I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 90

Use it as you wish.

With those words left, Alter launched a preemptive strike at Malthael. His staff, which began to gather pure white light, didn’t even wait for the boy to come to his senses.

The leaves were engulfed in flames, and a hot wind caressed the boy’s cheek. Lightning shot up into the sky, emitting light, and an unidentifiable pressure settled over the ranks.

“Rex, artifact!”

As if he had been waiting for those words, Rex took a deep breath and brought his hand to his chest. Soon, fine particles emerged from his chest and formed the shape of a large horn.

“Everyone, attack at once to the sound of the horn! The opponent is the Great Monarch, don’t miss your chance!”

He was not confident. He didn’t know if this was the right strategy.

But before he could even utter such complaints, the trees covering the mountain screamed in unison. The leaves that decorated the slope rose into the air, and the overlord landed next to Alter.

Then, the sound of a horn resonated through the mountain.

A large crack began to form in the ground where Malthael and Alter were standing.

Between the pitch-black cracks, pure white bones emerged. The bones that crawled through the gap quickly climbed up Malthael’s legs and wrapped around his pitch-black body.

“It was bait.”

Malthael ignored the pure white grip that was climbing up his body and stretched out his hand. Alter’s head was right in front of his nose. If he stretched out his hand just a little more, he could kill the high-ranking wizard of the 8th circle.

Wizards always bring a big variable to the battlefield. Malthael decided to eliminate the wizard in front of him from the world right now, even if his entire body was bound to bones in a second.

‘It doesn’t matter if I postpone assessing or analyzing the situation for a moment. ‘Priority is to get rid of the 8th circle wizard in front of you.’

Flutter-

The next moment, Alter’s robes spread taut and his body fell backwards. One of the soldiers who had started to rush toward Alter to the sound of the horn had pulled the old man backwards.

It was a rough, inconsiderate hand, but thanks to it, the old man’s head was able to stay in place.

Maltiel’s fist, enveloped in pitch-black light, cut through the air. Alter’s hair was cut off and disappeared as soon as it was touched by the pitch-black light.

“Tsk.”

The next moment, Maltiel’s body stopped moving.

The bones that had protruded from under his feet were tightly holding his body like shackles.

Maltiel turned his eyes and looked at his feet. To grasp the identity of the suddenly opened void and the bones crawling out from under his feet.

Countless skeletons were piled up between the cracks. They were staring at Malthael, emitting a chilling cold.

‘Magic? No, I can sense magic, but it doesn’t feel like magic. Is it an artifact?’

[The horn that calls them]

The horn that Rex blew with all his might could create a crack where the user wanted, summoning undead made of bones.

These undead could also separate and assemble their bones to transform into more efficient soldiers, and if necessary, they could transform into bone powder or solid bone lumps to tie up the feet or hands of their opponents.

Depending on the user’s creativity and ability, it could be used to overwhelm enemies with a skeleton army, or it could be used to scatter them in all directions like fog to obstruct vision.

Its possibilities were endless, and it was an artifact that had no drawbacks, almost omnipotent in itself.

However, Malthael didn’t know much about its true nature.

‘... ... Artifacts often have random effects and reactions. ‘It’s pointless to try to analyze it in a crude way.’

Malthael decided not to pay attention to the skeletons crawling up from under his feet.

No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could figure out the identity of the artifact he had never seen before or the power contained within it.

Things that could be figured out through reasoning and reasoning, and things that could not be figured out no matter how hard he tried.

Malthael knew how to clearly distinguish between the two.

“Eww!”

The soldiers swung their axes and swords at Malthael. Fear pulled them from beneath their feet, but none of the soldiers hesitated or froze.

“How sad.”

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Crack... ...!

The pure white bones that had bound Malthael’s body began to crack. The undead that had crawled up through the cracks restrained the overlord’s movements for a moment, but that was all.

The next moment, the skeletons that had been tightly holding Malthael's body shattered into pieces, and the bone dust rose like dust from all around Malthael's body. Malthael's wings contracted greatly.

It would not take a second for Malthael to annihilate the soldiers who were risking their lives to rush toward him.

"Hey."

At that moment.

Through the soldiers' screams and the sound of bones breaking apart.

A boy's voice was heard.

'... ... .'

Malthael's thoughts stopped for a moment.

He relaxed the strength in his wings and slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice.

At the end of his gaze stood a boy with pure white hair.

"...!"

A shiver ran through his pitch-black body.

"I made a ridiculous mistake! Is Belle Artois the only one with the ability to think?!"

He instinctively shouted without realizing it.

A huge smile descended on Malthael's face. The boy's body froze in fear as he sweated profusely at the laughter filled with malice and sinisterness.

Card!

While Malthael smiled creepily at the boy, the soldiers' axes and blades tore into Malthael's skin. When steel clashed with steel, sharp red flashes appeared all over the overlord's body, and soon, black blood flowed out through the wounds.

But that was all.

None of the soldiers reached Malthael's core.

"Foolish."

"... All troops, retreat!"

The white-haired boy quickly pushed the soldiers back. The soldiers sweat profusely, quickly wrapped their alters around their waists, and ran into the forest to hide. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the overlord, standing at the center of the fear, slowly walked toward the boy.

His own safety? An annoying high-ranking wizard? An unidentified bone that suddenly crawled out of the floor?

No matter what, it was nothing compared to the life of the boy in front of him.

‘This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.’

Malthael had fled from Valerland to survive. Anyone could see that staying there would have been a worse end than a dog’s death.

There was Grisha, Bell, and most of all, Geomseong. Even if he had fought the boy there, he would have died without accomplishing anything due to the interference of those three people.

But what about now?

Geomseong, who was the biggest problem, had chased after Michael, not himself, and Grisha and Bell were tied up in Valerland.

The boy was now practically naked.

Malthael made a decision.

“I admit it, I’ve lost.”

He decided to give up on running away.

Losing four overlords in one day is definitely a huge blow. Perhaps today's defeat could have caused the Demons to lose the motivation to stand up again and fight the Allied Forces.

In countless battlefields, the Demons will be eliminated by the Allied Forces without being able to use their hands or feet. The Allied Forces will easily continue their many victories.

Even if he doesn't risk his life, today will be an important day for the Allied Forces. That fact will not change.

Two overlords have already died, and it is a foregone conclusion that Michael will soon die by the sword of the Sword Saint.

Even if he lives, it is virtually impossible to maintain the front lines that are currently spread out across the entire continent as they are now, since they have lost three overlords. Soon, most of the front lines will be cleared, and the Allied Forces that were spread out all over the continent will be gathered in one place.

The Demons, who have lost more than 40% of their strength, will soon be forced into a defensive position.

The Allied Forces would go on the offensive to cut off the Demon's lifeline, and the offensive and defensive strategy that had not changed for 30 years would finally change.

Malthael alone could not change this flow. The wind had already started to blow.

"Even so, there are still things that can be done."

Guuung... ... !

Behind Malthael's back, a large hand crawled up through a large crack.

A bone giant large enough to swallow even an orc Rex in one bite appeared behind Malthael's back. The giant extended its large hand toward the Demon in front of him.

Boom!

The next moment, it was shattered into pieces with a massive shockwave.

Malthael did not use any special magic. He simply contracted his wings /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ and then spread them strongly.

"This crazy...."

The boy could not help but close his eyes at the massive shockwave that Malthael had created.

“You’re not satisfied? Even three overlords would have been a historic victory...... What kind of idiot sent you here?”

“......Bolt!”

Alter’s staff, which had hidden itself in the shadow of the trees along with his soldiers, radiated light once more.

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Lightning scattered through the air and pierced Malthael’s head.

Black blood rose like a fountain, then smoked as it touched the remaining lightning.

Rustle.

Even so, the overlord’s footsteps did not stop. Every time he stepped on a fallen leaf, it rotted and crumbled. The many fallen leaves quickly turned to dust and scattered at the overlord’s feet.

Malthael quickly placed new bones and flesh on his neck.

That black face still had an unpleasant smile on it.

“The situation is favorable! We have artifacts and alters! Soldiers, don’t be afraid! If you hesitate, you will die in an instant!”

The boy did not waver and encouraged the soldiers.

“It is certainly favorable for you.”

Once again, pure white flames burst out from between the shadows of the trees. This time, Malthael spread his wings and covered his body. Red flames burst out as the black wings and lightning clashed.

Malthael cut off his own burning wings with his own claws. It was only a moment before new wings sprouted.

An orc holding a hornpipe and an axe leaped out in front of the boy. The warrior with determined eyes was ready to protect the wizard with his life.

“There are too many variables that are unfavorable to me in this battlefield.

“A lot.”

Malthael stopped walking after looking at the orc with one arm replaced by a prosthetic.

The red-skinned orc was nothing special. The large axe and the mechanical arm were somewhat impressive, but that was it. For a soldier guarding a boy, he was overly ordinary.

However, the horn he was holding in his hand... felt a bit out of place.

‘Artifact.’

Malthael had no choice but to stop. He couldn’t predict what power was contained in that artifact.

“A high-ranking magician of the 8th circle, an artifact of unknown identity, soldiers with decent skills without exception... ... you empty bastards.”

The voice echoed ominously.

“I guess it’s better to clean up the board.”

The monster, who always had a carefree and mocking smile on his face, took on a heavy and serious expression for the first time.

The monster clasped his black palms together as if he were praying, then carefully placed both hands under his chin.

A cold silence descended on the battlefield.

The burning leaves, the passing wind, and the sun looking down from above. They all shut their mouths and did nothing but look up at the overlord.

“......That crazy bastard.”

The white-haired boy let out a soft sigh as if he had foreseen what was about to happen.

“All troops, run from here!”

Soon, a desperate cry filled the mountain along the burning leaves and tree branches.

“Huh.......”

Even amidst the shouting, Malthael closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly focused on the flow of mana within his body.

“A torn wound. A molar that fell into the back of his neck. Broken Ivory.”

The spell echoed through the air on his pitch-black tongue. Soon, something like darkness began to leak out between the palms clinging to Malthael’s chin.

“Disappearance.”

There was only one criterion for choosing a master for magic: talent.

Excellent and outstanding talent. Magic could only bless it.