<div> It is often said that a very pleasant feeling is ‘the feeling of flying in the sky’.
 Or, it is like walking on clouds.
 The sky has always been an object of envy for animals that cannot fly, and it was like an unknown paradise.
 I also thought the sky was such a pleasant place.
 ... ... I thought that was all.
 “Hey, you crazy bastard!”
 The feeling of flying in the sky.
 And the feeling of flying in the sky on the back of a beautiful and huge deer.
 It was the worst.
 “Ha! The ‘Lord of Spirits’ seems to be more afraid of the sky than the transcendent being before him?”
 “Get down, get down! You crazy......!”
 “......What is that.”
 At that moment, a black-skinned demon approached us, flapping its wings not far away. I was out of my mind so I couldn’t check properly, but the wings were bigger than the average demon and the nails were long, so it didn’t look like an average demon.
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 </div> “Huh?”
 Dajin noticed the demon approaching late because he was teasing me who was yelling behind him.
 “......This is an incomprehensible situation.”
 The demon muttered while gathering black light on his fingers. It seemed like he was the type to just cast magic when he saw a scene he couldn’t understand unfold before his eyes.
 This demon really lives comfortably.
 “Don’t let it stink.”
 Boom!
 The punishment pierced through the pitch-black clouds and pierced the demon’s body. The sound of thunder soon echoed through the surrounding air.
 ... ... The demon’s body was erased in a flash. It was as if it had never existed in the first place, as it disappeared without leaving even a pile of ash.
 “.......”
 I felt the battlefield fall into silence with a momentary thunderclap.
 Everyone’s gaze naturally turned to me and Dajin below.
 “Ha! How is it? Isn’t this a pretty decent soldier?!”
 Attract attention.
 Certainly, even Bell, who had left the order, didn’t think I would attract this much attention.
 The level of tolerance far exceeded the commander’s expectations... ...!
 “Haha, damn it.”
 This is just crazy.
 “Hey, more are coming. The rotten smell is burning my nose.”
 At that moment, a red light began to gather on a small dot on the ground. Perhaps one of the high-ranking demons had ordered me to intercept.
 “Hey, this is fine......!”
 Whoosh!
 Dajin twisted his body in the air before I could finish speaking. Because of the sudden change in orbit, I almost fell off the back of this damn deer.
 This kid thinks that since he ignores the laws of physics, I, who am riding on top of him, am also exempt from the laws of physics.
 Think about inertia, I’m really going to fall.
The source of this c𝓸ntent is frёeweɓηovel.coɱ. A red ray of light passes by my ear.
 A hole opens in the dark clouds above, revealing faint sunlight.
 “I hate black magic because it stinks.”
 The lightning spirit, which began to shine even brighter in the sunlight, looked at the demons who had attacked him without knowing the situation and gave him a cold look.
 “Don’t ruin the fun.”
 Immediately after, a huge electric current struck the ground from above the dark clouds. Countless pillars of light completely devastated the area below.
 Although he lacks full strength, is ruthless, and has a twisted personality, Dajin is the lightning spirit.
 It was no easy task for him to reduce those low-level demons to ashes.
 “......Hey, hey! Archers on the right!”
 As I busily looked around the ground to see if another bombardment was coming, a group of mutants wearing old armor came into view. Those monsters were holding huge longbows in their hands.
 It was rare for mutants to use weapons. If a mutant were to hold a weapon in their hand and swing it, it meant that the Great Monarch had created them himself, and the mutants created by the Great Monarch were monsters that were at least level 60 or higher.
 It was a huge threat that was incomparable to the low-level demons from before.
 “They’re flying! Move a little, you punk! You might not care, but I’ll die if I get hit by that!”
 The number of archer mutants was at least 40 to 50.
 For monsters that were easily level 60 or higher, it wouldn’t be a problem to hit a target flying in the sky without any cover.
 I couldn’t help but feel a chill down my spine. I could see death flying towards me from afar. Arrowheads filled with poison flew straight through the fog, aiming for my neck.
 A wide curtain of arrows rose from below. My spine was now so cold that it almost felt like it was tingling.
 “Hmm.”
 Boom!
 The next moment, the electricity that burst out of Dajin’s body transferred to one of the arrows and soon became a huge flame that spread out in all directions. The arrows flying towards me were reduced to nothing but ashes in that moment.
 The pungent smell of coal tormented my nose.
 Dajin didn’t even glance at the arrows flying towards us.
 “This is something I can handle.”
 The next moment, a huge lightning bolt struck the ground again through a hole in the dark clouds. The level 60 archers also turned into pitch-black ash piles in front of the pillar of light that Dajin summoned.
 ... ... I felt a little ashamed of myself for being so disappointed that I couldn’t show my true abilities once I left the Achilliptus Forest.
 ‘The transcendent is the transcendent... ... .’
 “But it still stinks. The devil’s minions all use disgusting magic. I can’t stand it.”
 Dajin frowned as if he was annoyed and started to move around the battlefield a little more actively. He found the demons hiding under the mud of the no-man’s land like ghosts and turned them into ash piles, and he even roasted a rag golem made up of several giant orcs.
 Dajin kept raising his altitude until the clouds touched his feet, then lowering his altitude until he touched the ground.
 The smell of rotting corpses burning and the moistness of dark clouds alternated between them, making my eyes dizzy and my brain not receiving enough oxygen.
 “Don’t fall asleep, you’re missing out on this fun sight!”
 Not only did this brat wander around the no man’s land, he even threw a large ball of lightning into the middle of the enemy camp.
 Of course, the demons didn’t just watch this sight... ... .
 The sky was instantly covered with magic spells to intercept us.
 The sun, which had peeked through the broken clouds, was still shining on us.
 “What ugly struggles! Do you want to live like that?!”
 ... ... Now, I don’t know how to resolve this situation.
 As long as this brat doesn’t confuse the enemy camp with our camp, that’s fine... ... ?
 Yeah, that’s right.
 At least we won't use lightning on our own troops, so let's be satisfied with that.
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 In the dirtiest and darkest cave in Valorand.
 On a throne made of blood and bones, a demon with pitch-black skin and large wings sat.
 The tens of kilos of flesh that made up the throne were tightly entangled with each other. A bright yellow liquid flowed out through a small gap, and even the demon who made this chair wouldn't know whether to call it blood or poison.
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 </div> "Hmm...."
 Pitch-black skin, large wings, long claws, and red eyes.
 The demon sitting on this throne was Malthael, one of the highest ranking officers of the Demon King's army.
 The monster was quite upset.
 Just when he had finally come up with an idea for a new mutant design, there was a sudden commotion outside.
 "You're here, Samael."
 "...I've returned."
 Maltiel, sitting on the throne of flesh and blood, looked puzzled at the expression of his adjutant, Samael, who had just entered.
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 This was because Samael’s expression was filled with a rare sense of ‘bewilderment.’
 “What a rare expression. What did you see outside? Did the Sword Master arrive? If so, report it quickly. We have to call off the operation and escape.”
 “.......”
 Samael hesitated for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth.
 “Do you remember the boy named Bin?”
 “Of course I do. A monster that would become a headache for the Sword Master if left alone for 10 years.”
 “That monster right now.”
 Samael took a breath. He wasn’t even sure if what he had seen was true.
 “......Riding on the spirit of lightning, he roams the battlefield.”
 “.......”
 “.......”
 Silence.
 A heavy, uncomfortable silence hung between the two demons.
 “......What?”
 Malthael, questioning the unbelievable report, quickly connected his mind to one of the mutants he had created.
 The mutant had a damaged eye, so his vision was blocked, but now was not the time to worry about that.
 The mutant under Malthael’s control raised its head high into the sky, where Dajin and Bin were.
 The lightning spirit was striking the ground with a pillar of light, as if it were a god enraged by something. The thunder never stopped, and the world was dyed in gray and pure white.
 The subordinate demons and mutants tried to intercept it, shooting arrows and magic into the sky, but they were reduced to ashes by the powerful current surrounding the lightning spirit.
 The lightning spirit, surrounded by powerful currents, swept across the sky in a very peaceful and elegant manner, as if the battlefield were its own home.
 Lightning continued to strike the ground, and the dark clouds grew darker and darker.
 “Slowly, you punk! I’m going to fall!”
 “Ha, what if the ruler of the spirits can’t stand this!”
 And on the spirit’s back, as if it were a given, there was a scepter riding.
 I didn’t understand.
 Until just a month ago, he was an ordinary magician of the 7th or 8th circle. Of course, considering his age and potential, he was a genius who would definitely become a big shot in no time... ... .
 ‘... ... Riding on the spirit’s back? A mortal?’
 It was natural that Malthael had never seen such a sight in his entire life.
 No, the scene unfolding on that battlefield right now was something that had never been described in the so-called ‘legends’ or ‘fairy tales’.
 Wasn’t the lightning spirit a god-like being among magicians?
 What was happening on that battlefield right now... ... was a mere demon it was essentially no different from riding on the devil's back and running around the battlefield.
 "From what I've investigated, some of the Allied Forces are calling that boy, Bin, the 'Spirit Ruler'......"
 As Malthael's mind began to get complicated, Samael's voice came to his ear.
 "Spirit Ruler? Huh."
 Malthael sighed unconsciously and swept his forehead with both hands.
 "......I should call a meeting of the Overlords right now."
 The growth rate was faster than expected. Even the Overlord Malthael couldn't estimate how much talent was inside that boy.
 "If that blooms, the war will be over."
 Sword Saint.
 That damned brat is a human who dares to stand up to the Demon King and the Devil.
 Bin.
 That crazy kid is a human who could become a great disaster that would overwhelm the Demon King and the Devil.
 In just three months since learning magic, he has taken control of the spirits and taken the Achilliptus Forest from the high-ranking monarch.
 There is nothing to see. We need an operation right now.
 “Malthael. What is going on all of a sudden? A meeting? And why is it so noisy outside?”
 “What is that chaos outside right now? Malthael, you look exactly like the wizard you mentioned before?”
 “......I am just endlessly confused.”
 One by one, the voices of the other great monarchs began to enter Malthael’s mind.
 Malthael covered his horned face with his pitch-black hands and sighed.
 “There is one more person to kill. From now on, I will lead all the troops and go on the offensive.”
 “Going on the offensive? Suddenly? If we just focus on defense like we’ve always done, they’ll slowly wither and die.”
 “Who will become the master of Valorland is not important to us right now.”
 Malthael slowly rose from his throne of flesh and bone and spoke.
 “Our top priority has just changed. We must kill that wizard, Bin.”
 The overlords who had been listening to Malthael’s words paused for a moment. Each brain was busy figuring out what effect it would have on the entire race and what direction this war would take if Malthael did as he said.
 “I admit that that brat named Bin has great potential. But isn’t the risk a bit high? Valorland will easily fall into our hands if we continue like this. If we’re lucky, we might even kill Bel and Grisha. Should we give up all those possibilities and risk our own lives to kill that brat?”
 Someone asked Malthael through the brief silence. There was still some doubt in his voice, as if he hadn’t finished calculating the cost and profit yet.
 “It’s worth the risk. Even if we all die, if we can save the life of that white-haired wizard, it’s a win-win for the demons.”
 “Hmm.......”
 “That’s a pretty confident voice.”
 Malthael seemed to have already finished calculating the cost and profit. The monster confidently decided that killing the young wizard would definitely be a win-win.
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 </div> The overlords who heard his voice took a moment to think quietly and then cautiously opened their mouths.
 “I trust Malthael’s judgment. I’ve never °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° seen a wizard flying around the battlefield on the back of a spirit, and there are no records of that. What’s there right now is definitely a threat outside the standard.”
 “And he has great growth potential. According to rumors from the continental people...... He hasn’t even been properly trained in magic for a few months.”
 “Can I fly in and fight now? If I’m going to kill him, I think it would be better to kill him right away.”
 “It’s definitely a trap. Bell and Grisha will definitely be around to protect you. I want to avoid fighting on the plan they set.”
 “......You guys always think too much.”
 “Then it’s decided.”
 Leaving the overlords behind, who had begun to argue petty arguments, Malthael cut off contact with them.
 Malthael concentrated his mind in the dark cave. Soon, his mind connected with the high-ranking demons under his command.
 “The overlord orders. Push the front line and advance.”
 Malthael’s order was still relayed to the high-ranking demons. Soon, the high-ranking demons would relay the same order to the general demons, who would then issue the same order to the low-ranking demons and mutants.
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Chapter 67

It is often said that a very pleasant feeling is ‘the feeling of flying in the sky’. Or, it is like walking on clouds. The sky has always been an object of envy for animals that cannot fly, and it was like an unknown paradise. I also thought the sky was such a pleasant place. ... ... I thought that was all. “Hey, you crazy bastard!” The feeling of flying in the sky. And the feeling of flying in the sky on the back of a beautiful and huge deer. It was the worst. “Ha! The ‘Lord of Spirits’ seems...

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I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game - Chapter 67