The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 339

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Episode 339
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2.
The Marod Knight Order.
Officially known as the Sword Saint’s direct subordinate knights of the Riescan Kingdom, the order had earned a reputation for brutality and savagery in both temperament and methods.
Even within the Riescan Kingdom, they left little favorable impression.
Yet internally, none paid it any mind.
For the entire order was composed of Demons.
What did it matter if humans pointed fingers at them?
Thus, this sortie too was met with great satisfaction.
There was a mission to send corpses and blood to the Demon Realm.
But regardless, they would march to war and slaughter countless souls—this much was certain.
And so they rejoiced without restraint.
Yet Arba Zeck, captain of the Marod Knight Order and Baron of the Demon Realm, was far from pleased.
“Hmm.”
Slaughter?
Good.
A battlefield awash in blood and flesh held its appeal as well.
But Arba’s mind was consumed with a single worry: what if there existed no opponent worthy of standing against him?
There was a mission, true.
Yet like any Demon, Arba craved combat that would truly excite him.
How he wished for a worthy adversary to test himself against.
‘They say there was a mage who left behind a massive handprint days ago?’
Upon hearing this, he had entertained the thought that he might face a formidable opponent.
But since they must strike by surprise, he might never encounter them.
That would be most unfortunate.
Still, a mission was a mission.
And so they advanced.
Unlike his eager subordinates, Arba’s expression remained perpetually sullen.
And then, suddenly above his head, a bone-chilling wail tore through the sky as an enormous spectral hand materialized.
The calamity’s grasp—the same disaster that had appeared four days prior—had returned.
The Marod Knight Order, mid-slaughter of the players, suddenly looked up at the sight in utter bewilderment.
“A specter?”
“Such numbers of specters… ”
“This will not be easy.”
Even for Demons who reveled in combat, the power on display was extraordinary.
They muttered thus with cooling fervor.
Yet despair did not cloud their faces.
Some even grinned with keen interest, as though mad with battle-lust.
Laughing wildly like those intoxicated by combat, they began preparing their defenses against the calamity’s grasp.
Watching such creatures, Vice-Captain Nerk called out to the Captain.
“Sir… I mean, Captain Arba Zeck.”
Arba Zeck, Baron of the Demon Realm.
He curled the corners of his mouth upward at Nerk’s words.
With a heart racing at the thought that he had finally arrived at the battlefield he desired, he smiled.
Unlike Kalgmir, who had only recently become a Baron after Sung-hyun dealt with him, Arba was a proper nobleman who had held the rank of Baron for quite some time.
Naturally.
“I’ll handle this. Do as you see fit.”
The moment Arba spoke thus, the Marod Knight Order immediately averted their gaze from the Commander’s hand.
They could plainly see what would happen if they irritated the Captain—or rather, the Baron—who spoke with such enthusiasm.
Having declared this, Arba grasped a spear that hung across his back with evident delight.
Then he gripped the spear with tremendous force.
Violet lightning began coursing in all directions.
Crackle—!
Then.
“Fall back!!!”
“You’ll die if you’re caught in it!!!”
“Scatter!!!”
The entire Marod Knight Order, who had been gleefully slaughtering moments before, recoiled in terror from Captain Arba, and the knights and soldiers of the Riescan Kingdom likewise scrambled away upon seeing him.
All of them sought to distance themselves from Arba rather than from the calamity’s grasp.
In the instant when all the lightning converged into a single point.
The violet current transformed into a single spear, surging skyward.
Like a dragon bearing a pearl ascending to heaven, the moment that dragon collided with the Commander’s colossal hand, the Commander’s ashen form and violet lightning erupted in the heavens.
Roooaaarrr—!!!
The shockwave swept across the sky, and a tempest belatedly engulfed the earth.
Then a wind more formidable than any hurricane tore across all directions, and unable to withstand it, soldiers and knights of the Riescan Kingdom, mercenary users from Wiron alike, were sent tumbling in every direction.
Amidst the chaos sweeping all around, only the Marod Knight Order could see it clearly.
As collisions continued like fading light, consuming the world in brilliance, the form of a human gripping a single spear, descending leisurely through the void, wreathed in violet thunder.
The Demon Race members of the Marod Knight Order could not help but click their tongues in admiration.
“When did you get promoted to Countess?”
“Still not quite at the Countess level, but…”
“You’re certainly strong.”
Speaking thus, the Demons could not help but marvel.
Yet even as they spoke, Arba scanned his surroundings while plummeting through the air.
His gaze swept about as though searching for a beloved lover.
But he sensed no presence, nor did he perceive any power of comparable magnitude.
“Where are you.”
He called out sharply and searched once more.
There was nothing to be seen.
But that was fine.
If it cannot be seen.
“Then I’ll simply make it appear.”
With those words, Arba Zeck unleashed his demonic energy.
Of course, he took care to make it seem as though it originated from the Demon Beast.
Even in his excitement, he retained enough sense to distinguish between heaven and earth.
His eyes gleamed as he feigned releasing the Demon Beast’s demonic energy.
Let’s see if it still doesn’t emerge after this.
With that thought, Arba Zeck activated his skills.
[Due to the ‘Resolve’ skill, the demonic energy and physical abilities of Demon Realm Baron Arba Zeck are enhanced.]
[Due to the ‘Distortion’ skill, the unique ability of Demon Realm Baron Arba Zeck is enhanced.]
[Due to the ‘Torrent’ skill, the unique ability merges into the demonic energy ability of Demon Realm Baron Arba Zeck.]
[Due to the ‘Domain’ skill, the rank of Demon Realm Baron Arba Zeck rises.]
As he cast four skills in succession.
Arba Zeck’s muscles began to writhe and transform.
The muscles that initially swelled as though twisted gradually compressed, becoming taut and lean—the appearance of practical combat muscles far more refined than before.
Yet around Arba Zeck, demonic energy poured forth with such intensity that the very air shimmered like heat haze.
In a state approaching full power, Arba Zeck gripped his spear in reverse and spoke in a murmur.
“Let’s see if you still won’t come out now.”
A playful smile crossed Arba Zeck’s face as he released his demonic energy in that state.
Fzzzzzzzzz———!!!
All the demonic energy from the Torrent converted into his unique ability, and violet lightning scattered in all directions.
It gradually melted into the spear, condensing into a single point, and the spear’s original form became unrecognizable beneath a radiance—if one could call it that—of violet lightning.
Violet light blazed from Arba Zeck’s eyes.
Then.
“Shhhhh.”
He drew a deep breath, pulled the reverse-gripped spear back, and hurled it in that posture.
The violet spear, radiating brilliance like pure radiance, poured down like the thunderbolt of a thunder god punishing the earth, spewing forth torrents of lightning.
The flash of lightning, vast as a mountain, swept across all of Wiron, and the citizens of Wiron felt the exact same dread they had experienced when Badia faced the colossal hand of a wraith.
Yet unlike the wraith’s hand, which moved slowly, the violet lightning—transformed into light that consumed all—descended with terrifying speed that seemed to halt their very thoughts.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!!!
The moment Wiron itself seemed destined for annihilation.
Darkness obscuring the violet light appeared before Wiron’s City Wall, and as if darkness alone was insufficient, a colossal ashen wraith pushed from behind like a barrier of darkness, and the darkness—accompanied by searing heat and violet flames—blocked the violet lightning.
Then the violet lightning, violet flames, darkness, and ashen wraith tangled together, spreading outward with the momentum to obliterate the world itself.
What spread forth first was light of every hue mingled together.
As if a nuclear explosion had detonated, light scattered in all directions, flickering across the world, and darkness followed belatedly, engulfing everything in its embrace.
Thereafter, formless wraiths—hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of them—were torn asunder, and they enveloped the violet flames and violet lightning that sought to devour one another within the darkness like a shroud.
As the shockwave ceased spreading further and was consumed by darkness, its magnitude diminished.
Everything that had existed there vanished without even leaving dust behind.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble———.
The City Wall did not collapse—it simply vanished as though erased from existence.
With a deafening crack, the City Wall lay breached.
Though the darkness that enveloped it prevented the devastation from spreading further.
Those caught within it vanished without even leaving corpses behind.
Had that shockwave rippled outward in all directions?
Wiron would have been devastated, and Badia would scarcely have fared better.
Those who grasped this reality felt a chill run down their spines as they swallowed hard.
Yet regardless of such fears.
Arba Zeck, descending from above, wore an expression of grim inevitability as he gazed upon a single figure hovering in the void beside him.
A player adorned with a black crown fashioned from obsidian crystal, their face concealed behind a black mask, draped in billowing black robes.
Someone cried out upon seeing them.
“The Demon King!?”
“That commander’s hand was the Demon King’s skill!?”
“Insane!?”
“But what exactly is this Marod Knight Order captain…!?”
“They seem to be the wielder of Ma-chang?”
“This is no joke.”
The players muttered in horror.
But soon they regained their composure and shouted.
“We must hold them back!!!”
“Even with the Marod Knight Order, our numbers far exceed theirs!!!”
“Players, rise up!!!”
With those words, the players surged back onto the Battlefield.
The Marod Knight Order members who witnessed this laughed with bloodlust and roared.
“Like moths to a flame!!!”
“We’ll tear you all to shreds!!!”
“A slaughter party!!!”
The Demon members of the Marod Knight Order reveled in their excitement.
Yet before them, a teal portal opened, and Sung-hyun’s Retinue emerged.
“A slaughter?”
“Hehehehe, a Demon Knight Order—how amusing.”
“Hmm~ feel free to try.”
“It has been some time. I shall join the fray as well.”
-This won’t be easy.
-Kahahaha!!! War! Glorious war!!!
-For our lord!!!
-Wow! There are so many. Even if we thin them out, it won’t make a dent.
-Muttering and grumbling.
-The master commands us to clean house!!!
-Squeeeeeee!!!
-Cawwwwww!!!
The Marod Knight Order, who had been brimming with confidence at the appearance of such extraordinary Minions, could not help but swallow hard.
And as Sung-hyun’s Retinue burst forth, the users cried out even louder.
“The Demon King’s Minions!!!”
“Reinforcements!!!”
“Let’s join them!!!”
Where could one find such dependable allies?
With the arrival of Sung-hyun’s Retinue, morale soared to the heavens, and the Minions themselves surged forward into battle against the Marod Knight Order.
Yet apart from the now-evenly matched warfare below, two figures stood solitary in the empty sky.
Rather, one man and one Demon faced each other.
Arba Zeck retrieved his spear wreathed in lightning and swung it in loose circles, warming up his body.
And Sung-hyun, drawing his blade to face him.
Once both had finished their preparations,
without further words, they charged at each other—Arba Zeck’s spear became a violet lightning that split the heavens, while Sung-hyun’s blade became darkness that shrouded the sky, and they collided.

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