I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 95

From the center of the explosion, something sharp began to fly. It was Malthael's fingernail. Just before being hit by the lightning in the huge cloud, Malthael, in a desperate attempt, tore off his fingernail and aimed for the boy's forehead.

If it had been normal, a small hole would have formed on the boy's head.

The boy twisted his head again to avoid it. There was a slight scratch on his forehead, but it was small enough that he didn't have to worry about it.

Soon after, the boy's body slowly stopped in midair and began to fall toward the floor.

Malthael, who had been hit by a huge amount of energy, was also falling to the floor helplessly like a wet kite.

Even as he fell to the floor, the boy lifted his finger and aimed at Malthael's body. novelbuddy.cσ๓

There were still over 4 minutes left in the bloom.

Even though he had just poured out a huge amount of lightning, the boy's body still had plenty of magical power. It was because he was drawing and controlling electricity from outside, not electricity inside his body.

Something faintly flashed inside Malthael's chest as he fluttered and fell toward the floor.

It was Malthael's core.

The boy swung his arms without a moment's hesitation.

Then, a pure white light burst out from the blue sky out of nowhere. Creating a bolt of lightning in the clear sky was nothing to the boy.

The lightning split into dozens of branches, riding on the ionized air in all directions. It didn't matter. The core root was aiming for Malthael's core.

The word victory flashed through his mind.

At the same time, the boy's nose faintly smelled a corpse cart.

That night, the faces of the soldiers who died in the burning forest passed by the boy's eyes one by one like a silent movie.

The boy himself had no idea that such a memory would come to mind at the last moment.

Although he didn’t realize it himself, deep in the boy’s heart, there seemed to be a sense of guilt toward those who lost their lives because of him.

‘... ... This is enough.’

That’s it.

At the moment when everything was about to end.

“Samael.”

Malthael’s lips, blackened by soot, uttered the name once more.

The dirt brushed past his eyes. A small stone hit Rex’s thick eyebrow and bounced off. The wind scratched his back dryly.

Rex felt a chill in his abdomen. He turned his body on the ground, looked down, and saw his abdomen covered in red blood.

His abdomen was rotting. It was as if he had been injected with a poisonous liquid, and his body itself was rapidly dying.

The first emotion he felt when he saw the wound was fear.

He was dying.

He felt that fact vividly on his skin.

‘What am I doing now?’

But soon, a strong question that could cover up fear filled his head. Rex turned his head and looked around.

All around was dirt. The corners of his vision were pitch black, and his arms and legs felt weak.

The moment the thought of ‘Where am I?’ naturally came to his mind.

“Samael.”

That low, creepy voice passed through his eardrums and sent shivers down his entire body.

“......General.”

Rex’s head belatedly sorted out the situation.

‘I was in battle.’

Malthael and General Bin were fighting one-on-one. Rex pretended to use a horn and got on Malthael’s nerves.

As a result, Malthael used Samael, who was like his own right hand, on Rex, the card he had saved until the last moment.

Samael subdued Rex in an instant.

As a result, he was waiting for death with a hole in his abdomen.

It didn’t take long for Rex to understand this series of events.

‘Damn. Did he lose consciousness momentarily? His limbs are moving. He can breathe faintly. He can still fight. Get a grasp of the situation. What happened to the battle between the General and the Overlord?’

Rex forcibly lifted his body from the floor and turned his head to the source of the voice.

There, Malthael, reduced to a pile of ash, was falling limply to the floor like a water-soaked kite.

‘Did the General win? Alone?’

If it were the usual Rex, he would have focused on marking Samael so that Bin, who had seized the opportunity, could finish off Malthael.

Anyone who looked at the situation could see that Bin was overwhelmingly at an advantage, and unless some variable intervened, it was a foregone conclusion that Malthael would lose his life in the next moment.

‘... ... Is it over?’

But Rex was not in his usual state.

He had just woken up after losing consciousness for a moment. His brain was not receiving enough oxygen, and his abdomen was beginning to feel a great deal of pain.

What’s worse, it was Malthael who was dying.

The overlord who had caused the destruction of the 6th Platoon, the one Rex had been with for three years.

The tragedy that had occurred in the forest that day was not the only one that had remained traumatized.

‘... ... Finally!’

The oath he had made in front of the corpses of his comrades that day flashed through his mind.

The smell of that day when he had sworn to become a stronger warrior and kill Malthael was still vivid.

The occasional creaking sound of the corpse cart carrying his comrades filled his ears.

Rex felt his one arm, now turned into a machine, start to ache. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel something surge up inside his chest.

And those complex and numerous emotions made this warrior's thoughts slow down for a moment.

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"Great Monarch!"

That led to an irreversible catastrophe.

"......!"

Rex turned his head, shuddering at the desperate roar coming from behind him. There stood Samael, his wings spread wide and his knees bent.

'Damn it.'

Rex belatedly focused on the foreign feeling in his chest. He had to take out his horn and blow it as soon as possible to prevent Samael from interfering in the battle between Malthael and Bin.

Fine particles began to flow out through his skin-like chest.

But it was already too late.

Boom!

A pitch-black shadow passed over his head. Soon, a sharp wind blew past, hitting his cheek.

‘Sleep... ... .’

Rex had neither the strength nor the space to stop Samael.

‘I am not your enemy.’

‘I am still alive. You mean this hornpipe doesn’t bother you?’

‘Are you planning to defile the one-on-one duel of a holy warrior?’

All sorts of nonsense passed through his head. He couldn’t think of anything he could say to stop that monster for even 0.1 second.

No, maybe there was no such thing as words that could stop that monster.

“Kill me and go!”

Still, Rex couldn’t help but shout. The particles that had escaped Rex’s chest had not yet formed into the shape of a hornpipe.

‘This is the worst.’

As soon as he realized his mistake, his spine went cold and cold sweat gathered under his chin.

No matter what Rex said, Samael didn’t stop flapping his wings.

Samael flew like a bullet toward his overlord, who was about 1000 meters away.

As a result, Malthael's body, which had been burning black, and Samael's body were destroyed at the same time.

The flesh and bone fragments that were torn and scattered in all directions began to gather around Malthael's core in the next moment, and soon he restored his black skin and wings at a speed incomparable to that just before.

"A little trick."

The boy who was covered in lightning all over his body was unfazed by the sudden variable. He simply brought about the punishment of heaven with his usual gesture, and a second lightning struck the dry sky.

Malthael's body, which had been quickly recovering, was covered in black smoke. The belated thunder echoed all around. Rex felt a cold despair crawling out of his stomach and strangling his throat.

“......Great, Samael.”

A soft voice was heard through the pitch-black smoke.

“Come see the end of the world with me.”

A loud flapping sound of wings was heard through the smoke. Soon, the pitch-black smoke cleared, revealing Malthael, who had completely recovered his entire body.

“.......”

The boy, covered in lightning all over his body, grimaced as if he had witnessed a bizarre and disgusting scene that should not be seen.

Rex saw clearly what had happened, through his vision that was turning red with pain and regret.

Samael flew faster than a crossbow and slammed into Malthael.

This was to quickly separate the burned and dead cells from Malthael’s core.

At the same time, Samael disintegrated his own body. He separated his core from his body.

Samael's core, which had fallen from his body, was immediately transformed into dozens of pieces and sucked into the Overlord's core. Then, blood vessels filled with dirty blood began to cover the pitch-black core in an instant, and in the next moment, Malthael restored his chest and arms first with unprecedented speed.

Malthael blocked the lightning with his restored arms and chest. They immediately turned to pitch-black ash, but even that was only regenerated in an instant.

'... ... What am I doing?'

A young boy, barely seventeen years old, overcame his own limitations and subdued the Overlord one-on-one.

And yet, he, who was born a warrior and spent his entire life on the battlefield, made such an absurd mistake.

Rex couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of consequences this mistake, made in a momentary moment of emotion, would have on the people of the continent.

‘In the end, I couldn’t accomplish anything properly.’

He was aware that he was a shield that was not suitable for a general.

The boy would definitely become a magician with swordsman-level skills within the next three years, and no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to keep up with his growth rate.

That’s why when he was first offered the position of guard for the boy, he was worried.

Was it okay for him to accept this position, or was it better for a more trustworthy and stronger warrior to help him?

Nevertheless, he eventually accepted the position of guard for the boy.

He wanted to repay the boy who believed in him.

‘This is the result.’

It was a moment that was not a waste.

The great monarch who had been driven to the brink of death absorbed the high-ranking monarch he should have marked and regained his condition.

He did not want to achieve great feats or leave behind impressive traces. He simply thought that he would be okay with dying as long as he could fulfill his duty.

That was the kind of battlefield that Valerland was.

The place where more than a hundred people of similar skill to him lost their lives every day was the battlefield between the great monarch and the general.

But look at this situation now.

Not only did he not protect the general, he failed to properly hold back the demon tribe right in front of him, causing him to lose ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the opportunity he had seized.

For Rex, even the wish to ‘do his part’ was too much.

‘General Bin is the one who will face the great monarch, and furthermore, the demon king and the devil. Compared to him, I cannot even properly hold back the high-ranking monarch’s ankle... ... ‘Nothing more than a commoner that could be found in any unit.’

It was a moment when he could clearly feel the extent of his talent.

Card!

Rex’s prosthetic arm was torn off the floor, emitting red flames. His unsteady legs kicked the dirt floor and tried to get up several times before collapsing.

His broken calf shook violently. The pain that had crawled from his abdomen spread throughout his body, dulling the movement of his muscles.

‘But that fact.’

The screws in Rex’s prosthetic arm began to fall off one by one. A creaking sound could be heard from the metal plate where the number ‘6’ had been boldly written in red paint.

‘This is no excuse for lying around in a place like this and muttering despair.’

Rex pushed his heavy body away with his two blackened, bruised legs.

He was holding the horn the boy had given him in his hand.

“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The warrior shouts.