Chapter 203 – Sloth and Thunder (5)

The Apostle of Sloth was flustered by Alon’s sudden appearance, but only for a moment.

He immediately tried to seize him, but.

“!”

His two eyes grew large.

The black mana, which should have moved according to his will, did not move.

That was not all.

‘The mana is… disappearing?’

The black mana was scattering in the golden flash.

He could not understand the sight before his eyes at all.

However, soon.

A single realization came to him.

He immediately turned around, but.

‘The crystal…!’

Already there…

The black crystal, the source of power that connected and supported all the eggs and thousands of black strings.

It was scattering after being struck by the crackling lightning.

The Apostle of Sloth looked toward the front once more.

His face was full of fury.

Alon, who was looking at that sight indifferently, let out a sigh inwardly.

‘I am glad it succeeded.’

Alon slightly shifted his gaze back and looked at Silly.

Although traces of severe torture remained to anyone’s eyes, she was still alive.

‘Thank goodness.’

He was truly relieved.

If she had died.

Something unbearable would have surely happened.

At that time.

“You, just how…?”

The Apostle’s voice was heard.

Moving his gaze back to him.

He was still looking at the scattering black mana.

He was revealing a strange question and astonishment in full.

It was nonsensical.

Everywhere the black mana touched.

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

In other words, it was as if his vision reached there.

So.

Whatever it was, whoever it was.

The moment they entered the black mana.

The Apostle of Sloth would immediately ‘perceive’ it.

‘Surely, I did not feel him…’

Yet.

The man before his eyes…

Marquis Palatio, who dealt with the Apostle of Greed.

He had arrived before him while accomplishing that impossible thing indifferently.

It was not even just that.

‘…Just how did he find out?’

The black crystal.

Beyond his perception, so naturally.

He had broken the artifact that was the source of the barrier first.

And all at once.

As if he had already experienced this situation several times.

Without even a slight error or hesitation.

The Apostle’s face distorted even more.

‘I am glad it turned out as expected.’

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

Originally, he should not have entered the inside of the black mana.

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

It was certain that he would not be able to endure properly for even 10 minutes inside this black mana.

But the reason he could not only ignore the black mana but also appear before the Apostle while avoiding his perception.

Was because Alon knew the loophole of this black mana…

More precisely, the loophole of this situation itself.

The black mana spread wide centered around this place.

Its range was very wide.

However, it was only subordinate to the ground.

Its influence did not reach the sky.

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

It meant that one would not be affected by the black mana at all.

Even if one knew such a fact, there were not many who could properly utilize the loophole.

Even in Psychedelia, they only talked about such a loophole existing.

In reality, they did not use it to deal with ‘Sin’.

Because the range of the black mana spread on the ground was wide.

Unless humans could keep flying, they would eventually have to land within the range of the black mana and be captured by the Apostle.

Fortunately, it was not a problem for Alon.

Because the conditions and talent to use that loophole were excellently prepared.

The Altar of Rain, which was so massive that the manifested Basilio-ra had to climb it,

And Reinhardt, who possessed the ability to handle gravity.

To put it simply, Alon climbed the Altar of Rain and, using Reinhardt’s ability, floated as high into the air as possible.

Then, using the Thunder God Form, he dropped into the central area where the Apostle was located all at once.

‘Of course, thanks to that, I used up all my mana, and I seem to have landed wrong, so my leg feels like it is broken.’

Alon tried moving his leg slightly.

The fact that his shin felt sore meant it was not broken, but.

A pain that could make him groan unconsciously was felt.

Additionally.

Though he had saved Silly, he had used up all his mana, so far from fighting properly, he was in a situation where he could be caught by the black mana.

Of course, because Alon had broken the ‘composition of the barrier itself’, the black mana was temporarily released.

But he could not be relieved by that alone.

Because he knew that even if the core of the black mana was destroyed.

As long as its caster was not dealt with, the barrier would be generated again as time passed.

‘I do not know if the mana will be restored since it was implemented with an artifact this time, and not the ability of the Sin of Sloth.’

While Alon was having such thoughts and looking at the Apostle of Sloth.

The Apostle let out an absurd laugh and glared at the sky.

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

“…”

“I was also surprised that you identified the loophole of this barrier as if you had heard it from someone. However.”

He grinned.

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

At the moment the Apostle of Sloth made an explicit sneer.

In the air where there was nothing until a moment ago.

The black mana began to gather as if rewinding time.

Along with that, the artifact that composed the black mana was also regenerated.

Watching that sight, Silly…

“Ah…”

Let out a low, despair-filled exclamation.

As if responding to that, the Apostle made an even more nauseating smile.

“No matter how much you destroy the sphere, the sphere will continue to regenerate. As long as I am alive.”

“…”

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

‘Well, even if you aimed for me, I would not have died in one blow.’
The Apostle added a retort as if mocking.

However.

“I know.”

Alon was not shaken at all.

“What?”

“I said I know.”

He said, simply calmly.

“I knew that you would not die in one blow, and that the sphere I dealt with would regenerate after a while.”

As if he felt no regret whatsoever in this situation.

“Ha! Then does that mean you came inside deliberately to die?”

When the Apostle, whose face momentarily went blank, burst into a hollow laugh again.

“No. I have finished what I had to do.”

Alon lightly shrugged his shoulders and looked at Silly.

“What does that…”

The Apostle of Sloth, who was asking back while frowning.

“…”

Suddenly felt a realization.

The black crystal organizing the barrier was already properly regenerated.

Yet, clearly it should be so.

The black mana was not being scattered.

Feeling that something was wrong, the Apostle hurriedly turned around and…

“!”

Soon witnessed it.

The purple string wrapping tightly around the entire artifact from which black mana leaked out.

Furthermore, the linear marks drawn as if carving up the entire world.

And before that.

Thump! Thump!

A man was walking.

Holding a sword in one hand.

In the other hand, holding hundreds, thousands of strings that had divided this world.

Holding burning rage and hatred in his two eyes.

He was vomiting a creepy mana as if he would color this entire world in purple.

“I will kill you.”

Deus Macalian was there.

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Crack!

The noise, like wires stretching, was heard clearly in everyone’s ears, and at the same time.

Snap!

The black string and the purple string snapped and bounced as the battle began.

It was a clash so fast that Alon could not even properly perceive it.

With just one collision, the surrounding trees burst out.

The atmosphere vibrated and scattered the remnants of destructive mana.

Kwaaaaaaaaah!!!!

As hundreds and thousands of strings that slaughtered as if dividing the world repeated snapping and appearing.

The torn strings scratched the atmosphere and the ground, leaving sharp scars.

It was truly a battle that could not be called a battle of a single human.

A battle that could only inspire awe.

“Crazy…”

As the black mana vanished, Reinhardt, who had entered inside leading the knights.

He let out an oath unconsciously at the inhuman battle unfolding before his eyes.

The many knights who followed also felt awe at a level they could not dare to follow with their eyes.

However.

‘Deus is being pushed back.’

Alon coolly grasped the current situation.

He could not properly see the detailed aspects of the battle.

But through the mana reflected in his eyes, he could clearly perceive who held the upper hand.

The current situation was natural.

Even if their abilities seemed similar.

Unlike Deus, the Apostle was handling the ‘power of Sin’.

On top of that, more than anything.

‘He is too excited.’

Kwaaaaang!!

Alon looked at Deus, who had been bounced out through the black strings intricately tangled everywhere.

Though not even a few minutes had passed since the battle began.

His body had already become a wreck.

the charcoal-colored armor he was wearing was all shattered and partially lost.

Various parts of his body were full of wounds from being cut by the strings.

In contrast.

The Apostle of Sloth was making a leisurely smile, unlike when he was colored in fluster earlier.

He had woven dozens of trees into black strings and floated them in the air.

Too much of a contrasting appearance.

For Deus to seize victory.

He needed one more step beyond becoming calm.

That was why.

“Deus.”

Alon called him.

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Thump, thump, thump, thump!

A heart throbbing like crazy.

Feeling that beat.

Deus looked at the existence before his eyes with bloodshot eyes.

The Apostle, who had woven shattered surrounding objects into black strings and floated them.

The Apostle with a leisure all over his face.

Grit!

Deus gripped his sword tightly once more and took a posture to run out.

Revealing rage in battle.

He knew well how foolish that was.

Nevertheless.

He could not easily calm his rage.

Silly.

My younger sister.

When he arrived here.

the image of that child that filled his vision…

It was too similar to that time.

“Hoo…”

Deus’s vision was momentarily colored in gray.

What he saw were memories of the past that he hated to even think of.

Under the night sky where silence had arrived.

A man who was striking a woman’s head several times while howling.

A woman who was stabbing a knife into a man’s belly with her head half-crushed.

And, behind such a mother and father.

The one making a nauseating smile…

[The Black Sheep has chosen you.]

The Apostle of Sloth.

Grit!

The momentum emitted from Deus’s body grew stronger.

His bloodshot eyes poured rage toward the Apostle.

the purple mana that poured out explosively from his body changed into strings that divided this world once more into sections.

And, at the moment he was about to run out like that.

“Deus.”

A voice reached his ears.

A voice that was too cool, different from the rage boiling inside him.

The voice he knew well.

And.

“For the sake of revenge, become calm.”

At the sentence that fell as if he were looking clearly into his heart.

Deus felt his head cooling down, as if he had been hit with cold water in an instant.

the sound of his heart beating like crazy gradually distanced itself.

Only then did things that were not visible begin to enter his eyes.

And.

“Keep it in mind.”

“That you can wrap more than just what is visible to the eyes.”

“…!”

At Alon’s continuing words.

At the moment Deus’s eyes gradually grew large.

‘This situation is also not bad in its own way.’

The Apostle of Sloth was wearing a smile on his lips composedly.

Unlike the beginning when he was flustered, the situation was not that bad once it happened.

‘First, after neutralizing Deus, I should kill them one by one. First the knights, then Marquis Palatio, then the younger sister, no…’

Heh.

‘It would not be bad to kill the Marquis first. After breaking his mind a bit, finishing with the younger sister would not be a bad picture. First…’

He made a plan in his head, revised it, and finalized it.

Solely.

To give them even greater despair.

‘Right after showing an overwhelming difference in power.’

The Apostle of Sloth, who finished his thoughts, moved his body and pulled the black strings.

Boom! Kwaaaaaaaaah!!!!

At the same time.

the trees and rocks that were tied in black strings until just a moment ago were crushed and mashed above his head.

They began to form a giant sphere.

The sphere, which increased its size in an instant.

Soon it became massive enough to cover the wide sky.

“What is that… nonsensical…”

He had created a meteor.

The knights who were at that place looked up at the sky blankly.

At the firmament seized by a giant sphere wrapped tightly in black strings.

And.

“Even though you have become stronger, in the end you are not much different from when you were a child. Deus Macalian.”

“…”

The Apostle of Sloth, who mocked Deus while he was gasping for breath while holding his sword.

He looked at the purple strings that were now not many left.

The victory had already tilted.

Thinking so.

Heh.

With a leisurely mockery.

“You still cannot protect anything.”

The moment he flicked his hand.

“…?”

The Apostle of Sloth felt a strange sense of incongruity.

Something that could not be explained in words.

A sense of incongruity coming from the fact that something too natural, but something that could not be properly perceived, had disappeared.

At that, the Apostle, who momentarily went blank.

“What…?”

Belatedly, he realized the identity of that sense of incongruity.

‘Mana… why?’

It was precisely the mana the Apostle handled.

the black mana did not move at all.

As if it had been bound by something.

And.

‘This is… no way!’

At the moment the Apostle of Sloth, who was astonished by that fact, glared with his two eyes.

He saw.

“It is only a split second.”

Deus, who was scattering purple mana, as if he had been waiting.

Crack!!!!

The purple strings began to snap the black strings without hesitation.

Dozens,

Hundreds.

No, strings that surpassed thousands.

He snapped them without mercy.

At the same time, the giant meteor crumbled down as if it had been waiting.

However.

The purple strings rather wrapped the giant meteor without any gaps and then.

Crack!!!!

Began to carve it down.

the remnants that fell off ravaged and ravaged the forest and the ruins again.

What was made in that way.

“!”

A giant cone-shaped spear with a purple hue.

“But for now…”

The purple spear exuding a lofty sense of intimidation…

“This will be enough.”

Crack!!!!

With a rough sound of tearing strings, it fell toward the ground.

And.

Macalian Solar Eclipse.

Purple Nebula.

A purple star.

It fell down toward the ground.