Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 247

Chapter 247

 

Ryanga’s initial reaction upon seeing Baarma was sheer terror.

The mere sight of it caused her body to lock up, and her vision became obscured by white.

A crippling sense of despair washed over her.

However, amidst this profound dread, there were two sources that allowed Ryanga to overcome her paralysis and move.

First, the intense fury raging inside her, which was powerful enough to suppress that distant, overwhelming fear.

Second, the image of Alon, moving with frantic urgency after making a sacrifice contract—surrendering everything he had—to secure Baarma’s demise.

She grasped the incredible magnitude of Alon’s action.

He had managed to fully restore the World Tree, which Baarma had utterly annihilated, to a perfect condition that no one could argue against.

Even without extensive knowledge of the world, Ryanga understood instantly:

Just how staggering that accomplishment was.

And how formidable the deity Alon had made his pact with must be.

Yet, immediately after manifesting the World Tree, Alon appeared exposed to Baarma’s aggression.

His eyes were closed even as Baarma lunged toward him.

The moment Ryanga determined that even the colossal, sky-descending mechanical hand would be insufficient to stop Baarma’s advance—she instantaneously focused energy into her legs.

Ordinarily, it would have been utterly impossible for her to reach Baarma.

Even for her, a member of a powerful lineage, born with prodigious physical might.

The distance separating her, hidden among the refugees, and Baarma was simply too vast.

But that was only when Ryanga was still a ‘regular Ghost.’

Kwaaaa—!!!

The earth beneath her pulverized, and Ryanga’s surroundings blurred in an instant.

In one blink, she zipped past the panicked refugees and soldiers.

With her subsequent stride, she swept past the commander and the king.

And the instant her final push slammed into the ground— she was positioned directly underneath Baarma.

Lifting her gaze, Ryanga channeled energy into her legs once more.

What she beheld was the immense frame of Baarma, the physical form of hopelessness.

But even facing such dread, Ryanga solidified her resolve.

And she recalled.

That night of frantic, maddened shrieking.

The moment she consumed the half-decayed remains of her own kin, tears streaming down her face as she did so.

The truth that she had endured all this time— awaiting this precise opportunity to exact vengeance on Baarma.

Holding onto every single feeling and memory, Ryanga shattered her own limitations.

An explosive discharge of magical force.

If she attempted to move even one more time in this condition, her body would unquestionably disintegrate beyond any chance of recovery.

But even knowing this—

KWAOOOOOOOOH—!!!!!!

She launched herself without a second thought, rocketing straight for his core.

[Insignificant little speck.]

Ryanga’s assault succeeded in halting Baarma’s forward motion— but utterly failed to inflict any substantial injury.

“Ugh—”

Seized by Baarma’s gigantic hand right after managing to barely scrape his hide, Ryanga expelled a pained gasp and stared up at him.

A look of complete condescension, gazing down at something pitiable.

A visage that instilled fundamental fear.

“Huh—”

Yet even as she confronted Baarma like that, the girl— no, Ryanga— smiled.

She already recognized the truth.

At the very least, she could not defeat Baarma before her using her own strength.

She knew this fact intimately.

That was the reason her objective, from the very beginning, was singular.

To successfully disrupt Baarma’s attempt to interfere with Alon.

And she had accomplished that aim with absolute certainty.

With a strained expression, Ryanga shifted her focus toward Alon.

He was there.

Alon, enveloped in a radiant, pure white light, unlike his usual appearance.

Seeing him thus, Ryanga experienced a mix of satisfaction and remorse.

Satisfaction that Alon would now fulfill the revenge on Baarma that she could not personally achieve.

And remorse that she was no longer capable of upholding the covenant they had forged.

Tragically, Ryanga’s physical form had reached its absolute end.

Because she had driven a body that couldn’t sustain itself far past its breaking point, it was a genuine miracle that she was still conscious.

Yet she allowed herself a smile.

At the certainty that Baarma would eventually be vanquished.

At the fact that she successfully landed at least one blow on Baarma.

Even as Baarma’s expression contorted with fury, she smiled and gently closed her eyes.

“…?”

Then, she perceived a strange sensation of being suspended.

The overwhelming pressure of Baarma’s grip had entirely disappeared.

And the agony that had threatened to crush her body was also gone.

She forced her eyes open with her final reserve of strength, and what greeted her sight was—

“……Chi— Chief?”

“Yes.”

It was Alon.

He was holding Ryanga in his arms, still shrouded in the pure white luminescence.

“Thank you.”

After gently transferring Ryanga to Rine, who had rushed over, he uttered a quiet phrase to her.

And then turned away without delay.

Boom!

Before anyone could register it, Baarma was standing right in front of Alon.

With eyes wide open, Baarma drew his leg back, preparing to kick the calmly standing Alon.

A collective gasp of horror escaped everyone watching.

“Wa—”

In that precise moment, just as Magrina—who had been frozen in shock—instinctively extended her hand—

They witnessed it.

Jjjjjjjjt—!!!!

Baarma’s entire body rapidly being encased in ice.

And then.

“Lightning God Form.”

Following those softly spoken words, the now-frozen Baarma’s body was violently propelled away.

Boom! Crackcrackcrack! Boom—!!!

Baarma’s divine manifestation was flung away instantly, tumbling uncontrollably across the ground and pulverizing his own worshipers beneath him.

“Ugh—Aaaaagh!”

“Aaaaaagh—!!!”

The panic-stricken cries of his followers echoed throughout the area.

Baarma’s frozen body collided forcefully with the trunk of the newly restored World Tree.

Amidst the pandemonium and monstrous shrieks— the attention of the allied forces was once more fixated on one individual.

On the man who had effortlessly hurled away Baarma, a being who had previously seemed utterly invincible.

A god—

And concurrently—

Wooooooong~!

Toward the hope that now filled the previously gray sky with stars resembling a glorious Milky Way, they offered profound respect.

---

The glittering celestial lights woven into the ashen sky formed a stunning galaxy.

Screams sharp enough to damage the eardrums erupted everywhere, and Baarma launched himself off the ground, charging directly at Alon.

As if truly committed to ending his life, he scattered his pitch-black divine essence in all directions.

The mouths that had been sealed by ice moments before now snapped open simultaneously.

And then—

Woooooooooong~!!!

The black divine power, horribly concentrated, surged into his gaping mouths—

Then violently erupted outward across the entire area.

KWAAAAAAAH—!

!!!!

A torrent of divine power discharged all at once, seemingly intent on obliterating everything—including his own believers.

The savage divine energy that shot out in multiple streams was something that, under normal circumstances, Alon could not have halted.

No matter the intensity of his magic, using his raw mana alone, he could only hope to block a single one of the divine power streams aimed at him.

Indeed, if things were as they usually were.

But the current situation was different.

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

His unique technique—

Reverse Heaven—made this defense possible.

Behind Alon, ten Ice Seals manifested, and he swiftly began performing hand seals.

At a quick glance, it seemed like the standard Six Ice Seals he frequently utilized, employing the hand gestures.

But this was not the case.

All ten of his hands were simultaneously performing the exact same seal.

And then—

Water Ice Seal

Ten Techniques Combined

“Crystal, snow, formation—the everlasting glory of the snowy peaks, the certainty of the unsighted.”

Alon softly recited the familiar chant.

Crystal Spear—Modified

Glacier

Into the desolate, ashen world—

Crack!

The enormous glacier descended.

The divine power rushing toward the allied forces immediately turned to solid ice.

The glacier that intercepted Baarma’s assault did not stop there—it encased all the worshipers present within a shell of frigid ice.

“Thunder God Form.”

As Alon’s seals shifted once again, his body momentarily vanished—

BOOOOOM!!

And was instantly converted into a bolt of lightning that crashed violently into Baarma’s body.

[KRAAAAGH—!]

Baarma was propelled into the air, utterly unable to mount any defense.

Even in that fleeting moment, he attempted to gather divine power once more, opening multiple grotesque mouths.

Unfortunately, he was immediately intercepted by the oncoming Alon again.

And with that—

Crackle-crackle-snap~!!!

The relentless assault commenced.

With every movement of the brilliant lightning, Baarma’s body, which had been plummeting toward the ground, was repeatedly driven back into the sky.

Chilling shockwaves resonated across the massive glacier.

“Ah—”

Everyone stood motionless, their mouths agape at the overpowering spectacle.

Even the allied soldiers who had sunken into deep despair.

Even the terrified commander.

Even the king, whose face was twisted with the pain of betrayal.

Even the faithful who venerated Baarma.

Even the devotees who welcomed death with smiles.

All of them— simply gazed at the ongoing scene.

And so—

[Kaghk—!]

As Baarma’s body began to shatter and fall— beneath the Milky Way that now enveloped the desolate world, in a blinding flash— when Alon, wreathed in swirling lightning, formed the hand seals once more, Baarma’s descending body froze in mid-air.

And then—

CRACK-CRACKLE-SNAP!

The celestial river dissolved.

The silver stream that filled the gray heavens shattered into countless brilliant fragments.

The radiant light that surrounded Alon’s body abruptly vanished.

“Urgh!”

Blood erupted from Alon’s mouth.

This was an outcome no one had anticipated.

Yet even as he coughed up blood, he showed no sign of panic.

‘…This is the endpoint, then.’

He merely looked up at the dissipating traces of Reverse Heaven in the sky and exhaled a weary breath.

The fundamental principle behind the spell he had devised, Reverse Heaven, was straightforward.

“To invert the very laws of magical energy.”

That was the core of Reverse Heaven, the governing rule of Alon’s spellcraft.

The moment it was activated—

It allowed him to transform all consumed and burned-out mana into a virtually limitless source of magical power by applying the rule to the phenomenon of mana burn.

But the critical issue lay with Alon’s mana core.

His inherently small mana core was far too constrained to manage the overwhelming power generated by Reverse Heaven.

Yet, to sustain Reverse Heaven, he was compelled to continually cast spells.

The resulting side effect was the presence of mana orbs, suspended in the sky like scattered stars.

Mindlessly overstuffed with raw mana— he had manufactured hundreds, even thousands of mana spheres that failed to coalesce into proper spells, fighting instead through sheer, unrefined power.

But Alon’s body rapidly reached its physical limit.

Blinking against his blurring vision, Alon opened and closed his eyes.

In less than a second, he completed dozens of crucial calculations— his head pounded as if molten rock had been poured inside.

His blood vessels had burst from the strain, turning his eyes a dark crimson.

And thick, dark blood began to seep from the side of his mouth.

His physical state was dire, having poured every last drop of his mana and magic into the struggle.

Heh—

Floating in the air, Baarma stared down at Alon and twisted his lips into a wicked smirk.

It was evident that Alon had reached his breaking point.

In sharp contrast, Baarma—

Though damaged, had not suffered any truly fatal injuries despite the multitude of strikes.

[I will slaughter you!]

He sneered darkly.

But then—

Heh.

Alon, observing Baarma’s sinister expression, returned the exact same smile.

Alon’s objective was never centered on killing him.

He had already calculated that even with an endless supply of mana, slaying that monstrosity was an impossibility.

From the beginning, what Alon had aimed for— was to inflict the maximum possible damage on Baarma.

And to firmly pin him in place.

The task of delivering the final blow—

[!]

Was not his to execute.

Sensing something profoundly amiss, Baarma swiftly spun his gaze toward the space behind Alon.

And he saw something enormous.

It was a colossal cannon.

So massive that it could easily engulf even a being the size of Baarma whole—

A tremendous weapon connected directly to the newly restored World Tree.

And then—

“Ocean Cannon Agathon Arizema, full deployment accomplished.”

Rine, moving her hand in a decisive gesture toward Baarma—

“Fire.”

With that small whisper—

[Noooo—!]

Baarma’s scream erupted—

And a brilliant white light engulfed everything.

Even the desolate, ashen sky.