I Became the Patron of Villains

94. Artificial (5)

“Array of Thunder-“

As the lightning crackling on Alon’s body began to spark, he took a step.

“Disintegration.”

As the crackling lightning turned into particles, he picked up the sword of the holy knight that had been flung out during the battle.

“Fusion.”

The blue particles were sucked into Alon’s body,

“Transmutation of All Things.”

His body, flickering like an afterimage,

“Form of the Thunder God.”

With the seal formed, he became lightning.

“The, the tendrils are coming in!”

As soon as they opened the ceiling part of the barrier according to Alon’s words, the tendrils began to burrow inside.

At the moment when despair filled everyone’s eyes as they watched it.

Alon tore through the tendrils crawling in through the ceiling and soared towards the sky.

Boom-!

Amidst the wreckage of the torn tendrils, the figure of the Marquis Palatio, backlit by the blue moon, came into everyone’s view.

In that situation, floating in midair, Alon saw the tendrils starting to shoot towards him.

‘As expected, it’s slow.’

The tree trunk was indeed approaching, but since its speed wasn’t fast, Alon felt reassured as he sensed the grip of the sword in his left hand.

‘It’s a close call, but with this, I’m ready.’

There were two reasons why he hadn’t been able to move quickly until now.

The first reason was that it took time to find Makia’s weakness.

Up until now, Alon had never tried to find the weaknesses of the foreign gods.

The foreign gods who hadn’t become wise gods basically followed the physical structure of their divine bodies before their descent.

Moreover, the foreign gods he had encountered so far mostly had body sizes within the range of magic he could manifest.

In other words, there was no need to target their weaknesses.

However, the current situation was different.

The Makia he was facing was so gigantic that it made Alon’s magic range seem insignificant, and it also had overwhelming regenerative abilities.

In short, using magic recklessly wouldn’t be enough to annihilate the Makia in front of him.

But at this moment.

Alon clearly recognized Makia’s weakness.

Thanks to the ‘Necklace of the Eye Eater’ he obtained from the Holy Kingdom, which in the game, after more than 10 turns of battle, gradually identifies the opponent’s weaknesses and increases the critical hit rate.

‘The weakness is the solar plexus.’

He confirmed the human shape glowing blue in the solar plexus area within Makia’s body made of red branches and statues, and then let out a deep sigh.

‘There’s only one chance, and no magic power left.’

Magic power.

That was the second reason why Alon couldn’t move quickly.

Alon hadn’t expected this to happen, so he had already used most of his magic power to save Yuman when Anderda first launched the attack.

As a result, Alon needed time to replenish his magic power.

Even at this moment, the regrettable magic hole was one thing, but the magic he implemented in less than a second to soar into the sky had almost depleted his magic power.

The remaining magic power was barely enough to implement one more spell.

Of course, thanks to gulping down two potions in succession, considering the risk of magic addiction, his magic power had slightly recovered.

But no matter how optimistic he looked at it, it was right to say that Alon’s magic power was practically at a rat’s tail level.

In other words, at this point, it was laughable that Alon could no longer use powerful magic.

Normally, that is.

“Phew-”

Alon let out a deep sigh and extended the sword in his left hand towards Makia.

“Array of Thunder.”

He memorized the phrase.

Crackle-!

As soon as he recited the phrase, a crackling sound echoed in Alon’s ears, and the little remaining magic in his body was now consumed, causing a sudden depletion of magic.

“Ugh-“

Simultaneously, the pain surged.

Even though he felt his body convulsing, unable to draw any more magic, Alon did not stop reciting the phrase.

After all, what he was trying to use was not the Thunder God Form.

“Disintegration.”

Since returning from Raxas, he had delved into the study of magic, more precisely, the research of magnetic manifestation, focusing intensively on the efficiency of magic.

For someone as wretched as him, who would experience magic depletion from a single use of magnetic manifestation, the study of efficiency was absolutely necessary.

“Fusion.”

However, to conclude, despite Alon’s efforts over half a year to increase the efficiency of magnetic manifestation through numerous experiments, he ultimately did not succeed.

Yet, there was something he gained.

That was.

“Transmutation of All Things.”

It was a method to manifest the Thunder God Form not in his own body, but in objects.

Crackle-!

The sword in his left hand began to absorb the blue particles and started to shimmer like an afterimage.

It was a discovery made purely by chance.

A serendipitous result found while Alon was researching ways to reduce the magic consumption of magnetic manifestation.

However, at this moment.

“Thunder God Form.”

The serendipitous result was now manifested in this world as the strongest magic Alon could use at this moment, as he recited the phrase.

Crackle-!!

The shimmering sword in Alon’s left hand burst into blue lightning, sending white currents in all directions.

Gripping the sword like a spear, Alon pulled his arm back and manipulated the array of the sword.

Thus, what was created was a thin and long.

Crackle-!

Spear imbued with the power of vivid lightning.

The moment everyone, including Yuman, witnessed Alon holding the spear of lightning reflected in the blue moon.

The spear of lightning gripped in his hand was shot with all his might.

And then,

KWA-aaaH!!!

With a tremendous roar.

The lightning pierced through Makina’s solar plexus.

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The moment the spear of lightning thrown by Alon struck Makina’s solar plexus, everything stopped.

The tree roots that had been taking root as if to devour the entire Holy Kingdom began to scatter into a handful of ashes.

The hands that had been falling on Yuman and the priests until just a moment ago also scattered into white ashes.

THUD- RUMBLE-RUMBLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE-CRACKLE!!!!

Makina, who had maintained a clear form, also began to collapse as the tree trunks turned to ashes and scattered.

Everyone present, including Yuman, was looking at a man instead of the collapsing Makina.

Under the blue moon, where white ash was flying like petals, a man with an expressionless face, as if it were only natural that he had single-handedly defeated the foreign god-

-They were just staring blankly at the Marquis of Palatio.

When a fragment of awe had settled in everyone’s eyes.

The Marquis of Palatio.

‘……This is bad!’

Behind his expressionless face, he was genuinely making a serious expression.

For now, everything had gone according to plan.

Preparing magic in the air, where he wouldn’t be hindered by the vines, in case he lacked power.

Confirming the weak points through the necklace of the Eye Eater.

Drinking more than two bottles of potion without checking for mana depletion.

Everything had gone according to plan.

The only problem was that he hadn’t thought about what to do right after defeating Makina.

No, to be precise, he had thought about it.

He had planned to create an ice wall with magic after the attack, carve it into a curve, and fall safely from the air.

Of course, he knew that even if he used that method, the probability of getting hurt was higher than not getting hurt, but since this was the Holy Kingdom, he thought he could recover without much difficulty.

The priests of the Holy Kingdom could practically save anything as long as there was a breath left in the body.

But that was only when there was still breath, and of course, no matter how excellent the priest’s abilities were, they couldn’t resurrect a person.

‘I didn’t expect it to consume more magic than I thought…!’

As he adjusted the magic array of the Thunder God type, he sighed at the unexpected amount of magic it consumed, wondering what to do in this situation.

Thud-!

He realized that the speed at which he was falling helplessly had slowed down.

Soon, he could understand one thing.

“……Yutia?”

Something like a pure white cloud made of divine power had caught him as he was falling.

“Good job, teacher.”

And soon, he saw Yutia’s face, smiling brightly with the blue moon behind her.

Alon nodded, squeezing out his remaining strength.

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In conclusion, the birth festival of the goddess Sironia was completely halted due to the sudden appearance of Makina.

It was inevitable.

Although they managed to fend it off, the damage the Holy Kingdom suffered from Makina’s appearance was truly immense.

No matter how holy the kingdom was, it was impossible to hold the birth festival in such a situation.

And Alon, who dealt with Makina,

“……Are you alright, Count? No, I should call you Marquis now.”

“I think I can start moving soon.”

He had been receiving treatment in a hospital on one side of the temple for about two days.

In fact, he didn’t seem to have any major problems on the outside.

The only injuries he had were a few from not being able to control the Thunder God type well yet, as he hadn’t been hurt by the foreign god.

The problem was the magic hole.

‘A week of recuperation due to magic depletion…’

Despite considering magic addiction and drinking two bottles of potion, Alon had to stay in the hospital for a week due to magic depletion.

But to be honest… Alon wanted to escape this hospital quickly.

No, beyond escaping the hospital, he wanted to leave the Holy Kingdom as he had finished his business.

And for good reason.

“Marquis.”

“Why?”

“You’re quite popular.”

“…….”

Alon was receiving very burdensome looks from the priests while he was in the hospital.

He spoke as he received respectful glances and greetings from the priests who passed by beyond the door.

“Honestly, it’s not that great.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

Of course, Alon knew well enough that being respected by others wasn’t such a bad thing, and in fact, feeling the respectful gazes of the priests right after he got injured didn’t feel too bad.

Everyone has a basic need for recognition, after all.

But.

‘Isn’t this a bit too much?’

No matter how much, it was honestly a bit burdensome for Alon to be looked at with such bright eyes by every priest he met.

And, in fact, the reason he wanted to leave the Holy Kingdom even faster was.

“Marquis, are you alright for a moment?”

“……Saint.”

“Yes, Marquis.”

It was because of Yuman.

“Ah, Marquis, come to think of it, I have some information to retrieve, so I’ll be back shortly.”

As soon as Yuman arrived, Evan, who seemed to remember the task Alon had given him, got up and left the hospital room.

Alon soon scratched his head.

“……Well, please have a seat first.”

“Yes.”

Yuman, who sat down surprisingly quickly, opened his mouth.

“How is your body, Marquis?”

“Well, as I said yesterday, it’s not that bad.”

“That’s a relief.”

Nodding as if relieved, Yuman soon looked up at Alon.

With eyes mixed with respect and awe.

And, Alon found that quite burdensome.

Of course, having a good relationship with Yuman wasn’t a bad thing.

Because he would be the right-hand man of Elivan in the future.

However, to be honest, Alon found it quite embarrassing and burdensome to receive such looks of admiration and reverence every day.

“……I appreciate your concern, but there’s no need to visit so often.”

He cautiously hinted that it would be better if he stopped coming and focused on his own tasks.

“That is not possible.”

“……Why not?”

“Because you bear the same burden as I do, Marquis. No, an even heavier burden.”

“……?”

“Knowing that, I cannot turn my back on you.”

Instead, Yuman nodded with eyes full of respect and determination.

“……??”

Alon looked even more puzzled.

“I will never turn my back on you.”

He could only stare at Yuman, who was spouting incomprehensible nonsense.