Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 62

Chapter 62: I'm an Artist Skilled With the Sword, I Wasn't Lying to You, Was I?

After Viktor revealed his identity, Chuer fixed his gaze on him, hard and unblinking.

The sky had been very dark monts ago, and the man was dressed head to toe in a black Coat—Chuer hadn't paid much attention to his face at first.

But after looking more carefully, the man's features largely matched the portrait on the Magic Stone.

Viktor Clavena.

The Empire's most gifted 4th-Tier Mage.

Instinct told him that from this man, he felt a powerful sense of crisis.

Yet Chuer was not afraid.

Because here, they were inside the range of the Anti-Magic Stones.

No matter how strong Viktor was, he was still just a Mage.

No matter how powerful a Mage might be, if they couldn't even construct Magic, they were nothing more than a fish on a chopping block—entirely at another's rcy.

"I'll admit it—you know your Anti-Magic Stones well."

Chuer said.

The Anti-Magic Stone was a mineral the Kingdom had only recently discovered, as unique in its own way as the Empire's signature Magic Stones.

But he had never imagined that the man before him would know even more about Anti-Magic Stones than he did.

But even so!

"In the end, you'll pay the price for your own arrogance, Viktor."

Chuer couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh at the sky, his expression utterly unhinged.

To slay Viktor—the Empire's most exceptional genius Mage.

If he could claim this achievent for himself, he would return to the Kingdom draped in the highest honor!

Knowing full well what the Anti-Magic Stones did, and Viktor still dared to stand within their range.

If that wasn't brazen arrogance, what was?

Viktor began attempting to construct Magic, but managed only to scrape a few faint sparks of magical fla into the air.

The Fire Core is being affected sowhat as well.

Viktor thought to himself.

The power of the Fire Core surpassed the Anti-Magic Stones' restrictions—but as a concentrated body of elental Magic Power, it was still subject to their influence.

Viktor carefully assessed the situation.

If he forced the use of fire-attribute Magic, he could probably draw out roughly 1/10th of his normal fire-attribute Magic.

If Viktor wanted, he could summon a teorite—about half again smaller than the one from that ti in the Royal Capital.

Though its power would be diminished.

It would still absolutely be enough to instantly kill these warriors, whose average Level couldn't clear 30.

Viktor's gaze shifted toward Chuer.

Combat triggered. A Health Bar and Level appeared above Chuer's head.

Level 32.

In the future Chuer quest line, his Level would be 35.

Chuer was startled when he saw the fla igniting in Viktor's hand—but the mont it sputtered out, his swagger returned in full.

That much was fair enough. A Mage who couldn't cast Magic posed no threat in and of itself.

Chuer wasted no more words, barking directly at the warriors around him:

"Stop wasting ti! Kill him, now!"

The warriors lifted their longswords and began closing in on Viktor.

Leah watched everything unfolding inside from beyond the barrier, her brow tightly furrowed.

The Mage's Hand in her own grasp had already been rendered useless—which ant Viktor, caught inside, shouldn't be able to use Magic either.

What on earth was Viktor trying to do?

Whatever it was, Leah had to be ready to pull him out.

So she turned to Leon beside her and said:

"Prepare to rescue Viktor. He cannot die."

"Understood."

Leon received the order, drew the Wooden Blade from her back, and her body coiled taut as a hunting leopard's.

Inside the barrier, the warriors were already pressing in on Viktor step by step.

Viktor stood where he was without moving, staring straight at the warriors advancing toward him—as though, stripped of his Magic, he no longer knew how to fight.

"Die!"

A Kingdom warrior reached Viktor's side. The longsword in his hand ca swiftly down, and by all appearances, it was about to cleave straight into Viktor.

In nearly the sa instant, Leon beside Leah beca a gust of wind, shooting toward the barrier like a flash of light.

But just as she was about to touch its surface—

What happened inside the barrier made her freeze on the spot.

Her eyes went wide. Every inch of her face was disbelief.

A longsword had pierced through the warrior's skull. In an instant, blood sprayed in every direction.

As though his consciousness had been snuffed out in a single mont, the warrior stared blankly forward—eyes open, dying without peace.

Viktor pulled the longsword free from his grip, letting the mingled red and white splatter across his own face without reaction.

He wiped it away with one hand, expression unchanged.

A fatal strike!

In the ga, aside from Boss units, every unit had a single weak point that guaranteed death. As long as the Player's own Level was higher than the enemy's, finding that spot allowed them to ignore the Health Bar entirely—one hit, one kill.

And the human body's fatal weak point was the easiest of all to find.

Though Viktor's ability to draw on Magic Power had been restricted.

Right now, he was Level 41.

"Next."

Viktor stood in place. His cold, detached voice rang out evenly.

Even Chuer, who had fought through countless battles, found himself thrown into a flicker of panic at the sight of Viktor's ruthless killing thod.

His mind churned with question after question.

Was he really a Mage? And where did that sword even co from!?

Cold sweat broke across Chuer's palms. The sense of crisis surged back through him. Throwing all else aside, he spotted the Kingdom warriors standing on standby around him and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone, get in there! Kill him!"

Several warriors raised their longswords and quickly surrounded Viktor.

1 of them brought his blade down in a straight overhead slash—but Viktor sidestepped with nimble footwork and slipped cleanly out of range.

But just then, the attack of the warrior behind him ca hard on its heels!

"Shk!"

The sound of a blade cutting through flesh rang out, and blood burst free.

The warrior who had lunged to strike from behind stared down at the longsword that had appeared through his chest at so unknown mont. The light in his eyes slowly faded.

"Second."

Viktor's count fell like a death knell on every man present.

Whether it was fear, or so reckless surge of bravado, the warriors finally snapped.

Vital Energy wound itself around these n, and they charged at Viktor like sothing deranged.

But to Viktor's eyes, their movents were as though slowed by dozens of tis over.

As if by pure instinct, he shifted back by only the smallest margin, and the oncoming blade glanced past him harmlessly.

Then he raised his hand.

The longsword thrust out, aid directly at the heart of the Kingdom warrior in front of him.

Clang—

But this ti, the blade was turned aside by the heavy armor over the warrior's chest.

The warrior exhaled in relief, quickly lifted his longsword, and prepared to strike again.

Then, suddenly, he froze in place.

He felt his life draining away at terrifying speed, and his eyes flew wide open.

A scorching surge of blood erupted from his chest. The longsword in his hand hit the ground with a clatter.

"A pity—I made a small mistake just then."

"But you couldn't seize the opening that mistake gave you."

Viktor's cold voice rang out. He pulled his longsword free and let the dead warrior crash heavily to the ground.

Chuer stared with wide eyes. This ti, he had seen it all, perfectly clearly.

In the instant the warrior had raised his longsword—

Viktor's Silver Blade had threaded itself along the armor and slipped through the gap between the plates.

The slightly bent Silver Blade had pierced straight through that warrior's heart.

Every strike—a kill.

The remaining warriors began to falter. They swung their swords at Viktor in unison, but their movents remained agonizingly slow in his eyes.

He seed to have found his rhythm entirely. His movents grew seamless and fluid—he dipped slightly forward to let several slashes cut through empty air above him, then shifted sideways to avoid a swing coming from the other side.

In the gaps between these warriors' attacks, he drove his longsword toward each of their weak points.

Without exception, every strike landed true.

Blood dyed Viktor's Silver Blade completely red.

The last warrior gripped his longsword, drew a deep breath, and lunged.

Viktor sidestepped the blade with ease and extended his own.

1 strike—a kill.

Precise. And elegant.

Leon stood just outside the barrier and watched Viktor's performance from start to finish.

She stood there, rooted to the spot.

Viktor's swordsmanship, compared to that of a dedicated Swordsman who had trained all their life, was hardly what one could call refined.

But after watching this one-sided slaughter, the only evaluation Leon could give Viktor was a single one.

Clean. Efficient.

Only those words were worthy of Viktor as he stood now.

Like a battle-hardened warrior, he gave the impression of soone who could dodge every one of those attacks with his eyes closed—and in the gaps between their strikes, find each enemy's weak point with perfect precision.

Deliver. 1 kill.

He wore a black Coat and held a longsword drenched in red.

Beneath him lay nothing but corpses leaking blood into the earth.

Beneath the moonlight, elegant as a dancer moving through a dirge.

"How... is this possible?"

Leon murmured, her body giving an involuntary shudder.

He was clearly just a Mage—yet even in close combat, he was like this.

A genius?

No.

He was a monster.

"Monster... you're not a Mage! You're not Viktor! You're absolutely not Viktor!"

Chuer stared at the scene in sheer stupefaction. Blood had flowed to his very feet. His subordinates were dropping one by one like stalks of grain being cut down, and his mind simply crashed—leaving him with only 1 thought.

The man before him was a monster!

Viktor flicked the blood from his blade. In the moonlight, the gleam of the sword's edge was unusually striking.

Aside from the blood that had splashed onto his face at the very beginning, the rest of them hadn't even earned the right to stain him.

"I do love a traditional Boss like you."

Viktor suddenly offered this remark, his tone laced with cool, indifferent mockery.

"First you send your subordinates to their deaths. Once they've been whittled down far enough, you leap out for the final showdown yourself."

"Predictable—but I like it."

Viktor snapped his fingers. Boundless flas spread outward, incinerating every last corpse on the ground into ash. Carried by a gentle breeze, the ash slowly scattered and disappeared.

Chuer finally panicked. Viktor could use Magic—he could actually use Magic!

What the hell! How?!

"From beginning to end, every advantage you believed you had was an advantage I let you believe you had."

Viktor gripped the Silver Blade and walked slowly toward Chuer.

Watching the monster drawing ever closer, sweat broke out across Chuer's forehead. His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the ground.

The longsword in his hand drove heavily into the dirt. Chuer had no strength left to lift it.

"Your arrogance. Your conceit. They walked you into the abyss, one step at a ti."

"But rest easy—I won't let you die before I've gotten sothing useful out of you."

Viktor raised his longsword. The tip of the blade pointed at Chuer. He tilted his head slightly in indication.

"Pick up your weapon."

"We're not finished yet."