Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 294

Chapter 294. The Sin of Greed (5)

The Sin of Greed had been born.

And the moment Alon realized that fact, the first thing that came to his mind was not despair over the appearance of the Sin of Greed.

“Magrina.”

“Yes, big brother….”

“Don’t tell me…?”

Alon couldn’t finish the sentence.

Not because he didn’t know what to say.

The words were clearly in his head.

But he lacked the courage to pronounce them, so his voice faded away.

“Don’t worry, brother. The seal is perfectly fine.”

Magrina’s voice made him let out a long sigh without realizing it.

The uneasiness churning in his stomach began to settle.

More important than the fact that the sin had appeared, was that Rine had not become the Sin of Greed.

Truly, it was a relief.

An Alon different from before, the one whose only goal was to prevent the appearance of a sin.

However, Alon was unaware of that change as he continued to think more calmly than a few seconds ago.

‘If there are four “Ash Sowers,” it means the Sin of Greed has already been fully born.’

It wasn’t an incomplete version like the Sin of Envy he had seen before.

This time, the Sin of Greed that Alon had to face was the same “complete” one he had fought in Psychedelia.

A creature that, by simply appearing, would destroy a kingdom.

That would devour hundreds of thousands of lives.

That would drive everything to ruin until it died, and with it, would drag the continent into destruction.

Alon observed the Ash Sower approaching Fildegrin.

Magma gushed from its body without stopping. In its wake, the green trees were shattered without mercy.

The Ash Sower—no, the “Mother of Greed”—devoured everything it found, true to its name.

And in the midst of those Mothers of Greed…

There was that.

The first thing visible was skin as white as snow, impossible to consider human.

Then, on its back, a multitude of shoulder blades twisted in a grotesque manner.

Bare bones, without a single feather.

But inserted into those bones were dozens, hundreds of sheets of paper with incomprehensible inscriptions, fluttering like wings.

And finally, those inverted eyes.

Black pupils, an emotionless green light observing the front with consciousness.

Alon sighed upon seeing that form.

Generally, sins took some time to become complete.

That is why, when players fought against a Sin, they were given the advantage of facing it while it was weakened or had some important ability sealed.

But unfortunately…

The sin before his eyes seemed to have already finished adapting almost completely.

Alon barely had time to worry.

“That… that, how the hell are we going to—?”

The murmur of an elf, who was watching the scene with him, reached his ears.

The situation was not good.

Some were paralyzed by fear.

Others gritted their teeth trying not to succumb, but their nervous eyes gave everything away. Others looked ahead with empty expressions.

The Mother of Greed, advancing while devouring everything toward Fildegrin…

Had stolen from them even the words “courage” and “hope.”

A desperate situation.

And precisely because of that, one had to remain calm.

While controlling his mind, Alon continued thinking.

“Master.”

Seolrang’s voice called him, and he turned his gaze.

“Do you want me to erase that over there?”

At Seolrang’s words, Alon assessed the situation coldly.

He didn’t take long.

“Seolrang, Radan, Ria, help me.”

“My Queen, you must get to safety. Right now—!”

From the wall, Ramu analyzed the situation next to Alon, with a face full of anxiety.

The Mother of Greed continued advancing toward Fildegrin, as if it were going to devour it completely at any moment.

“My Queen! Please!”

Ramu shouted desperately again.

But Magrina, observing the front with an indecipherable expression, opened her mouth.

“Ramu, don’t worry so much.”

A voice far too calm.

“It is not simple worry, this is truly dangerous…”

Beating her chest in frustration, Ramu responded.

She knew that power.

She had been part of the Shadow Blades.

‘That… cannot be defeated…!’

Of course, Ramu understood that the situation was different from back then.

Now she could use mana, and the Primordial Elf who had defeated the previous Sower was with them.

But her thought did not change.

Because she knew the truth.

That… was not the end.

In that instant.

“T-that… what is it now—?”

A horrified voice was heard.

Ramu lowered her gaze immediately. And she exhaled a sigh full of despair.

There…

Ash-gray skinned GreenSkins surged from amidst the red magma, running toward the wall.

The elves, who were struggling to maintain their courage, were dominated by terror.

Ramu closed her eyes before the overwhelming quantity.

The Ashlings were innumerable.

So many, that the green of the elves’ vision was completely covered in ash gray.

“Haha…”

A soldier let out an empty laugh at the overwhelming spectacle. No one scolded him.

Anyone would react like that seeing something like that. The Ashlings were too overwhelming.

“My Queen—!”

Ramu shouted toward Magrina again.

But Magrina only looked ahead, without any expression.

And when Ramu prepared to speak again—

“Oof.”

A small voice sounded.

Ramu turned her gaze.

Seolrang was at the edge of the wall, warming up her body and twisting her waist.

Ramu let out an incredulous laugh.

She felt it too.

That this humanoid beast was strong.

But that, even seeing that absurd amount, she was so calmly preparing to jump…

It made no sense.

Even if she was strong, it was impossible to think she could defeat so many.

“Don’t do anything crazy—”

But just when she was going to stop her:

Pazik—!

Lightning began to burst from Seolrang’s body.

Pazik— pazijijik—!

The electricity, originating from her golden gauntlets, expanded throughout her entire body in an instant.

And then—

PAZIJIJIK—!

When Seolrang emitted golden lightning bolts and became the Lightning God…

“Lang Chang Lang Chang—”

A soft humming came from her lips.

It might even sound adorable.

But immediately—

“Eyadiya.”

Ramu saw it.

Seolrang, who was there a moment ago, disappeared as if she had never existed.

And then—

Flash!

A yellow light exploded.

The Ash Sower coming at the front screamed horribly.

From the sky, the Lightning God fell.

And in her hand, the Sower was shattered without mercy.

“You are crazy—”

An impossible spectacle.

But—

TAT!

As if it were barely the start, Historia jumped from the wall and fell directly into the middle of the Ashlings.

Although the Sower had died, the Ashlings that continued advancing raised their weapons to intercept her.

And in the few seconds before Historia touched the ground—

Clack~!

Her stance changed. With her hand on the sword at her left, she tilted her body. When her body was about to touch the ground—

Second Form: Communication.

The Ashlings going toward her stopped.

As if time had stopped.

Historia landed softly.

Clack—

She sheathed the sword at her waist, although no one had seen when she had unsheathed it.

Baimoon (White Moon).

On the ground covered in ash…

A gigantic moon made of sacred wood appeared.

And then…

After sweeping away all the Ashlings accumulating over her—

“Hmm—!”

Radan, who was breathing calmly, was the next to move and jumped from the wall.

Higher than Seolrang and Historia.

In mid-air, he took out something.

Pazik— pazijijik—!

An object emerged from a rift in space, dragged by his hand.

It was the gigantic Greatsword, the one they had seen before in Radan’s personal treasure, which had killed a gigantic monster several times larger than a ship.

A weapon so massive it could split the blue sky in half emerged breaking the rift.

“That… what the hell…!”

The desperate soldiers were horrified as they looked at Radan.

And then, the sword fell toward the ground.

Radan did nothing else.

He only summoned the sword. Nothing else.

As long as he wasn’t over the sea, he couldn’t fire relics.

But a sword so massive…

Just that…

Was enough.

KWAaaaaaa—!!!!!

The Greatsword fell like divine judgment, crushing two Ash Sowers. The earth exploded into dust.

The elves, plunged into despair a moment ago, felt reverence.

Ramu observed the scene, trembling.

“Hu—”

The last to advance was Alon.

He still couldn’t fully analyze the situation.

But one thing was clear:

He had to take care of the remaining Sower… and the Sin.

‘The control is still unstable, but at least this will help your techniques.’

‘But don’t maintain it for a long time. If you don’t want your brain to burn without you realizing it, shut it off if you feel an overload.’

Kylus‘s words resonated in his mind.

‘And the last thing: never “complete” it. You won’t be able to withstand it in your current state.’

Cold, but every word dedicated to his safety.

If Kylus warned him so much, it is because what he was going to use was dangerous.

But Alon made a decision.

If he didn’t do it, he couldn’t defeat the sin.

“Blackie.”

[Nyaa~!]

Little Blackie climbed from his chest to his shoulder.

And Alon, turning his back to the elves, formed a hand seal.

“Shadows—”

The Phrases.

“—Awakening.”

He began to recite them without hesitation.