Became The Patron Of Villains Chapter 592

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What appeared after breaking through the massive temple was a one-armed swordsman.

The Sin of Wrath.

The one called the Bearer.

A knight clad in infinitely worn armor.

When the Wanderer first saw the knight appear, only questions filled her mind.

The Wanderer knew that one-armed swordsman.

There was no way she could not.

That being had been created by humans to keep them in check.

That was why she felt doubt.

Of course, the Wanderer also knew that what was inside it was Elivan.

But that did not make her confusion disappear.

At least as far as she knew, Elivan—and further, that thing created to keep Divine blood in check—could not reach her “freedom.”

There was no way it could reach it.

No matter how much power her “freedom” had lost, and no matter how weakened she had become after discarding the created power herself, her power was ultimately incomprehensible.

Her freedom was a privilege only she could possess, a space only she could enjoy.

An absolute principle no one else could invade.

And it was not only her.

All authorities possessed by Karma seats were fundamentally granted that right.

Yes, that should have been certain—

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[!!!]

The Wanderer looked at the crimson knight.

The knight’s appearance was still exactly as it had been before.

Its armor was terribly warped and broken.

Its gaunt one arm held up a massive greatsword.

And behind that greatsword, the Milky Way spread out.

No, not only behind the greatsword.

It swallowed the darkening sunset.

The entire sky was covered by a vast Milky Way.

But that was not why the Wanderer was shocked.

The Milky Way meant nothing to her.

To her freedom, “that” could not reach.

It could not reach.

It should not be able to reach.

[How—!]

If what was contained in that Milky Way—

What was contained in that greatsword—

Had not been the power of Monster blood.

[Ugh—!]

The Wanderer’s hand urgently swept through the air.

Along with it, the floating island hovering above Rosario instantly shot even higher.

A movement that ignored even every law.

A movement permitted only within the space of freedom she alone had obtained.

However.

Tsst—

Despite the Wanderer’s desperate struggle, the greatsword swung down.

From above to below.

Calmly.

Drawing a clean diagonal line.

Swish—

The swing of the greatsword was graceful.

And slow.

Slow enough that anyone could have blocked it.

And then.

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The Milky Way split.

What appeared beyond it was pitch-black darkness.

And.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■—!!!

The floating island, too, was divided in half.

Diagonally.

The Wanderer’s eyes flew open in disbelief.

A chilling death cry spread from the sky of the floating island that had been cut in two.

“It cut it—!”

Along with that came Ryang-a’s voice, who had somehow joined them on the roof of the Great Temple.

“It did.”

“It certainly seems to be effective.”

“Yeah.”

Behind her, Magrina, Nangwon, and Historia answered.

“Good. Then let’s hurry up and get up there while we have the chance.”

Ryang-a said.

“…Going up is fine, but—”

Nangwon nodded at that, then soon looked up at the sky with a stunned expression.

The floating island was still in the sky.

The problem was that unlike before, it was now at a height their strength could not possibly reach.

“We’ll have to change the method—”

So the moment Magrina said that and looked up at the sky—

“No.”

A voice that had not been heard until moments ago rang out.

Not an unpleasant voice like metal scraping.

A clear, beautiful voice.

“There’s no need to do that.”

It was the crimson knight.

“If you have business with that floating island—”

Clear.

And yet calm—

“—then we simply have to make it fall.”

A sentence.

And then.

As the black Milky Way spread once more over empty darkness—

Bang—!

The knight, who had dropped the old greatsword, raised its hand.

A crushed, crumpled hand.

The moment that opened hand clenched as though grasping something—

Crack— cr-cr-cr-crack!!!

Five parts of the floating island in the sky began grinding away as though seized by an enormous hand—

Crrrrunch—!

And soon, it shattered the core that had not been cut earlier.

With that as the end.

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The massive island began to fall.

And—

After Ryang-a and the others, watching that sight, nodded as one and scattered—

[You—how do you have that power—]

The Wanderer muttered as though she could not believe it.

As though it made no sense.

As though it was impossible.

But as if the crimson knight had no need to answer her, it once again gripped the old greatsword lodged in the rooftop.

[…Ha.]

After confirming the crimson knight’s action, the Wanderer let out an absurd laugh.

[Fine.]

And admitted it cleanly.

[You won.]

Her defeat.

[Hoo—]

The Wanderer let out a deep sigh.

She had no choice but to admit it.

She had lost.

The plan she had prepared.

The Karma seat that should have descended here.

Even the method she had kept prepared as her final safeguard.

All of it had been blocked.

She could no longer accomplish what she wanted.

She had been defeated.

Completely.

At least in strategy.

[But you know.]

The Wanderer was already finished.

The plan she had staked everything on had fallen apart.

She had even discarded all her power and come here.

Now nothing remained.

[Do you know this?]

But precisely because of that—

[They say someone with nothing left to lose—]

“!”

The Wanderer—

Only after all her plans had fallen apart—

[Is the most frightening.]

Could finally become serious.

“…Insane.”

Radan muttered.

“…Wow.”

“…If even one of those falls, it doesn’t look like this will end normally.”

Seollang let out an exclamation, and Rine spoke in a grave voice.

The reason was what could be seen in the Wanderer’s sky.

“…A meteor?”

A meteor.

As though the floating island from moments ago had been a joke, a meteor so enormous it made even that seem laughable was appearing at the end of that Milky Way, from within the Wanderer’s dimension.

“…It isn’t just one.”

Soon, along with the crimson knight’s murmur, another meteor began appearing in the distance.

[Now then, try stopping it.]

The Wanderer—

[My freedom.]

Declared so.

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The Karma seat of Salvation stared silently at Alon for only a moment.

“!”

At some point, the Karma seat had arrived in front of Alon again.

Speed without even the slightest warning sign.

Seeing that, Alon widened the distance using the Thunder God Form he had prepared in advance, but—

[That is meaningless.]

As though proving Alon’s effort futile, the Karma seat closed the distance far too quickly.

As though showing him that he could not escape.

And.

Crunch—!

“!”

The next instant, Alon was sent flying.

It was the same as before.

The Karma seat had done nothing.

It had merely been standing in front of Alon.

And yet he was sent flying.

Kwaaaaang—!

“Kh—!”

With enough destructive force to smash his body apart if he had not predicted it and used the circle of Shield.

“……”

Alon looked at the Karma seat of Salvation calmly walking toward him from far away.

Neither slow nor fast.

He was simply walking calmly.

Cr-cr-cr-crack—!

At that moment, a temple began breaking apart in the distance.

No.

It was not breaking apart.

It was being gathered.

Crack-crack—!

The purple thread Deus had drawn out.

And that was not all.

“Diffraction.”

Beside him, Penia, who had stood up despite coughing blood, was chanting.

And yet the Karma seat still did not look back.

It only looked ahead and walked toward Alon.

As though the things happening behind him had nothing to do with him.

And then.

Makalian First Form.

Purple Starfall.

“Silent Single Line—!”

The two attacks were completed.

A purple nebula that had devoured the temple fell toward the ground.

A purple line, lit by the red sunset, shot out at a speed even Alon could not follow with his eyes.

And.

After a horrifying explosion—

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Nothing happened.

Deus’s Purple Starfall ground apart the collapsed corpses.

Penia’s Silent Single Line swallowed the corpses with chains hanging from their necks.

And.

That was the end.

Click. Click—

The attacks had clearly been fired at the Karma seat of Salvation.

Yet the Karma seat had not taken any damage.

“…Ah.”

A quiet sound of realization.

A hollow one.

…A terribly empty sound reached Alon’s ears.

But the Karma seat still only approached Alon.

He still paid no attention behind him.

As though there was no need.

Watching the Karma seat of Salvation approach at leisure, Alon slowly opened his mouth.

“…What an absurd authority.”

The Karma seat once again arrived before Alon and looked down at him.

[I had no intention of hiding it from the beginning, but you came to certainty quite quickly.]

With an expression hidden behind the mask, but with a calm voice, the Karma seat spoke.

Alon answered.

“Are you folding space?”

[I can fold it, unfold it, and twist it too.]

At the Karma seat’s words, admitting his own authority far too readily from beyond the still-invisible mask, Alon fell silent.

Folding and unfolding space.

It was absolutely not a light authority.

The most important thing in battle was distance.

Being able to control that distance at will granted an advantage beyond imagination.

And that was not all the Karma seat before him could do.

He could twist space.

No matter how powerful an attack was, it meant nothing if it did not land.

If it could not land, the word “attack” could not be established in the first place.

[All that lies ahead of you now is pain.]

The Karma seat’s voice reached him in the middle of that thought.

Indifferent.

Yet, from a certain point of view, slightly warm, the voice seeped into Alon’s ears.

[But if you desire “salvation,” I will give you something else.]

As if asking for reconciliation, the Karma seat extended his hand.

Benevolently.

As though if he took that hand, everything that would happen from now on would disappear.

But.

“I refuse.”

Alon refused at once.

Flinch.

At that, the Karma seat’s outstretched hand twitched.

As though he had not expected this.

It stirred awkwardly in the air.

The moment Alon felt puzzled by that gesture, which seemed almost as though it was being shown to someone—

[Yes, well—I expected that.]

The Karma seat muttered.

[The incarnation of self-destruction would never take my hand.]

As though he knew Alon.

At that.

“…What?”

Alon asked back.

And at the same time.

He looked again into the Karma seat’s eyes.

His eyes were not the same as before.

They were not calm eyes.

Those eyes—

[Then I’ll give you what you want.]

Were filled with deep jealousy and hatred.

And the next moment.

Alon saw it.

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The ground rising upward.

No.

That was not it.

The ground was not rising upward.

Crackagagagaga──────—!

The ground was folding in half.