Chapter 270 – Purity and Jealousy (3)

Yuman stared blankly at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

It wasn’t just Yuman.

The holy knights who had been looking down as if everything was over until just a moment ago.

The clergymen who had been wielding holy power to stop the Seraph of Jealousy until the last moment.

Even the people who had been making despairing expressions in helplessness.

All of them were staring blankly at that sight.

With his back to the sunset, boasting a pure white brilliance.

A man who created a Milky Way containing the sunset in the sky.

In the middle of the falling meteor shower.

Marquis Palladio.

“…”

Blue meteor showers fall from the sunset sky.

Splendidly, beautifully.

And…

Kwaaaaaaaa!!!

Destructively.

Hundreds and thousands of meteor showers from the sky rush toward the Sin of Jealousy, which has just begun to stir, taking everything from him.

The wings that should be supplied as nourishment.

The giant cocoon that should make the body stir.

Just as Goddess Sironia in the scriptures eliminated incomplete things from this land.

“What on earth is that…!”

Then, someone spat out words.

But no one replied.

The person who spat out those words did not expect an answer either.

It was just admiration.

Infinitely pure worship.

Everyone here now shared the same emotion.

In the midst of that, Yuman looked down at Rosaria.

A few meteor showers that failed to hit the Seraph were falling toward Rosaria.

He was nervous about that sight for a moment.

“!”

Suddenly, the meteor showers exploded in the air.

To be precise.

They were helplessly blocked by an invisible pure white holy brilliance.

Yuman soon realized.

That it was a siege defense device using the holy power of Rosaria.

However.

‘A siege defense device can only be operated if there are at least two cardinals…’

At the moment the question arose, the scene from earlier suddenly came to mind.

The image of Alon talking about something to Yutia.

“Ah.”

Yuman realized that Yutia and Sergius were not in this place and let out a hollow laugh.

That meant.

Alon already knew.

That from the moment he arrived here, things would turn out like this.

Therefore.

“This is, the Hidden Saint…”

Yuman looked at Alon with deep eyes that had now gone beyond awe.

***

As soon as the meteor shower ended, Alon landed on the roof of the temple using Flash Thunder God.

He immediately deactivated Reverse Heaven and let out heavy gasps.

“Phew.”

His heart beat wildly out of Alon’s control.

His eyes repeatedly blurred and brightened, unable to focus.

‘Did I last 30 seconds…? 40 seconds? …As expected, is this the limit if I don’t use the Godhead?’

Alon thought as he wiped away the warm nosebleed.

‘But even this much is enough of an achievement. Since I could endure even without the Godhead.’

Alon did not use the Godhead in the previous spell.

That meant he used the spell after removing the safety device.

The reason Alon did such a dangerous thing even though his brain could melt or his mana hole could burst and he could die was because he couldn’t use the Godhead as freely as before.

Because the amount of Godhead gathered by Alon at that time and the amount gathered by him now were different from the start.

He saved the Godhead because he knew that the battle with the Sin would not end with just one time.

‘…Still, it’s a relief that I achieved what I wanted.’

Alon raised his gaze and looked at the sky.

In the sky, there was the Seraph of Jealousy making a bizarre screeching noise – no, the cocoon of the Sin that was torn to rags and shredded all over its body.

The cocoon that had become completely tattered after being hit by Alon’s meteor shower before its body could even stir properly.

‘I’ve done everything I can.’

Literally, he did everything he could at this point.

Aiming for the moment when the Seraph of Jealousy mutated into a Sin, he inflicted the maximum damage he could on the Sin before it stirred.

In fact, what was more important than that.

Was that he stole the awe that should have been the power of the Sin of Jealousy.

And that he protected the subjects who would have become White Ghosts.

Because unlike other Sins, the Sin of Jealousy’s power became even stronger according to the awe and jealousy gathered by the Seraph of Jealousy by setting.

For that reason, Alon used the spell while appearing before everyone using Flash Thunder God on purpose.

To steal as much awe heading toward that guy as possible.

‘…It would have been better if I could have dragged out the time a little longer.’

Such a thought flashed through his head for a moment, but Alon soon pushed the regret into a corner.

Even if he had maintained Reverse Heaven at that time, he wouldn’t have been able to completely deal with the Sin of Jealousy.

As far as he knew, even if one inflicted any damage on a Sin that had already begun to stir, one could only cause damage close to annihilation but could not completely eliminate it.

In other words, to kill a Sin that had already stirred, one had to eventually see the birth of the Sin.

In fact, Alon confirmed it when he dropped the meteor shower earlier.

The fact that the cocoon of the Sin, which was receiving more than a certain amount of damage, no longer received damage from a certain point.

The Sin that was protected like a game object even though it was clearly reality.

He felt the unreasonableness of its existence itself, but Alon steeled his heart.

Since it turned out like this, it was something he eventually had to do.

“…”

Alon looked at the Sin that began to stir slowly in a tattered state.

…Night was coming.

***

At that point.

“This is a bit unpleasant.”

The Apostle of Purity – no, the Apostle of Jealousy, who was looking at the cardinals, holy knights, and clergymen descending to Rosaria like an ebbing tide to help Alon…

He looked up at the sky, frowning as if he didn’t like it.

Where his gaze reached, where darkness settled as the sunset completely disappeared below the mountain, there was a cocoon that had become completely tattered.

“…Marquis Palladio.”

The Apostle of Jealousy spat out that name as if chewing it and roughly tapped the tree he was leaning on.

If it weren’t for that person, everything would have gone well as scheduled.

The Seraph of Jealousy, who would have devoured the clergymen, knights, and cardinals of Rosaria as sacrifices, would have bloomed successfully.

At the same time, since the troops were disposed of, it would have been able to receive awe and fear from the foolish humans and awaken as a Sin.

By the time that person manifested, his army would have completely covered Rosaria.

However, that perfect plan all went up in smoke.

Just because of one man.

“No, his ability is quite extraordinary to be called just that.”

The Apostle looked at Alon standing tall on the roof of the temple.

Certainly, his ability was more than what the Apostle had grasped.

No, although it was a moment, seeing that overwhelming figure.

It was to the point where he wondered if he had grasped it wrong in the first place.

Because it was such a huge sight that even he opened his mouth.

‘Do I have to admit it?’

The Apostle acknowledged it cleanly.

That he had underestimated Marquis Palladio more than he thought.

The fact that he was a person of interest far more than he had expected.

At the same time, he was relieved.

Because he had set up the board expecting even such a situation.

Snap!

The Apostle snapped his fingers as if he were enjoying it.

And.

Kwadududuk!!!

From the ground where there was nothing, White Ghosts, like those made by the Seraph of Jealousy, began to burst through the floor.

It wasn’t just where his gaze reached.

In all areas of Rosaria.

White Ghosts were crawling up.

“Wha- What!”

“Aaaaah!”

The Apostle hummed a tune while hearing the screams echoing from far away, from the capital of Rosaria.

The White Ghosts he created after receiving authority.

These were nothing compared to the White Ghosts made by the Seraph, which would become the birth body of the Sin.

But even so, it was fine.

Even if each one’s power was weak.

It boasted an overwhelming number of individuals to offset it.

He had spent hundreds of years for only this one moment.

And the fruit had ripened and appeared at this moment.

“Whew.”

Desperate screams.

Light shriek sounds.

The more the bizarre sounds overlapped, the more the Apostle’s face twitched as if he were enjoying it.

Because the White Ghosts he created…

Would return the awe that occurred due to unexpected checks to that person again.

Listening to the sound of the arrangements he had made just in case functioning successfully.

The Apostle stretched out his hand and aimed at Alon on the temple.

He was a cautious personality in everything.

Therefore, it was an action he wouldn’t have done normally, but the Apostle understood it without difficulty.

That this moment was an opportunity.

Anyone could see that Alon was exhausted.

To the point where he wouldn’t be able to properly notice even a small magic.

‘If I deal with that guy now, there’s no one left to hinder his birth.’

With such a thought, the Apostle gathered mana at his fingertips.

Hum!

At the moment the black mana that began to gather at once chewed up the atmosphere and showed off its hair-raising power.

Boom! Booom!!

Heavy explosion sounds echoed in the Apostle’s ears.

Far away.

The heavy noise coming from a place where even his vision might not properly reach.

And.

He saw it clearly.

Two lights rushing toward him along the east and west outer walls of Rosaria.

A golden light that would blind the eyes just by looking at it.

Something pitch black that seemed like it would suck one into the abyss just by looking at it was flying toward him.

At the moment the Apostle, realizing that something unusual was happening, shot mana at Alon immediately without gathering power anymore.

He realized.

Along with the fact that the mana he shot vanished after being grazed by something golden without even crossing the outer wall of Rosaria.

Kwaduk!

The fact that countless black hands bizarrely twisted his own hand, which had been reaching toward Alon…

Kkikikikik…

And made it point toward the Apostle himself.

And.

“Gack!?”

In the next moment when the Apostle’s eyes were wide open in terrible pain as if his limbs were being torn apart.

In front of the Apostle’s eyes.

Two figures had already arrived.

“This bastard dares to touch my brother…”

The King of Curses, who glared at the Apostle with cold eyes while threateningly coiling black hands that flowed out endlessly.

“Who are you?”

The Lightning God, wreathed in bright yellow lightning all over her body.