The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years-Novel

It didn’t take long for Arsenka to fully realize the situation.

Given how long he lived and struggled, it was easy to notice.

‘The man annihilated most of the troops.’

He looked at the man with emerald hair near Akashic.

He could tell from the fact that their level was beyond most high-ranking demons. He could feel the unbelievable power this human had.

And, the identity of the power that annihilated the soldiers wasn’t understood.

‘Perhaps it was a skill that the nobles could withstand but even so, that huge number…’

Even then, all of the lower nobles had fainted.

Hundreds and thousands of troops had evaporated at once. Not thousands but tens of thousands.

Even for the mighty demon lords, it was a difficult task, and although it was a blasphemous thought, he still couldn’t help it.

It isn’t about the lack of power but the way to use it.

‘Is he from the magician race?’

There were no magicians in the Devildom.

There were similar things to one, but there were more efficient ways here.

So they only heard that there were magicians in the human world.

They heard that the magic they use is different from what Devildom uses, and they use it in various ways.

If it was a human with that kind of power, they might have enough magic to erase all this.

‘It will be difficult.’

The legion of Wrath came from above regular ranks; the loss of hundreds of thousands was tremendous.

And was that all?

Five demon lords got killed.

The balance of the power which took their deaths was broken.

Still, if they can achieve their goal and take the leap ahead, but when this human appeared, a lot of things went wrong.

His instinct warned him.

‘We will be slaughtered.’

The odds were low.

Arsenka smiled.

The situation changed.

Originally, it was a position they could hold onto, but from now on, they couldn’t do it.

Until their demon lord returned, he had to save himself from this human.

“You did well.”

Then, in front of the falling Akashic, Jamie spoke calmly.

Then he moved him to a safe place. Other survivors of the legion moved alone.

Jamie shook his hand once and looked back.

Then, he pointed, looking at the highest demon in the enemy legion.

“Ugh, you.”

“…?”

The demon he looked for frowned.

Jamie looked narrowed at that look.

“Right, you. I am talking about you. What are you pretending to not know?”

“D-do you have something to do with me?”

“How long has it been since you broke in?”

At that question, the demon had a bit of a bewildered expression and looked at Arsenka.

It was to know whether the question could be answered or not.

Arsenka, who was on the verge of sighing because of this pathetic subordinate, felt irritated.

Without another thought, Arsenka reached for the demon.

A beam of magic got shot at the demon and devoured it. Jamie, who saw the scene, frowned.

“Isn’t that too much? To be killed just because he got asked a question? Look at how cruel you demon bastards are. That one looked pretty strong.”

“Those who do not act like demons don’t need to be present.”

“Then you tell me. How much time has passed?”

“Tha…”

Arsenka’s eyes widened in surprise.

He was known to be a famous swordsman in the Devildom. The moment he saw the dark red blade near the waist.

“Let’s find it out.”

“Fine.”

Jamie saw the sword on him and stepped ahead.

And he reached out and pressed the half-pulled sword of the demon.

“…!!”

Arsenka’s eyes widened as he looked at the sword that didn’t budge.

The hands trembled, trying to push the opponent away, but Jamie’s hands wouldn’t move.

He had lived in the Devildom and been in fights where life and death were at stake.

As far as the experience went, he had suffered more battles than a demon lord could in this land.

And this was the first time the process of drawing the sword itself got blocked. Even if he had been hit before, there was no stopping the humiliation of being blocked like this.

“I am saying this because you seem stronger than others….”

Jamie opened his eyes wide and warned.

“If you want to try, I might not be able to control my power and kill you.”

At those words, Arsenka had put in the sword he had drawn back into the sheath and extended the right hand ahead.

“I do not hear you.”

Jamie met the palm with his own to defend.

When the two strong forces collided, a strange crashing sound echoed, and the air began to shake.

Arsenka’s face contorted in pain.

“I said I cannot control my power.”

“So, it isn’t like you will spare us.”

“… that is true.”

Jamie leaned ahead and put strength into the palm. The right arm of Arsenka twisted, and his skin showed its vessels.

“Everyone, kill this one!!”

Despite defending with the hand, he groaned in pain as he ordered the demons.

He realized it the moment their palms met.

Even if he took a defensive stance, all the troops would be annihilated. As the saying went, the best defense was attacking. But to survive, they had to pull off their best attack.

“You are smart.”

Jamie mumbled as he watched the demons flocking to him, and pulled out Balisada.

“But, there is one thing I regret.”

Black mana surged.

At the same time, White was summoned up, and it cried out with a beautiful melody with the power of starlight.

Black mana got amplified.

Starlight and Blck Mana are the same; they were powers of the same nature, originating from the same place.

The two forces match each other and maximize their effectiveness.

[Inverse Heaven]

“Have fun.”

[Open]

Undead troops came out of the Gates that got summoned above their heads and began to tangle with the demons.

“Do not touch him.”

“Yes, lord.”

Death Knight Bianca answered and moved ahead.

Azad and Raiza followed with their respective units.

Their appearance differed from Beiros, and they had evolved into a higher form.

Because Jamie recovered most of his strength, the influence of the growth got passed down to them too.

All of the surviving demons of the Wrath’s legion were high-rank demons, so they got pushed back a little, but as time went on, the situation reversed for the undead.

Jamie passed them and walked to Arsenka.

“Where did you get such…”

Arsenka regenerated the broken arm and frowned, looking at the battlefield.

“You should look after yourself first.”

Jamie approached and swung Balisada.

This time, Arsenka drew the sword fully and blocked it.

“… You know how to wield swords?”

“I wanted to check what level you could handle.”

Magic can be learned despite not constantly fighting by using magic, but it wasn’t the case for swordsmanship.

The two swords clashed, making them unable to aim at each other. And this made Arsenka nervous.

‘What is with this human? I never heard of a magician handling swords!’

Not only that, the blade had teeth on it, which were falling out each time the hit intensified.

It was because it was an aura blade that grafted the dark mana.

Arsenka was unaware of this and began to push more and more. He thought he was facing one of the Devildom’s finest swordsmen since Jamie was attacking only the best cases through Future Walker, forcing Arsenka to come to a standstill.

“Kuak!!”

His back touched the wall.

It continued to get pushed and fell back.

Jamie mumbled as he turned the Balisada.

“It seems that my body has grown dramatically. Handling auras made of black mana has become more natural to me, and I can use black magic without difficulty.”

Overall, the performance had risen.

Behind the scenes, the undead troops were pushing their enemies under Bianca’s command. Although the strong ones were resisting, the undead wouldn’t fall down.

“Then how about this?”

Jamie reached out to something. And after waking up from the ordeal and remembering two abilities he had forgotten about.

He used one of them.

[Level 4]

[Disease]

Black mana fluctuated and went for Arsenka, who hurriedly swung the sword to cut the black mana, but it was meaningless.

“It has already entered you.”

Level 4.

It was black magic devised by Diablo Volfir to somehow make the immortal Gods suffer.

It can be said that it is the vilest of the black magic he had dealt, and the target has to die.

‘It is a part of the curse, but it is a power that was created separately because it couldn’t be contained as a simple curse.’

“Kuak!”

Arsenka suddenly grabbed his neck and began to look like he couldn’t breathe as the blood vessels began to twitch and the muscles began to swell up.

“W-what did you do?”

“Just tweaked with your genes, reversed the blood flow to your brain, which now fails to control the muscles.”

“Kuak, Kuaaak!”

“I also changed the circulatory system, so it’s going to be difficult to breathe. It is like having trouble breathing.”

Arsenka was no longer even speaking out. And he began to have seizures as blood began to trickle down.

But he didn’t die yet because Jamie was controlling it.

It was like he didn’t want to make the opponent’s good body turn into a mess right away.

“Actually, this technique is suitable for a wide area too. Plague is a skill which specializes in annihilation.’

Jamie squatted, leaned his head until he was next to the demon, and whispered into his ear.

“So, how much time has passed?”

Arsenka could barely think from the pain.

‘K… kill me.’

But he knew. He wasn’t going to die.

Being able to think with such a strained body itself was hard. What made thinking possible was the will to make this pain go.

So he felt despair in that situation.

“… month”

“What?”

“Three…. Months.”

Jamie smiled and gently stroked his hair.

“I did tell you to speak right away. See what you did to yourself.”

The dark magician opened his purple eyes and said

“It wouldn’t have been this painful.”

At the same time.

The seal was released.

Wrath came back.