I Became the Patron of Villains

203. Sloth and Thunder (5)

The Apostle of Sloth was momentarily taken aback by Alon’s sudden appearance.

He immediately tried to seize him.

“!”

His eyes widened.

The black magic that should have moved according to his will was not responding.

And that wasn’t all.

‘The magic… it’s disappearing?’

The black magic scattered by the golden flash.

He couldn’t comprehend the scene before his eyes.

But soon.

A realization dawned upon him.

He immediately turned around.

‘The crystal-!’

But it was already too late-

The black crystal, the source of power that connected and sustained all the eggs and thousands of black threads, was being shattered by the crackling lightning.

The Apostle of Sloth looked forward again.

A face full of rage.

Alon, who had been staring at him indifferently, sighed inwardly.

‘Did it work?’

Alon glanced back at Silly.

Anyone could see the traces of severe torture remained, but she was still alive.

‘Thank goodness.’

He was genuinely relieved.

If she had died…

Surely, something beyond control must have happened.

At that moment.

“You, how on earth…?”

The voice of the apostle was heard.

When I turned my gaze back to him.

He was still staring at the dissipating black magic.

His face was filled with strange curiosity and astonishment.

It was an impossible situation.

Everywhere the black magic touched.

Wherever it was, it was under the apostle’s influence.

In other words, it was as if it was within his sight.

So.

Whatever it was, whoever it was.

The moment it entered the black magic.

The apostle of sloth would immediately ‘perceive’ it.

‘I definitely didn’t feel it-‘

However.

The man in front of him-

The Marquis of Palatio, who had dealt with the apostle of greed.

He accomplished that impossible task effortlessly and stood before him.

And that wasn’t all.

‘…How on earth did he find out?’

The black crystal.

So naturally beyond his perception.

He shattered the artifact, the source of the barrier.

All at once.

As if he had experienced this situation many times before.

Without the slightest error or hesitation.

The apostle’s face twisted even more.

‘It’s a relief that it went as expected.’

With that reaction, Alon let out a sigh of relief.

Originally, he shouldn’t have entered the realm of the black magic.

Because the compatibility between black magic and Alon was the worst.

It was clear that he wouldn’t be able to last even 10 minutes inside this black magic.

However, the reason he could ignore the black magic and appear before the apostle, evading his perception.

It was because Alon knew the loophole of this black magic-

To be precise, he knew the loophole of this very situation.

The black magic spread widely from this center.

Its range is extremely wide.

However, it is only confined to the ground.

It does not affect the sky.

In other words, if one could move through the sky.

It means they wouldn’t be affected by the black magic at all.

Even knowing this fact, there weren’t many who could properly exploit the loophole.

In Psychedelia, they only talked about such a loophole.

They didn’t actually use it to deal with ‘sin’.

Because the range of black magic spread on the ground is so wide.

Unless humans could keep flying, they would eventually land within the range of black magic and be caught by the apostle.

However, fortunately for Alon, it wasn’t a problem.

Because he had the conditions and talents to use the loophole very well.

The enormous altar of rain that even the incarnated Basiliora had to climb,

And Reinhardt, who had the ability to manipulate gravity.

Simply put, Alon climbed the altar of rain and used Reinhardt’s ability to rise as high as possible into the air.

Then, using the Thunder God Form, he descended in one go to the central area where the apostle was.

‘Of course, because of that, I used up all my magic power and even landed poorly, so my leg seems to be shattered.’

Alon subtly moved his leg.

His shin ached, it wasn’t broken, but.

He felt pain that made him unknowingly groan.

Moreover.

Although he had gained practical benefits, he had used up all his magic power, and was in a situation where he could be caught by the black magic, unable to fight properly.

Of course, although Alon had temporarily dispelled the black magic by breaking down the very structure of the barrier,

That alone was not enough to be relieved.

Even if the core of the black magic was destroyed,

As long as the caster was not dealt with, the barrier would regenerate over time.

‘I don’t know if this time the magic will be restored through an artifact rather than the power of the sin of sloth.’

Alon thought this as he looked at the apostle of sloth.

The apostle let out an incredulous laugh and looked up at the sky.

“Impressive, Marquis Palatio. I never imagined you would use such a method.”

“……”

“I was also surprised that you seemed to have figured out the loophole in this barrier as if someone had told you. However.”

Sneer-

“It seems you know one thing but not the other.”

At the moment the apostle of sloth made a blatant sneer,

From the empty void that had been there just a moment ago,

The black magic began to gather as if time were rewinding.

Along with it, the artifact that composed the black magic also regenerated.

Silica, who was watching the scene,

“Ah……”

Let out a low, despairing sigh.

In response, the apostle’s smile grew even more sinister.

“No matter how many times you destroy the orb, it will continue to regenerate. As long as I am alive, that is.”

“……”

“It’s a pity. If you had dealt with me in one blow, the situation might have been different.”

Well, even if you had targeted me, I wouldn’t have died in one blow.

– the apostle added sarcastically.

However.

“I know.”

Alon remained unfazed.

“What?”

“I said, I know.”

He spoke calmly.

“I knew that you wouldn’t die from a single blow, and that the sphere I dealt with would regenerate soon after.”

As if he felt no regret about this situation.

“Ha- So you came in here to die on purpose?”

The apostle, whose face had momentarily gone blank, let out a hollow laugh again.

“No. I’ve finished what I needed to do.”

Alon shrugged lightly and looked at Silly.

“What do you mean-“

The apostle of sloth, who had been frowning, asked back.

“…?”

Suddenly, he realized something.

The black crystal that formed the barrier had already regenerated properly.

But surely, it should have.

The black magic was not scattering.

Feeling that something was wrong, the apostle hurriedly turned around.

“!”

He soon witnessed it.

The purple thread that was tightly wrapped around the entire artifact from which the black magic was leaking.

Furthermore, the line that seemed to slash through the entire world.

And in front of it.

Step-! Step-!

A man was walking.

Holding a sword in one hand.

In the other hand, he held hundreds, thousands of threads that split this world apart.

With eyes filled with burning anger and hatred.

Spewing out a chilling magic that seemed to dye the entire world purple.

“I will kill you-“

Deus Macallian.

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Crunch-!

The sound of wire stretching echoed clearly in everyone’s ears.

Crack-!

The black and purple threads snapped as the battle began.

Alon moved so fast that it was almost impossible to perceive.

With just one clash, the surrounding trees exploded.

The air vibrated, scattering the remnants of destructive magic.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-!!!!

Hundreds and thousands of threads, slicing through the world, appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

The torn threads scratched the air and the ground, leaving sharp scars.

It was a battle that could never be called a mere human fight.

A battle that could only inspire awe.

“Crazy-“

As the black magic disappeared, Reinhardt, leading the knights inside, couldn’t help but curse at the inhuman battle unfolding before his eyes.

The numerous knights following him also felt awe at the level they couldn’t dare to follow with their eyes.

However.

‘Deus is being pushed back.’

Alon calmly assessed the current situation.

Although he couldn’t see the detailed aspects of the battle,

he could clearly perceive who was gaining the upper hand through the magic in his eyes.

The current situation was inevitable.

Even though their abilities seemed similar,

unlike Deus, the Apostle was wielding the ‘power of sin.’

Moreover,

‘He’s too excited.’

Boom-!!

Alon saw Deus bounce out from the tangled black threads.

It had only been a few minutes since the battle began,

but his body was already in shambles.

The dark armor he was wearing was completely shattered, with some parts missing.

His body was covered in wounds from being cut by threads.

In contrast.

The Apostle of Sloth, unlike earlier when he was filled with confusion.

With a relaxed smile, he entwined dozens of trees with black threads and lifted them into the air.

Such a stark contrast.

For Deus to gain the upper hand.

He needed to go beyond just calming down.

Therefore.

“Deus.”

Alon called out to him.

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Thump thump thump────-!

A heart pounding wildly.

Feeling that pulse.

Deus looked at the being in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

The Apostle, who had entwined the shattered objects around them with black threads and lifted them into the air.

With a relaxed smile on his face.

Grit-!

Deus once again gripped his sword tightly and took a stance to charge.

Revealing anger in battle.

He knew well how foolish that was.

Even so.

He could hardly calm his anger.

Silly.

My little sister.

When he arrived here.

The sight of that child filled his vision.

……Because it was so reminiscent of that time.

“Haa-“

Deus’s vision momentarily turned ashen.

What he sees is a memory of the past he doesn’t even want to think about.

Under the night sky where silence has descended.

A man striking a woman’s head repeatedly while she screams.

A woman, her head half-crushed, stabbing a knife into the man’s stomach.

And, behind such a mother and father.

With a fishy smile on his face-

[The Black Sheep has chosen you.]

The Apostle of Sloth.

Squeeeze-!

The force emanating from Deus’s body intensifies.

His bloodshot eyes pour anger onto the Apostle.

The purple magic explosively pouring out of his body transforms into threads that once again divide this world.

And, just as he is about to charge forward.

“Deus.”

A voice reached his ears.

A voice so calm, different from the anger boiling inside him.

A voice he knows well.

And.

“For revenge, stay calm.”

As if seeing right through his heart, the words fell.

Deus felt his head cool down, as if doused with cold water.

The sound of his wildly beating heart gradually faded away.

Only then did things that were invisible start to come into view.

And.

“Remember.”

“Not everything visible can be grasped.”

“……!”

At Alon’s continuing words.

At that moment, Deus’s eyes slowly widened.

‘This situation isn’t so bad after all.’

The Apostle of Sloth wore a calm smile on his lips.

Unlike the initial confusion, the situation wasn’t all that bad.

‘First, I’ll neutralize Deus, then kill them one by one. First the knights, then Marquis Palatio, then the sister, or maybe-‘

He chuckled.

‘Killing the marquis first wouldn’t be bad either. Breaking his spirit a bit and then finishing with the sister wouldn’t be a bad picture. First-‘

He planned, revised, and finalized in his mind.

Solely.

To give them even greater despair.

‘Right after showing the overwhelming difference in power.’

Having finished his thoughts, the Apostle of Sloth moved his body and pulled the black thread.

Boom-! Crackle-crackle-crackle-!!!

At the same time.

The trees and rocks that had been bound by the black thread until just a moment ago began to crumble and crush above his head.

They began to form a giant sphere.

The sphere, growing in size in an instant,

Soon became so huge that it covered the vast sky.

“What is that- that’s impossible-”

He created a meteor.

The knights present there stared blankly at the sky.

At the giant sphere wrapped in black thread that dominated the sky.

And then.

“Even though you’ve gotten stronger, you’re still no different from when you were a child. Deus Macallian.”

“…….”

The Apostle of Sloth, sneering at Deus who was panting while holding his sword,

Now looked at the remaining purple thread.

The tide had already turned.

Thinking so,

He chuckled-

With a leisurely sneer.

“You still can’t protect anything.”

The moment he flicked his hand.

“……?”

The Apostle of Sloth felt a strange sense of dissonance.

Something that couldn’t be explained in words.

Something so obvious, yet unrecognizable, had disappeared, causing the dissonance.

In that moment of bewilderment, the Apostle.

“What……?”

Belatedly realized the source of the dissonance.

‘Magic power- why?’

It was the magic power that the Apostle wielded.

The black magic power, it didn’t move at all.

As if it was bound by something.

And then.

‘This- can’t be-!’

The Apostle of Sloth, horrified by the realization, widened his eyes.

He saw.

“It’s still just a fleeting moment.”

As if waiting, Deus scattered the purple magic power.

Crack-!!!

The purple threads began to relentlessly cut through the black threads.

Dozens,

Hundreds.

No, thousands of threads.

Cutting them mercilessly.

At the same time, the massive meteor that had been waiting collapsed.

However.

The purple threads, instead of letting the massive meteor fall, wrapped around it tightly.

Crack-!!!

And began to carve it away.

The debris that fell ravaged the forest and the ruins again and again.

What was created like that.

“!”

A giant cone-shaped spear tinged with purple light.

“But now-”

The purple spear, exuding a lofty sense of intimidation-

“This should be enough.”

Kagagagak-!!!

With a rough sound of tearing threads, it fell to the ground.

And then.

Makalian Eclipse

Purple Nebula (紫色星雲)

A purple star.

Fell towards the ground.