The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

“Kuaaak! Die! Die! Die! Die!”

A soldier clad in armor with Pyro’s symbol stabbed someone in the head with a large shield.

The soldier was already covered in blood, and his eyes were losing control.

“Die! Die!”

The head of the person who had already died was hit until it turned into chunks of flesh. The large crest of the Zenith Church in the center of the armor was covered in blood and flesh.

The soldier gasped and raised his head. Blood was splattered everywhere, with decapitated heads and torn limbs.

They were stabbed to death by the sword and brutally defeated.

The horses that were running were shot with arrows and collapsed. The rider fell head first, dying right away.

Magic poured down like heavy rain, and the holy power rose from those who didn’t die yet. This was like…

“Hell…”

This place resembled hell.

A hell made from churches.

Their minds were racing with thoughts to remove their armor from their bodies and flee.

Why were they in such a place?

Why believe in a God, serve a church, and fight with their lives on the line?

They weren’t sure if this was due to their lack of faith or if they were simply in the wrong situation.

Puak!

A thick spear pierced the man’s throat.

“Cough.”

“Pathetic bastard. This is what happens when you get hurt on the battlefield.”

Snort!

The dark horse snorted.

A knight in black armor pulled out the spear, making the blood spurt everywhere and the soldiers collapse.

Looking down at the battlefield with countless people dying, he mumbled,

“Such a mess.”

The knight raised his face guard.

There was no sign of Zenith on his armor. Instead, there was an angry horse’s head on the armor, and it was a dark horse—the strongest on the continent.

A strong cavalry unit of the best riders on the continent.

‘How did a great power like ours end up like this?’

The war between Olvia and the eastern Kariren ended with the defeat of the north due to the sudden intervention of the Gods.

However, the western side, which included the Dracron Empire, suffered substantial damage; eventually, the Zenith Church provided assistance in resolving the matter.

Dark Horse Knight, Karot clicked his tongue.

‘This hurts my self-esteem.’

The Dark Horse Knights did not believe in a God.

The one they trusted was their Dracron Emperor, and they only swore allegiance to him.

But politics had always been like this.

Karot, who wasn’t in the military rankings, didn’t know much about politics, but he heard that the higher-ups had an agreement with the Zenith Church.

The Dracron Empire didn’t suffer as much damage as expected in the last great war, considering the fact that they sent elite troops like the Dark Horse Knights here. They were being quite generous.

“We need to finish it quickly.”

He wanted to escape this messy field as quickly as possible.

‘Is this a church?’

Karot shook his head and tugged on the reins.

Swish!

But his horse didn’t move. Before the horse could move, a large piece of metal crushed its head.

Wheeeeei!

The startled horse lifted its paws and neighed. The man who went against Karot shouted,

“Everyone stay alert and block the enemies as much as you can! Never let them get through! Be careful with those holding great swords and the Chimera Paladins! Everyone! Be safe!”

The man who seemed like the commander shouted until his throat turned red and ran for the enemies again.

On the battlefield, no matter how strong a person was, they would die instantly.

And that was war.

Siegfried gasped.

Although he reached 8th class, his mana core and energy were not as powerful as usual due to excessive use the day before.

He wasn’t able to recover even with Ricky’s help.

“Kill that magician! He is the most dangerous one here!”

And the enemy side picked him as the one who was the most dangerous on the field and assigned troops to take him down.

And it was hard to deal with them because of the anti-magic.

“Damn it!”

The enemy’s attacks infiltrated the area and became more ferocious, to the point where his name, Siegfried of Space, became meaningless.

‘The power difference is extreme.’

The difference in their numbers was so serious that it was difficult to handle despite their individual power.

And on the enemy side, there were many strong masters.

“Siegfried of Space!!”

It was the same now.

The leader of the enemy side who was coming to kill him was a swordmaster.

A savage man with a sword the size of him.

“Stumbling magician. You will die with a single slash.”

He was not a paladin of the Zenith Church.

Just like how Siegfried was helping Pyro, he too had to be someone sent to help the Zenith Church.

He should be quite strong, and even though the energy was tingling his skin, it felt unusual.

“Nothing comes easy.”

Normally, even if the opponent were a swordmaster, it wouldn’t matter much, as Siegfried was one of the most powerful battle magicians out there.

If the difference in skill wasn’t too great, he was confident enough to even win against a swordmaster, who was an enemy of the magicians.

But things were different now.

‘My condition isn’t that great.’

His magic wasn’t at its peak.

Bringing down other individuals didn’t matter, but going against a master class was something he couldn’t do.

Above all, the opponent wasn’t alone.

“This is where you die.”

Said the leader of the hastily organized subjugation troops to kill Siegfried.

What did this mean?

This meant the number of subordinates he led was also strong and talented.

He was in a dilemma.

‘If he retreats…’

Siegfried glanced behind, and the defense line seemed weak.

It was clear that if he retreated now, the enemies would stir up the morale.

The defense line would collapse, and the main base would be in danger.

‘This is insane.’

A war in which the balance is thrown off the moment one side loses.

He had to block this.

Siegfried mumbled something with both hands clasped.

He spread his arms wide and released his clenched palms; then, materializing in the space were a dozen pieces of shattered glass.

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but there is nothing you can do now, magician.”

The enemy captain snorted as he noticed this.

“I am your nemesis.”

Siegfried felt a chill run down his spine and canceled the magic as he turned to the side.

Swish!

The sound of air being cut with a sword resounded everywhere.

“The sword feels good?”

The swordmaster was grinning from side to side at this.

“With my power, I can cut down whatever I can see. No matter how hard you try to avoid, there is no place you can escape to!”

He swung the sword again.

Siegfried deployed a shield but realized that it was futile.

The sword attack came inside the shield, so he teleported.

“Back off.”

His neck would fly.

Siegfried tried to widen the distance from the enemy as much as possible. However, the distance wasn’t important as the force didn’t die down.

The blade almost touched his neck.

Please—

“Seems like I was late.”

Kwaaang!!!

A gust of wind blew, and the intangible blade that touched his neck shattered with the strong wind.

The wind died down when someone landed ahead of him. He could see a wide back and fluttering hair.

And when he turned his head, Siegfried was shocked.

“Sir Onyx!”

It was Beryl.

He gave a brief nod and charged ahead.

“What is this now? Kill the magician! I will handle this one!”

“You will stop me?”

His body moved like the wind.

[Ability: Zephyros]

The winds raged.

The swordmaster was shocked.

Thung!

His huge blade broke in half as he coughed up blood.

“Fucking dog…”

Thud!

When the captain collapsed, the subordinates couldn’t move as they were ordered and went silent.

Standing in the middle, Beryl waved his sword briefly, and the storm of blades slashed the enemies.

Siegfried, who watched this, sighed in relief as he lay down.

“I almost died.”

It really was a dangerous situation since the opponent’s ability countered his. If Beryl didn’t appear, he would have been killed.

“It was dangerous.”

“Thanks to you, I lived.”

Siegfried grabbed Beryl’s hand and got up.

He took a deep breath and asked curiously.

“But why are you here? I heard that you weren’t participating in this side of the war.”

“It’s not that I didn’t participate, but I was resting for a bit. I came to the battlefield because I could fight again.”

He suffered a lot of injuries in the fight with Count Welton against Kreon.

And he was being treated continuously at the Pyro Church, but due to the attacks of Kreon, he had to take more time to get treated.

So it took him a while to heal, and now he was back in a state where he could fight.

“Then Count Welton.”

“That… I don’t know either.”

Originally, he was supposed to get a longer treatment than Beryl, but he immediately left, saying he had work to do.

He was worried, but Count Welton was a Grand Master.

No matter how weak his condition was, it wouldn’t be a huge thing for him to take care of himself.

“It would be better than staying here.”

According to Beryl’s thoughts, Count Welton might have only recovered half his strength.

“The enemies are coming again.”

“Seriously, they are coming in groups.”

“Let’s start turning the situation around.”

They prepared again for the battle as they watched the enemy soldiers approach.

“Your will to not be pushed around easily is conveyed now.”

Noah was looking around at the battlefield through the large mirror-like thing.

Next to it, the Spiral of Battlefield was spinning, and he was constantly calculating the casual rate of victory.

The plan for victory through the Spiral of Battlefield was happening as planned.

By sacrificing Kreon and inflicting damage on Pyro’s Saint, they went to Lars, the closest aid, and abducted him.

And the Blood Bringer was put on Lars.

“Ugh—”

Noah looked at the man beside him.

On his arm, instead of fingers, was a huge machine-like device with a great sword.

Lars.

His blond hair lost its color, turning gray. His eyes were red, and his skin darkened lightly.

Although his appearance had changed drastically, Ricky, Pyro’s Apostle, would probably recognize Lars. But Lars, however, would try to kill Ricky, who would try to get him back to normal.

Simply put, he was in a state of not caring about anything.

“But knowing is no fun.”

Noah put a rugged black helmet on his head.

The face was hidden behind it, and unless one looked too closely, one wouldn’t realize it.

“Your epic end will be in tragedy.”

All of this victory was calculated by the Spiral of Battlefield.

As long as that existed, Pyro could never win over Zenith.

The war was already titled towards them, and any enemy was meaningless now.

“But it isn’t perfect yet.”

A man which the Spiral of Battlefield couldn’t read—Jamie Welton.

A man who had already killed two Gods.

For some reason, it was impossible for him to calculate even the casualty of him.

But not anymore.

“Can you really be outside of this calculation this time too?”

Noah moved his gaze back to the screen. He hasn’t appeared yet, but he will surely appear soon.

And when it would happen…

“The real outcome of this war will be decided then.”

Noah laughed.

He was confident this time.