Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 271

C271. Purity and Jealousy (4)

 

The Apostle couldn’t comprehend the current situation.

Why was the King of the Curse, whom he was trying to persuade…

And why was the avatar body prepared by the Apostle of Pride here?

He could not understand it.

However, even in that confusion, there was one thing the Apostle understood with absolute clarity—

‘Danger.’

That this situation was tremendously dangerous.

Upon realizing this, the Apostle immediately retreated.

Shaaack!

His right hand, caught by the black hand, detached, and blood spurted in all directions.

Despite the pain that tearing off his own hand must have produced, the Apostle did not blink once.

Rather, as if it were his opportunity, he hurled his severed hand towards Seolrang and Nangwon.

Then—

Kuaaaaa!

From the arm, where blood was flowing uncontrollably, masses of pale flesh shot forward.

As if they were exploding beams of light, the masses grew and immediately enveloped Seolrang and Nangwon.

However—

Pajik—!

The Apostle’s maneuver was crushed in an instant.

Pajijijik—!

A golden flash shot out like lightning and pulverized the masses, falling upon him in the blink of an eye.

“!”

Even the Apostle blessed by the Highest (The Great Being) lost sight of that rapid figure for a moment. He tried to react…

Kwa-jik!

But his body was already sent flying like a ball.

He rolled across the ground, leaving a huge furrow, destroying trees and laying waste to the forest.

And further on—

Kuaaaang!

His body was embedded in the middle of the cliff, creating a massive crater.

“Kuheok—”

The Apostle spat dark blood, opening his eyes in disbelief.

‘This much…?’

He knew the avatar body was strong.

But he didn’t expect Seolrang to be so powerful.

The danger he had sensed earlier came from the King of the Curse, whom he considered a candidate…

Not from Golden Moon, who was right in front of him.

That’s why—

‘This doesn’t make sense…’

He tried to hurriedly get up to prepare for the next move, but—

Kwa-duk!

“Eya-diya.”

He couldn’t get up.

Black hands that hadn’t existed before had appeared all around him.

Hundreds of hands loaded with curse and malevolence.

Seeing them, the Apostle again expelled masses of flesh from his severed arm.

Kwa-deudeuk!

They sprouted again, but—

Kwa-de-de-deuk!

“¡Ghh—?!”

The black hands completely restrained him before he could do anything.

“Did you think you could escape, you wretch?”

And at that instant—

흑수관 (Black Hand View)

심연주 (Abyssal Hand)

The Apostle’s body was… twisted.

Neck, shoulders, chest, waist, hips, legs, knees…

All his joints were forced beyond natural limits.

He was immobilized and irrevocably broken.

His body lay on the ground.

But it wasn’t the end.

The black hands, which already covered the entire cliff, crushed the edge of the precipice and dropped it directly onto him.

And then—

Seolrang descended, crushing him along with the piece of cliff.

The earth exploded.

Dust splattered everywhere.

The roar echoed all the way to Rosario.

A tremendous chaos.

Until then, Nangwon and Seolrang had been very careful.

They did not want Alon Palatio to see them in this state.

That’s why they were behaving like two children pulling each other’s hair.

But now, that concern had completely vanished.

Protecting Alon was much more important than worrying about whether he would see them like this and be displeased.

With cold, sunken gazes, Seolrang and Nangwon watched the epicenter of the dust.

The Apostle no longer had anything intact.

Twisted arms and legs, a shattered neck…

And his body covered by those pale, deformed masses that were no longer human.

Even so, the Apostle smiled wryly.

“Too bad… what a shame. Now I won’t be able to help him…”

He muttered to himself.

But then—

“—But it doesn’t mean I can’t help at all.”

He smiled broadly.

Suddenly, pale masses began to sprout around Seolrang and Nangwon.

Giving them no time to react, they formed a kind of small stadium, enclosing them along with him.

Kwa-jik—!

Seolrang tore off his head at that instant.

Even so, the Apostle looked at her, amused.

“It’s no use. Even if you kill me, this won’t disappear. Nor will you be able to cross it. These masses are… something special.”

“You—”

“Come, let’s observe the Descent of the Great One together.

Let’s see what happens to the one you were trying to protect.”

He laughed haughtily.

The sun set and night arrived. Then a strange sound was heard.

Alon Palatio looked up.

High above, the silent mass of sin began to move with viscous sounds, announcing that it would soon reveal its form.

Alon held his head, trying to make sense of the situation.

…Below, the pale existences continued to attack the citizens.

Above, the Sin was being born.

It was serious, but not totally desperate.

He had weakened the Sin to the maximum.

Furthermore, he had asked Yutia in advance to evacuate the population to the opposite side.

For the little time he had, he had done everything possible.

But his concern came from what was about to appear.

The Sin was weakened, yes.

Perhaps it only had a fifth of its original strength.

But Alon knew very well…

how absurd that being was.

At that moment—

Ddu-ruk—

The frantically writhing mass stopped.

And then…

“Eya-diya.”

A hand emerged.

A gigantic hand that covered the night sky.

It was so big that it could easily cover half of Rosario.

It fell, tearing through the air.

Before Alon could act, the hand passed through the city’s defensive barrier as if it didn’t exist, touched the ground…

…and began to erase everything it touched.

White streets were pulverized.

Plazas were reduced to ruins.

Temples collapsed with a single blow.

With just one time.

That was enough to turn half of Rosario into a devastated landscape.

Alon was—

“…ha…”

—simply overwhelmed.

By the irrationality.

By the very existence of that thing.

As the hand retreated, horrendous screams echoed throughout the city.

And inside the cocoon, a gigantic, still incomplete figure began to form.

The Sin had awakened.

But—

‘It’s now or never.’

Alon knew it.

And then—

“Reverse Heaven.”

As he murmured, the necklace around his neck began to emit a blue glow.

A brightness as clear as a blue moon.

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On the roof of the eastern temple, where most of the population had taken refuge—

“Ugh…”

Sergius watched Rosario, trembling.

With a single attack, the city had been reduced by half.

Even so, they had managed to eliminate all the pale existences that were sneaking into the temple.

He breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that everyone was alive.

But then—

The refugees let out a sigh of despair.

“That… that can’t be…”

Sergius fell to the ground without realizing it.

The small hope that had been rekindled was completely extinguished upon seeing that attack.

It was too much.

The irrationality of the Sin had reduced them to emptiness.

Gazing soullessly ahead, Sergius suddenly heard—

Pfft.

A small laugh.

It was Yutia.

She was smiling radiantly, as if everything happening was beautiful.

Reflected in her eyes was the Milky Way or Galaxy that now shone above them thanks to the blue moonlight.

Her cheeks had a slight reddish tone. And her smile was pure, luminous, almost sacred.

She was beautiful. And completely out of place.

The half towards Rosario had disappeared. As of today, Rosario could be considered destroyed.

And yet…

She was smiling.

More than ever.

“…Yutia… ma’am…?”

Sergius spoke unconsciously.

Yutia looked at him, maintaining that smile. She moved her red lips.

“Sergius.”

“Yes…?”

“Do you remember? Once you asked me how a god is born.”

The question took him by surprise.

He had asked, but never received an answer.

He didn’t even insist on knowing it.

Why right now?

Sergius just watched her.

Then Yutia said:

“It is now.”

“…What?”

“Right now, he is being born.”

With a smile full of happiness.

Sergius looked at the sky.

There, under the blue moon, with a dark coat that waved in the light, emanating a radiance worthy of the Goddess Sironia…

stood a man.

“My God.”

A man carrying the Goddess Sironia on his back,

and rising as hope under thousands of gazes.