I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 93

A faint lightning rode through the air, tickling the overlord’s ears.

The sky had not yet made a sound. The huge lightning that struck the spot whenever the boy used Bloom was silent this time.

“.......”

There was no sound, no light, no explosion.

Aside from the occasional sparks that burst from the boy’s body, nothing in the world had changed.

A chill ran down the overlord’s shoulders.

If the one standing across from the boy right now was someone clumsy and incompetent, he might have hastily concluded that the boy’s magic had failed.

However, Malthael was not that stupid.

“......Ha!”

Cold sweat began to flow from Malthael’s body.

Fear surged and courage of the same size rose up in his chest at the same time.

He had fought the monster many times against the Black Sword, but this was the first time he had felt such fighting spirit.

“It’s funny, that kid who was clumsy and awkward until two or three months ago.”

Malthael did not think of the boy in front of him as ‘prey.’ He did not think of him as an enemy one level lower than himself, nor did he even think of him as an equal opponent.

The great monarch who had been rolling around the battlefield for 30 years and taken the lives of tens of millions of the continent’s citizens wanted to ‘challenge’ the boy in front of him.

That was the pure emotion that bloomed in the overlord’s heart at that moment.

“Shut up.”

With the boy’s words, a small lightning bolt shot through the air and aimed for Malthael’s head.

The overlord quickly ducked his upper body to avoid the lightning bolt, but his face was grazed by the outgoing lightning branches.

His skin burned and his flesh burst. His pitch-black teeth were revealed through his pierced cheeks, and dirty blood began to drip down.

Malthael felt his whole body covered in goosebumps as he was touched by the boy’s electricity.

The boy’s lightning contained ‘something’ that was different from the lightning of ordinary lightning wizards. It could be overwhelming talent, or it could be anger at losing a subordinate.

Whatever it was, it was definitely something Malthael had never felt in the past 30 years.

“......I’m glad I could stop at this level.”

Under the calm sky, Malthael's hollow laughter echoed softly.

Nothing was shaken by Malthael's laughter.

Not only the boy, but even the orc with a broken leg and the storm clouds filled with lightning just stared at the overlord's insane laughter with serious expressions.

"Stop? Who's stopping? I'm just getting started."

On the other hand, all things sympathized with the boy's anger. Not only the cumulonimbus clouds covering the sky, but even the mounds of dirt forming the ground and the solid bedrock hidden beneath them were expressing their naked and quiet anger.

"You've become a much more annoying enemy than that fool, Black Star. You're prepared."

In an instant, the unpleasant smile disappeared from Malthael's face.

A storm-like wind blew past the boy's cheek.

Boom!

A belated loud noise echoed all around.

The boy didn’t even realize that Malthael had disappeared. Soon, a pitch-black fist stopped in front of him, but the boy couldn’t keep up with its movements.

Boom!

Malthael’s extended fist had stopped after colliding with the ‘Spirit’s Protection’. The heavy vibration created by the fist and the barrier shook the surrounding air.

‘It’s a defensive magic that looks perfect on the outside. But... ... .’

“There’s no such thing as perfect magic, right?”

Malthael lightly pulled back the fist that had collided with the barrier. Soon, the thin, faint barrier that had been covering the boy’s body dispersed like fog.

“......!”

Only after the barrier disappeared did the white-haired boy realize that Malthael had arrived in front of him.

“Release.”

As soon as the boy realized that Maltiel was approaching him, he gathered a massive amount of electricity and detonated it from his fingertips.

Maltiel, caught in the explosion, rolled hundreds of meters away, and his left arm and leg instantly turned to ashes and disappeared.

Using ‘Bloom’ did not improve the boy’s physical abilities. The boy’s dynamic vision and cognitive abilities still boasted below-average speeds.

The boy had no ability to extend his hand in response to the opponent’s agility, nor did he have a way to shoot lightning according to the opponent’s movements.

The boy did not even expect to have the time to think about his next response after seeing the opponent’s ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) movements. He needed the minimum distance, the time, for his brain to recognize that the opponent had ‘moved.’

That is why the boy naturally gave himself over to the explosion that burst from his fingertips.

His delicate and slender body rose high into the sky in the pure white light and wind.

The fluttering hair often obscured his vision.

The positions of heaven and earth change dozens of times in a second. His ears are filled with the sound of his robe fluttering in the wind.

‘My kinetic vision can’t keep up anyway.’

The boy’s five senses were not trustworthy in the fight against Maltiel. No, they were nothing more than a huge obstacle.

That’s why the boy boldly closed his eyes. He gave up on following Maltiel’s movements with his kinetic vision.

When he closed his eyes and concentrated, the sound of lightning ripping through the air in all directions resonated more clearly in his ears.

The faint roar of lightning passed by the boy’s fingertips with his eyes closed. The boy lifted his finger following this warning sound and gave the lightning another order.

“Release.”

Boom!

A huge amount of electricity gathered at the boy’s fingertips and expanded in an instant. At the center of the explosion the boy had created, Maltiel was reaching out his pitch-black hand to the boy with his wings spread out.

Soon, the overlord’s body, engulfed in blue lightning, plummeted toward the ground.

“Ha!”

Malthael lost both of his wings this time. His entire body was covered in burns and his wings were covered in flames. Despite being engulfed in two consecutive large explosions, the monster’s face was filled with a satisfied smile.

“To close your eyes in front of the enemy! Bold and wise words, I commend you.”

Boom!

The dark clouds behind the boy’s back finally began to express their suppressed anger.

A pure white light burst through the pitch-black darkness and soon began to reach Malthael.

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Malthael kicked the ground with his remaining leg and rolled away from the lightning.

‘Three seconds.’

Normally, it would have taken less than a second to restore his wings. However, Malthael was now suffering massive damage and only had 30% of his magic left.

The time it took to restore his wings was 3 seconds. Even that was the result of giving up on restoring his arms and head and focusing only on restoring his wings.

In a battle at the level of a great monarch, 3 seconds was enough to change the situation ten times over. If Malthael’s opponent had been another general instead of Bin, his defeat would have been confirmed the moment he lost his wings and fell to the ground.

‘... ... Restoration is slow, is this an opportunity?’

However, Bin was overwhelmingly inexperienced in battle. In addition, he had not seen with his own eyes that it had taken Malthael 12 seconds to restore his body.

The boy did not realize that Malthael was weakened, and as a result, the golden opportunity to end the battle was blown away.

“Put it down.”

However, it was not that the boy did not feel any change. As soon as he realized that ‘Malthael’s movements were slow,’ the boy immediately pointed his finger at the great monarch and ordered him to do so.

At that command, the pitch-black clouds roared and soon slammed a pure white pillar into the ground.

But Malthael’s wings had already sprouted. The monster flew high into the sky, dodging the lightning and at the same time rushing toward the boy once more.

“Damn it.”

It was only natural that the boy could not make a quick decision. He lacked the experience of battle like the other generals, and he did not have a sharp sense to begin with.

Nevertheless, he would never forget this mistake today.

‘Nine seconds until the next spirit’s blessing.’

The scale that had once tilted in the boy’s direction regained its level. The battle continued and the threat still existed.

... ... No, the threat was now more concrete and was flying toward the boy with long claws raised.

“Release.”

A third explosion burst from the boy’s fingertips.

However, Malthael was not caught in this explosion. He used his wings to brake midair when he was only a few dozen meters away from the boy, and as a result, he was able to avoid being caught in the massive electric current that the boy had unleashed from his fingertips.

“It’s a simple trick, but it’s bound to fall for it.”

Malthael spoke softly as he looked at the giant electric sphere descending into the pitch-black sky.

At the crucial moment, it was none other than the difference in experience that separated the fates of these two.

Malthael spread his wings and flew toward the boy as soon as the electric current covering the air disappeared.

Soon, his pitch-black claws flew toward the boy’s neck again.

“Now, is there anything else you can do?”

His own hands would split the boy’s head and body apart.

In the end, the victory of this long war belonged to the demons. In a short time, all life on this land would be extinct.

The thrill of defeating Goliath and the immense sense of accomplishment were about to cover the monster’s skin at that moment.

Whoosh―

An axe with a blackened blade flew from the edge of his vision and cut off his arm.

“.......”

The hand that had stretched out for Bin’s neck was cut off once again. Just like that night, in that forest.

The one who threw the axe was none other than Rex.

It precisely cut off Malthael’s arm, which was over two kilometers away, 2,000 meters above the clouds, from the ground.

‘... ... This is annoying.’

Malthael thought as he looked at the orc standing below.

The orc, who had one arm replaced with a prosthetic, was holding a huge horn in his mouth.

‘That horn. That was a huge headache in the mountains earlier.’

As Malthael sensed the danger, the artifact Rex was holding in his mouth, the horn that called them, was a nearly omnipotent item.

Depending on the user’s creativity and ability, it could subdue opponents, or even create necessary tools such as ladders or spears made out of bones.

An artifact that was nearly omnipotent.

However, this artifact that was nearly omnipotent had at least some limitations.

The fact that it could only summon undead was limited to the places where the horn’s sound could reach.

A distance of over 2 kilometers.

No matter how hard Rex blew the horn, it would not reach Malthael, who was so high up that he could touch the clouds if he stretched out his hand.

Nevertheless, Rex held the horn in his mouth.

The reason was simple.

‘Even a moment is fine. I have to buy you time.’

No matter how great a warrior Rex was, he couldn’t jump over a distance of more than two kilometers. He didn’t have the ability to step on the air like a swordsman.

This was nothing more than a desperate struggle.

“Shut up, I’m having fun.”

And Malthael answered that ugly struggle.

Instead of Malthael’s remaining hand flying to snatch the neck of the boy in front of him, he pointed with his index finger at Rex, who was still on the ground with his feet planted on the ground and holding a horn in his mouth.

Artifacts are the very definition of the unknown. Unidentified weapons that no one knows when, by whom, or for what purpose they were invented.

Each weapon has its own abilities, and each has its own reactions and restrictions that come with those abilities.

So Malthael could not possibly have been aware of the abilities of each individual artifact. However, Malthael had clearly recognized that Rex’s artifact was ‘annoying’ from the previous battle in the mountains.

It was an ugly struggle that Malthael, who was careful and smart, could not help but be more careful about.

‘Up to this point, it was as I thought. Next, I just need to focus on avoiding Malthael’s magic.’

Although the bones in his legs were broken, Rex was a strong orc warrior. Even if it was the Overlord’s magic, he was confident that he could dodge a bombardment that was flying from over 2 kilometers away.

“Samael.”

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However, there was no black light pouring out from Malthael’s fingers.

‘Who... ... .’

The next moment, Rex heard the sound of air being torn in his ears.

Something the size of a person was flying towards him at incredible speed. The warrior's instinct that had allowed him to survive countless battles until now was telling him to get down on the ground right away.

He had no time to think any further.

The orc threw his body forward as if he was falling.

Immediately after, a large winged demon passed by the place he was standing like a bullet.

"I had originally saved this card to use in a more important situation."

High Lord Samael.

Malthael's closest aide, who had lost the Achilliptus Forest to Bin without bloodshed, spread his wings wide as if to wash away the shame of that day.

Rex, who threw his axe beyond the clouds, looked up at the high monarch who appeared before him and pretended not to notice the cold air caressing his back.

"I admit it, orc. You are worth investing my last card in."

Water fight, deception, strategy and tactics.

Until the last moment, Maltiel was clearly proving why his creator had created him.