The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 369

Even as he muttered it, Seong couldn’t hide the trace of regret in his tone.

It made sense—when had a Blast Combo ever left him feeling this unsatisfied?

Thinking back, there hadn’t been a single time.

And in terms of sheer scale, this one was without precedent.

He’d often unleashed the combo using tens of thousands of undead, but this time, he had used the corpses of sixty thousand Death Legion soldiers plus the remains already scattered through this unexplored zone—over seventy thousand corpses in all.

Yet—

Pwoooooosh—!

Even as the ground ruptured and the surrounding terrain transformed into a magma field, a column of molten rock rose from the explosion’s epicenter, as if nothing had happened. From between the searing geysers, Belzarach’s grim form emerged.

Seong’s eyes narrowed as he studied the dragon.

No matter how he looked at it, there was no sign of serious damage.

'Not easy...'

Was it because of the bone density?

On the surface, there were a few wounds, but nothing truly critical.

Those black bones seemed to possess far greater defensive strength than before.

Would it have been different if the explosion had been focused instead of spread out?

If it had been a hidden raid boss instead of a world raid boss, would that strike have skipped straight past a phase change and outright killed it?

The thought crossed his mind, but it was too late—the Blast Combo had already been spent.

Resigning himself, Seong reset his stance.

The vassals and every member of the Death Legion followed suit, unleashing skills at the airborne Belzarach.

The attacks came more vigorously than before—but compared to when his legion had numbered a hundred thousand, the volume of fire was clearly reduced.

Krrrrrrroooooo—!!!

As multiple skills closed in, the dragon’s roar swept out, the sheer force of the sound scattering and dissipating several attacks.

Even just a roar carried that much power—it was absurd.

But Seong and his vassals stayed focused, closing in on their target.

Now reduced to mere hundreds of meters in length, Belzarach was more solid than ever and his movements far from ordinary. Unlike before, when his massive frame had been mostly still, the creature was now highly active.

His claws raked the ground, tearing deep furrows, and the earth flipped over in his wake.

Many in the Death Legion were caught and swept away, but the vassals moved to shield them, intercepting the attacks and countering, while Seong pressed forward with the full array of his lords’ powers.

Harnessing the Faceless Lord, he combined darkness, hellfire, blood, necromancy, fear, and Mirror Blade Arts—even wielding Helena’s formidable swordsmanship—against the beast.

Though colossal, Belzarach was matched in scale by Seong’s own might. Darkness howled, hellfire engulfed the air, sharpened blood struck like blades, necromantic masses swelled to block blows, fear seeped into the undead to bolster them. While controlling it all, Seong reflected attacks with Mirror Blade Arts and struck back with Helena’s lethal sword style.

Kwooooooooor—!!! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Belzarach swung his body, channeling multiple skills into the motion. His tail lashed like a whip, scattering Seong’s assault, then swept again to split a mountain clean in half.

It was a battle out of myth.

Seong still had the Galaxy Sword Dance in reserve, yet even with all his other powers, he was being pushed back.

Narrow-eyed, he met Belzarach’s glare, the dragon pressing the advantage.

The vassals fought alongside him, but the pressure remained. And the viewers... they could only stare, entranced by the scale of the fight.

When would they ever see something like this again? A desperate, brutal struggle that carried the weight of survival—half the unexplored zone already reduced to ruin.

- What even is this???????

- You’re telling me this is all from a single player?????

- He’s fighting a world boss on equal footing???

- This is insane... any level 250 would die just from getting caught in that.

- I’d be dead before I even got close...

They chattered in awe, but behind his mask, Seong’s expression twisted.

'This won’t do.'

He was using a lot in this fight—everything in the Overlord’s arsenal except the Galaxy Sword Dance, plus all the lords’ powers, plus swordsmanship.

To split his focus and will so finely, controlling that many abilities simultaneously, was absurd enough—and each strike had power exceeding that of a raid boss.

But he could feel it—at this rate, they would lose.

The vassals helped, but the absolute striking power wasn’t enough.

'He’s taking damage, but...'

Belzarach wasn’t invincible—some bones had begun to splinter and crumble—but the difference from the start wasn’t huge. The wounds were increasing, but not dramatically enough.

Seong realized that juggling multiple powers wasn’t always the answer.

Wouldn’t it be better to focus on making one far stronger? Like the True Void Sword—melding them into one.

He remembered that first strike—combining darkness and fear with the Faceless Lord’s power, channeling it into swordsmanship.

Then—

'What if I could merge all the lords’ powers into one for battle?'

Until now, he’d only thought to fuse powers into a single sword attack—and even that was essentially just shaping a blade and firing it, not true swordsmanship.

A real sword technique required precision—cutting through the grain, applying subtlety and form.

That meant truly forging a blade from ability itself.

As he followed that thought, Helena caught the shift in his focus and called to the others.

“Seong is in the middle of an awakening. Hold out as long as you can.”

At her noble, elegant voice, every vassal’s eyes shone.

“For the Lord! For the Master!”

Their roar of spirit made Belzarach flinch, even if only for an instant. The vassals didn’t waste the opening—they charged.

First, Drakanos drew a sword glowing red-hot. Belzarach swung a massive foreleg to block, but Drakanos met it with a slash radiating crimson heat, holding the blow.

As the foreleg stalled, other vassals moved in—Leonic, Valtar, Silvanor, and Barfur—striking together at a single point. The repeated blows split one of Belzarach’s ribs with a sharp crack.

Krrrrrrrr—!

A roar of pain.

But it wasn’t enough.

From the ground, Noctrynium—who had once shaped Belzarach’s wingbone into a giant hand—now fused slabs of earth to a massive skeletal hand, making it even larger, and clamped it down on Belzarach’s neck.

Kwoaaaaaaaah—!!!

The ground shook as the dragon’s head was driven into the dirt.

Seizing the moment, Veladrina, Serpina, Fiora, Anemore, and Kalisha unleashed their powers from above—a black sun, a red moon, a dragon’s breath, a colossal turquoise lightning spear, and a black shockwave, all converging into the shape of a giant hammer.

When it struck, the explosion was greater even than the seventy-thousand-corpse Blast Combo—the blast so immense it seemed to sink the very earth, a massive trench forming where Belzarach lay, surrounded by what now seemed like a ring of mountains.

If the Blast Combo was a wide-area detonation, this was a pinpoint strike. Even Belzarach could not avoid the shock.

The viewers erupted.

- Holy crap, the vassals are going all out.

- Are they all ranker level???

- Any one of them could take down a triple-ranker right now.

- Minimum double-ranker, easy.

- What kind of vassals are these;;;;;

- Give me just one;;

- As if that’d ever happen.

Still, even as Seong’s insight deepened, Belzarach emerged with only fractured bones in places—and the vassals were clearly winded.

Sensing weakness, the dragon lunged.

Kraaaaaaaaaah!!!

Noctrynium’s massive hand shattered, the vassals watching him with grim expressions—but not fear.

Between them and Belzarach, a strange light—blending ash and radiance in an indescribable hue—flared and blocked the path.

Kwoaaaaaaaaah—!!!

A tremendous attack slammed into Helena’s translucent barrier. She was sweating from the strain, yet smiled as though enjoying herself.

Belzarach roared in frustration, scattering deathly energy into the air, shaping it into blades.

Helena dispersed her mingled abyssal power, using only celestial energy—gaining an elemental advantage, and meeting each deathly blade with spears wrapped in brilliant light.

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga—!!!

Heaven’s power clashed with death’s, scouring the land.

Even the untrained viewers could tell—

- She’s got the advantage in element...

- But the power seems weaker???

- She’s getting pushed back;;;

- The other vassals are too drained to help...

- Is she gonna die like this???

- What’s the Demon King doing;;

As the chat flew, Helena smiled faintly—feeling the power rising behind her.

“You’ve «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» realized it, Seong.”

From behind her, Seong, wreathed in a darkness unlike anything before, gave a slow nod.

“I think I finally know how to use it.”

Helena’s eyes gleamed with pride.

“This feels a lot like a technique I once used.”

Seong nodded, reading the message only he could see.

[Overlord Ultimate – “Death Lord”]