The Game of the Greatest Black Mage-Chapter 334

Chapter 334

With those words from the Sword Saint, a wicked demonic energy rippled from the mirror and took on a form.

As the thick demonic energy of the Demon Realm flowed out, the Sword Saint frowned in displeasure.

But there was nothing he could do.

It was none other than himself who had made the contract with the Demon Archduke.

A contract passed down from the previous Sword Saint.

Although it was an awkward relationship.

He thought it was nothing more than a wounded beast.

Soon, as demonic energy filled the room.

The form was finally complete in the mirror the Sword Saint was facing.

However, although the form was not yet distinct.

The Sword Saint knew well that this meant all preparations were complete.

“It's been a long time. You must have heard about the damn weapon imbued with demonic energy?”

At the Sword Saint's words, spoken as if snarling fiercely, the Demon Archduke sneered as if it were ridiculous.

-To think a mere mortal would struggle so.

With those words, the density of the demonic energy spreading around soared considerably.

Tremendous pressure.

But the Sword Saint, as expected, cut through all that demonic energy with his aura.

Although the demonic energy was split like sunlight cutting through darkness.

The demonic energy still remained intact.

It had only retreated momentarily after being cut.

Its power had not diminished.

“Tsk.”

The Sword Saint also frowned as he faced the Archduke.

Even though he was one of the transcendents, the Archduke was certainly the sole Archduke of that Demon Realm.

He had to be considered a cut above a transcendent.

Indeed, if he had been clumsy, he would have annulled the contract of the predecessor long ago.

Although the Sword Saint stepped forward ridiculously, the Archduke let it slide.

-Mortal, I acknowledge your hard work. I will send new technicians.

“...I didn't call you to discuss such things, but I will accept them.”

Although he acted proud not to lose a single word.

The Sword Saint was also inwardly relieved.

He had just been in trouble because there were no technicians.

However, the Archduke tilted his head as if puzzled by that story.

-Not a place to discuss technicians... then for what purpose did you call me?

Truly a demon-like voice and atmosphere.

But the Sword Saint answered without caring about such things.

“The reason I called you today is to store the bodies that will be derived from the war.”

-Oho?

The Demon Archduke honestly couldn't help but be a little impressed upon hearing the Sword Saint's story.

A hero who sacrifices his own people for his own prosperity.

Isn't this state of affairs too funny and ridiculous?

Indeed, who called the demon race evil?

Wouldn't humans be the beings closest to evil?

The Demon Archduke thought so and asked.

-Is it to make weapons imbued with demonic energy with that massive amount of blood and bodies?

“As expected of the Demon Archduke.”

-Oho.

Should I say it is truly unlike a hero?

While talking about that.

The Sword Saint suddenly brought up a topic.

“Last time, Archduke, I tried to kill the Overlord with the secret art you taught me, but he pushed my soul away with a bizarre technique. I’m sure you said no one could handle souls, so how did that happen?”

-…What did you say?

The Demon Archduke could not hide his shock upon hearing that story.

Handling souls?

The new Overlord?

It doesn't make sense.

Souls are a realm that no one can see, let alone touch.

But to think he pushed it away.

‘The new Overlord is even more of a monster.’

He pondered whether he should dispose of him before time passed.

And then.

‘My wound is throbbing.’

Even though hundreds of years had passed, the wound that still hadn't fully healed felt like it was throbbing.

The other Archdukes, who could be called his political enemies, also all died that day, leaving him the sole Archduke.

But because he couldn't even heal his wounds, he had been invaded by dukes of other factions.

Of course, he healed his wounds as much as possible and drove them out.

But since the wound was still not fully healed.

The Demon Archduke trembled slightly in fear.

“What, are you afraid of the Overlord too?”

As the Sword Saint spoke as if mocking the Archduke.

The Archduke glared at the Sword Saint as if it were absurd.

Then.

“I will take care of the Overlord myself. You take charge of Over Palace.”

-…? No matter how much the Overlord hasn't grown, it will be difficult unless you step up yourself. Do you have a way to silence the will of the world?

“No, I found something better than that.”

-What is it?

“I found a user of the Galaxy Sword Dance.”

What is this simpleton talking about?

If it's the Galaxy Sword Dance, he seems to be talking about the Hero Hindel's swordsmanship.

‘So what?’

The Archduke seriously considered asking because he genuinely didn't know.

Because the Sword Saint seemed to be under some great delusion.

However.

“If only I find the user of the Galaxy Sword Dance, the Overlord will be nothing.”

It seemed he was seriously thinking that way.

The Demon Archduke looked at the Sword Saint for a moment, pondering.

He opened his mouth.

-…I hope you find him.

“Just focus on Over Palace.”

He should also consider terminating the contract soon.

Even if Hindel came back to life, it was clear that he wouldn't stand a chance against Over Palace.

It seemed this Sword Saint, who knew nothing but the sword, truly thought Hindel had defeated Helena.

The longer he held hands with such an ignorant guy, the more he would lose.

Was it said that an incompetent ally is scarier than a powerful enemy?

Recalling that maxim, the Demon Archduke thought sincerely.

‘I should terminate the contract soon.’

Anyway, since they were under contract for now.

-Very well. Tell me the date of the war.

“Three days later. I will aim for that time.”

The Sword Saint said so.

The Archduke nodded upon hearing those words.

And then.

-Understood. I will collect all the bodies and blood there.

Saying that, the Archduke's figure disappeared, as if the meeting was completely over.

Looking at the mirror where the Archduke had disappeared, the Sword Saint smiled fishily.

Since he had discovered traces of the Galaxy Sword Dance.

The disappearance of the technician wasn't a big loss.

The Archduke had said he would send a new one anyway.

Anyway.

‘I should inquire a bit more actively.’

The owner of the Galaxy Sword Dance.

It was known that the lineage had been cut off after Hindel.

To think it had continued until now.

If only he could get his hands on the user of the Galaxy Sword Dance.

‘I could manipulate him as I please.’

Thinking such impossible thoughts, the Sword Saint fell into meditation again to heal his wounded soul.

6.

The city of Badia in the Rieskan Kingdom.

And the Wirun Territory of the Vallian Empire located on the border with Badia.

The war between these two territories was old enough to be historic.

It had been going on for nearly a thousand years already.

In Badia, in a way, the atmosphere was similar to a festival in other regions.

War broke out once a week and there were quite a few casualties.

But the people of this region were only those who enjoyed such struggles and battles.

Also, the atmosphere of that week would lead into that war.

And since today happened to be such a war day, quite a lot of people gathered.

On the other hand, unlike Badia, Wirun Territory approached the war in a fairly moderate way.

Since the Vallian Empire was an empire where magic was greatly developed.

The atmosphere was bound to be quite different from Rieskan, called the Kingdom of Knights.

Rather than a battle-crazed aspect.

It was an atmosphere closer to a testing ground for experimenting with new magic or hexes.

Actually, he didn't know if it was moderate.

But didn't it feel that way anyway?

Likewise, as the day of war approached today, various scrolls and grimoires were coming and going, preparing for war.

“Out of the way, out of the way! I'm moving grimoires!!!”

“Reagents coming through!!! They might explode!!!”

“Ah-ah! We are preparing for war, looking for outsiders to help!!!”

Usually, no matter which city you went to, it was rare for NPCs to be noisy even if users were noisy, but here, for some reason, the NPCs were noisier.

Seonghyun was quite amazed watching that scene.

Because it definitely felt more like a festival here too, rather than a war.

Well, Seonghyun was similar.

He had asked the Serul Spire to get information, but he came to experience it firsthand for now.

‘Hmm, it's also good to test the Necromancer Lord.’

If this kind of war happened every week, he thought there would be far more users than NPCs.

But surprisingly, he was told it was about half and half.

Since it was before he got the information.

He was here to enjoy it simply, and he had already applied to participate in the war.

Seonghyun's assignment was a mage position on the castle walls.

He was told he just had to fire magic like artillery.

‘Is it starting soon?’

Seeing that it was almost time, Seonghyun headed up the castle wall with slightly expectant eyes.

After a minor inspection, he climbed up the wall and saw a scenery that could be called spectacular.

The vast plains stretched out, preserving the traces of war, showing how old it was. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The atmosphere was good enough to be called the Plains of War.

Besides.

‘I just have to use magic bombardment here, right?’

He especially liked that he just had to shoot magic pew pew.

It felt more like coming for a real magic experiment than a war, so it was even better.

As Seonghyun stayed quiet like that.

“Everyone to your positions!!!”

“Please be careful not to interfere with each other's magic!!!”

“Please work hard everyone!!!”

“Now, now! It's starting soon!!!”

Suddenly it became noisy, so he waited.

The sound of a horn was heard from far away on the Badia side.

After that, a whistling arrow announcing the war was fired.

And Badia's whistling arrows flew toward the castle wall like rain.

Piyuuuuuuuu——!!

Piyuuuuuuuu——!!!

However, the barrier on the castle wall blocked all those arrows.

And knights from the Badia side began to rush in madly.

It's finally starting.

Seonghyun thought so and smiled broadly.

Sure enough, as various magic poured down from the castle walls, the movement of the knights rushing toward the wall stopped for a moment.

Indeed, it was quite a struggle to reach the castle wall through such a barrage of magic.

Still, the knights of Badia charged somehow, raising their shields to block the magic.

There were also melee class users.

And as support class users protected the vanguard from magic to some extent.

The advance gradually became faster.

‘I have to get a large amount of blood here.’

Since he was confident in annihilation.

Seonghyun looked at them and wanted to try it himself.

‘Shall I try using the power of the Necromancer Lord then?’

The power of the Necromancer Lord that Will used was a method of communicating with spirits.

He treated spirits mainly like friends, merging them into one or making them powerful.

What Seonghyun was going to test this time was the latter method.

‘Grasp of Disaster.’

One of the types of necromancy magic Will had shown.

A technique that gathers spirits together to form a giant spirit hand and slams it down.

However, there was something Seonghyun hadn't considered.

System-wise, for necromancy-type magic, the number of spirits was often determined by how many casualties there had been in that location.

And how much mana one possessed was also quite important.

Seonghyun had absurdly used about half of his mana here.

As a result.

Something appeared, splitting the dark clouds floating in the sky.

It looked like a pillar, but seeing the long, sharp ashen fingernails lined up, the knights of Badia looked up at the sky in horror.

And as the dark clouds cleared, a spirit hand the size of a mountain appeared there.

Kuwuwuwuwu———!!!

Watching that, Seonghyun muttered simply.

“Hmm, it's bigger than I thought.”

At the same time.

“Run awaaaaay!!!!!!”

A knight shouted.