The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 367
Across the uncharted zone, turquoise portals began opening one after another.
From those gates—linked directly to the underworld—poured forth legions so numerous they seemed to outnumber even the trees in the forest.
Shrouded in black darkness, trailing turquoise mist, the auras of these troops carried a weight that allowed nothing to be taken lightly.
Their sheer number alone was staggering—surpassing thousands, tens of thousands, and climbing toward a hundred thousand. An absurdly vast force for a single player to summon—yet befitting a World Raid Boss, Belzarach looked down upon them, his eyes glowing.
The scale of the colossal dragon, its breath saturated with death, its gaze steeped in demise, was beyond what words could capture.
But standing before such a behemoth were Seong’s own proud vassals.
First among them was Barfur, the earliest appointed Legion Commander, revealing his brutish, mole-beastman form. Leading the beast-type and demi-human legions, he roared:
– “CRUSH THEM ALL———!!!”
The sound, more beast’s howl than battle cry, rolled across the field. The beast-type undead and demi-human death soldiers quivered in unison, answering the great roar.
Behind him came the skeletal knight who led all warriors and swordsmen.
Leonic, wreathed in a grim navy aura, eyes gleaming with malice, bellowed:
– “Second Legion!!! Knights!!! Today we slay this arrogant dragon that dares to invoke death before our Lord———!!!”
At his cry, the knights and swordsmen raised their blades, murderous intent sharpened to a cutting edge.
Then, as Leonic’s aura pierced the skies, countless black shadows swept across the heavens.
Each flapped its wings, casting darkness over the sky—a sight so ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) majestic it seemed the sun itself was smothered.
From within that living darkness came piercing cries:
– “Piiieeeeeee———!!!”
– “Kyaaaaaaaa———!!!”
Anemore and Kalisha roared, and all winged death soldiers beat their wings, soaring to encircle and guard Belzarach’s airspace.
Simultaneously, the magic corps advanced.
At their head, Serpina and Veladrina took position, leading with composed, lethal grace.
“Let us erase the lowly creature that dares oppose our Lord,” Serpina declared.
– “Do not disgrace His Majesty,” Veladrina intoned.
At their command, the magic corps flared with mana, every mage ready to unleash their spells.
A hundred thousand strong, arrayed for war.
At the same time, Belzarach, with the divine power he’d unleashed upon appearing now spent, began to show his full, natural form.
Overhead, Seong hovered, flanked by Helena, Silvanor, Valtar, Drakanos, Noctrynium, and Fiora, surveying the entire battlefield.
This won’t be easy, he thought.
The instant he did, Belzarach stirred from his crouch.
The ground trembled with the movement alone, a shockwave sending some of the legions skidding back.
A body that defied reason.
Rising from all fours, Belzarach’s towering frame—larger than mountains—unfurled, black vapor seeping from between white bones to blanket the land.
Psssshhhhh—
Anything touched by the spreading death mist withered instantly. Trees and all living things collapsed without resistance.
But for the death legions, the miasma only seemed to strengthen them—their turquoise eyes blazing brighter.
Still, Belzarach’s assault didn’t end there.
From the deadened ground, between the cracks, white bones began to erupt—like grave markers thrusting skyward.
A clear declaration of domain.
The vassals instantly ordered the legions to fall back. It was an instinct born from the days of Helena’s reign, and the newly appointed Legion Commanders acted in kind.
As expected, the towering bones transformed—one by one—into armored knights.
'Dragonbone Knights.'
A necromancer skill of the highest tier—creating an undead legion from a dragon’s bones, blood, or fangs.
Belzarach was using it now.
A display worthy of a World Raid Boss.
Seong wasn’t the only one thinking that—the viewers’ chat was exploding:
– “Wait... Dragonbone Knights???”
– “Aren’t those usually raid boss tier mobs?”
– “Not even normal raid bosses—hidden ones.”
– “Did twenty just spawn???”
– “Is this fight even meant to be winnable???”
– “I mean... it is a World Boss... but still.”
– “Nobody bet on the Demon King, right???”
Most had come to cheer for the Demon King, Seong. But seeing this, they began spamming hopeless messages.
Seong wasn’t reading the chat—but even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.
Figuring out how to break through this situation was far more important.
From his vantage point in the sky, Seong began issuing commands.
Once the Dragonbone Knights appeared, he pulled out half his force—50,000 troops—to engage them.
The twenty Dragonbone Knights, positioned like living walls before Belzarach, found themselves rushed by that detachment.
Leading the assault on them were Leonic, Valtar, Silvanor, and Drakanos.
The four vassals, each a powerhouse in their own right, clashed with the Dragonbone Knights, holding their ground without yielding an inch.
Meanwhile, Seong’s gaze returned to Belzarach—still making no special moves.
Hmmm.
Ten minutes remained before Belzarach’s divine breath could be used again.
Seong calculated carefully.
He committed the remaining 50,000 troops to a direct assault on Belzarach’s body.
From every direction, countless skills rained down.
Unlike the mindless minions of ordinary necromancers, Seong’s vassals were as skilled as top-tier mages or knights.
Kuuuuuuuuung—!
Puuuuuuhhhhhhng—!
Kugugugugugugu—!
The ground split, black vapor billowed, and Belzarach’s massive frame tilted heavily to one side.
Fifty thousand troops unleashing their full strength—it was enough to stagger even a World Raid Boss.
– “wtf????”
– “It’s actually working???”
– “I thought they’d be weak individually, but each one’s stronger than a normal necro’s summons??”
– “And he’s controlling tens of thousands of them???”
– “They call him a one-man legion, but this is insane.”
– “Honestly, you could call him a one-man guild.”
– “Even a full high-level guild couldn’t take him down like this.”
– “Ehh, I doubt that...”
The viewers were in awe.
It was like watching a top-ranked guild clash with a colossal boss—except all of it was under the command of one man.
The sheer strength of Seong’s army shook Belzarach.
These were not mere numbers—each was elite-level in power.
While the audience marveled, Seong kept his eyes on the Dragonbone Knights.
Then he noticed something odd.
They were trying to return to Belzarach.
'Wait.'
When Belzarach took damage, the Dragonbone Knights moved to defend him—yet Belzarach himself remained still.
Twenty Dragonbone Knights, each of hidden raid boss caliber.
Seong smirked.
'So that’s the mechanic, huh?'
“Don’t kill them—just keep them tied down.”
– “As you command, my Lord!!!”
– “Kahahaha!!! By your will!!!”
– “Understood.”
– Mumble-mutter-grumble...
Leonic, Valtar, Silvanor, and Drakanos all responded, and Seong turned to the rest.
“While they’re held back, hit Belzarach with everything.”
With that, he began gathering his own mana.
The Dragonbone Knights raged, the vassals held them in place, and above it all, Seong smiled down at the helpless Belzarach.
“If you’re just going to sit there... I might as well use my strongest technique.”
He drew his sword.
It was a skill he’d thought to reserve for the final stage of the fight.
But there wouldn’t be a better opportunity than now.
Seong raised the blade, channeling his power.
He had mastered the essence of both his Galaxy Sword Dance and Helena’s peerless swordsmanship.
After awakening as the Faceted Lord, he’d recalled the powers of the Lords—and realized he could imbue those powers into his sword.
First came darkness.
Pitch-black, absolute—swallowing all light. He grinned.
This was the Void Sword he’d once attained.
But now, he reached further.
The Faceted Lord could manifest multiple Lords’ powers, as if wearing many faces.
The Darkness Lord’s power flowed into the blade.
And the Faceted Lord gave the Darkness Lord another face—
One of the five Lords who reign over the Abyss.
The Lord of Fear.
From the dawn of time, all living things have feared the dark.
But when that darkness embraced fear itself, fear stirred—and consumed itself.
Primal darkness and primal fear merged, birthing something hideous and unspeakable.
Darkness cut away all connection, and that severance conjured incomparable terror in all who lived.
Each reinforced the other, fusing into something vast.
No longer darkness.
No longer fear.
Something beyond both.
Seong’s sword flashed—imbued with the truest meaning of the void, surpassing even darkness and fear.
Perhaps because it was wrought through the Faceted Lord’s power, faces twisted in agony and isolation surfaced along the blade, clawing to escape—only to be devoured by the void again.
Was this the shape of human loneliness?
Ugly emotions condensed into one form, Seong grinned and swung.
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship』 proficiency has increased.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Darkness』 secret has been unlocked.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Darkness』 is now compatible with the Darkness Lord.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Darkness』 is now compatible with the Abyssal Lord of Fear.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Darkness』 secrets have been awakened.]
[Almighty Skill, 『Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Darkness』 Void Sword has advanced.]
Helena’s Peerless Swordsmanship – Ultimate Technique: 『True Void Sword』
The moment he swung—the world was filled with solitude.
