I Became the Patron of Villains

109. The God Made by Acceptance. (4)

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The grotesque screams of the god, crushed by the trees and slammed into the ground, echoed madly.

However, the man who brought the god low looked at the fallen being as if he felt nothing.

Jenira, who was staring blankly at the man with eyes that held something vast and divine, said,

“Get a grip.”

“Ah-”

She gasped at the words of the man- no, the Marquis of Palatio.

“Can you stand?”

“Ah, that- yes.”

“If so, go down to the altar now. Your sister will be waiting.”

“What, what are you going to do…?”

He, who had been looking at Jenira with an indifferent expression, bent down and picked up the frozen apple she had dropped earlier, and handed it to her.

“Of course, I will deal with that and come down.”

With those words, he turned his gaze away as if he had nothing more to say.

And then.

“Jenira!”

“Sister!”

Sircal, who had been waiting below the altar, couldn’t hold back and came up.

“Thank you, thank you so much!”

“Hurry and take her down.”

As soon as she hurriedly took her sister away.

‘Wow, I knew it was big, but it’s really disgustingly huge.’

He clutched his pounding heart as he watched the recipient, Basiliora, thrashing about madly.

If it weren’t for Deus, he would have been swallowed along with Jenira.

But that thought was fleeting. He quickly downed a magic potion from his waist and looked at the iron bars embedded in Basiliora’s upper lip.

‘The first plan is complete with the success of the ambush. The important part starts now.’

He shifted his gaze below the altar.

The recipient, Basiliora, was letting out a furious roar that anyone could hear.

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A roar that made his whole body tingle.

That eerie scream felt like cold raindrops pounding his entire body.

Then,

[What the hell are you!!]

A voice echoed in his head.

It was the voice of Basiliora, who had gained divinity and intelligence.

Anyone could see the fury.

However.

‘…Fear?’

On the other hand, there was a faint hint of such an emotion in Basiliora’s voice.

Kwagagagak-!

The creature began to coil around the altar once more to deal with Alon.

Basiliora charged, shattering the edges of the altar with such force.

The sight was enough to send chills down Alon’s spine.

Unfortunately, it did not manage to climb the entire altar.

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Because the purple threads that had wrapped around its massive body were pulling it back to the ground.

And then.

“Do you think I’ll let you go to the Marquis?”

Deus, with a final blow to its head as it was climbing up.

The god of the thunder serpent fell to the ground once more.

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Reinhardt was certain that Marquis Palatio was absolutely out of his mind.

Every single word that came out of his mouth was something that could never come from a sane person, in other words, something only a madman would say.

Yes.

That’s what I thought.

Until I saw it with my own eyes.

“Ha.”

Reinhardt stared at the distant scene, unable to close his gaping mouth.

There, a colossal thunder serpent god was descending to the ground, so enormous that just looking at it made him shake his head in disbelief.

The sight of a human bringing a god down to earth was enough to send shivers down Reinhardt’s twisted heart.

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Was that all?

‘…Is that Deus?’

Deus, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, had grown stronger beyond his imagination.

Kwooom-!

What Reinhardt saw was Deus being struck by the giant tail of that enormous being and sent flying.

Deus flew, smashing through the surrounding trees.

The dust cloud that rose noisily despite the rain hinted that the attack was so severe that even a sword master like him couldn’t possibly survive.

It was an attack that could have been fatal.

“….”

But the Deus before his eyes looked perfectly fine, covered only in dirt and mud.

‘Is it his unique ability?’

Reinhardt, realizing what Deus had done, let out a hollow laugh.

At the moment he was attacked by the god, Deus had wrapped himself in his unique ability, threads, to defend against the attack.

Confirming this, Basiliora charged at Deus madly to finish him off.

Kwagagagak-!

The calamity, advancing with a noise that seemed to bring disaster to the entire world just by crawling on the ground, thrust its body forward as if to crush Deus.

But in the next moment.

Deus blocked the calamity.

By entangling the surrounding trees with purple threads.

Then, wrapping his own body in threads to block its path, he drew his sword and twisted the calamity’s trajectory.

Kwagagagak-!

Basiliora was shot out to a completely different place from where the altar was and soon crashed into a massive cliff.

Reinhardt’s entire body shivered at the sight.

‘Just how much has he grown?’

He thought he had made significant progress himself.

But the being he had set as his goal was already far higher.

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Once again, as the calamity let out a chilling scream and charged at Deus, Reinhardt couldn’t help but show a terrified expression.

After all, since the first attack by Marquis Palatio had blown off part of its upper jaw, Basilio hadn’t suffered any significant damage.

Once again, Basilio charged at Deus, or rather, at the altar.

Deus, preparing once more to fend off the calamity, now seemed a bit overwhelmed.

“Tsk.”

Clicking his tongue, Reinhardt moved his body and instantly arrived in front of Deus.

“I was going to show this as a last resort-!”

He muttered briefly, taking a stance as he watched the madly charging calamity.

With his right foot forward and his left foot back, he extended his right hand holding the scabbard upward.

Clang-!

Reinhardt grabbed the sword with his left hand.

Grit-!

Clenching his teeth, he put all his strength into his right foot.

With a thud, his foot dug into the ground.

And then, as the calamity approached right in front of him.

“Secret Technique-“

Reinhardt drew his sword downward.

The ultimate technique he had honed in the jungle over the years, he now unveiled before his eyes.

-Meteor Sword (流星劍).

Kwooo-!!!

As he drew the sword forward and slashed the ground, everything around him began to be crushed.

The earth.

The trees.

The pebbles,

Even the rain falling from the sky.

Everything shattered under the gravity that had suddenly amplified by dozens of times.

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The colossal calamity heading towards the temple also crashed into the ground under the gravity.

And then.

“Preparation complete. Everyone, move according to plan.”

The voice of Marquis Palatio concluded everything.

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Alon thought with a mix of surprise and worry.

‘…I didn’t ask for it to be blocked this much.’

From the beginning, he had somewhat expected that the Receiver Basiliora would climb the altar.

He had planned on the premise that Deus would block the advance of the calamity-like Basiliora only once or twice.

He didn’t think it could be blocked any further.

Therefore, he was genuinely surprised that Deus had managed to block the god to this extent.

Although it was a beast, it had consumed faith for a long time, making it worthy of being considered a guardian deity, if not a true god. Blocking such an entity’s attack was no easy feat.

Moreover, Basiliora’s body had the characteristic of reducing damage unless it was inflicted by a divine being, making it even more difficult to block.

However, thanks to this, Alon, who had been able to complete all preparations easily, confirmed that Deus and Reinhardt had swiftly withdrawn from the battlefield.

“Hoo-“

He sighed and looked at the ‘Receiver Basiliora’ charging towards the altar once again.

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Perhaps because its attacks had been blocked several times, Basiliora, now screaming madly and charging without a word, was truly a calamity.

But Alon, looking at that figure, rather formed a seal.

“One point.”

He recited the phrase.

The reason Alon had been stalling for time since he first struck Basiliora was that he needed to prepare three things.

First, mana recovery.

His desperate mana hole consumed most of his mana with just one use, so he needed time to replenish it.

“Expansion.”

Next, he needed to cut off the faith going to Basiliora and buy time for the debuff requested from the Thunder Serpent tribe to take effect.

Since there was already a lot of accumulated faith, it wouldn’t cause significant damage, but the debuff they used through shamanism would certainly be helpful.

And then.

“Vibration.”

The last step was to let the artifact he possessed, the Necklace of the Eye Eater, find Basiliora’s weakness.

With the preparations complete.

At the moment Basiliora began to ascend the altar.

“Destruction.”

Alon cast a spell towards the altar.

And with that-

Crack-crack-crack-!!!

The already cracked giant altar collapsed.

Whooosh-!

Water began to gush out.

In an instant, a massive flood swept away everything around it, even engulfing half of Basiliora’s body.

Even in the urgent situation that unfolded in an instant, Alon did not panic.

From the beginning, it was the last step to destroy one of the dozens of ‘Rain Altars’ that had caused the ‘Jungle Flood’ he had experienced several times while playing Psychedelia.

Alon looked down.

All preparations were complete.

Basiliora, the recipient, was now under the ‘Thunder Serpent Tribe’s Debuff’.

His body was submerged in the flood.

In the mouth of the being called a god, a giant spear, reforged with magic with the help of the Thunder Serpent Tribe, was lodged, serving as a lightning rod.

Now, the only thing left was to deliver the final blow.

“Array of Thunder.”

He murmured quietly.

At that moment.

Deus and Reinhardt, who had fled to the highlands of the jungle where the flood did not reach, witnessed it.

Under the darkened ashen sky, a vivid light burst forth from Marquis Palatio, who stood in the center of their view, as if splitting the world in two.

“This is insane-“

Reinhardt cursed with a horrified expression.

“……”

Deus, once again filled with awe, gripped the hilt of his sword.

And then.

Behind the Marquis Palatio, who held the white light that divided the world, two pupils appeared as if engraved.

Cutting through the ashen sky, the light of glory fell.