Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 210: It's not fair, let's divide it equally

How fast are the nerve reflexes when you are near death?

Perhaps the bald, burly thief could put himself in his younger brothers' shoes and have a chat with them.

But here's the thing.

He no longer had time to think about that.

When he saw his arm disintegrating into a pile of flesh on the ground, pain rushed to his brain like water.

He didn't scream out.

Doesn’t the bald thief feel pain, doesn’t feel angry, and is unwilling to resist?

of course not.

It was just that the feeling of tangible fear had overwhelmed all his emotions, making him feel dizzy, dazed, and nauseous.

Even a little weirdly transcendent.

He smelled death.

In the corner of my eye, the young man in front of me had stopped his fingers at the point where his arm and torso met, frozen, motionless.

So, there's a whole arm on the ground.

That's exactly why.

The ground is just a whole arm.

What would have happened if the other person's fingers had been a little slower?
This was the direct cause of his fear. As a senior swordsman of the Beishenryu School, he knew very well what what he saw meant.

The man in front of him didn't even pull out his knife.

This is a true master, the kind of master who is a little bit outrageous, the kind of master who has no way of escaping from the opponent.

Just by releasing his fighting spirit, he could completely slice his arm into pieces. Without destroying any inertia, he could rely on the inertia of landing to completely stack it on the ground, restoring it to its original shape.

Why did it collapse in the end? Because the fingertips could not support the weight of the arm.

It's not that there's something wrong with the way he 'cut' it.

The sword of light.

A very skilled and incomparable light sword.

At least, at least, I have learned it for five years.

But how old is he?

Twenty? Or younger?

Are you kidding me? I have never heard of this person!
Who is this person? ? A genius that never appears in the Holy Land of Swords? ?

Came to this small town on the edge of Fitoya Territory to hunt for wild game? ?

Who is it?

Wait, genius?
Fitoya collar?

Is it possible?
The moment the doubts in his mind were settled, he felt his thoughts hit the ground, and he suddenly broke free from this wonderful feeling of near-death transcendence.

With a loud crash, blood from the broken arm gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

The other person's fingers were pointing straight at the side of his shoulder, and with just a slight hook of his hand, he could reach his neck.

The bald thief heard his own trembling voice.

"You are A. Allen Boreas Greyrat, you killed everyone in the Rigate stronghold by yourself, but how could you possibly have the Sword of Light?"

"Have mercy on me! Have mercy on me! I...I don't want to die, have mercy on me."

In his sight, the young man named Allen seemed to be observing his reaction. He heard his begging for mercy, but opened his mouth and said something incomprehensible.

"Do you see clearly?"

The bald thief was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized who Alan was talking to. He suddenly lowered his head to look at the little girl beside him who he had just spoken rudely to. No, she should be called Alice Boreas Greyrat.

The other party stared at the flesh on the ground that was washed by blood and floating up and down. His face was ashen and he kept swallowing his saliva, but he still forced himself to look at it.
His arm was cut into pieces.

The bald thief realized something, and with a pleading look, he shook his head frantically at Alice. He only shook his head twice, but then he realized something again and started nodding continuously.

Tears were flowing out, as if the rude and rough attitude just now was just an illusion, a disguise.

Then, he heard the 'result'.

"No, no!"

A cold feeling climbed up the suddenly severed arm that still had the touch of a phantom limb. The bald thief's mind went completely blank. He raised his eyes and looked at Alan in a daze.

The latter was staring at his face, expressionless and with his lips parted.

Seven words.

"Good stuff?" "Superior?" "High-quality?" "Grand?"

Each word was spoken very slowly, with a questioning tone, and it landed like a nail in his mind and struck him like a hammer, leaving a chill in his heart.

His pupils suddenly contracted and he was about to turn around and run away!

The result was still slow.

Alan moved his fingers.

The air passed through the bald thief's mouth.

Lift your finger upward.

Lightly glanced at the other person's eyes.

next moment.

Flesh and blood burst!
Neatly cut teeth, a broken tongue, and two bloody eyeballs fell to the ground as he turned around!

The pain surged into the bald thief's brain like a tide. He uttered unintelligible fragments from his mouth and still stubbornly ran towards the location of the warehouse as he remembered.

Then, his intact ears heard some pleasant words.

"sit down."

?

sit down??
How could the bald thief dare to stop and sit on the ground leisurely to be killed? ?

He completely succumbed to the waves of survival instinct that surged in his heart. Even though his vision had disappeared and he could not speak, he still took two steps and followed the direction he remembered.

Running faster.

Run, run.

The center of gravity is getting lower and lower.

Run, run.

My legs are getting colder.

Run, run.

Can't run anymore.

Finally, he sat down on the ground.

He just wanted to cry and wail, but such sounds seemed very weak because of the blood that kept flowing from his mouth.

He could only struggle helplessly, whimpering powerlessly, and rolling in a pool of blood.

In the distance, Alan loosened his grip on the knife handle and turned to look at Alice with a calm look.

This thief happened to be the one who kicked Alice so hard that she vomited blood in the original book.

In this life, he speaks rudely and his eyes are unpleasant.

Letting him die slowly can be considered a good deed.

Alice stared blankly at the scene in front of her, unable to speak, her pupils constantly shrinking and dilating.

Then she heard Alan's voice, which suddenly woke her up.

"Repeat that."

Alice came back to her senses and straightened her waist!
"Don't blink! Don't be afraid! Just look at the knife and not the body!"

"Did you see the knife clearly?"

Alice frowned and took a deep breath. Her thoughts immediately focused on the knife that Alan had just swung, and she naturally dimmed the bloody scene in front of her.

She blinked.

"See something more clearly!"

Alan glanced at Alice, confirmed that the child was fine, and nodded.

Some things must be pushed forward, otherwise the consequences may be more serious after the confirmed capital city.

Fortunately, Alice has a natural resistance to the tragic mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She is a born player with a big heart. In the original book, after experiencing a life-and-death crisis in the kidnapping case, she was beaten, hunted, and her only subordinate even threatened to abandon her from time to time (from Alice's perspective). Even the thief was chopped into pieces by Gileno in front of her, but she persisted and went home before her legs gave out.

And in this life, having followed Allen for so long and intentionally cultivating his swordsmanship, this kind of tenacious reaction was completely within Allen's expectations.

She is a natural strong person.

Although her ceiling is not as high as Rudy's, her mentality is definitely stronger than the former.

As long as her 'desire' is reasonable and she has her own guidance, becoming the Sword King will never be her end.

"Okay, let's go. We'll have another chance to look at it later. Repeat it again."

"Don't blink! Don't be afraid! Just look at the knife and not the body!"

"Good, keep it up."

"it is good!"

Alan turned and looked at the guard beside him.

The other person looked very dazed, his whole body was shaking, he could hardly stand, and he was staring blankly behind him.

Then he felt a gentle breeze straightening his body.

In sight was Alan's face.

The latter raised his hand, pressed on the brim of the guard's hat, adjusted it, and straightened it. He stared into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Do what you should do, and don't do what you shouldn't do. Do you understand?"

The guard's face was trembling, his teeth were chattering, but he still trembled and said, "Yes! I understand!"

Alan nodded and patted his face to show his appreciation.

He turned around and walked behind the guard, holding Alice's hand.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away behind my ears.

The guard trembled all over, took a deep breath, and stared at the entrance of the town.

He really looks like a qualified guard.

There were a few adventurers passing through the town just now, but now they have all disappeared.

He looked outside the town for a moment, but the scene he just saw still lingered in his mind.

Human beings are such creatures.

The scarier it is, the more you have never seen it, and the weirder it is.

The more I want to take another look.

Because it is too profound and too unforgettable.

Subconsciously, he turned his head slightly and glanced secretly behind him.

Pupils contract and tremble.

In sight, on the ground.

Palm.

and.

bow.

腕。

These are the feet.

胫。

髌。

股。

髋。

These are the legs.

The entire structure below the human body's hips is flattened in cross-section, extending all the way forward.

It was clearly displayed in front of him, spreading out as two overlapping carpets of flesh.

At the end, there was a pool of blood, the ground was a mess, and mud and sand were mixed with blood.

That's where the bald thief 'sits'.

No one was around.

Go forward.
he.

Carrying the bald thief's body which had lost both legs and one arm.

Dragging on the ground.

Walk slowly forward.

The guard was a little dazed. After a long while, he silently lowered his head and looked at his crotch.

A little cold.

-

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! It's 20% and 20%! Stop fighting. Ugh."

In the outer hall of the warehouse, beside the table against the wall, the fake nobleman with deep wrinkles on his face, the real thief, Black Snake, who stood outside the gate on the day of the Boreas banquet, frowned and put down the pen he was writing. He turned a deaf ear to the wailing behind him, and after examining the letter from top to bottom, he finally felt relieved.

The message must be sent back by express mail. Alan is living too comfortably in the Boreas mansion. What that old man Sauros means is too obvious.

Damn.

If it is too late, he will be able to climb on the power change ship and it will be difficult to deal with this difficult guy. I heard that the thieves have financial assistance from James this time, so they hired a new Northern King and two Saint-level magicians and a King-level magician who traveled from the Dragon Kingdom.
He took a deep breath at the thought.

The moment Alan turned his head slightly and glanced back when he entered the room suddenly emerged in my mind.

This kid is bound to die!
Damn, what a genius, this is just a monster.

Monsters should be killed!

Leopard, Gray Eagle, wait and see, I'm going to send this guy down so that you brothers can have a good time.

He closed his eyes to calm the violent emotions that were emerging, exhaled, and stood up.

Turn around.

With a look of panic on his face, he shouted in surprise.

"What's going on! What's going on! Why are you fighting just after I wrote a letter? Stop it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other four thieves in the outer hall of the warehouse stopped immediately, stood up and took a step back together, as if they were not the ones who had just beaten the man.

The big-bellied nobleman was lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose. His monocle had shattered and fallen to the side. He was looking at the black snake in a trance, as if he had just met him for the first time.

The latter showed a painful expression when he saw this, and hurried forward, squatted down and took the hand of the big-bellied noble.

"Master Pi Yanzi! They are just some crude thieves. Why do you have to fight with them? Isn't this inappropriate?"

Pi Yanzi looked very dazed, and the fat on his face twitched. "We are all brothers, we are all brothers, this is really not right."

Black Snake touched the back of Pi Yanzi's hand, nodded, and suddenly turned to look at the thieves beside him.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it!" they said in unison.

"This is how the master apologizes to you? Be sincere!"

"I heard it!!" even louder.

The black snake smiled and nodded with great satisfaction, but then his face was stunned.

"Wait, I was concentrating on writing the letter and didn't hear it clearly. I think it said something like "it's divided into a certain percentage"? How much percentage was it?"

"Twenty percent."

A look of confusion appeared on Black Snake's face, and he turned to look at Pi Yanzi.

"Twenty percent? No. Isn't it thirty percent?"

Pi Yanzi opened his mouth in surprise, and was stunned when he saw the black snake's confused expression.

“33%??”

Hearing this, Black Snake glared, pointed at Pi Yanzi, and turned to look at the thieves beside him. "The master said it was 30%, how can you talk nonsense?"

The thieves were all stunned, and then burst into laughter. The atmosphere was filled with joy.

"30%!" "Yes, yes, 30%!" "Don't talk nonsense, it must be 30%!"

After hearing this, Black Snake turned his head suddenly and touched Pi Yanzi's hand very sincerely.

"Look, it's 30%!"

Pi Yanzi raised his lips, then lowered them again, repeating this several times before speaking.

"Yes, yes, 30% is 30%."

"Master Pi Yanzi is so generous!" Black Snake smiled and pulled Pi Yanzi up. He picked up the handkerchief dropped by the other party from the ground and wiped the blood under Pi Yanzi's nose carefully.

It's a sincere and heartfelt one.

Pi Yanzi's face twitched and his expression was dazed, as if he was dreaming.

Black Snake stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into Pi Yanzi's collar and helped him brush off the dust on his body with a smile.

"Why hasn't the big shot you mentioned come yet, sir? How big is he? It can't be.
Are you kidding us?"

As soon as the words fell, the air in the outer hall of the warehouse became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Pi Yanzi looked at the thieves around him staring at his face, swallowed his saliva, and was about to speak.

Just then, because of the sudden silence, they heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

The five thieves and one noble turned to look at the gate.

Click.

A very clear sound.

The door handle slowly shifted and turned.

90°.

A crack appeared.

Push it open slowly.

A head poked through the door.

Bald head, unshaven beard, and a face full of flesh.

Very cruel.

He stared at the two bloody holes and looked at everyone with dissatisfaction.

Blood overflowed from the bloody hole in the mouth, leaving a bloody trail along the chin.

It dripped onto the ground with a plop.

“Not authentic.”

"Let's divide it equally."

(End of this chapter)