I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 83

Boom!

Boom!

From the outskirts of the Valerand battlefield, where the great commanders were stationed, loud explosions echoed one after another.

The cause of the explosions was none other than Michael and Maltyel's dark magic. They were attempting to break through the barrier that stretched across the battlefield and flee Valerand as quickly as possible.

The option of fighting against the Sword Saint didn’t exist ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) for the two great commanders. No matter how powerful the great commanders were, they knew all too well that they could not match the Sword Saint’s power.

"I’ll give you ten seconds."

For the two great commanders, the Sword Saint’s declaration was an opportunity they couldn’t afford to miss.

They had judged that the Sword Saint would be unable to act until the safety of the injured and the less skilled soldiers was guaranteed. Seizing this chance, the two great commanders began to run at full speed toward the opposite direction of the battlefield.

As a result, they stopped at the edge of the translucent barrier created by Bell.

Crunch!

As soon as Michael collided with the translucent wall, he poured magic into it to create an escape route.

He fired black rays of light from his fingertips and even shaped toxic blood into spears, launching them at the wall.

But despite all those attacks, the translucent wall remained steadfast, silent in its place.

Without a single scratch or dent.

"...Interesting. I thought I knew all the magic of the Fire School, but this is the first time I’ve seen such a spell. Did you develop this yourself?"

Michael shot a few more spells at the translucent wall, then placed his hand against it, concentrating on the sensations at his fingertips. Even in this life-threatening moment, the great commander, who controlled magic and knowledge, seemed intrigued by the mysterious magic that had appeared before him.

"Is it indestructible? The size of the barrier is so large that it covers all of Valerand. It shouldn’t be that strong."

Standing next to Michael, Maltyel also placed his hand on the translucent wall.

It was a strange sensation—when he pressed against the wall, he should have felt resistance, but there was nothing. It was as if he were pushing into empty space. No matter how much force he applied, his arm wouldn’t move forward.

"...No, it’s not based on the five basic elements. Is it from a special school of magic?"

"Do you think there’s a way to break through it?"

If the great commanders could escape, the demon army would quickly recover their forces.

Mutated creatures could be created again, and high-ranking demons could be reassigned by the Demon King.

While it took an average of four years for the Demon King to create a great commander, it took less than two hours to create a high-ranking demon.

Even if all their troops were lost, as long as the great commanders survived, they could fully recover from today’s losses within a month.

"...I guess we’ll only know once we analyze it."

"Hmm."

Maltyel turned his head toward the center of the battlefield in silence.

There, mirages were rising.

"Overwhelming."

Bin, who had never witnessed the Sword Saint properly fight, focused all his attention on his back.

Although the Sword Saint had once protected him, Bin had lost consciousness due to the aftereffects of "Bloom," and had never seen the Sword Saint’s battle with his own eyes.

"...This is a sight I’ll rarely witness in my lifetime. I can’t miss a single thing."

Whether he liked it or not, Bin had to one day become as strong as the Sword Saint.

Though the Sword Saint was not a magician like Bin, simply witnessing the battle of the strongest being, known as the "present and future of the continent," would be a great learning experience.

The way he controlled the battlefield, his strategies for leading a battle even when outnumbered... there was so much Bin still lacked.

As if in response to Bin’s gaze, the Sword Saint slowly drew his thin blade, preparing his stance.

"I will personally deal with the great commanders. You handle the mutated creatures."

"...Understood!"

The officer, who had heard the Sword Saint’s command directly, replied in a choked voice.

"All forces, kill the mutated creatures and demons! Prevent anyone from interfering with the general’s fight!"

"Uaaaaa!"

The loud cries filled the air. The blue sky, the sun, and the wind all remained silent as the soldiers, whose pain had dulled, once again raised their swords.

"......Ariel! Lend me your troops! Quickly!"

"Tch."

Laguel, the great commander whose troops had been slaughtered by the Sword Saint, shouted in a desperate voice.

Soon, sharp bones flew from the frozen hill in the distance toward the soldiers.

A massive mutated creature with a body large enough to rival a whale, and huge arms, loudly shook the ground as it charged toward the soldiers.

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The monsters, as if preparing to spit, pursed their lips and began launching bones from their massive mouths.

"Block them!"

The soldiers' shields gathered around the mage, who wrapped a protective barrier around them.

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The bones, having lost their force after hitting the barrier, bounced off the soldiers' shields easily. Arrows then shot out from the gaps in the formation, aiming directly for the eyes of the huge mutated creatures charging in the distance.

"Leave it to me."

The Sword Saint passed by, his leather cloak fluttering, just above the soldiers’ heads.

Determined not to miss a single moment of the fight, Bin fixed his eyes on him and moved his pupils to follow the movement.

The Sword Saint, brushing past the soldiers’ heads, quickly weaved through the formation of mutated creatures that had gathered to protect Laguel.

With a look of terror on his face, Laguel spread his wings and flew into the air.

Once again, mirages wavered and teased the boy’s eyes.

The weak boy had no choice but to momentarily close his eyes.

In that fleeting moment, everything was decided.

Laguel’s two wings, now high in the air, detached from his body.

"Is that Laguel? Our mage told me that you are the weakest among the great commanders."

Without his wings, Laguel lost balance in mid-air. However, the Sword Saint, who had never had wings from the start, maintained his posture in the air as firmly as if he were standing on the ground.

"Sleep...!"

The Sword Saint’s blade severed the remaining wing that was still attached to Laguel’s body. Soon, the pitiful body began to plummet toward the ground.

The Sword Saint's arm didn’t stop.

His slender blade traced a perfect line as it detached Laguel's head from the body, which was already falling toward the ground.

From behind the helplessly falling Laguel, new wings began to grow from his back. The body, now headless, reached out its palm to the sky, releasing black light.

Scratch.

Laguel’s arm, which had been preparing a spell, was immediately severed. Poisonous blood sprayed in all directions, but the Sword Saint continued his next movement without blinking.

‘It wasn’t the wings. Neither the head nor the arms. The recovery is still centered around the torso.’

To kill a demon, you must find and destroy the ‘core’ hidden somewhere in its body.

No matter how much blood is spilled, as long as the core remains intact, demons will endlessly regenerate their bodies.

‘Next, I’ll cut off the legs.’

Thus, when fighting demons, it’s crucial to find where their core is hidden in their bodies.

Scratch!

Once again, the Sword Saint’s blade savagely cut into Laguel’s body.

At this moment, the first of Laguel’s wings that had been severed began to regenerate.

Struggling to regain his balance, Laguel flapped his half-grown wings in a frantic attempt to stay aloft.

"Stay still."

The Sword Saint, clearly annoyed by Laguel’s flapping wings, sliced open his chest and abdomen.

‘Now, where is it?’

The method for finding the demon’s core was simple.

The great commander’s body was thoroughly dissected, section by section, until the core’s location could be pinpointed.

From the severed upper body, Laguel’s face slowly began to grow back.

Fear of death was clearly etched on his newly formed face.

"There."

When a demon’s body is cut apart, it regenerates around its core.

The Sword Saint, analyzing the subtle differences in the regeneration speed of Laguel’s severed wings and arms, deduced where the core was likely located in Laguel’s chest.

‘It’s the left side. Near the heart.’

The Sword Saint thought Laguel to be foolish. Of all the great commanders he had cut down, not one had hidden their core in what humans commonly consider as vital spots.

That’s because most humans unconsciously focus their attacks on those areas.

That was why the Sword Saint had first severed the wings and limbs.

"Well, if you used that fact against me, I’ll admit it."

The Sword Saint set his blade firmly and pulled his arm back to begin carving into the part of Laguel’s chest where he suspected the core to be.

Whooosh―!

At that moment, a massive gust of wind and a sonic boom arrived.