I Became the Patron of Villains (Novel) - Chapter 109 - The God Made by Offerings (4)
Chapter 109 – The God Made by Offerings (4)
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Translated by Jinmu
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The grotesque scream of the fallen god rang out madly as trees were crushed and its body slammed into the earth.
Yet the man who had cast the god down simply stared at it as if he felt nothing at all.
Jenira, who had been looking blankly at that man, whose eyes held something vast and sacred.
“Get a hold of yourself.”
“Ah…”
Only then let out a sound.
“Can you stand?”
“Ah, uh… yes.”
“Then go down to the altar below. Your sister will be waiting for you there.”
“Wh-what are you going to do…?”
Looking at Jenira with the same unfeeling expression, he bent at the waist, picked up the frozen apple she had dropped moments ago, and handed it back to her.
“Obviously, I am going to deal with that and come down.”
With that, as if he had nothing more to say, he turned his gaze away.
Then.
“Jenira!”
“Sister!”
Swift Sirkal, who had been waiting below the altar, could bear it no longer and rushed upward.
“Thank you. Truly, truly thank you!”
“Take her down quickly.”
Once she hurried away with her younger sister.
‘I knew it was big, but it is really disgustingly huge.’
Alon held his pounding heart and looked at Receiver Basiliora, which was writhing like mad.
If not for Deus, both he and Jenira might have been swallowed together.
Even as that thought passed through his mind, he quickly poured a mana potion from his belt into his mouth and looked at the giant iron spear lodged through Basiliora’s upper jaw.
‘The ambush succeeded. That completes the first part of the plan. What matters begins now.’
He shifted his gaze to below the altar.
Receiver Basiliora was screaming in a furious roar that anyone could hear was filled with rage.
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A shriek so dreadful it sent numbness through the whole body.
That eerie scream made the icy raindrops lashing at him feel even colder.
Then.
[What are you?]
A voice rang directly through his mind.
It was the voice of Basiliora, who, having gained divinity, also possessed intelligence.
It sounded filled with obvious fury.
And yet.
‘…Fear?’
Alon thought he could detect that emotion faintly in Basiliora’s voice as well.
Kwagagagak.
Basiliora began climbing the altar once more, intent on killing Alon.
It surged upward with such violence that it shattered the edges of the altar as it came.
That sight was more than enough to make even Alon feel a chill.
Regrettably for it, however, Basiliora did not manage to climb all the way up.
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By then, its enormous body had already been wound around and around by violet threads, and those threads were dragging it back to the ground.
And then.
“Did you think I would let you reach the Marquis?”
Deus came crashing down on the serpent’s head.
And with that single blow, the god of the Thunder Serpents crashed to the earth once again.
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Reinhardt became convinced that Marquis Palladio was absolutely not in his right mind.
Every word that came out of the man’s mouth was the sort of thing no sane person should ever say, that is to say, the sort of thing only a madman would say.
Yes.
That was certainly what he had thought.
Until he actually saw it happen.
“Ha.”
Reinhardt stood with his mouth hanging open, staring at the distant scene.
There, the gigantic god of the Thunder Serpents, a being that alone was enough to make one’s spirit shrink back, was crashing down to the ground.
The sight of a human throwing down a god was enough to send a shiver through even Reinhardt’s crooked heart.
And that was not all.
‘…That is Deus?’
How long had it even been since he last saw him?
And yet Deus had become far stronger than Reinhardt had imagined.
Kwang.
What Reinhardt saw clearly was Deus being smashed away by the giant creature’s tail.
Deus flew through the forest, shattering trees as he went.
Even through the rain, the dust cloud that rose wildly looked as though he had taken the direct hit of some giant spell.
It was the sort of attack that no one, not even a Swordmaster, could walk away from unharmed.
It was virtually a killing blow.
“…”
Yet the Deus now standing before his eyes looked almost perfectly fine, covered only in mud and dust.
‘An inherent ability.’
Reinhardt understood without difficulty what Deus had done.
At the instant he was struck by the god, Deus had wrapped himself in his own threads and defended against the blow.
No sooner had Reinhardt recognized that than Basiliora charged again, rushing forward like a disaster to finish Deus off.
Kwagagagagak.
The calamity advanced with a sound like a natural disaster tearing across the earth, simply by crawling across the ground.
It drove its body forward as if to crush Deus under its weight.
But in the next moment.
Deus blocked the calamity.
By tying the surrounding trees and the creature itself together with violet threads.
Then, after winding the threads around his own body as well and halting its advance, he drew his sword and cut, twisting the path of the calamity aside.
Kwagagagak.
Basiliora shot away from the altar and slammed into a giant cliff far off.
Gooseflesh rose all over Reinhardt’s body at the sight.
‘Just how much has he grown?’
Until now, Reinhardt had believed that he too had gone through tremendous growth.
And yet the being he had set as his goal had already climbed to a place far above him.
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The instant he saw the calamity rush at Deus once more with another horrifying scream, Reinhardt had no choice but to grimace.
After all, aside from the first attack from Marquis Palladio, which had torn away part of its upper jaw, Basiliora had not actually suffered heavy damage.
Once again Receiver Basiliora charged toward Deus, or rather toward the altar behind him.
Deus prepared once more to stop the calamity.
But this time, even he looked pressed.
“Tch.”
Clicking his tongue, Reinhardt moved his body and arrived in front of Deus in an instant.
“I was going to save this for the final strike, you know.”
Grumbling briefly, he fixed his stance while staring at the calamity rushing at him like madness itself.
Right foot forward. Left foot back. His right hand gripping the scabbard raised high.
Clack.
Grasping the sword with his left hand, Reinhardt.
Ground his teeth hard.
And at the same time drove force into his right foot.
Crunch.
His foot bit into the ground.
Then, the instant the calamity reached him.
“Secret Art.”
Reinhardt brought the sword down.
And displayed before their eyes the ultimate technique he had forged during his time in the jungle.
“Flowing Meteor Sword.”
Kwaaaaaaaaaang.
As he drew and struck down across the ground, everything nearby began to be crushed.
The dirt.
The trees.
The gravel.
Even the rain falling from the sky.
Everything was destroyed beneath what felt like gravity magnified dozens of times over in a single instant.
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Even the giant calamity hurtling toward the temple was smashed down into the earth beneath that gravity.
And then.
“Preparations are complete. Everyone move according to plan.”
Marquis Palladio’s voice brought everything to its close.
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Alon thought with half surprise and half concern.
‘…I did not ask them to hold it back that much.’
From the beginning, he had anticipated to some extent that Receiver Basiliora would climb the altar.
And his plan had assumed only that Deus would stop the calamity-like advance of Basiliora once or twice.
He had never expected him to hold back more than that.
Which was why Alon was sincerely surprised that Deus had managed to stop the god to this extent.
Even if it was only a beast, Basiliora had fed for a long time upon faith and had risen to a level where it could at least be called a guardian god, if not a true god.
It could not possibly have been easy to block the attacks of such an existence.
On top of that, Basiliora’s body possessed a property whereby any damage dealt by one lacking divinity would be reduced.
That must have made it all the harder to stop.
Still, thanks to that, Alon had been able to finish all his preparations with ease.
After confirming that Deus and Reinhardt had already withdrawn from the battlefield in an instant.
“Whew.”
He let out a breath and looked once more at Receiver Basiliora, who was charging the altar where he stood.
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By now, perhaps because its attacks had been blocked several times, Basiliora had fallen silent and was simply charging with a mad roar.
Its 모습 was calamity itself.
Yet instead of shrinking from it, Alon formed a hand seal and intoned.
“Point.”
From the moment he first landed a blow on Basiliora until now, there had been three reasons he needed to stall.
First, mana recovery.
His despairingly small mana hole consumed most of his mana with a single proper use, so he had needed time to replenish it.
“Expansion.”
Second, time to sever the faith flowing to Basiliora and, at the same time, allow the debuffs he had requested from the Thunder Serpent tribe to take hold.
The faith Basiliora had already accumulated was vast enough that cutting the current flow would not immediately cause major damage.
Still, the debuffs used by the tribe’s curses would certainly help.
And.
“Vibration.”
The third reason was to allow the artifact he possessed, the Necklace of the Eye-Devourer, enough time to find Basiliora’s weak point.
With those preparations complete.
And at the exact instant Basiliora drew itself up to climb the altar once more.
“Destruction.”
Alon cast the spell at the altar itself.
And with that.
Kwagagagagagak.
The giant altar, which had already been cracked, collapsed.
Kwaaaa.
And water began to burst forth.
A raging flood, enough not only to sweep away everything nearby in an instant, but to swallow half of Basiliora’s body as well.
Even in that sudden emergency, Alon did not panic.
Because the final step had always been to destroy one of the dozens of Rain Altars, the things that caused the jungle floods he had experienced so many times while playing Psychedelia.
Alon looked down.
All preparations were complete.
Receiver Basiliora now had the Thunder Serpent tribe’s debuffs laid upon it.
Its body was half-submerged in floodwater.
And in the mouth of that so-called god was lodged the giant spear the Thunder Serpent tribe had helped reforge with magic, the spear that would act as a lightning rod.
Now all that remained was to deliver the final strike.
“Array of Thunder.”
He recited it quietly.
At that moment.
Having retreated according to Alon’s words to high ground in the jungle where the flood could not reach, Deus and Reinhardt witnessed it.
Under the darkened gray sky, a brilliant light burst from Marquis Palladio standing at the center of their vision, as though splitting the world in two.
“This is insane…”
Reinhardt cursed in sheer shock.
“…”
And Deus, once again filled with reverence, gripped the hilt of his sword.
Then.
As two eyes were inscribed behind Marquis Palladio’s back, carrying that white light that seemed to divide the world.
Radiance descended through the gray sky.