I Became the Patron of Villains - Chapter 220



220. The Foreign God and the Reverse Heaven (4)

Luraka could not understand.

In front of him stood a foreign god with black skin and four arms.

A foreign god who devoured countless humans without a second thought.

A foreign god with incomprehensible power, enough to destroy Caliban’s forward base with a single punch.

Standing there, just as it had back then.

Turning its back on the ashen world.

Receiving the fear and reverence of all the barbarians as if it were natural.

Surely.

[How, how are you here-]

Luraka rubbed his eyes.

To see if what he was seeing was real.

He rubbed his eyes several times.

But-

The incomprehensible foreign god, who had smashed the forward base with a single punch, was trembling.

Even stuttering.

Betraying the reverent gazes gathered upon it.

In front of the being before his eyes.

It was feeling fear.

The situation was so incomprehensible that he questioned-

“!”

Without even a moment to spare.

‘What on earth is this-’

The girl laughed.

Until now, Yutia Bludia had just kept her mouth shut calmly.

She smiled kindly at the foreigner standing in front of her.

She raised her finger.

And then.

Pop-!

The head of the foreigner, who had been trembling just a moment ago, exploded.

The overwhelming and awe-inspiring power she had shown to the barbarians seemed like a lie.

His end was so futile.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling of emptiness filled the eyes of the barbarians.

Snap-

The body of the foreigner, who had lost his head and fallen to the ground, moved grotesquely and took a stance.

Then, it swung its fist at Yutia.

Boom-!!!!

In an instant, the ground shook, and the blizzard that had been blowing stopped.

The punch was so strong that dozens of barbarians were blown away by the wind.

And then.

The head of Neltar, who had thrown the punch, began to regenerate.

In just a few seconds, Neltar’s head was completely regenerated.

The expression on his face was one of deep frustration.

But he soon growled low, as if to regain his resolve.

[……Think carefully. You know that fighting here is not a good option for either of us.]

Neltar warned with a serious expression.

For the first time, Yutia opened her mouth.

“Why is that?”

[Do you think you can deal with me without any damage, no matter who you are?]

“Then, do you think I can’t?”

A deep smile.

Neltar’s face twisted even more at the certainty contained within.

Because he realized through this conversation.

That it was no longer possible to resolve things through dialogue.

To that.

[Why on earth-]

Neltar opened his mouth as if he couldn’t understand at all,

“Regrettably-”

Yutia still displayed a deep smile-

“He feels uneasy about the foreign god being alive.”

She said so.

The moment that sentence fell.

[Do not think that I will die easily without taking anything-!]

Neltar roared, raising his fist.

And then.

Crash-!

Once again.

His head flew off.

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The barbarians stared blankly at the scene before them.

The chieftains, the members, and even Luraka.

What was embedded in their eyes was no longer fear.

The emotion that dominated them was,

Awe.

The battle that filled their vision.

Just by witnessing it, they all felt a homogeneous emotion.

The foreign god with black skin rushed at the girl and swung his fist.

But the single punch was buried in the ground.

The snow covering it scattered, creating a blizzard, shaking the entire ground and causing an avalanche.

Yutia evaded the punch with just a single step, as if mocking him.

The moment the enraged foreign god pulled his fist out of the ground and swung it at her again.

Pseok-!

Both arms burst apart.

It wasn’t just the arms.

The forearms.

The legs.

The stomach.

The shoulders.

The chest.

Finally, the head.

In an instant.

As if such an existence had never been there from the beginning, it bursts apart, dyeing the surroundings with blood.

However, despite the fact that the entire body had clearly burst apart.

Kwaaang-!

Neltar, defying clear death, regenerates without a care.

Once again, he swings his fist at Yutia.

A battle of the incomprehensible against the incomprehensible.

A majestic battle that seems to be passed down from the age of gods, leaving everyone’s mouths agape.

But.

Neltar, who is actually facing Yutia.

‘This is, impossible-!’

He was astonished by her.

He had known from the beginning what kind of existence Yutia was.

It was impossible not to know.

No, he shouldn’t have not known.

She was.

The identity of that girl who was toying with him, an outer god, like a plaything.

Once a companion of the black beings that drove the world to destruction and the first creation of the blood plague.

And the black beings…

Pseok-!

Neltar’s vision momentarily went dark and then returned.

In front of him, the girl still stood there, without a hint of fatigue, just looking down at him.

Curiosity swelled and took over his mind.

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Unlike other foreign gods.

When he descended, he deliberately didn’t move and hid his body by trading with the barbarians.

He waited until he could manifest properly.

Now, as a perfect manifestation of a foreign god, he was confronting her.

But despite that.

‘Why can’t I reach her?’

Neltar couldn’t touch the girl.

Literally, he couldn’t land a single blow.

It was a very strange thing.

He wasn’t weak.

Rather, when this world was originally the world of gods.

As an evil god who devoured gods, he boasted stronger power than others.

Above all, back then.

His fist definitely reached her.

But.

It definitely did.

So it should definitely reach her now-

His power didn’t reach her.

As if it had never reached her in the first place.

‘She didn’t have such an ability-‘

“!”

At that moment, Neltar suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl in front of him.

One thing.

A possibility came to mind.

Absolutely impossible, but.

If it wasn’t that impossible thing, this situation couldn’t have been created.

‘No, could it be- really? But that- it absolutely can’t be-…!!’

His mouth gaped, disbelieving, at the same time.

And in answer, the young girl’s faint smile deepened.

“Looks like you noticed.”

The whisper vibrated in the air.

“……!!!”

The moment he understood the meaning of those words.

Nelthar was appalled that the ‘impossible’ option had clicked into place.

“You, your own kind-!”

He was about to erupt in rage,

when he saw it.

Utia’s hand forming a seal.

And.

Her index finger rising to her lips, shaping a shush.

That was the last thing.

He knew, he was going to die.

Outsider Nelthar.

He cannot die from physical attacks.

Nor from magical attacks.

Nor from severing space, or severing dimensions.

He doesn’t die.

No matter what situation, he would regenerate himself.

Unless his source was destroyed, he would never die.

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But, there was something even he couldn’t avoid.

It was the ability held by the blood-soaked creation standing right before him.

An ability that no one can avoid-

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*Thwack-!*

Neltar’s head exploded.

Then his heart.

His stomach.

His arm.

His hand.

His leg.

His foot.

One after another, they burst apart, scattering crimson blossoms of blood across the ashen snowscape.

But.

He could no longer regenerate.

A clear end.

Complete silence descended upon the snowy mountain.

Within it.

The girl who had nonchalantly killed the Outsider, Yutia Blodia.

“Ah.”

As if suddenly remembering something, she let out a low exclamation, and turned to look at the barbarians.

Instantly her finger,

*Swoosh-*

Lightly traced a line in the air.

And.

*Thwack-!*

Luraka’s head, who had just been staring blankly at the battlefield, exploded.

A sensation like the air itself freezing.

At that moment, everyone was unable to even groan.

“Hmm, I see.”

As if it were nothing at all, Yutia dryly burst her head.

At the center of the gaze intertwined with fear and awe.

“There are so many heads, it’s a bit of a shame to kill them all. So- I’ll give you a chance.”

With her red eyes gleaming.

“A very glorious and honorable opportunity to worship the Great One.”

She made the offer.

An offer that could never be refused.

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The moment the voice was heard, Alon realized he was in a different place.

Not the northern snowy mountains where white snowflakes were fluttering just a moment ago.

But in the darkness, like an abyss where nothing could be seen.

Alon stood there.

Trying to figure out what the situation was,

[You, the anomaly.]

“…Anomaly?”

He asked back at the expression referring to himself, but unfortunately, the heavy voice that seemed to contain the abyss did not answer Alon’s words.

Instead.

[Remember.]

It continued calmly.

[The reverse-heaven technique that only the anomaly of this world can use is different from ordinary ones.]

Just like the man in the mirror Alon saw at the end of the root of Greynif last time.

The voice continued to speak.

[Do not limit it to just magic-]

[Do not limit it to just power-]

[Do not limit it to just rank-]

[Embrace everything. Harmonize.]

[What you have obtained is a key to head to a single place without anything useless.]

[If you remember that, you will be able to reach it.]

And at the last moment.

[You, the reverse-heaven one.]

[Our-]

Just as the words of the black thing were about to be heard, Alon’s vision reversed.

Snowy mountain.

It was a pure white snowy mountain.

Alon realized that he had returned to the snowy mountain.

With a blank expression on his face, Alon.

[This is crazy-! Get a grip! Get a grip!!!]

[Kyuu!?]

Soon, he came to his senses at the voice coming from below.

At the same time, he witnessed it.

The sight of Basiliora drenched in blood.

“…Basiliora, you, blood-”

A trembling voice that escaped without him realizing.

However.

[You fool-! This is not my blood, it’s yours!!!]

With Basiliora’s ensuing words, Alon realized that blood was pouring from his own face.

“…Haa.”

Whether it was anemia or not, his whole body lost strength.

Barely holding his head, Alon looked at the snowy mountain visible beyond the old door and then closed the door.

With a creaking sound, the door closed weakly.

He tried opening and closing the door several times just in case.

But he could no longer return to that place from before.

Instead.

“…?”

At some point, a parchment was in Alon’s hand, which was holding the doorknob.

Alon unfolded the parchment, unable to understand its meaning.

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Millennium Ice (千年氷).

One who does not belong to any tribe, and by worshiping a god that even the barbarians do not believe in, becomes an apostle of that god and gains the great power of nature.

He fundamentally did not get along well with the barbarians.

No, to be precise.

The barbarians hated Cheonnyeonbing immensely.

Not only because of his peculiar nature that made him be called a weirdo.

But because he believed in a god different from the one the barbarians worshipped.

On the other hand, Cheonnyeonbing did not dislike the barbarians that much.

Because of his kind nature, which was unusual for someone born and raised in the North.

Therefore, when he heard the sound of the horn a while ago, he moved towards the source of the sound.

Even though he knew well that the sound was not calling for him.

If the chieftain blew it, it meant that something extremely dangerous had happened.

However.

Contrary to his intention to run straight there, he was held back by his ankle.

“Hey, who the hell are you?”

“You’ll find out gradually. I don’t think there’s any need to introduce myself right now.”

A young man, who anyone could see was handsome, blocked his way.

“Then why are you stopping me?”

“Well, how should I explain this? Hmm-“

Clear blue eyes that showed no sign of tension.

A relaxed smile lingered on the lips of the young man whose enchanting blue eyes shone.

But-

“For your sake, and for the sake of the one I serve?”

For a moment, a powerful force that even made Cheonnyeonbing, who was called a clear strongman, flinch, pressed down the air.

“So, please.”

The sight of the monster ‘asking’ with a very nonchalant wink.

“……”

Cheonnyeonbing swallowed his breath.