I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 81

The battle cries echoed all around the battlefield. Soldiers shedding blood, those gripping swords, and even those holding bows and staves all screamed out, regardless of who they were.

"Advanceeee! One of the enemy's great commanders is still distracted recovering his body! We have three generals on our side! This is the opportunity! Push forward! Risk your lives! Fight for survival!!"

Officers in the rear, who had been watching the battle unfold, also pulled out their sidearms from their waist and charged toward the frontlines. The blood of the soldiers was not the only thing that boiled.

Even an officer, who could have remained in the rear without anyone questioning him, immediately threw himself into the front lines. The soldiers' morale was boosted even further by this. Everyone standing here, regardless of rank or race, had gathered as exceptional heroes to defend the continent.

"Tch."

Bell clicked his tongue as he watched the lieutenant, who had rushed to the battlefield with only a thin self-defense sword. Though it was undoubtedly an effective tactic for a commander to lead by example to raise the morale of the troops... Bell, being a pragmatist, didn’t find the situation particularly to his liking.

On the excessively heated battlefield, the flowers of blood blossomed. Red and green alternated as their petals fluttered across opposing formations.

The soldiers, engulfed in the heat of the battle, began to transform into crazed beings. Well-structured formations started to crumble under the heightened egos and madness of the individuals.

If such injuries were to occur on the frontlines, who would be left to give orders? The situation was already difficult with insufficient personnel, and now, wasting brain cells on something other than magic felt like a burden.

"Leave the command to me."

Grisha immediately noticed Bell’s grim expression as he observed the battle and quickly spoke up.

Bell didn’t express gratitude, only casting a skeptical look at Grisha as if to question, "Can you handle it?" In response, Grisha shouted loudly and took command of the soldiers.

"Infantry on the right! You’re too far from the main force! Keep your heads cool! Injured soldiers, raise your left hands immediately, and I’ll heal you right away! Elves in the archery unit, please focus more on additional bombardment than just sniping the frontlines!"

Her delicate voice settled over the battle that had been tainted with madness. There was an unfamiliar power in her voice. Could this be what people commonly call ‘divine power’? The soldiers, who had been consumed by the madness of battle and falling into chaos, suddenly regained their composure and slowly began to form up and advance.

"For Estellaaa!!"

Someone among the soldiers shouted loudly in response to the Saint’s command. Grisha, the Saint, also shouted back loudly, "For Estella!"

"...It’s not bad."

"I’ve picked up a few things from watching over your shoulder."

Grisha seemed relieved, realizing that Bell’s ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) intellect didn’t need to be overworked further.

"Don’t let up! We have the Saint with us! Estella is with us!"

The soldiers, who had just moments ago been engulfed in the frenzy and madness of the battle, now maintained a perfectly organized formation. They weren’t just focusing on the enemies before them but also carefully considering where their comrades were and what was needed.

"...I witness reverence. Keeping our eyes and hearts more piously than ever, and cleansing the blood upon our bodies. Ah, you are the messengers of Estella..."

All thanks to Grisha.

With her hands clasped together, she closed her eyes and recited a prayer.

If Bin had seen this, he would have immediately thought of the 'Blessing of Purification' – the highest-level status cure spell in the game.

This technique healed not only simple status conditions like fear, silence, and dizziness but also severe injuries such as poisoning, bleeding, and fractures.

A bright halo, untarnished by the sunlight, wrapped around the Saint’s back. Poison that had pierced through her armor and broken bones began to heal in an instant.

As bones were realigned, and poison was purified, there was the undeniable sensation of tearing through muscles and blood boiling, but any soldier who would whine from such pain was no longer present on this battlefield.

Normally, such a high-level technique would be difficult to use even on a single person, but now, Grisha was effortlessly using the ‘Blessing of Purification’ on everyone present in the battlefield.

Though she was a Saint, no one was particularly impressed with her abilities.

They had seen it every day.

"...These pests!"

Bang!

With a scream that bordered on a shriek, a massive explosive sound once again rang out across the battlefield.

A giant arrowhead flew toward Bin at supersonic speed. Once again, the "Blessing of Spirits" activated.

A blue barrier enveloped the boy’s body for an instant, and then the sonic boom hit him late, crushing his delicate body. His ears were ringing, and his head spun.

The massive arrow was launched by the great commander Ariel, who had nearly restored all his injuries.

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"...I can’t react to a shot at that speed! I’m sorry!"

Grisha shouted in a polite and gentle tone.

...Seems like she's managing her Saintly image with a bit of restraint, Bin thought.

Thanks to Grisha’s help, the frontlines were moving a bit more steadily. Even if they were injured, they could be healed immediately, and the soldiers were able to engage in battle with an aggressive mindset that they would never normally have. As a result, the allied forces were exerting three to four times their usual fighting strength.

"Damn..."

The great commander, Laguel, with his massive wings, had already soared high into the sky and was now looking down on the battlefield. Bin, though not soaring like that monster, could tell that the tides of the battle had shifted in an instant.

With Bell and Grisha intercepting the enemy's airborne forces without any casualties and boosting the combat strength of the soldiers, the battle had tilted in the Allied forces' favor.

"Maltyel, Michael! Are you just going to watch!?"

Laguel, flying high in the sky, shouted the names of two great commanders who had yet to show themselves on the battlefield.

"...Tch."

The next moment, Bin heard the distinct sound of someone clicking their tongue from a direction he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. A cold and eerie sensation, one he had already experienced once, washed over him.

Red skin, pitch-black eyes. Not quite as large as Laguel, but still possessing big wings and unnervingly long claws.

The great commander Maltyel appeared from behind a hill in a desolate region far away. His leisurely gait was full of composure, but his face was filled with irritation.

As Maltyel appeared, the ground that had been stiff began to shake once again. The demons, who had hidden something beneath the rickety ground, had frequently caused surprises by making something pop out, catching the allied forces off guard.

Huge... insect-like mutated creatures. Among them, the monster that resembled a giant centipede stood out the most. Seeing one of them use someone’s arm as a leg, Bin couldn’t help but gag.

"...Truly, things have escalated this much."

Not far from Maltyel, Michael also revealed his face on the battlefield.

"I had expected the three generals to appear on the frontlines eventually. If this battle continues, they’ll eventually wither away, so it was only natural for them to throw this bold move once."

Maltyel spoke calmly and coldly. It seemed he had expected the continental forces to try and raise their morale and counterattack at least once.

"Normally, wouldn’t it be better to not engage with such a desperate attempt and just pull back the troops?"

Michael didn’t seem entirely pleased with Maltyel’s decision. Engaging with the enemy's final desperate move wasn’t quite in line with the tactics that demons preferred.

"If we retreat and lose the pressure, Bin might escape. We can’t afford to pull back; we must use all the great commanders to maintain our hold."

"...The most rational decision is to play along with such desperation. Tactics are truly profound."

Michael listened to Maltyel’s words, thought deeply for a moment, and then nodded lightly, murmuring to himself in acceptance.

"If our ultimate goal were to conquer this land, I would have retreated in this phase. But that’s not our goal, is it?"

Maltyel smirked as he slowly turned his head.

At the end of that chilling smile stood Bin.

Bin felt as if a sharp blade had brushed against the back of his neck.

Instinctively, the boy placed his hand on his thin neck to check if something was amiss. Rex, who had been standing beside him, also seemed to sense the same sensation and sighed softly, adjusting his stance.

"...All four great commanders are confirmed visually."

As soon as Grisha spotted the figure of Michael beyond the hill, she immediately relayed the information to Bell.

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"Confirmed."

Bell raised his palm high and muttered a few words of incantation in a quiet voice. Soon, a black dot gathered in his hand and soared high into the sky.

The massive black dot pierced through the clear sky, climbing higher and higher.

Whooosh!

Soon, overwhelming heat and hot air pressed down on the area.

The blue sky turned red in an instant with a flash of light.

Bin looked up to find the source of the immense heat and light.

He saw a huge meteor, formed from gathered flames.

‘Over the past two weeks, Bell has been mostly handling the great commanders, suppressing them. The mana left in his body is probably only a tenth of what he usually has.’

That was enough.

Bell Artua was undeniably the strongest magician on the continent.

Surely, the size of his mana reservoir was vast compared to others. Even with only a tenth of his usual mana, it would be incomparable to the mana of an ordinary magician.

That was why Bell Artua was a general.

It was a massive flame that made that truth come to life.

"...Michael."

"I know."

Looking at the huge flaming meteor that covered the sky, Michael and Maltyel exchanged light words.

Soon after, Michael pointed at the red meteor falling toward them, and the earth began to shake.

The massive mutated bodies buried in the hardened mud shot up into the sky under Michael’s will. The mutated creatures, dripping with green blood and strewn across the ground, and the severed limbs of some bodies, were propelled into the air.

All the ‘corpses’ on the battlefield rose like a massive wave and collided with the falling red meteor.

Blood and fire rained down from the dark red sky.

At the northern front, at the very forefront.

A man dressed in pure white robes stood atop a thick, high castle wall, quietly staring at the southern sky.

His reddish-brown hair and leather cloak, combined with his white attire and the slender longsword at his waist, identified him.

The reddish-brown short hair danced lightly in the wind, and in his deep eyes, a blood-red light reflected.

The man, as if he had been waiting for this moment, drew a throwing knife from the inside pocket of his cloak.

"General?"

A soldier, standing guard not far away, called out to the man who had suddenly drawn the throwing knife.

"Why the dagger...?"

Bang!

With the sound of wind being torn apart and the castle walls shaking, the blade extended from the man’s hand.

What followed was a sound that would be expected when a gunpowder warehouse exploded. The snow piled on the trees scattered down to the ground, and the sleeves of the leather cloak turned red from the friction with the air.

The throwing knife extended beyond where the other soldiers on guard could see, heading toward somewhere on the snow-covered horizon.

At the end of the throwing knife’s path, stood a high-ranking demon who had received the order to monitor the sword saint. But none of the people standing on the castle wall knew this.

"Sergeant! Get those soldiers on the wall and make sure they all go down to the ground below!"

"Do you mean to have the watchmen come down from the walls?"

"We need a running start."

"...Pardon?"

The soldiers on the frozen wall stood hesitantly, not understanding the order.

"You’ll hear more details from the other generals."

Though it was an unclear order, the sergeant hurriedly ran off to deliver the man’s command.

The soldiers quickly descended from the wall using ladders or stairs. Despite their confusion, no soldier dared to disobey.

The man slowly walked to the edge of the empty castle wall.

His reddish-brown hair fluttered in the wind.

As if preparing for a sprint, he bent down, lifting his heels off the ground.

"...Hoo."

A deep breath.

The moment his foot hit the ground, the surface of the wall shattered. The castle trembled like it had been struck by a massive trebuchet, and the frost-covered bricks shot into the sky.

He sprinted along the empty castle wall like an athlete on a track. As he ran at supersonic speeds, a powerful explosion filled the air.

Boom!

Reaching the edge of the wall, the man forcefully struck the ground again.

With a massive shockwave, his body shot forward. It was a speed that no cannonball or bullet could even compare to.

The edge of the castle wall couldn’t withstand the recoil and collapsed.