The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 183
5.
Seong had spoken with absolute composure.
But before his eyes, a warning flashed like a death knell.
[Hidden Raid Boss 『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has appeared.]
[The Hidden Raid is about to begin.]
!!! WARNING !!!
You are currently NOT in a party!!!
DANGER!!!
There is an excessive level gap!!!
DANGER!!!
Since Seong had chosen to share system notifications, the viewers could see the message as well.
A Hidden Raid Boss with an overwhelming level gap—
A warning that only appeared when victory chances were below 10%.
It meant this fight was, by all logic, impossible to win.
Naturally, the chat exploded.
Wait, isn’t this dangerous as hell?Can Demon King even win this?A city’s Grand Marshal? That means a Labyrinth Zone Grand Marshal, right?There’s no way he can beat that;;;;He should just leave it to the NPCs and run.That warning only appears when the success rate is under 10%... he’s screwed.While the audience panicked, Seong, who couldn’t see chat, blocked Raktila’s path without hesitation.
But Raktila’s priorities were different.
The First Division Commander of Basilica’s Assassins, Raktila, quickly assessed the situation.
The Black Knights and White Knights of Ninyaru were still here.
But the Golden Knights—
They had already rushed through the collapsed walls.
Even just sensing them from a distance, Raktila knew—the Golden Knights were dangerous.
He needed to stop them.
Right now.
Fighting Seong?
That could wait.
If he wasted even a moment, Basilica would fall.
So Raktila moved.
Or at least, he tried to.
At that moment—
A bottomless abyss formed beneath his feet.
And from its depths—
Countless hands of darkness surged upward.
[Abyssal Grasp has sealed Raktila’s movements for 3 seconds.]
[Hidden Raid Boss 『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 attempts to resist.]
[Resistance failed. This skill cannot be resisted.]
His body froze.
Raktila’s eyes gleamed sharply as he immediately grasped the situation.
His entire body was immobilized.
But not his mouth.
"STOP THE GOLDEN KNIGHTS!!!"
His voice ripped through the battlefield.
At once—
The Assassins of the First Division, alongside Shivren and Noirtein, the Commanders of the Second and Third Divisions, charged toward the Golden Knights.
However—
Before they could reach their targets—
The Black and White Knights intercepted them.
With Raktila trapped, they were completely blocked.
By the time Raktila realized the delay had cost them everything—
He turned his eyes to Seong and his undead closing in on him.
He had to eliminate them first.
The first to attack was an elderly demon, his blade flashing.
A deep gash tore across Raktila’s chest.
His eyes widened.
The damage was greater than expected.
He glanced at the old man.
Logically, Seong himself was weaker.
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But his undead followers... were not.
They were strong.
‘Impressive.’
Raktila had already deduced that Seong was the one who collapsed the walls.
This wasn’t a normal opponent.
If he wanted to win, he had to go all out.
He moved to unleash his full power—
But the Abyssal Grasp still bound him.
At that moment—
A crimson moon rose above them.
The red light, which should have illuminated the entire battlefield, instead condensed into a single beam.
And then—
It struck Raktila.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
The ground shattered.
The force of the impact crushed the land beneath him.
The moment Abyssal Grasp wore off, Raktila tried to escape—
But before he could move—
Another shadow spread beneath him.
And from its depths—
Abyssal Hands surged upward.
Again.
This time—he would not be caught.
He moved—
And then—
A blade suddenly burst out of the shadows, piercing him.
His body locked up.
And before he could recover—
The Abyssal Hands seized him.
Again.
And this time, they weren’t alone.
From the ground itself, skeletal hands rose, gripping his limbs.
Before he could even process the situation—
A massive greatsword, its blade burning crimson, slashed down toward him.
And right behind it—
A navy-blue sword aura, sharp as death itself, followed.
Valtar swung first—his crimson energy ripping through Raktila’s flesh.
Leonic followed—his deep blue aura carving another wound.
SLASH—!!!
SLICE—!!!
Two deep cuts opened on Raktila’s body.
But compared to the old demon’s first attack—
They were shallow.
Raktila gritted his teeth.
He needed to break free.
But just as he tried /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ to struggle—
He felt it.
A new presence.
His head snapped up.
And his eyes widened.
“......A dragon?”
A tiny dragon had appeared.
Its mouth—small and adorable—
Opened.
And then—
A breath attack.
A small one.
But even if it was small—
The power behind it was anything but.
The breath engulfed the Abyssal Hands and the skeletal graspers alike.
And Raktila—
Along with a massive chunk of the battlefield—
Was blasted away.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A massive gash was carved into the wasteland.
Raktila’s body crashed into the wasteland, leaving a deep, jagged trench.
For a brief moment, his mind reeled.
When he finally forced his eyes open—
A blade, burning red-hot as if freshly pulled from the forge, was already descending toward him.
SCHWIP—!!!
Drakanos’ sword slashed down.
A single scarlet arc carved across Raktila’s torso.
At first—
It seemed like just another wound.
But then—
A burning pain erupted.
Along the length of the cut, dark purple venom bubbled and frothed, mixing with his blood.
FWOOOOSH!!!
Raktila gritted his teeth.
A split second later, he looked up.
In the sky above—
Countless lances of divine light had materialized.
They were already deadly on their own.
But now—
They were wreathed in raging winds, spinning violently.
Raktila knew—
If he got hit, he wouldn't be able to shrug it off.
‘I can’t let even one touch me.’
He moved to dodge—
But before he could—
POP! POP!
Two figures shot toward him.
Valtar.
Leonic.
-Kahahaha! This is fun! This is GREAT!!!
-For our lord!!!
The two weaved through the air, their blades crossing and intertwining like an intricate dance.
They weren’t just attacking—
They were disorienting him.
Raktila's extra four arms sprouted from his back, each gripping a dagger.
Now, with eight limbs, he could counter them while striking back simultaneously.
But then—
CRACKLE—!!!
Lightning descended upon him.
Anemore.
His entire body seized up.
In that fleeting moment—
Leonic and Valtar’s swords tore into him.
And right behind them—
SHRIP—!!!
SLASH—!!!
Barfur and Kalisha lunged in.
Their razor-sharp claws shredded his wounds even wider.
And then—
Kalisha released a shockwave.
The wounds ruptured further, splitting even deeper.
Pain engulfed him.
His vision flickered.
But his mind—
Stayed sharp.
He tried to lunge at Kalisha—
But the ground itself rose up.
BOOOOM—!!!
A wall blocked his strike.
And before he could react—
The sky rained spears of divine light.
SHHHHHHHRRRRR!!!
The wind-enhanced lances pierced his body.
Each one sliced through flesh, embedding deep.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
He staggered.
But then, he roared.
He tried to activate a skill—
But before he could—
A shadow loomed behind him.
A towering witch grinned at his back, cackling.
[‘Sovereign’s Command’ has sealed all skills for 5 seconds.]
[Hidden Raid Boss 『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 attempts to resist.]
[Duration reduced to 2 seconds.]
A skill seal.
He had no time to process it.
The three warriors before him closed in.
Even with his injuries, he could still fight.
All six arms lashed out with daggers to block them—
But then—
“......!”
A hand appeared behind him.
It belonged to Seong.
A piercing emerald-green glow illuminated his fingers.
And clutched in his grip—
Was a spear.
The instant Raktila saw it—
It was already too late.
SCHLUNK—!!!
The spear drove into his abdomen.
[Critical Hit!]
[Darkness damage has been applied.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 resists partially.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 suffers a 2-second total sensory disruption.]
His vision blacked out.
His hearing vanished.
Even his sense of touch dulled.
But he was a warrior.
He could still fight.
He remembered where Seong had been standing.
He moved—
But then—
More senses started disappearing.
[Activating Sword Art 『Darkness』.]
[Immersion in darkness has begun.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost vision.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost hearing.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost touch.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost smell.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost taste.]
[『Basilica’s Grand Marshal, Raktila』 has lost ALL senses.]
[The effect will persist as long as the blade remains steeped in darkness.]
There was nothing.
No sight.
No sound.
No feeling.
Only a void.
Raktila’s thoughts spun.
His body felt like it wasn’t even there.
For the first time in his life—
He was truly blind.
‘What... is happening?’
He couldn't comprehend it.
But one thing was certain.
Seong—
And his followers—
Were tearing him apart.
Raktila—
A Grand Marshal of Basilica.
Was being hunted.
And somehow—
He felt admiration.
‘Impressive.’
‘He’s read every aspect of me.**
‘He’s methodically destroying me, piece by piece.’
Then—
A thought crossed his mind.
If they’re going this far...
Then they deserve an answer in kind.
Even if he couldn’t see—
Even if he couldn’t hear—
He still had one move left.
The widest-range technique he could unleash.
A fusion of silk and venom.
A deadly zone of destruction.
They wouldn’t be able to dodge.
No matter how skilled they were.
It would last at least a full minute.
By then—
His status effects would wear off.
And he would win.
SSSSHHHHHHHH!!!
He felt the skill activate.
He couldn’t hear it.
But he knew—
It was working.
He imagined them—
Struggling.
Trapped.
Unable to escape.
Victory was within reach.
Then—
The chat window flooded.
Damn... I actually feel bad for him.This is just brutal.Dude’s getting played like a puppet.They didn’t even give him a chance.Not even ONE hit landed.Unfortunately for Raktila—
Seong and his followers had already retreated.
They saw the moment he started casting.
And simply—
Backed away.
Now, from a safe distance—
They watched.
And laughed.
As Raktila’s attack hit nothing.
And he still—
Had no idea.
