong. Didn’t these guys have a Friday?]

At that moment, the clown who was excitedly pounding on the altar tilted his head.

[Hmm, I don’t think I can accurately set the timeline for the opening of the well at this rate.]

“Is there another way?”

At Lennok’s words, the clown looked down at the altar and smiled.

[Looks like X?]

“… … .”

An irresponsible remark that cuts off the ability of a clown that was highly valued inside in an instant.

As Lennok sighed and was about to step up onto the altar, the clown giggled.

[It’s a joke. It seems that the day of the offering is not included in the calendar. If you put only that part as a variable and repeat the simple calculation, you will be able to make it within the time.]

“I don’t want to go through the middle process.”

[Then, could you go around the altar and check for possible variables? It’s hard to start if Leya isn’t ready anyway.]

“… … .”

Lennok distanced himself from the clown, who again began focusing on tricking the altar’s timeline.

Even if he said that, it couldn’t be easy to deceive time through phantom magic. I’m sure it will take some time.

Even at this moment, the sky is pitch-black, and the sensory sphere that stretches throughout the jungle is closing.

Lennok’s mana detection as well as the communication that was connected to the middle of the jungle was cut off little by little.

Lennok, who inadvertently took out his cell phone from inside his robe, frowned as he checked the message that had come between them.

[Evan, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to tell you the news of the lighthouse lately.]

It was because the message had come from Lapis, not from anyone else.

[Our Blue Eye main force is repeatedly advancing and retreating from the Far Eastern Valley of the Far East to the center. It’s difficult to reach you because it’s out of reach, but I’ll call you later because I have news that I must tell you.]

Surprisingly, the message that started with those words contained more than just a simple greeting.

[There will be a great commotion at the southernmost tip of the continent. The power structure of Southern-based organizations will be greatly shaken. The Blue Eye has decided not to intervene in this matter.]

“… … .”

[If you ever get involved with the jungle, you should never go there. Please understand that it is difficult to explain in a single letter. I’ll tell you separately later. See you soon.] Lennok,

who read the message and immediately pressed the delete button, laughed bitterly.

What would the young lighthouse keeper look like if he knew that Lennok was already in the middle of the jungle?

I understood what Lapis wanted to say, but it was too late to heed her warning.

“Sending time is already… … . It was three days ago.”

It was delayed because the message was sent while wearing a mask and entering the pandemonium.

Somehow, compared to the scale of this incident, I thought that the watcher was not interested in the jungle, so he decided to stop caring at all.

Judging from the message Lapis sent, we’ll hear later why they decided to withdraw from this. That was enough.

The moment Lennok thought so, returned to the altar and confirmed the reverse rotation of the ring, which became more intense.

A flash of light from across the city traveled a long distance in an instant and hit the clown’s back.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

A bluish column of light exploded from above the altar, and at the same time a huge storm of heat swept all around.

Dozens of Glenns who fell with their hearts exposed are burned and melted in the heat.

The moment when the stench of the burning corpse of the Superman poured out and covered all sides of the plaza.

Hundreds of people from all over the square began to surround them all at once.

“Atren Kizzard.”

And the cold female voice coming from behind Lennok.

“The top was distorted like that, so I almost didn’t recognize it. I didn’t even know that you were playing around in a demonic realm like this.”

Blazing red hair and thick coat. And the hot flames running through the whole body.

It was clear who the owner of the huge bombardment-like flames had just been fired at the clown’s back was.

Lennok frowned faintly, realizing that the face shimmering through the flames was familiar.

Tatiana Chiglet, one of the five rosaries of the Blaver Magic Tower and a gunnery called the Witch of Fire.

A wizard who came from the central front to settle the situation of Turan, the white lion, a member of the Pandemonium who was erring in the West Continent branch.

A skilled person who was well acquainted with Ibelin Marcia had come to this jungle.

[It’s a face I remember.]

The jester turned his head away with one hand stretched out from the altar, as if it was difficult to ignore her.

Quickly examining the people surrounding the plaza, he nodded with a small exclamation.

[Did you join hands with the warlord, the Revolutionary Army of Reading, as a head? You made a wise choice for a mage tower with high self-respect. Needless to say… … Tsk.]

While she couldn’t see it, she must have achieved her own achievements, and the magical energy surrounding her changed more intensely.

“Your complexion looks good. Have you eaten and lived well since you killed one of our rosary beads?”

At the same time as Tatiana breathed lightly into both hands, flames raging like waves began to rise in the air one by one.

“It looks like he’s trying to play tricks on the handbook’s well, but in that state, you won’t be able to move on the altar until you search.”

Flame class unique magic