The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years-Novel

“H-How?”

Zenith looked shocked. The opponent wasn’t in the condition to move.

The strength he felt from him now wasn’t even a drop compared to the start of the fight.

He couldn’t even lift a finger, so what is this now?

Feeling the pain of his wrist breaking, he asked,

“What did you do?!”

“Well…”

Jamie just shrugged and got up from the ground. It was best to clench his hand.

‘How did I come to my senses?’

He remembered being tempted by Satan to accept the essence. He didn’t think that Akashic would put his will into the essence.

First of all, to help him like this, he owed the man a lot.

The problem was that, even though he had regained consciousness, his body was a mess.

‘Fortunately, this guy isn’t in a good condition either.’

Zenith wasn’t so different from himself.

A third of his body was destroyed and wasn’t regenerating, and he could feel that his holy power was now faint. Jamie shook his arm.

Seeing that, Zenith smiled.

“You didn’t fully recover?”

This guy was quick-witted, so he understood at a glance that his condition wasn’t normal.

“Isn’t it the same for both of us?”

“Kuak.”

Zenith admitted it.

Jamie thought he would bluff, but he didn’t. The Land of Victory was losing its effect now.

It looked like nothing more than a wasteland. The two looked at each other without another word and moved right away.

Their swords collided. Even though Zenith had only one arm and one leg left, his body moved fine.

His overwhelming sense of balance made him look like a master swordsman, even with his disfigured body.

And so was Jamie.

Even though his physical talents were inferior to Diomedes’s, his sword technique, which reached master level, wasn’t pushed back in the slightest.

Rather, Jamie’s entire body felt more alive as he pushed it further. They were in a state where each couldn’t hold the upper hand.

It was a pure combat fight, fiercer than any other. Both of them read their opponent’s moves and swung their swords, like playing a game of chess.

“Damn brat!”

Zenith stuck his tongue out at Jamie’s sword technique, which was like a storm. The sword technique of the Welton family. It was a world-renowned technique made by a master in swords.

Especially the technique that controls the wind.

[Sea of Hundred.]

From the start, Jamie had been consistently using this, and it was quite annoying for Zenith, who didn’t know how to handle such a strong technique.

The Futility Divide cut through.

He tried to counter with Diomedes’s sword, but he was concerned that if the sword broke, then blocking the attack would be impossible.

[Fire Field.]

As Jamie touched the ground, flames began to scorch the ground around him. Zenith snorted at this.

“Using your trash magic at such a time, just how weak did you get?”

“Don’t you know that there are countless ways to kill depending on how they are used? Even trash magic, too.”

[Transformation Magic.]

Jamie squeezed out what little mana was left of him.

[Flowing Back Flame.]

The fire field absorbed his mana and soared upward.

Zenith frowned at the flames, which suddenly moved toward his body. But the flame or heat it was giving wasn’t strong enough to damage his body.

“I told you. With this trash magic…!”

“Bastard. You speak too much.”

[Explosion.]

The fire soared high and exploded as it engulfed Zenith.

Thanks to this, even though he used up a considerable amount of mana, the attack was effective.

“Cough!”

Zenith struggled to stand with his sword on the ground. His body was black from being caught in the explosion, and he spat out blood with his saliva.

“Annoying magician.”

“Cockroach-like bastard. You just won’t die.”

After all, this type of magic couldn’t kill him, and he roughly expected this much, yet Jamie felt disappointed.

‘In the end, it is a battle on who regains his strength first.’

It was either him or Zenith.

The one who first recovers his strength wins.

Jamie smiled.

Even the thought surprised him, but the situation didn’t seem so bad.

“You are laughing!”

Zenith kicked the ground with his one leg and jumped. The sword sliced through and moved for Jamie, who held Balisada, and he took a deep breath.

“Come.”

Both could feel that the end was near.

“Push!!”

“Do not be afraid! The priests will help us win the fight!”

“Move forward, even in death!”

There was an endless army of angels. Their numbers kept increasing, and they started to cover the sky.

Pyro’s soldiers wielded their weapons without giving up on the desperate situation because they had hope.

“Fucking ants!”

Each time Jormungand swung her scythe, angels vanished, but they would return again due to their number.

In addition, even captain-level angels were now occasionally appearing.

“Do not bother us, you angels!”

The captain-level angel avoided the scythe and moved its wings. The angel threw a long spear and aimed it at Jormungand’s neck.

“So clumsy!”

However, the black holy power, which surged in all directions like a sharp blade, cut down the spear, and Jormungand cut off the angel’s head.

She mumbled while watching more angels descend.

“Aren’t there too many compared to before?”

Just how many angels were made? It was as if they predicted such a day would come.

Who made so many angels?

Jormungand was swinging her scythe at the angles flying her way.

Still, there had to be an end to this.

If she could end this, she would see the truth.

“But it will not be easy.”

There was a thunderous roar from the open gate.

The scary thing about a God’s army wasn’t the angels. Even though the angels were pouring out as if they were mass-produced items, there were more terrifying things.

Something appeared from the Heaven’s Gate.

“Such a noisy battlefield.”

A huge dragon.

It was similar to a dragon but different. But its size wasn’t lacking compared to an elder dragon.

Jormungand knew what it was because she had fought with it once before.

“Ismenios.”

It was Zenith’s beast.

-It had been a long time since I had seen that annoying face. My blood is boiling!

Behemoth attacked.

A dark blue light shot towards Ismenios, who was descending.

A huge explosion occurred, sweeping away the angels nearby.

[A beast just as huge.]

Ismenios emerged from the explosion with no wounds.

It exhaled the holy power of Zenith from its long mouth.

[Don’t look up at the sky above!]

“You don’t have to mention it.”

Right before it let out its Breath, Jormungand approached its neck and smiled.

“Let’s fight like snakes!”

Her black holy power changed into a huge scythe and fell on Ismenios, but the attack didn’t work.

“We really should play.”

[Invisible Shield Ver. Etica.]

The black holy power scythe vanished, and Jormungand frowned, looking at the beast.

A beast in the form of a rat, Etica, the God of Khulun’s beast, appeared.

“For our God.”

[Void Island Ver. Vrexia.]

From behind, she could feel Tantiras’s holy power.

When she turned around, she saw a frog sitting in the air.

It was Tantiras’s beast, Vrexia.

Jormungand clicked her tongue and distanced herself.

Void Island was an attack that could be blocked by her holy power.

[Hahaha!]

Breath was exhaled from Ismenios’s mouth.

If the Breath hits the ground, the damage to human life would be huge. And Behemoth hastily blocked the power, but he couldn’t fully stop it.

At that moment, a trail of red light flew through the air and swung like a hammer at the Breath.

……..!!!!

A bright light shining over the battlefield crushed the Breath.

A red hair and dress fluttered in the strong wind.

The wings of a fairy were flapping around. And the red-haired woman went up to Jormungand and swung her hammer at the rat.

“Who are you…?”

Before Etica could ask, the hammer landed on its head, and the beast-like rat quickly dodged it, but the red afterimage moved.

“Kuak!”

Etica, who used holy power as a shield, crossed its arms to block the hammer.

But it was having difficulty blocking it, considering the crumbled expression on its face.

Besides, the attack didn’t just end there.

The head of the hammer held by the red fairy cracked, and a blue jewel appeared, then powerful energy exploded.

“Kuaaaak!”

Khulun’s divine beast screamed as it fell to the ground.

As soon as she defeated her target, she moved on to the frog. The red trail was freely moving in the sky, and the hammer felt like it wanted to smash the head of the frog.

“I don’t know what you are doing, but it won’t work on me!”

Vrexia disappeared.

“Right.”

Jormungand emitted holy power.

[Soul Interference.]

It was the power she obtained while awakening her holy power. Supported by the countless dead souls, she could interfere with the world of others.

“Kuak!!”

Vrexia winced and stopped moving. The soul is the essence of living beings. By manipulating it, one can manipulate its effect on the body.

“No!”

The hammer hit him hard on the head and caused another huge explosion.

Vrexia’s eyes rolled back, revealing the whites. Ismenios was shocked at this red woman who suddenly appeared.

[Who are you?]

Jormungand helped, but this woman was able to take down two divine beasts at once. Neither died, but it was surprising that they got hit.

“Phew.”

The red fairy sighed and brushed her hair back. Jormungand was so close to her that she could see her face.

Red hair, a dress, and fairy-like wings.

A face that she had seen somewhere. It was a long time ago, but she knew who it was.

“Netis?”

The Valkyrie Queen.

Although she didn’t agree with her Lord, Diablo Volfir, and took a different path, she also resisted the 12 Gods.

However, she heard that after being defeated by the 12 Gods, she and her race all fled to forests.

-Venna!

But then Behemoth shouted.

Venna.

A name she had heard before.

A girl who accompanied her Lord. A red fairy resembling Netis called Venna said,

“I am here to help, Behe!”

With those words, the Valkyrie troops appeared above.

To fight against the armies of angels.