Hermit Wizard

“Hey, Master. Are you sure you want to stay here? ”

Named Saburo, he was a pale-faced East Asian. No matter how high I held it, I could only see it about seventeen times. He was wearing a sleeveless tee that didn't fit New York's autumn weather.

“Uh, what are you going to do? ”

The blonde man who asked the boy a question was wearing a trench coat as opposed to the naked one or Saburo. Without blood on his face, he frowns and takes a step back.

Anthony's eyes, facing the two of them, were filled with murder.

“Oh, shit! I don't know how you got in, but · · ·. ”

Anthony was struck directly by arterial blood ejected from the woman's neck. His nashin became bloody and stained red. Anthony raises a knife in his right hand, as if he was just walking out of hell.

“For as long as this happens, you too will be sacrificed by God! ”

“Oh, loud and clear. ”

The boy gathers magical power into his hands, cutting off Antony's words.

“Stretch it out. ”

Along with that, the sound of flesh bursting in the bathroom echoed.

Fujic!

Master's right arm, revealed outside the sleeve, exploded with a creepy rupture. Antony looks at the masses that come over him like a storm. I shrunk to avoid it, but the bathroom was so narrow.

Laryngoscope!

“Arghhhh!”

Antony shrieks and rolls around the bathroom floor. The remnants of the boy's arm exploded, the pale apricot flesh split into dozens of pieces and covered Antony's body. Each mass crawls on the skin of the prey as if it had life. He looked like his whole body was covered in leeches.

“Well, whaaah! Ahhhhhhh!”

A desperate scream. It was not an emotional reaction that frightened and felt physiological aversion to the flesh that climbed over the body. Antony could not concentrate on the question of this bizarre phenomenon. His brain seemed to burn white because of the throbbing pain in his body.

“Turn it off!"

Anthony could not see, but the butchers took their place and ripped his skin out with sharp teeth. After the exposure of the muscles and blood vessels, he stabbed a fang-like bolt and sucked his blood.

“Hehehehehehehehehe! ”

Antony scratches his body like crazy with his fingernails rolling around the floor. Apparently, a leech-like soft tissue scratched with no force. Antony's fingernails were tearing open only the unhealed skin of Master.

A man muttering quietly as he looked at the view behind one of the steps.

“Master, you should have dried up when you were hanging out with a lunatic like Hessler. ”

“Why Hassler? Though he's a little cranky and tasteful, he was fun and useful to know. I don't know if he's dead or alive right now. ”

“Madness is contagious. ”

“I haven't met him often enough to be contagious. You know, he didn't want to come out of the lab, but I didn't want to go there. I didn't want to set foot in the basement where Hessler's duplicate body was piled up, like a man who was choking on his own body after making a maximization of his resilience. We talked about magic mainly on the phone. ”

“· · · Even if you develop magic like this, you'll find it nauseating. ”

With one arm missing, Master Taekwondo leans forward.

“What do you think? It's an old-fashioned stereotype that you have to stick your fangs in your throat for the blood. Two 8-millimeter holes, pierced with a moon, sucking it in the side until it fills the stomach. with your mouth on your skin and your saliva. It's unhygienic, isn't it? Besides, it's sunscreen on the neck. Ouch, you're out of breath. Valentine, it's the 21st century. Look at that. How comfortable? ”

“... a bloody creature has a bat and a mosquito and why a leech? ”

“The simplest of them is the biostructure. Easy to make.”

Still, Valentine fills her tongue like she doesn't deserve it. He was holding on to the idea that the act of chopping up the flesh and transforming it into an invertebrate form was a dignified act that was not like the 'children of Eugene’.

Master, who was well aware of Valentine's usual beliefs, shrugged his shoulders instead of expressing his opinions. Anyway, the year of birth doesn't work well with the little ones who are faster than Jesus. Just change your name to modern. The way we behave is Valentinus, not Valentine.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuu! ”

Antony gradually loses his strength and twitches on the floor.

“That's enough. ”

Master called the leeches that covered the body of prey back to their original position.

Laryngoscope!

Fragments fly round and round, forming the boy's arms again. Antony's blood, sucked by leeches, was absorbed into Master's body naturally. The returning boy opened his fist with his right arm and circulated his blood. The blood color of the pale face is getting better.

“I'm going to lose my strength and fill my belly, George. ”

The boy, who was quite satisfied with his smile, sparkled his eyes.

“Hoo?”

Ughhhhhh!

The boy's gaze remained on the floor. A pink smoke was blooming from Antony's body, which had fallen out of his mind.

“I'll take care of that. ”

Valentine stepped back into the bathroom. I memorize the spell with an accomplice. But before the magic was complete, the smoke curled up his head.

And as soon as he came into contact with the smoke, Valentine's voice rang out in his head.

Worship! Be guided by the Great Being. Its noble name is' The joy of slaughter. ’By obeying his word, we will escape the pain of being a hundred billion times over!

Valentine pauses and silences the spell. The atmosphere is strange. Zija Master calls his name.

“Valentine?”

The notion of penetrating his spirit continued.

Hear, I believe, and I will be blessed. In despair, in pain, and in horror, let your sacrifices run wild. I will rejoice in God with the ecstasy of taking life at its peak!

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Valentine blinked several times. Then he opened his mouth. Spit gravely.

“· · · ah, it was like this. ”

“Hmm?”

Saburo looks at him as if he doesn't know English. Valentine shakes a pink smoke that gathers around her head with one index finger.

“Do you see the divine force acting on the part where the smoke came into contact? I almost got baptized. ”

“What?”

I spilled a frozen sound as if Saburo was absurd.

“Of course it didn't work for me. ”

A man with long hair talks and analyzes the power of the cold fumes on his fingers.

“And the effect of baptism seems to be the brainwashing system, as Eugene had guessed. ”

Master nodded and looked at the body of a man spread out on the floor.

“· · · Well, when I saw what he was doing, it was obvious that he had been brainwashed. ”

“It would have been better if it had been magic. Unfortunately, it's sacred.”

“Oh, wait a minute. The divine force acts on one part of the 'contact’? That is, after all, · · · · · ·. ”

After noticing that the boy was late, Valentine nodded and was positive.

“The fact that smoke touches my head is fundamentally different from the act of laying hands on the head of the congregation and imparting divine power. This smoke will soon be his flesh.”

The boy asks again as if it were unbelievable.

“So this pink smoke is a priest? ”

Valentine nods.

“Yes, a priest who tries to wash his brain with divine power. Hmm.”

I look at the smoke and talk.

“Of course, this doesn't work for us. Maybe an apostle or something? Though, I think the words in my head are just imitating the apostle. ”

After speaking, Valentine completed the magic again. The pink smoke, which had no effect on him, was absorbed into his hands in an instant and covered his tracks.

The man in the jewelry looked down at the palm of his hand, absorbing the xenophobia and sealing it.

“I don't know what kind of creature it is. Is the body microbial in size? Or a virus? A cluster, not an individual? ”

“You can take it and study it. Aah! I don't have Hessler, so it'll be my job. Valentine, why don't you go back to headquarters today? ”

“Yes, because I got a sample of the xenophobia. And we have to take him with us. ”

After speaking, Valentine's eyes are shining with a heavy glow.

“You were right to expect brainwashing. By the way, it's divine. ”

Fill your tongues. It is never a pleasure for a priest to leave something difficult to use and walk around this city.

“Wouldn't it be better if we just figured out the survival mechanisms, and then we grabbed them all and killed them? ”

“Eugene's choice, but it seems likely that he will eventually. Dangerous. God's influence increases with the presence of priests. ”

It was enough to bring the vigilance of the torturers to a boil, but the presence of the priest in New York, where the headquarters is located. Valentine mutters.

Only the body of the Savior who is regenerating in this city, his' second body ’, should be avoided by God. With that pledge, Valentine lifts Antony's body to the ground.

“Let's go.”

“Yes.”

The two men then collected Anthony of Nazin and went out.

In the bathroom where they disappeared, there was only one body of a woman submerged in a tub of blood. The last drop of tears from the cold-cooled pupil poured down without a sound. The colourless liquid flows along a gentle body that has not yet begun postmortem, then mixes with the blood and disappears.

Until the day Mrs. Webber on the second floor, who couldn't stand the stench, summoned the caretaker to force open door 302, Alexia's body was left in the bathtub. The NYPD wanted Antony King, a prominent suspect, all over the country, but he never showed up again.

Two new people have joined the crowd leaving New York since the incident. One was Mrs. Webber, the first witness at scene 302, and the other was a Columbian law school student named Bill, who filed a leave of absence within a week of the incident.

Of course, these two were just some of the many people leaving New York. The city's population was decreasing rapidly enough to make its citizens feel at ease. And it didn't take that long for everyone to realize that the proportion of people who were hidden in New York was so abrupt that they could not find a performance because of mere migration or refuge.

* * *

“· · · What did you say? ”

The frozen voice of a middle-aged man flowed out.

“Ugh, the reclusive, what? ”

Written Range Isolated by Hypothesis Barriers. All the soldiers gathered inside were shaking their heads and suffering. It was the sharp telepathy that dug their brains out.

Kim Kyung-hwan's group had just entered the barrier. I see a channel that looks like a blue disc from a distance. And a giant being standing in front of it. Fluorescent purple jellyfish like xenophobia was the subject of the notion that had just emerged.

A middle-aged man, instructor Seong-ho mutters, wrapping his head around his palm.

“You all just heard that, right? What are you looking for? ”

“He said he was looking for a reclusive soul. ”

Kim Kyung-hwan raised his voice quietly. He was more spontaneously responding to telepathy than anyone else.

“What kind of fat ghost is that? Why do you suddenly find your soul here? ”

Kim Kyung-hwan couldn't know the answer.

“At least the intentions are not mixed. Some people talk about peace, but emotions mixed with telepathy are quite friendly. ”

“No, can trainee Kim Kyung-hwan feel that too? ”

I remembered what the e-laser taught me. From the moment you encountered magic, did you say that the upheaval of the soul increased? The development of spiritual abilities made the notion more sensitive and deeper.

Kim Kyung-hwan nodded quietly. He acknowledged that only he could detect such subtle differences here. But it was just, that's all.

For others, you can do the impossible. That flattering emotion never came up again. The scale of what he had recently experienced was too great to pretend to be arrogant, and his unstable and twisted self-esteem had already collapsed after being shattered.

The instructor, who did not know the trick, stroked the rough jaw and said:

“But it hurts. No matter how friendly the opponent is, he doesn't know who he wants. A reclusive soul, I don't even know what you're talking about. Literally looking for a soul, or a metaphorical representation of a certain existence. ”

While Kim Kyung-hwan and the instructor were talking at a distance, the troops in front of him remained vigilant towards the xenophobic. Kim Kyung-hwan's group remained in a confrontational position until they arrived in Busan. In the meantime, I didn't see a covert helicopter in the air. This situation is not known externally.

The commanding officer, the consul, attempts to have a conversation. It was not his first attempt. The xenophobia has not responded so far and is now the first to release Telepathy. I couldn't miss this opportunity.

“Ah, ah, do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

There was no answer from the xenophobia. The commander again considered it a failure and frowned.

But it was a quick judgment. The presence of the massive hetero once again had a different response. However, unfortunately, the direction in which the response was directed was not that of the consular officer who had attempted the dialogue so far.

· · · I can't hear what you're saying. I heard about it, but it's a world that doesn't really connect with academic records. I want to talk to the Wizard. You have just entered this barrier.

The commander, who realized the meaning of the word of the Gentiles, looked behind him without even knowing.

It is clear who the opponent is referring to. Kim Kyung-hwan faced the instructor with a nervous expression. The instructor approached the communicator and began to communicate with the superiors beyond.

Wizard, I will ask you. Where is the Encompassing Soul?

The instructor's eyes shook. Yup, Kim Kyung-hwan swallowed the dried saliva. A creature with a great magical power that is not hostile but incomparable to itself. I felt the power emitted by the xenophobia sweep through my surroundings. There is no need for the opponent to refuse to plant Gus in the yard where he wants a conversation instead of violence.

Kim Kyung-hwan thought, "I don't have the talent to transmit telepathy yet. However, the jellyfish do not seem to understand the meaning of this language.

Here again I recall the teachings of the e-laser. Then I shed a smile mixed with self-help. In the end, is it the alien that helps at this moment?

Kim Kyung-hwan focused.

I don't know how to transmit my intentions, but I can open my own mind. An opponent who is capable of doing so opens a narrow door so that they can read their thoughts. I was convinced by the magical power surrounding my body right now. This is a wave of forces for communication.

He weakened the mental barrier while at the same time forming a clear will. Going one step further here could unleash the idea, but not even the technology. Encourages the opponent to read thoughts up to the allowed area. Kim Kyung-hwan said through fostering to best refine the thinking.

“· · · What is a reclusive soul? ”

This method seemed to be a success. The flow of horsepower around the body changes. The uttered voice itself is nothing but an unintelligible noise for the Gentiles, but the distinct thoughts that formed in their heads as they spoke could be read.

And Kim Kyung-hwan's guess was not wrong.

Oh, yeah. Now you're communicating. It's rewarding to wait for the Wizard.

The surprise commander's eyes widen. There was nothing different about the way he talked. However, the Lee Jong-hwan only seems to understand what Kim Kyung-hwan said. Instructor Seong-ho communicated the situation in front of his eyes over the radio in a low voice.

In the meantime, the notion of xenophobia continues.

The one I'm looking for, the 'soul of seclusion’, once the shell is in human form. Can you see the soul? Oh, you can't see. Then it will not be easy to distinguish it from a normal human being. But there's a trait that distinguishes him. Listen, Wizard.

Kim Kyeong-hwan raises his voice.

“· · · Say it. ”

The notion of xenophobic majesty resounded.

He is, a being made of the wreckage of destruction. A person who uses magic that does not originally wish for this dimension.

Kim Kyung-hwan narrowed his eyes. The wizards of the Earth will all belong there. As far as he knows, every human wizard has learned magic from a xenophobic race. Including yourself.

But the idea of a jellyfish didn't stop there.

He is the one who performed the task instead of the Savior with the human body.

“· · · The savior? ”

Kim Kyung-hwan said something he couldn't understand. But at that moment, unlike Kim Kyung-hwan, who was laughing at his head because he did not understand, the face of the instructor who had listened to his intentions next to him suddenly became white. His speech speeds up even faster with his low voice on the radio.

He was the destroyer who succeeded in doing what the Savior of this world had to do. A man who captured and banished God-made toys. Don't you know?

“God's toy? ”

It refers to the planting of the ear.

Concepts that I could not even understand were followed.

I don't think so. Do you understand if you explain it like this? He is rarely seen among the exterminators, but he is also deeply associated with the Saviors. He must have never crossed the wall of the immortal, but surprisingly, he called himself a servant of another dimension, bearing in his heart the 'channel’ of the greatest glory of the afflicted. Is there anyone who can guess if he talks this much?

As soon as he realized his intentions, Kim Kyung-hwan desperately closed his mind. When the xenophobia has no intention of being read, it conveys a mixed will of regret.

Ah, no one comes to mind even if they come here? I'm really troubled. Is he being thoroughly secluded from the MoD to suit his name? It's a wonder that the man's name isn't known.

Kim Kyung-hwan's back was sweating.

His head began to turn fast. A channel open to your chest?

Like before, I would hear this story and say, "What nonsense is this?" So far, hundreds of channels have been created all over the planet, but they have been created in a void where there is nothing. Including the Busan Channel where the jellyfish in front of your eyes are now coming out.

· · · · Nevertheless · · · · ·.

Kim Kyung-hwan hid his awe-inspiring look. Nevertheless, Kim Kyung-hwan had seen it recently. It means "open channel in the chest."

But · · ·!

He maintains a mental barrier to prevent thoughts from leaking out.

‘· · · The front and back are not right! ’

Yes, there was. He had witnessed that it was an open channel in his chest. On the day of the Hauntung disaster, a blue flash crossed the heart of a being so familiar to him that Kim Kyung-hwan saw it transform into a portal.

I think I should be sleepy just because the foreigner mentioned the phenomenon that only a few people, including myself, witnessed. In the meantime, there was one more factor that reversed Kim Kyung-hwan's heart.

The irradiators are heterogeneous. Yes, the irradiators that opened the channels in the chest are definitely heterogeneous.

By the way, why does that purple jellyfish keep calling that reclusive soul 'human’?

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