The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

If this attack wasn’t stopped, it would all be over.

But could it even be stopped?

‘We are bound to die if we can’t defend against this.’

Perhaps all the troops here thought that way and poured their energy toward the axe.

Beiros also used all his collected magic into the mouth and exhaled it.

Nevertheless, this black cow pushed back all the attacks of the lust troops and dropped the axe.

How can a pet have such absurd power?

‘This is… just a pet?’

Ask them to not joke around!

No, it wasn’t even overhead, that axe…

Seeing the giant axe come crashing down, they couldn’t even choose to fly.

“You don’t have a rushed personality.”

It was then.

The axe that stopped their attacks collided with something invisible in the air.

Kwaaang!!!

The collision made the ground shake. And when he appeared, Akashic was emitting a brilliant light from the staff made of World Tree.

That was what blocked the axe of the black cow.

And he shouted with yellow eyes shining.

“He has a core under his left flank!”

“Okay!”

And then Trika jumped out at the cow.

Beiros thought that even his lord could not defeat this ridiculous black cow.

That was because no matter how much they tried, this cow managed to nullify their attacks.

“Your Majesty! It is dangerous!”

And so he shouted, but Akashic said,

“It is fine.”

“… What?”

“It is just a concept made from ideas of all sorts of things, and crudely at that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Since it is made up of many, its power is strong enough to not get pushed by a demon lord, but being below one is a different aspect.”

Beiros couldn’t understand what was being told, so he decided to look at Trika.

The black cow was swinging its axe. And if this hit them, even their lord would die.

When Beiros looked impatient and worried, Akashic smiled and said,

“In other words, we are much stronger. After all, the concept created by their demon lord is just a subject to him.”

Kwaang!

Trika’s sword and the axe of the cow collided.

Once again, there was a huge shock, and the cow got pushed back. Beiros felt startled at the monstrous being getting pushed out.

But without needing time to adjust, Trika sprinted through the air and jumped to the left flank.

And the black magic scattered on the sword.

Flash!

The flank of the black cow got cut off in a flash.

[Awoooooooo!]

The cow groaned in pain as it faltered and tried to balance it, but Trika wasn’t going to wait for it as his cloak began to burn black like the flames of hell.

It was wide enough to cover the entire sky in an instant, and the blade of magic, which was now very long, moved for the black cow.

At this sight, the troops of both sides went silent. The wreckage of a crumbling cow.

An ominous green orb within it.

“That is it!”

Akashic shouted, and Trika went there. The green orb was of considerable size but already broken. The black cow began to disappear, traces of it showering over the battlefield like black snow.

“…How did this happen?”

“Like I said, that is just a concept.”

“I don’t even know what a concept is… are you saying our Majesty is also a concept like that cow?”

“He just took a momentary form.”

As soon as Akashic was done, Trika, who killed the cow, landed down.

The entire troops which served him bowed their heads.

“Everyone, you worked hard when I was away.”

And he looked back.

Even after the black cow was killed, the enemies didn’t show any amazing reaction.

What were they waiting for?

“Your Majesty.”

Anyway, the situation was settled, and the commanders, including Beiros, came out to meet him.

Trika looked at them and nodded.

“Let’s go in and talk.”

Trika, who appeared after a month, had a different form. Because of that, the commanders couldn’t stop looking at him.

From before, the atmosphere felt a lot changed around him.

Count Ancaro, who was 5th, asked.

“Your Majesty, what have you been doing for the past month?”

“We weren’t doing anything small.”

Trika turned to Akashic with his slightly sharper hands. He was still in the seat of Duke Katos, looking uncomfortable.

Of course, no one said anything about his changed appearance because his presence hadn’t changed from before.

Even as Duke Katos, he was still a monster with the power of a demon lord, and now he was stronger? What could these weak ones say to him?

But that wasn’t the main point.

Trika recalled the conversation he had with Akashic when the war began.

-Concept?

-Yes. Do you know why the great demon lords are called great?

-Does this have something to do with the concept you speak of?

-Yes, that is because they are a being that fuses the concepts extracted from the demons under their control using their ability. Satan’s pet is an example.

-… I know it is special, but what is this concept you speak of?

-Simply put, it can be said to be the foundation of a living being. The 5 of them, including Satan, know how to control it and use the artificially created orbs as a medium to complete their idea; that is a concept.

The concept is something that gets created with incredible power in it.

So this is why the five of them managed to reign as the absolute rulers of the Devildom?

-Then we are out of luck.

It was funny to discuss the odds against the Demon Lord of Wrath given this information, but Trika only wanted to stand until his lord came back.

But listening to this now, it felt impossible.

-You can become a concept

-…Me?

-The strength of a concept is different, and so is the quality, but there is something more important than those.

-A medium.

-Exactly. Most likely, the demons cannot handle the raw power of a concept. No matter the strength of a demon lord, the body will have a hard time coping with it. But you-

-I’m an undead.

An undead made in the hands of Diablo Volfir. And since the soul didn’t exist for him, it didn’t matter how many concepts were placed inside.

Also, due to the absence of a soul, the body’s level could rise.

But there was one problem.

-But it is one of the 5 great Demon Lords you are going against, and I am sure he can handle it. Why didn’t he try to become the concept himself? According to what you said, Akashic, the stronger the medium, the stronger the body.

-…

Akashic couldn’t answer it easily, and Trika could guess it.

-I see,

-The choice is yours. What will you do?

It looked like a choice was being given, but Trika had only one way out in the end.

-If the lord will have a place to return to here, I will do anything.

-… You have made quite a difficult decision.

Over the past month, with the help of Akashic, he had several concepts implanted in him. He was able to acquire the power he had never experienced before.

Although he was going to lose something of equal level, he had no regrets in life other than not being able to go after the 12 Gods.

It was a pity that he took this decision without his lord’s permission, but if his lord could acquire the power to defeat the 12 Gods, that was enough.

Trika looked at his subordinates and said,

“From tomorrow, the first attack will be ours.”

“Are we going to do it?”

Trika shook his head at the concerned question from Lilian.

“Do not worry. I will stand at vanguard, Wrath, Satan; we will not lose unless he steps in.”

The commanders trembled at the calm voice. When such lords came to the forefront of the battle, the result was definite.

A victory.

“We will survive this.”

Trika’s eyes shone in purple.

Researcher Henos was observing the dimensional structure and flow.

There seemed to be a war brewing, but it had nothing to do with the researchers, so he decided to observe his task.

In the first place, he only temporarily belonged to the demon lord who governs this area, so he wasn’t exactly one of his subordinates.

Rather, the researchers cannot be owned.

“Ugh. My eyes hurt.”

Henos moved from the telescope.

He had already been staring at this for 10 hours, and his eyes were hurting. As he was about to rest his eyes, he turned to check the magnifier to check the situation below.

“They seemed to have stopped for a while.”

Previously he could hear the fighting, which made him think the sky was going to fall, but now it felt like a truce was being held.

Thanks to this, he was a bit annoyed at the noises interfering with his study.

“When will peace come to Devildom? Tch tch”

Henos didn’t like the demons much. He was a researcher of this land and didn’t like fighting.

And research is the one thing he chose because he wouldn’t have to fight.

“I am hungry. I will have to make a meal or something.”

And since he was alone, he would talk a lot to himself.

And hum out too.

He took out a piece of bread he had brought from home and began to hum a piece of bright music. This bread was made by grinding the grains in Devildom.

And this was to just quench the hunger.

As he took a couple bites, the graph on the dimension observation table suddenly began to run wild.

“W-what is happening!?”

Henos looked with wide eyes and threw the bread to the ground as he went to check the data. The axis of space-time suddenly changed.

“Is it broken?”

Otherwise, the graph shouldn’t be this wild, especially this out of the blue.

It is still an old one, so breaking down wouldn’t be strange.

But he wasn’t sure of it, so he checked the multidimensional situation.

And he noticed something unbelievable.

“T-the time axis is back.”

The time axis, which had been gradually turning longer, began to return. And it was slow, but it was slowly picking up the pace.

In this unexpected situation, Henos couldn’t come up with an explanation.

The spatiotemporal graph was going crazy and the multidimensional flow was normalizing.

As a researcher, it was difficult for him to jump to conclusions, and the observation center considered this just an anomaly.

It was time to pick up the communicator because he thought this had to be relayed.

Rumble-!!

The sound of the space being torn apart, the sky, and the Devildom felt like they were being slashed.

A huge presence, unlike anything he had experienced before, began to descend.

“W-what! What is that?”

He immediately turned on the magnifier, and he could see.

A man with three pairs of enormous black wings on his back and a golden crown on and with the red robes of an emperor was descending.

After that, a black and red light shone along with an ominous feeling, and Henos was lost.

Despite being far away, he knew who this was.

It was because he had been following the research and had seen them long ago.

“Demon Lord of Wrath!”

Could it be that the opponent that Trika was fighting was him?

“Damn it… for him to come.”

Just because researchers could not be owned, that didn’t mean they didn’t die.

Accidents often happen. Especially if there is a battlefield close by.