I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 82

Blood, fire, flesh, bones.

Things that shouldn't fall from the sky begin to fall. The sky that had clearly been blue just a moment ago suddenly turned bright red, and then was soon covered in murky darkness.

The battlefield was covered in chaos as flames and corpses mixed together in an indescribable amount.

"Eww!"

A dwarf warrior soaked in adrenaline rushed at the mutant, holding a hammer as big as his body in both hands.

The elves forced their shaky breathing and pulled back their bowstrings, and the orcs swung their weapons without caring whether their bodies were being scorched by the fire or melted by the poison.

"Zenjaaaaaang! Save me! My legs, my legs aaaaah!"

Someone's limbs were torn off by a chunk of flesh.

“Next! Next, where is next! My axe calls for blood! Astella gave me the power! I was born with the duty of cutting down flesh!”

Someone is consumed by madness and going crazy.

“Hoo.......”

Belle Artois was watching everything from a distance with a pipe in her mouth.

“I’m ready.”

The saintess Grisha, who was standing next to him, put her hand on his back and spoke.

As the calloused hand touched his back, a divine aura filled Belle’s body.

“It was two beggarly months.”

The smell of flesh and bone permeated deep into Belle’s lungs. The word death had become too familiar, but on the other hand, he could no longer remember what the word fragrance meant.

Every day was a continuation of survival.

Ironically, in order to survive, he had to send other soldiers to their deaths.

... ... My left arm hurts again.

A scream that I don’t know who is behind bursts out from the soldiers mixed with flesh. The soldiers swing their weapons even as their arms are torn off and their shoulders rot.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

“Let’s finish this, now.”

Belle Artois is sick of all this.

“Yes.”

Boom!

A huge impact echoes through the chaotic battlefield.

The hardened ground cracks, and mud gushes out through the gap.

The soldiers who were screaming in madness and adrenaline, suddenly shut their mouths.

Their arms, which had been holding their weapons and continuing to attack without being swayed by any shock, freeze.

It wasn’t just the Allied Forces.

All the demons, including the Overlord, as well as the basic intelligence... ... No, even the mutants who didn’t even have basic cognitive abilities had no choice but to stop for a moment.

All the elements that make up the battlefield.

Silence for one man.

“The torn clock. The line that draws the world. The frozen beast.”

The one who broke through the silence and spoke was none other than Belle Artois.

He had known in advance that the man, slowly raising his waist from the shattered mud, would appear.

He even deliberately positioned himself far from the center of the battlefield so that his brain wouldn’t momentarily stop due to the man’s murderous intent.

“Separation policy. The death of a girl. Slaves in a cauldron.”

Thanks to that, he was able to act a step faster than the others.

“Death.”

He perfectly chanted the spell and magic name.

Whoosh—

The sharp wind blowing through the battlefield stopped in an instant.

The Allied Forces camp, the no-man's-land and the no-man's-land covered in a translucent wall that suddenly rose up, blocking all directions.

"...I got hit."

Malthael, who came to his senses late, realized that his palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Damn."

Michael, who was standing next to Malthael, looked at the walls covering all directions with a bewildered expression.

"...What the heck, why are you here."

Raguel couldn't hide his shock at the sight of the man standing in the middle of the battlefield.

"Mi, Michael, Malthael! Tell the Demon King right away, this crazy bastard abandoned the North and showed up here!"

The thin blade came out of the scabbard.

Raguel backed away and screamed.

He didn’t even think about using his greatest weapon, his wings, or reporting to the Demon King himself due to the appearance of an unexpected variable.

“It doesn’t reach. No, it doesn’t feel like it doesn’t reach... It feels like the Demon King has disappeared from that place.”

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Michael closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, but his mind did not reach the northern front.

“......Is this the effect of the barrier? Even I can’t say anything to the Demon King.”

Maltiel smiled bitterly as he looked at the transparent wall covering the battlefield.

“From now on, the General will give the Allied Forces 10 seconds.”

The Grand Monarchs belatedly came to their senses, and soon enough, a voice was heard from the middle of the battlefield.

“Among the soldiers, those who are injured to the point where the battle will be difficult will be removed from the battle line.”

There was no one in this battlefield who didn’t know this man’s voice.

“In addition, those who lack the skills to the point of being an obstacle to my fight will also be removed from the battle line.”

A thin and long blade, a thick leather coat, and a white outfit without a single wrinkle. Reddish-brown hair.

“This is an order. Reorganize your ranks in 10 seconds.”

This man, who landed on the battlefield with a loud noise.

A general of the Allied Forces who deserves to be called the hope of the continent.

He was a blacksmith.

“Wow, all the excluded personnel will escape to the rear through the path inside the trenches! Not only the wounded, but also those with inexperience below the rank of sergeant are excluded! And anyone else who feels they lack skill, follow my voice and move!”

The officers who were swinging their swords like crazy, consumed by the heat and adrenaline of the battlefield, belatedly shouted and commanded the soldiers.

The wounded soldiers who had somehow managed to hold on were carried to the back of the ranks by the young and inexperienced soldiers.

“.......”

Not only the mutants, but also the overlords could not stop the soldiers leisurely leaving the battlefield.

The sword saint was staring at them with his sword drawn.

“......10 seconds have passed. Those who are still standing with me should take this to mean that they are all prepared to die.”

Even though he was not emitting a murderous intent toward the Allied Forces, the inexperienced ones felt their legs tremble and their breathing quickened.

However, those who were still standing on the battlefield with him felt a great honor simply by standing on the same battlefield with this man.

“This is......the sword saint I saw on the battlefield.”

The white-haired boy could do nothing but exclaim in admiration at the natural disaster that had appeared before his eyes.

The waves of the battlefield immediately changed with the appearance of one man.

“All troops.”

It didn’t matter whether he swung his sword or shouted loudly.

Just standing there silenced the battlefield, and that was Geomseong.

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“Forward.”

Geomseong was the one who could change history with a single word.

“Ughhhhhh!”

“All troops! Charge at that monster! Don’t pay attention to the others, just stop that monster somehow!”

Raguel, who was backing away, ordered all the mutants and demons under his command to charge at once.

The bizarre masses of flesh scattered all over the battlefield gathered together and soon became a huge wave and rushed toward him.

Atop the wave were lower-level °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° demons who were charging together with their shabby wings spread, and behind the lower-level demons were high-level demons preparing black magic.

“Bell, is there anything I should be particularly careful of that I don’t know about?”

Geomseong asked calmly, even though he was faced with the bizarre and enormous wave. His blade was sharp as if it had just been sharpened, and the tendons on the back of his hand were bulging from anger.

“Don’t spare any of them.”

Bel Artois, who was concentrating on maintaining the barrier, answered without a moment’s hesitation.

After hearing Belle’s answer, Geomseong slowly tilted his blade forward.

The wave of flesh created by Raguel was approaching as if it would sweep away everything in front of him.

Geomseong simply slowly spread his legs back and forth and bent his knees without any hesitation.

The next moment, mud fragments flew up where Geomseong had been.

A sudden haze rose up on the battlefield. As if space was distorted, the momentary compression and expansion of air created refraction of light.

A loud noise struck the soldiers’ ears, and a tremendous wind engulfed the mud and lumps in all directions. The soldiers, regardless of who they were, couldn't help but put their hands on their ears and close their eyes.

The explosion was so strong that even the orcs with strong bodies felt headaches. The white-haired boy almost lost consciousness for a moment.

The soldiers who came to their senses belatedly slowly opened their eyes to see what had happened before their eyes.

There, there was only a lake made of green blood and a man holding a thin sword.

His shirt and outerwear were still clean, as if he had just changed them.