The Game of the Greatest Black Mage-Chapter 339

Chapter 339

2.

The Marod Knights.

Externally, it was a knight order known to be under the direct command of the Sword Saint of the Rieskan Kingdom, but it was a knight order known for its extremely cruel and ferocious nature and methods.

It was a knight order that didn't leave a very good impression even in the Rieskan Kingdom.

But internally, no one cared.

Because it was a knight order made up entirely of demons.

Who cares if anyone points fingers at them?

That was why they were very satisfied with this expedition as well.

There was a mission to send corpses and blood to the Demon Realm.

But anyway, it was true that they had to go out to war and slaughter countless people.

So they couldn't help but be happy.

However, Arba Zeck, the leader of the Marod Knights and a Baron of the Demon Realm, was not very pleased.

“Hmm.”

Slaughter?

Good.

He also likes battlefields where blood and flesh are rampant.

But more than that, Arba was full of thoughts about what to do if there was no opponent who could match him.

There was a mission.

But like a demon, Arba wanted an exciting battle more than anything else.

It would be nice if there was an opponent he could fight refreshingly.

‘I heard there was a mage who created a giant palm print a few days ago?’

At that news, he thought he might meet a decent opponent.

But since they had to launch a surprise attack, he might not be able to meet him.

That would be a real shame.

Anyway, a mission is a mission.

So he set out.

Unlike his excited subordinates, Arba's expression was consistently glum.

And above Arba's head, a wailing sound and a giant spirit hand tearing through the sky suddenly appeared.

It was the reappearance of the Grasp of Disaster that had appeared three days ago.

The Marod Knights, who were slaughtering users, momentarily looked up as if it were absurd.

“Spirits?”

“That number of spirits...”

“This won't be easy.”

Even for demons who love battle, it was an unusual power.

They muttered coldly.

But they didn't look despairing.

Rather, there were some guys who smiled as if it had become interesting.

Laughing like battle-crazed maniacs, they each prepared to defend against the Grasp of Disaster.

Watching those guys, the Vice-Commander, Nerk, called the Commander.

“Ba... no, Commander Arba.”

Demon Baron, Arba Zeck.

He curled up the corners of his mouth at Vice-Commander Nerk's words.

Thinking that he was finally on the battlefield he wanted, he smiled with a pounding heart.

Unlike Kalgrimir, who had just become a baron and was dealt with by Seonghyun a while ago, Arba was a proper noble who had become a baron quite a long time ago.

Naturally.

“I will handle it. You guys do whatever.”

As soon as Arba said that, the Marod Knights immediately turned their eyes away from the spirit hand.

Because they clearly saw what would happen if they offended the Commander, no, the Baron, who spoke so excitedly.

Having shouted that, Arba picked up a spear hanging from his back as if it were amusing.

Then, as he gripped the spear tightly.

Purple electric currents began to flow in all directions.

Pajijik—!

Then.

“Back off!!!”

“You’ll die if you get swept up!!!”

“Dodge!!!”

All the Marod Knights, who had been excitedly slaughtering just a moment ago, freaked out and retreated from Commander Arba, and other knights and soldiers of the Rieskan Kingdom also hurriedly retreated upon seeing him.

Without exception, they tried to get further away from Arba than from that Grasp of Disaster.

Soon, the moment the currents condensed in one place.

The purple current turned into a single spear and soared towards the sky.

It looked like a dragon ascending to heaven biting a magic pearl, and the moment that dragon collided with the giant spirit hand, ashen and purple currents exploded in the sky.

Kwaaaaaaaa——!!!

A torrent of shock swept through the sky, and a storm covered the ground belatedly.

Then, winds stronger than a typhoon raged in all directions, and unable to withstand it, the soldiers and knights of the Rieskan Kingdom, as well as the soldiers and mercenary users of Wirun, were all flung away here and there.

While getting swept away in all directions, only the Marod Knights were watching it clearly.

Amidst the collision that continued as if light were being extinguished and covering the world, a human figure clad in purple lightning leisurely descended from the air, gripping a single spear.

Watching that, the demons of the Marod Knights couldn't help but click their tongues.

“Wow, when is he going to be promoted to Viscount?”

“He's still far off compared to a Viscount, but...”

“He is strong, indeed.”

Talking like that, the demons were also admiring him involuntarily.

However, more than them, Arba searched the surroundings while falling from the air as if crashing.

He looked around with eyes as if searching for a beloved lover.

But he couldn't see any presence or power of that magnitude.

“Where are you.”

He shouted sharply and searched again.

But there was nothing to be seen.

But it's fine.

If he's not visible.

“I just have to make you appear.”

Saying so, Arba released his demonic energy.

Of course, he didn't forget to make it look like it originated from the demonic weapon.

Even though he was extremely excited, he wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish heaven from earth.

Pretending to emit the demonic energy of the demonic weapon like that, his eyes shone.

Let's see if you don't come out even after this.

With that thought, Arba used his skills.

[Due to the 『Fighting Spirit』 skill, Demon Baron Arba Zeck’s demonic energy and physical abilities are enhanced.]

[Due to the 『Distortion』 skill, Demon Baron Arba Zeck’s unique ability is enhanced.]

[Due to the 『Torrent』 skill, Demon Baron Arba Zeck’s unique ability melts into his demonic energy ability.]

[Due to the 『Domain』 skill, the status of Demon Baron Arba Zeck is elevated.]

As he cast a whopping four skills.

Arba's muscles began to squirm and transform.

The muscles that initially swelled as if twisted gradually compressed, becoming firm and lean, giving the impression of muscles built for practical combat.

However, demonic energy spewed out around Arba to the extent that the atmosphere shook like a heat haze.

In a state that was virtually close to his full power, Arba held the spear in a reverse grip and muttered.

“Let's see if you can hold out without coming out.”

Arba, smiling playfully, released his demonic energy as if erupting in that state.

Pajijijiji———!!!

All the demonic energy from the Torrent was converted into his unique ability, and purple lightning spread out in all directions.

Then, it gradually melted into the spear and condensed in one place, and as the spear harbored purple lightning that could be called radiance to the point where its original form was unrecognizable.

A purple glint shot out from Arba's eyes.

And then.

“Seuuuup.”

After taking a deep breath, he cocked the spear held in a reverse grip back and threw it in that state.

Then, the purple spear, emitting light brilliantly like radiance, spewed out a torrent of lightning and poured down like a thunderbolt from a thunder god punishing the earth.

The flash of lightning, the size of a mountain, was poised to sweep through the entire Wirun, and seeing it, the citizens of Wirun could feel the exact same feeling as when Badia faced the giant spirit hand.

However, unlike the spirit hand, the purple lightning, which was not slow and turned into light to sweep everything away, flew in quickly as if to stop their thinking.

Kwagagagagaga!!!

The moment Wirun was about to be destroyed in itself.

Darkness covering the purple light appeared in front of Wirun's castle wall, and as if the darkness itself wasn't enough, a giant ashen spirit pushed from behind as if aiding the curtain of darkness, and the darkness blocked the purple lightning along with intense heat and violet flames.

Then, the purple lightning, violet flames, darkness, and the ashen spirit tangled together and spread to the surroundings with the momentum to destroy the world.

What spread out first was light mixed with all sorts of colors.

In a world flickering as light spread in all directions as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, darkness belatedly followed behind, wrapping everything in darkness.

After that, formless spirits tore into hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of strands, embracing the violet flames and purple lightning that were trying to swallow each other with darkness as if overlapping them.

Like that, as the wave no longer spread and was eaten by the darkness, reducing its size.

Everything that was there disappeared as if annihilated, leaving not even dust behind.

Kugugugugu——.

The castle wall didn't collapse; it literally vanished as if lost.

A gaping hole in the wall.

Since it was wrapped in darkness, the damage didn't spread further.

But those caught inside disappeared without leaving even a corpse.

What if that wave had spread in all directions?

Not only Wirun but Badia as well would not have remained intact.

Those who realized this felt a chill running down their spines and swallowed hard.

But whether they did or not.

Arba, who was still descending from the sky, was looking at a person floating in the air just like himself with an expression that said, "I knew it."

A user wearing a black crown made of black crystal, hiding his face with a black mask, and wearing fluttering black robes.

Someone looked at him and shouted.

“I-it’s the Demon King!?”

“That spirit hand was the Demon King’s skill!?”

“Crazy!?”

“No, but what on earth... is that Marod Knight Commander!?”

“He seems to be the owner of a demonic spear?”

“Th-that’s no joke.”

The users murmured, freaking out.

But soon they came to their senses and said.

“Let's block them too!!!”

“Even if the Marod Knights are there, we have far greater numbers!!!”

“Users, arise!!!”

As they shouted that, the users returned to the battlefield.

Seeing that, the Marod Knights sneered fishily and shouted.

“You're just moths to a flame!!!”

“I'll tear you all to shreds!!!”

“It's a slaughter party!!!”

The demons of the Marod Knights were so excited.

But in front of them, a blue-green portal opened and Seonghyun's vassals appeared.

“Slaughter?”

“Hahaha, a demon knight order, what an interesting knight order.”

“Hmm~ Try it if you can.”

“It's been a while. I will step up too.”

-It, it won't be easy.

-Kuhahahaha!!! War! It's war!!!

-For the Lord!!!

-Ouch! There are so many. Even if they decrease, it won't even show.

-Mumble mumble mumble mumble.

-The old master also says to clean up!!!

-Bbieeeeeee!!!

-Kkaeeeeeek!!!

The Marod Knights, who were triumphant, also had no choice but to swallow hard at the appearance of the vassals, each of whom was extraordinary.

And seeing Seonghyun's vassals popping out like that, the users shouted even louder.

“It's the Demon King's vassals!!!”

“Reinforcements!!!”

“Let's join too!!!”

Where else would there be such reassuring allies?

At the appearance of Seonghyun's vassals, morale soared sky-high, and the vassals also began to head out to battle against the Marod Knights.

And unlike the beginning, two people stood tall in the air, far from the tense war situation.

No, one person and one demon were looking at each other.

Arba, who retrieved the spear wrapped in lightning again and swung it around, loosening up his body.

And Seonghyun, who drew his sword towards such a guy.

Like that, after both finished preparing.

As they rushed at each other without any particular conversation, Arba's spear, which became a purple lightning bolt splitting the sky, and Seonghyun's sword, covering the sky with darkness, clashed.