I Became the Patron of Villains

123. Half-Blood Mage (2)

As the ground shook, the soldiers on the wall focused their gaze on one spot.

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Their gaze meets the god descending upon the ashen world.

Not something crafted by human hands,

But a god that emerged from the dust, existing purely and truly.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■-!!!

Along with it comes the monstrous roar of Basiliora.

A thunderous cry that brings awe to the soldiers,

And instills fear in the artificial foreign god, scattering dust in all directions.

Even standing atop the fortress wall, all the soldiers had to look up again to confirm the form of the god.

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-gak-!!!

Basiliora’s massive body moved.

Towards the turtle-shaped foreign god that had been charging at the fortress just moments ago.

Soon, Basiliora began to coil around its body in an instant.

■■■■■■-!

The artificial foreign god screamed as its body was entwined.

The soldiers were all stunned.

A battle of monsters that seemed to come straight out of legendary myths was unfolding before their eyes.

Some gaped in awe.

Some showed expressions of shock.

Some watched the fight with eyes filled with reverence.

But only for a moment.

■■■■■■■■■■■■-!!!!

The soldiers soon realized one thing.

The scene before their eyes was not a grand battle of mythical monsters.

It was.

Merely, a ‘hunt.’

Kwa-ji-ji-ji-jik-!

The soldiers stared blankly ahead.

There, the monster entwined by the great god was being shattered to pieces.

The shell that even Filian’s attacks couldn’t penetrate was crumbling like dust.

The hands and feet that had pierced through countless knights and soldiers, bringing despair, were all torn apart, scattering a rain of blood.

And then.

Without even a scream.

The artificial deity, who was undoubtedly a cruel butcher, met a death so pitiful.

With every bone and outer shell thoroughly ravaged.

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In that silence.

■■■■■■■■■■■■-!!!!

Basiliora’s roar reverberates in all directions.

The entire atmosphere vibrates, and awe spreads among the soldiers.

An awe that cannot be hidden.

And then.

“……Marquis Pallatio.”

The Duke of Comalon, who had been endlessly indifferent until just a moment ago, clicked his tongue briefly as a signal.

■■■■■■■-!

The battle of the deities-

No,

The fight between the real and the fake began.

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Basiliora’s massive body moves chaotically among the artificial deities, ravaging them.

“Hup-!”

Following Alon’s command, the snow wolf, who rushed to assist Basiliora, spews golden flashes as it weaves through the artificial deities.

Everyone was staring blankly at the battle that seemed to come straight out of a myth.

But only one.

Only Philian Merkilian was looking elsewhere.

Wearing a coat that seemed alive, with each hair fluttering and black magic surging.

The man who had boasted of his ignorance and spouted nonsense, claiming to have descended to this land as a comrade of the gods.

And at that moment.

‘……The remaining time is 15 minutes, no, now it’s 14 minutes.’

Alon sighed lightly, confirmed Basiliora moving chaotically among the deities, and looked down at the bracelet on his right hand.

The ‘Hand of the Wanderer’ he had obtained from the fairy Tobet.

And the ‘White Hand of the Wanderer’ that was in the hermit’s hideout.

The symbol of ‘Salvation of the Wanderer’ made by combining these two was glowing red.

‘It’s a pity there’s a time limit. Well, I wouldn’t have dared to summon it otherwise.’

The Covenant Ring of Calgunius could summon a subjugated target unconditionally.

But the downside was that the stronger the subjugated target, the more magic power it required to summon.

In other words, with Alon’s magic power, it would have been impossible to summon Basiliora, let alone a spirit.

No, only the Tower Lord would have enough magic power to summon Basiliora.

Even they would experience magic depletion when summoning Basiliora, as it consumed an enormous amount of magic power.

In fact, this ring containing Basiliora was practically unusable.

If it weren’t for the ‘Salvation of the Wanderer,’ which allowed any artifact to be used for exactly 15 minutes without magic restrictions.

‘Originally, neither the Covenant Ring nor the Salvation of the Wanderer were artifacts to be used at this point, but for later use.’

This isn’t a game.

After a brief thought, Alon turned his gaze from Basiliora, who was dealing with the foreign envoys, to Duke Komalon.

He knew the Duke was quite old…

But Duke Komalon looked quite young.

If he hadn’t been standing among the foreign envoys, Alon might not have recognized him.

That youthful appearance looked no different from an ordinary noble, but Alon didn’t relax and quietly formed a seal.

At that moment.

“As expected, you’re also a half-blood like me.”

A voice came from Duke Komalon, who had been silent until a moment ago.

“…What?”

Alon uttered a question filled with doubt.

But Duke Komalon let out a light sigh and soon asked a question.

“I had a hunch since you took the Dragon Egg, and especially when you wore that bracelet. But I don’t understand why you’re trying to stop me. Why is that?”

“…”

Alon remained silent.

It wasn’t just because he didn’t understand what Duke Komalon was saying, but also because he was pondering how to respond.

So he hesitated for a moment on how to answer.

“Well, there’s no need to answer.”

Duke Komalon didn’t wait for that moment.

“I don’t know why you are interfering despite knowing the horrors-“

He continued.

“If you block me, I will break you.”

“!”

He formed a seal.

“Diffraction-!”

“Commence.”

Alon also formed a seal and uttered the phrase.

The battle of the mages began.

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To be honest, Alon was clearly at a disadvantage in a mage’s battle.

There are many important factors in a battle between mages, but above all, the most important is the speed of magic implementation.

From Alon’s perspective, who had to form seals and utter phrases, a battle between mages was inevitably disadvantageous, but he thought this time would be different.

For some reason, Duke Komalon also used seals and phrases.

In other words, since both were under the same restrictions, Alon thought the risks were equal.

That was a mistake.

“Acceleration.”

“!”

As soon as Duke Komalon’s voice was heard, Alon realized that he had already reached him and opened his mouth.

“Severe cold.”

In an instant, the surrounding ground froze into permafrost, and the cold began to climb up Duke Komalon’s legs.

Crack-!

The duke broke it effortlessly and soon formed a seal with his left hand while uttering the phrase.

“Deployment, dispersion, full bloom, spiral.”

“!”

Alon was astonished.

‘So quickly-!’

Basically, phrases are used to twist the laws of magic, and it takes enough time for one law to be twisted by one phrase.

If another phrase is uttered while the law is being twisted, the implementation of the magic could be completely ruined.

In fact, Alon also left a slight gap between phrases.

It was to prevent the implementation of magic from getting twisted by the gaps in the incantation.

However, the duke in front of him recited the incantation and completed the magic so quickly as if ignoring such time.

As if to completely deny the shortcomings of reciting the incantation.

In that moment of thought.

Soon, five spheres formed on each finger of the duke’s outstretched right hand, spiraling towards Alon at close range.

However.

“Freeze (凍結).”

The moment the magic was fired, Alon immediately recited the incantation in conjunction with the extreme cold, freezing the magic shot at him.

“Accelerate (加速).”

Instead, he sent the frozen magic back at the duke.

But by that time, Duke Komalon had already moved out of the range of the magic.

The moment Alon realized that Duke Komalon had moved to the right, he immediately formed a seal.

“Compress (壓縮), One Point (一點), Erupt (拔山).”

“Fix (固定), Deploy (展開), Scatter (飛散).”

Simultaneously with the implementation of the magic.

Incantations burst from each other’s mouths, twisting the laws.

And then.

Bang-!

The one who was flung away was Alon.

“Fix (固定).”

Alon, who rolled madly on the ground, implemented a shield in that fleeting moment.

Soon, his roughly rolling body was forcibly stopped.

But-

Clang-!

As if anticipated, the spiral ice drill shot towards him pierced through his shield without hesitation.

“!”

Seeing this, Alon gritted his teeth.

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Boom-!

Alon, who had rolled on the ground, quickly got up and looked at Duke Komalon.

Unlike himself, whose coat was now a complete mess, Duke Komalon appeared utterly indifferent.

A total of fifteen magical manifestations.

Out of those fifteen, Alon had won only once.

Even then, it was merely a graze on Duke Komalon’s collar, so in reality, Alon’s magic had no effect on Duke Komalon.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t that it had no effect.

‘…The manifestation speed is excessively fast.’

Duke Komalon’s speed was excessively fast.

To the extent that Alon, who could foresee one or two moves ahead, could never win.

Moreover, Alon’s disadvantages didn’t end there.

The speed of forming seals, the magic’s power that didn’t match that speed.

Even though it had increased significantly compared to before, the insufficient amount of magical power.

Additionally, the ability to foresee one more move and act accordingly.

In all aspects, the Duke was overwhelmingly superior.

It meant that the battle couldn’t even be established.

Alon turned his gaze to where Basiliora and Seolang were.

■■■■■■■■■■-!!!!

More than three artificial gods had already become miserable corpses, yet the battle there was still in full swing.

“It seems you are trying to get help, but that’s futile.”

As he looked at Basiliora, Duke Komalon spoke calmly.

“Before they come to help, you will die first.”

He soon formed a seal.

“Fixation (固定), Deployment (展開), Scattering (飛散).”

Five spheres formed at the tip of his outstretched right hand.

However, this time, it didn’t end there. The Duke murmured once more.

“Dispersion (分散).”

With that, the spheres on each of the Duke’s fingers began to rise into the sky and disintegrate.

From five to ten.

From ten to twenty.

From twenty to forty.

From forty to eighty.

Endlessly, their numbers grew.

And what was created.

Was a Milky Way rising in the ashen sky.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands of spheres illuminated the ashen sky brilliantly.

It was.

An overwhelming and majestic sight, enough to draw the gaze of even the soldiers who had been staring blankly at the battle that seemed to come straight out of myth.

And then.

“Launch.”

At the moment Duke Komalon uttered the final phrase, marking the end of Alon.

The Milky Way began to fall.

“-“

Thousands of brilliant Milky Ways descended to the ground, reflecting on Alon’s face as he looked up at the sky.

An overwhelming sight that would make anyone drop their weapon and accept death without realizing it.

The mass of light converged into one, aiming at Alon.

“No-!”

Philian, who had been watching, shouted involuntarily, but Alon, who was looking up at the falling Milky Way, remained calm.

Rather, Alon-

‘Now.’

-had been waiting for this moment.

“Accelerate.”

With a loud bang, his body shot forward in an instant.

He had only seen Duke Komalon’s arrangement for a moment and tried to imitate it, failing to implement it and causing an explosion, but it was enough.

As long as he could move forward.

“!”

Alon looked at Duke Komalon.

There seemed to be no trace of emotion on his face.

But his wide-open eyes suggested that he was at least a little flustered.

“Refraction.”

Alon had been waiting for this moment since he implemented the fifth spell.

From that point on, he had given up on defeating the Duke with magic.

His magic was clearly surpassing his own magic, no, ‘magic itself.’

“Recoil.”

Thus, from that moment, Alon deliberately set the stage.

He did not avoid attacks he could dodge.

He did not counterattack attacks he could counter.

“Azure Light.”

Minimizing damage, he waited for the optimal moment.

The moment he would let his guard down.

The moment he would be careless.

“Diffraction’s-“

The moment he could reveal his hidden move.

From behind Alon, a chilling sound of a galaxy falling and gnawing at the ground could be heard.

At the same time, a brilliant azure light burst forth in front of him as he formed the seal.

And then.

“-Line.”

As the final syllable echoed, Alon’s finger flicked towards the startled Duke Komalon.

BOOM-!!!

The lightning, shooting out at monstrous speed, reached Duke Komalon in an instant.

But-

The moment the lightning was about to touch the Duke’s heart.

“Acceleration.”

Duke Komalon twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the blue lightning.

Crackle-!

The magic brushed past him and vanished into nothingness.

“Ah-“

Philian and the soldiers watching the scene let out a low gasp.

A slight relief and joy flickered in Duke Komalon’s indifferent eyes.

A clear contrast of joy and sorrow.

But Alon, who was aiming for the final move, remained calm.

From the beginning, he had assumed that Duke Komalon would evade the magic.

“Whew-”

Because I have prepared the next one.

Crackle-!

“!”

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At the sound of the electric shock bursting out, Duke Komalon’s gaze turns backward.

What he sees there are two brilliant blue lights shining more splendidly than anything else.

The Duke’s expression twisted as if he couldn’t understand, but Alon smiled behind his expressionless face.

That was it.

Because it was the last move Alon had prepared.

A unique trait that can be obtained when one becomes a 4th rank in Psychedelia.

By preceding the magical spiral array, it is a unique trait that allows one to manifest magic in areas where one’s magical residue remains.

Multiple Manifestation.

“-!”

The Duke twisted his body again upon discovering the light.

But the blue light had already been fired.

Boom-!

The ashen world was once again dyed blue.