of the mory palace (2)
speaks, Lennok’s consciousness, which had flowed according to Amilla’s mory, is also awakened.
At the sa ti, I was startled.
“… … !!!”
I got goosebumps.
Lennok is not looking directly into Amilla’s mories.
By hitting her head with magical powers and electric signals at random, she forcibly recreates the image that pops up from the deepest part of her mind.
To put it bluntly, it could be said that this landscape is nothing more than a vague afterimage, not even Amilla’s mories.
The fragnts in the mory that should be only that are recognizing and talking to the observer beyond the mory of their existence.
That simple act, more than anything else, gave Lennok a powerful alarm.
The priest smiled strangely as if he understood Lennok’s feelings.
“Whoops… … . You don’t have to be so scared. As you can see, we have no power in this mory.”
‘… … .’
As he said, no energy was felt from the body of the leader who was sitting at the center of the white palace.
Right now, this landscape is an image created based on Amilla’s mories.
As a child, Amilla Banger knew what a great man the leader was, but couldn’t appreciate what a powerful monster he was.
Mixed among tens of thousands of followers, perhaps because I only glanced at his face, the headmaster’s face, like the others in my mory, was blurry.
Only the halo shining softly behind him showed what Amilla was thinking of him.
“Co close to . I don’t have much ti. I want to enjoy this strange coincidence for a while… … .”
Lennok’s body is not here right now, and he is just appreciating this mory as if he were looking at a screen through a cara.
Then, where was the cult leader looking and talking to Lennok?
But none of that fact seed to matter to him.
As if the cara slowly zooms in, it crosses between tens of thousands of believers and focuses on the religious leader.
Even when I narrowed the distance and zood in, the blurry face did not beco clear.
Unlike the splendid decorations and grand pantheon of statues depicting the end of the majestic open sea, only the leader’s face was still blurry as if it had been erased with a brush.
The priest stared blankly at Lennok and slowly leaned back in his chair.
“You must be wondering how this is possible.”
‘… … .’
“It’s simple. The mory in this image is also myself… … . From the mont I am recognized as the owner of the Order, this fragnt is also myself.”
The headmaster laughed softly and continued.
“It doesn’t matter which world in which tiline. The mont I recognize and identify with myself, I am both myself and not myself… … .”
An incomprehensible yet understandable explanation from the religious leader.
Does it an that the mont you are recognized and accepted as a religious leader at any mont, you beco aware of your self and hold in your hands an awareness beyond reality?
A definition and a way of existence that are like a concept that cannot be understood at all by ordinary human common sense.
Can sothing that exists and is defined in that way in the first place be called the sa life form?
However, Lennok, aware of himself accepting the words sowhere in his heart, asked naturally.
‘that is… … Are you saying it’s possible for humans?’
A fla that cannot be expressed in words. However, the head nodded as if he understood Lennok’s question.
“Because I am sure. No one can have a bigger ego than . In all tilines, I have existed longer than anyone and will go mad before anyone else.”
‘… … Are you going crazy? you already… … ?’
An assertion that cannot be overlooked. But what does it an to conclude the words as if they were prophesied by the religious leader himself?
The headmaster closed his eyes. No, I couldn’t see her face, but Lennok knew it.
“Amilla was smart enough to correctly perceive my existence, but her senses were not mature enough to fully embody … … . But that’s why we can deliver our thoughts in the form of conversation like this now.”
‘… … .’
“It is possible because we face ourselves in the form of reminiscence, as if looking back on the past tiline and saying that it was like that then.”
‘… … .’
“Perhaps in your tiline, the real is already… … Whoop whoop.”
The appearance of the religious leader shedding a strange laugh without finishing his words.
Even though he didn’t say anything, the aning of the words made him feel extrely ominous.
The image of the leader that Amilla rembers from her childhood. Does it an that it can take the form of a conversation with the religious leader only at the mont of relatively faded mories and recalling the past?
Although he still felt no power or phase from him.
Rather, it was because of this that Lennok was able to realize more clearly than anyone else how absurd a transcendental leader was.
The leader of a group that gathers millions of followers and worships the god of the open sea. It is not easy to deal with even facing the flas in mory and hearing the thoughts.
It is said that he is a monster who has knowledge and power comparable to that of an ascendant, but is constantly interested in the worldly world.
I understood very perfectly right here that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Lennok asked, hiding his fear, while partly thinking that he would never be able to understand the being laughing in front of him.
‘Do you think worshiping the end of the open sea as a god and praising them is really the right answer?’
The teacher did not answer.
Lennok asked again.
‘What do you want to do by bringing together the consciousness and beliefs of this world?’
“Originally, a more dramatic encounter would have been waiting for us… … .”
The headmaster muttered in a weak voice.
“It was distorted by the trick of the battery. It’s unfortunate, but I don’t think this is bad either.”
‘… … .’
A bizarre way of speaking whose intentions could not be guessed.
The leader called Lennok because he wanted to say sothing, but he had no intention of listening to Lennok.
As he said, communication that barely took the form of a conversation.
Is that really the only aning this transcendentalist wanted to convey to him?
“We still have a few more opportunities left… … . One of them is already right in front of you.”
The teacher laughed.
At that mont, tens of thousands of believers who had been marching in the festival as if the two had never existed burst into laughter at the sa ti.
[Hahahahahahaha.]
[Hahahahahahaha.]
[Hahahahahahaha.]
Only the voices of tens of thousands of people laughing at the sa ti resound above the pure white sky of the Pantheon.
In the midst of that terrifying laughter, the followers all turned their heads toward Lennok with a creak.
The sound of laughter vibrating as if deafening. However, the quiet voice of the leader could be heard more clearly.
“I won’t have high expectations… … . The snake guarding the well was eaten by regret, and no one will rember my mission.”
Koo Goo Goo!!
At that mont, the magnificent palace in my mory splits from the floor and begins to collapse.
Tens of thousands of followers fell through the endless cracks, laughing nonstop.
At the sa ti that Amilla’s mories are coming to an end, this fla image will also disappear without maintaining its proper form.
It’s probably because the mory of the religious leader I saw in my childhood ends at this point.
The priest smiled faintly as if looking at Lennok through an invisible cara.
“But if I can get even the slightest reprieve from this… … Perhaps the day when we will hold hands for the last ti is near.”
‘What the hell do you want to say… … .!’
thud!!
white palace. The center, where dozens of statues stood tall, collapsed as it was, and Lennok’s consciousness also sank beneath the floor.
Between the collapsing palaces of mory, the cult leader sits there until the end and is with the destruction of the world.
To Lennok, sohow, it seed that the figure resembled sothing of the leader’s desired purpose.
Kyoju said while following Lennok’s screen, which was infinitely farther down, to the end.
‘The day we will et again is not far away. until then… … Take good care of yourself.’
Aaaaaaa!!
At that mont, Lennok’s consciousness in an instant rose upward from the deepest part of Amilla’s fragnts of mory.
She quickly passes through the mories she has intensely recognized throughout her life and captures and restores the most recent thoughts.
Amilla and the priests who ca under soone’s order and prepared a magic ceremony outside the city.
The mont when they put a knife into the hearts of the priests lying outside a cave and sign their hands.
Whoop!!
“Whoa… … !!”
Lennok, who had bounced off Amilla’s head like a lie, staggered slightly to his feet.
“Evan!”
Cassia supported Lennok’s staggering body and accepted it.
“What, did you really co to see sothing inside ?”
Amilla, who was staring blankly at him as she collapsed, smirked.
“It’s very awkward. No matter what you see, it must not have been a very pleasant mory.”
“haha… … !!”
Amilla doesn’t know.
The fact that Lennok had just co face to face with the consciousness of the cult leader during the process of restoring countless mories that had just lifted her head.
With a trembling gaze, Lennok, who managed to calm himself down, quickly sorted out what he had to do.
Worrying about the ssage left by the religious leader is a later task.
Rather than that, it was first to question the scenery that Lennok saw at the end.
Clap!!
Lennok asked coldly, drawing his pistol and aiming it at Amilla’s temple.
“You guys are not in this body right now.”
“… … .”
At the unexpected affirmation, Amilla fell silent for a mont, and Cassia opened her eyes wide.
“It’s not that he’s not afraid of death, but he’s been doing tricks outside the city from the beginning. Were you using the forbidden arts of human sacrifice?”
“I thought this was a failure, but did you co to see it?”
“Answer .”
Chi profit… … !!
When I brought the muzzle to my forehead, which was hot with continuous shooting, smoke rose along with the sll of burning flesh, but Amilla did not blink an eye either.
“If you knew that, you wouldn’t have killed right here.”
“… … .”
“The mories of this alter ego until the mont I died as a sorcerer… … . Everything is supposed to flow into the main body.”
Amilla laughed even as the flesh on her temples lted away.
“As an alter ego, I don’t know, but the mont I die, the real Amilla Banger will probably understand. Evan, what kind of technology did you research and obtain, and how much needed talent the church needs.”
“What did you say… … ?”
Cassia opened her mouth slightly in disbelief.
Amilla looked at Cassia’s reaction as if enjoying it, and continued to tease.
“If I were the real Amilla, I would step away and then slowly look for opportunities again. It will never show a trace, wait and stab you in the back when you least expect it.”
Amilla giggled as she looked at Lennok’s hardened face.
“how is it? Aren’t you scared? What should I do if I want to prevent that? If you keep alive for as long as possible and don’t start looking for the real thing… … !”
Taang!!
No further answer was needed.
Amilla’s head shook violently for a mont, and then she fell helplessly on the spot, spattering blood.
Lennok, who briefly looked down at Amilla’s body, splattered with blood, slowly turned his head and called Cassia and Archwood.
“Please examine the belongings of the other priests. As for the bishop, I will check it myself.”
“… … Are you okay? If it’s really a structure where the mories of the alter ego are transmitted to the main body… … ”
At Cassia’s worried words, Lennok shook his head.
“There is no need to be dragged around here unless there is a way to verify its authenticity.”
“… … .”
“What if what the bishop said was false and the alter ego’s mories are transmitted in real ti? Rather, we give the bishop one more ans of obtaining information. If that’s the case, it’s right to kill him here right now and go after the main body.”
Saying that, Lennok imdiately took out his phone and picked it up.
“I roughly checked where their bodies were. I will call in reinforcents right now and go in pursuit.”
It was to prepare for such a mont that I imdiately contacted the dean and found soone who could help.
He did not intend to be satisfied with just catching the alter ego. Lennok had the intention of rooting out the cult’s aftermath right now.
Genius Wizard Who Eats dicine Chapter 433
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