The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years-Novel

“You snake bastard!”

Behemoth slammed his head into the ground to shake off the snake.

It was just a simple blow to the head, but the resulting tremors were severe.

Dust rose beyond the level of clouds as if an explosion happened.

The power was that great.

[Puak! You stupid beast!]

Brahmansia groaned at the shock spread through his body.

No matter how hard it was, Behemoth had a larger weight, and being attacked like this was unbearable.

He opened up the orbs fully, and the golden light shone steadily.

All the orbs contained the power of the planets he had eaten so far.

The orbs’ power came from being compressed, a process that not even Behemoth could withstand.

No matter how huge Behemoth was, could he handle a planet? No, he would be crushed.

Brahmansia loosened the grip around his neck. He decided that it would be difficult to suffocate him now and focused on the orbs.

At the same time, he began to conjure his Breath.

He wanted to take down Behemoth along with the land around him, not leaving any trace behind.

[Get lost, you fake beast!]

And the Breath was shot.

Previously, he wasn’t able to exert power due to being pushed back by the massive beam of light, but now his Breath could be done perfectly.

No one could stand it.

“All of you are beings that get a chance to live because of Gods.”

A purple light was shot at the point where the Breath should have fallen.

A dark-haired boy, Prometheus, jumped, his eyes shining purple.

At the same time, the strange monsters he summoned began to chant up some unknown spells.

As the purple light resonated, it began to take on a darker color.

Shortly after, an old, ancient text appeared, and it began to wander around the purple light like a satellite.

Prometheus saw it and mumbled.

“Seal the power of God.”

The spell was cast much faster than the Breath.

Prometheus leaped across the distance and stood before the purple glow. Then he made a triangle with his index fingers and thumbs, reaching out toward the Breath.

“Vessel of God”

It was a magic spell that sealed the power of Gods.

The Breath reached him, and he should have crumbled to dust at that very moment.

But…

[Absorb.]

With a bizarre rumbling sound, the Breath began to get sucked into his hand.

After fully sucking it in, Prometheus released his hands and landed on the ground, breathing heavily.

His mouth was spewing smoke.

His skin looked pale. It was the price for using the power to seal Gods.

He just blocked it once, and yet his condition deteriorated rapidly.

He thought he could at least counter the Breath two to three times.

“Do not be so frustrated. Even just blocking it once is fantastic.”

Jormungand, who was behind him, looked at the sky. The golden dragon looked down, not sure of what had happened.

She couldn’t read his thoughts, but she had a good sense of what was going through his head.

“It must be hella embarrassing.”

Even if there was no change in his expression, the man who was running wildly a second ago was now calm.

This meant he was thinking.

Jormungand reached for Prometheus.

As he was being given black mana, the white smoke from his body decreased, and his skin looked alive.

Letting out a breath, he got up.

[Who are you?]

Brahmansia asked.

[How dare you touch my Brea… Kuak!]

Just as he was about to express his anger, Behemoth got up and slammed him down with his horns.

“How dare you turn your eyes away!”

Brahmansia’s body crashed in the distance, demolishing a section of the Dragon Mountains.

However, Behemoth wasn’t fine either.

Heavy dust rose.

Jormungand and Prometheus moved in his direction, and they looked at Behemoth’s exhausted face.

“Are you still fighting ignorantly?”

At her voice, Behemoth turned to her.

“Jormungand?”

“It’s been so long.”

“Why did you come just now? You should have come earlier to help me.”

“There was a lot to prepare. The timing was extremely critical. If I hadn’t arrived on time, I could have witnessed you die.”

“You are saying funny words.”

Behemoth stood up again. It looked like a landslide was happening.

Taking a raspy breath, he noticed the dark-haired boy next to her.

He asked while frowning,

“What is he? Why does he feel like the Lord?”

“You will know once you see.”

“Huh. You have a lot to explain to the Lord, Jormungand.”

Prometheus, who had been quiet until then, pulled a white staff out of the subspace. A blue bead hung on the head of the staff, which looked more like a flower bud.

Behemoth’s big eyes widened.

“That!”

“We had a bit of trouble getting that. Prometheus, show him your skills.”

“Yes…”

Prometheus held the staff in his right hand and held his sword in his left hand.

“Open.”

Black mana in purple tingled.

The bud on the staff was blooming up, and when the light reached it, he said,

“Help.”

The monsters of various types nodded their heads and began to memorize the unknown spell again.

[So the trash is getting its final glow-up.]

Brahmansia flew, pushing away the mountain pieces that fell on him.

His eyes were unlike before. They were now red and ferocious.

Everything was too annoying, and he decided not to fight like this.

It was bothersome.

As he endured the humiliation, he became enraged by their fight and decided not to protect Bless.

He hadn’t decided on anything, but he also didn’t care for the world.

In the first place, Bless was a planet he wanted to eat. He wanted it to disappear with the stars.

The core of the plan wasn’t a big concern for the dragon because he had already conquered and destroyed countless planets and stars.

No matter how special Bless was.

[Planet Destruction: End of Stars.]

Except for the two orbs in his hands, all the other ones soared to the sky and drew a circle.

A golden line began to get drawn with them.

It looked like one complicated, giant magic circle.

Prometheus looked at the sky and cried out briefly.

“Heaven!”

He manipulated the flow of the sky.

His left hand moved intricately and began to form several seals.

They were used to change the wind, control the temperature, move the sun, and shape the clouds.

In Ryeo, a nation in the east and far from here, there were rituals instead of magic.

They had a method that was quite ineffective in comparison to magic, but when they used it, they would be able to manipulate natural phenomena.

“Twist!”

The flower on the staff was in full bloom and scattered.

Black mana flowed from him like a falling petal.

It was a combination of ritual and black magic.

“Phenomena Destruction!”

The sky began to crack, and the orbs slightly shifted from their places.

The balance of power had turned strange, and Brahmansia’s technique began to collapse.

This made the dragon frown.

[You are using tricks!]

He used the power of the Dragon God to bring the orbs back to their right positions.

And…

The dark blue mana suddenly gathered around the horns, and orbs of energy also concentrated there.

Behemoth growled.

[Do not look away!]

Brahmansia was able to block the beam that suddenly came from Behemoth with the orbs in both hands, but it wasn’t a small attack, so he got pushed back.

The gigantic beast alone was quite overwhelming, and the new opponents made it worse.

‘You think you can push me back!’

He was still the God that roamed the universe and ate the stars, no matter how much of his power was reduced by the power to seal Gods.

If he died because of such stupid things, he would be remembered as a disgrace even after death.

Brahmansia squirmed and rushed for Prometheus.

Behemoth could be left alone for a while, but this man had to be killed first.

He attempted to dispel the power to seal Gods while also conjuring the power to alter the heavens.

Even if he didn’t know where the human came from, he knew letting him live would be more dangerous.

“That cannot happen.”

Brahmansia saw a pitch-black thing flying right next to him.

The speaker was a beautiful woman with fluttering hair, dressed in black, brilliant red lips, and thick makeup.

She was right next to him, and he didn’t even notice her until she spoke, which made him feel a sense of crisis.

[13th Holy Activation.]

Brahmansia was startled by the thunderous roar and the blackness that wriggled in.

[You… How are you using ‘holy power’?]

Why did this unknown woman have the power that only the 12 Gods should have?

This, too, was a black holy power with unfathomable depths.

‘It surely is deeper than the Vanity of Oblion’

Jormungand smiled.

“Well?”

The 13th Holy Power Activation rained upon him.

“I think we have gathered believers.”

Brahmansia was swept away by this holy power and collapsed on the ground.

Behemoth was taken aback by the boy Jormungand had brought and the power she displayed.

‘W-what is he…?’

He defeated the God by combining black mana with an unknown power, and Jormungand manifested some holy power.

Both were difficult for Behemoth to accept.

“Why do you look like that?”

“… what did you do?”

He cast a watchful gaze at Jormungand.

Jormungand replied, saying it was difficult to speak now.

“Let’s talk later.”

“Does the Lord know about this?”

“He is up again.”

Jormungand pointed to Brahmansia, who was struggling to get up.

Behemoth didn’t like her. It was always the same.

She was clearly able to answer his question, but she turned away from him each time he asked her about it.

Even for the most important things, she would do this.

Despite being born at the same time, he couldn’t understand what was inside her.

“It doesn’t matter now? Once the Dragon God is defeated, I will head to meet the Lord so I can listen to the full story. Then what about the guy? Is that later too?”

“It isn’t something that can be simply told. To keep it short…”

Jormungand looked at Prometheus descending from the sky.

“He wants to be the savior of mankind.”

“Savior?”

“Ask him for further details. I don’t know if he will answer. But now…”

Jormungand raised the black holy power.

This was her masterpiece, which she had crafted for a long time.

After a long time, she gets to prove why she made it.

“It’s time to kill a God.”

Her eyes changed to those of a snake, and she appeared happier.

Behemoth looked at her and thought,

‘An ominous holy power.’

He didn’t know what it was made of, but he was sure of one thing…

The holy power from Jormungand was not made in a normal way.