The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

d, that expression suits you better!”

The separated body was reunited.

“But you see.”

Enormous holy power began to surround Zenith, making the cells within his body activate and his body shine.

The spear was also slowly being summoned to his side, and he grabbed it with his right hand.

“Your attacks do not hurt at all.”

In the past, it was an attack he would have struggled to survive, but now, despite the few hits, he didn’t feel the slightest pain.

“I have become too strong.”

He once thought that this is what it means to be a God.

Zenith looked at Jamie with a relaxed face.

He had a stiff expression, but it was worth seeing more than he thought, so he couldn’t stop smiling.

“What is it? Are you afraid of me?”

Jamie answered the question.

“Insane bastard.”

Jamie let go of his stiff expression and smiled.

“If I asked you if you were scared of the guy who always beat you up, would you say ‘yes, I am scared?’”

“What?”

“I cannot even talk to you properly because you have gone full-on narcissistic just because you gained a little power.”

“You are blinded by fear and continue to spew nonsense!”

As if he couldn’t listen to this anymore, Zenith swung his spear.

The power it held felt like the sky was being split open, and even though it didn’t reach down, the ground was cracking.

But Jamie didn’t move.

He said this while looking at the tip of the spear.

“You, get ready.”

-For real, this is a fight beyond what I imagined.

Saying that, Seti activated ‘Trinity.’

The strongest artifact that was born from the fusion of Jamie’s three strongest artifacts was now covering his body.

Unlike when he used the Black Suit as the medium, his skin was covered in something white.
It was like a second skin.

And golden lines stretched out over it.

The helm had an open space for the mouth and a Y shape at the eyes for seeing.

This thing was created on the principle of Starlight and had an explosive force.

-Connection complete.

[Phew.]

His voice had turned into a slightly mechanical one.

Jamie slowly raised his hand, feeling the power of Trinity.

And he caught the falling spear with precision.

Thud!!

He just held on, but the pressure of the tremendous force pressed against the space where he stood.

Zenith asked with shocked eyes,

“What is this now?”

To hold his spear with one hand was something even Diablo Volfir never did in his time.

This wasn’t something that could be blocked so easily.

Jamie was frowning, too, as he watched his hand slide down.

Indeed, the power of Zenith now is different from the past.
He pulled his hand out by pushing the spear to the other side.

And feeling the pain…

[Seems like he meant to kill you.]

-Form change Balisada Ver.
Trinity.

Instead of flames, the power of Starlight shone from Balisada.

[Above.]

[Extreme movement.]

Zenith looked at the flying blade and grinned.

“This is fun.”

The spear and sword collided.

The heavens and earth vibrated several times.

The soldiers on each side had no choice but to watch the sky shake.

“What the hell is happening?”

One of Pyro’s soldiers mumbled.
He knew that the God Zenith had descended on the land.

So they felt despair over it.
This was because the Goddess didn’t show signs of descending.

All of them were no different from dead people now.

But,

“Who is God Zenith fighting?”

Whenever Zenith’s holy power and this purple light collided, there were sparks in the sky.

And as far as they knew, none of the 12 Gods had a holy power of that color.

Then this is a different existence…

‘Does this mean that there are people in the world who can stand up to Gods?’

Dragon?

Maybe Ran or the High Elves, then?

No.

They knew that the three races were a lot stronger than humans, but not strong enough to handle the Gods.

And it was then…

“The war is not over yet!”

“Kill the bastards of Pyro!”

Zenith’s army, which was bowing down, suddenly got up, grabbed their weapons, and began to charge ahead.

“S-Stop them!”

“Do not let them go!”

The battle of the divine beings had begun, but that didn’t mean that the fight on the ground was over.
As a result, the winner of the fight above would be the winner of the battlefield, but the ones on the ground should win too.

If they don’t, the win above would be meaningless.

-Ricky.
You must prepare for my descent.

Pyro spoke to Ricky, who answered by giving holy power to Lars.

“I understand.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in Jamie, but this wasn’t a one-on-one fight.
If the two of them worked together, killing Zenith would be faster.

‘As long as she chooses to descend in my body, Mother’s causality won’t be perfect.’

But her holy power would be enough to help Jamie unless there was another intruder.

“… it cannot be like this.”

Ricky felt three large presences approaching this place.

Although the presence of the two was hidden, they seemed to be Apostles.

The Apostles of Drian, Khulun, and Tantiras, whom Zenith absorbed.

How could they still have the power of an Apostle after losing their Gods?

‘It has to be because Zenith gave them rights.’

Even so, he didn’t understand why they were following the God who killed theirs.

Perhaps some hidden circumstance?

Ricky hid Lars, who had recovered to some extent into the subspace, and stood up.

He had to buy enough time until Pyro was ready.

“Apostle of the Goddess.
I do not have any ill feelings towards you, but the situation requires me to, so please understand.”

The man in the middle with drooping eyes spoke.

Ricky held the Holy Sword silently.

The war, which had halted for a while, started again.