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

Chapter 329: The Ghost Sword, Baptism, and the Last 'Magic Pattern'

"It's really gone."

After the words fell, the bald Bei Shengaos looked at Allen's face quietly.

It seemed like I looked at it for a long time, but it also seemed like just a moment.

He opened his mouth naturally.

"Is that so? Then you should leave some people behind to serve as your guards! You see, both your magic power and physical strength need a safe environment to recover, so..."

"An old problem coming back?"

The smile on Oss's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal and looked up at Alan who interrupted him.

The latter looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

The former smiled. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Really don't understand?"

Os was about to say something, but his whole body froze.

Alan slowly leaned over in an intimate and defenseless manner.

In Os's constricted pupils, it was getting closer and closer.

During this process, Oss forcibly suppressed the urge to draw his sword several times. He just stared at Alan approaching with wide eyes, kept lowering his head, and finally, looked at his waist.

The hand that was just flowing with golden arcs pressed on the end of the handle of his knife.

There was a click, and a gentle sound of the sword being sheathed was heard.

——Os's blade was never completely sheathed, always remaining half an inch out of the sheath. During the conversation just now, his hand repeatedly sheathed the blade with his words to ensure that his action of "putting his hand on the handle" was not too abrupt and reasonable.

In front of him, the 'powerful adventurer' who never let him let his guard down and whose background he still couldn't figure out after all the conversations, leaned close to his ear and whispered to him.

"You of the Kitashinryu Qiba School are all born skeptics. You clearly saw me use fighting spirit with your own eyes, and you also thought I was a swordsman at that time. But when I released magic, you doubted your judgment and thought that my fighting spirit was just a magic trick."

“So, here comes the question.”

"Do you expect me to be a magician as easy to control as Melna?"

"Or do you expect me to be a follower of the Miris sect who knows a little about swordsmanship, has good attainments in divine strikes, and is very easy to control, like Climb?"

"Or, what about a magic swordsman who is completely out of your control, making you uneasy, but helpless?"

"Choose one."

“That determines what I do next.”

After saying that, Alan took a step back and tilted his head to look at Oss.

The adventurers around did not hear what the two whispered, and were still waiting for Os's order to go and catch the fish.

But the smile on Os's face disappeared. He tilted his head and took another look at the dark clouds surrounding the sky outside the island. He was silent for a moment and then spoke hoarsely.

This time, there was no constant testing or pretense of flattery.

"You really didn't come here for that ghost thing? Are you really here because of a shipwreck?"

Alan raised an eyebrow, and the image of the "main island" in the wind and rain pierced his mind. He asked back, "What the hell?"

Oss glanced at the empty waist of the magic swordsman Allen, raised his eyes and looked straight into Allen's eyes.

"In the core S-class maze "Main Island" of the "Archipelago" maze, the lowest level lord-level ghost, "The Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost" - Idazred."

With a loud crash, the fishing net fell to the ground. The adventurer next to him turned pale and looked at Alan blankly.

The reactions of others were not much different from his.

The whispers gradually became louder and blended together, like the buzzing of a swarm of bees, constantly entering Alan's ears.

The latter just quietly distinguished this discordant behavior of Oss and asked for environmental information.

"Ghost Swordsman Ida Zred." "Aren't we going to repair the ship and return to land?"

"Are you going to a haunted place? What should I do?" "I heard there is a scary ghost there."

"But if we defeat him, we will not only get the magic stone, but also his secret sword? And we will get a huge fortune?"

"How do you know?" "The King of the Dragon Kingdom is very interested in the secret sword and has already issued a reward of 6,000 gold coins. That's 6,000 gold coins."

"Why don't you go with 6,000 coins? We are here to clear out these ghosts! If it weren't for you saving my life, I would have almost died here!" "Can't you just talk about it?"

"For a swordsman, a legendary sword like that cannot be exchanged for money."

"Exchange it for money? Do you have the life to do it?!"

"He is a legendary swordsman. Even if he turns into a ghost, it would be difficult to deal with him."

"Besides, something has happened in this maze. Maybe it's a chain reaction caused by the other party's anger. The lord-level monsters at the bottom of the S-level maze will have a certain ability to change the structure of the maze."

"My Lord, you have set your sights on that secret sword. Shall we go together?"

"Are you crazy!?"

"What should we do then?"

Allen listened to the message and felt that the name Idazred sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
"Idazred?"

"Yes!! It's the 'Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost' Idazhred! The legendary sword god of the long-eared tribe, Idazhred!"

Love, who was walking nearby, ignored Oss's cold gaze and looked excited. Seeing that Alan was interested, he quickly spoke to him excitedly.

"During the First Human-Demon War, he killed thousands of demons all by himself. In the end, he fought a decisive battle with the Undead Demon King Necros, one of the Five Great Demon Kings. He suppressed the opponent for a whole month and killed him countless times, but he was constantly consumed by the shameless Undead Demons, and died of exhaustion!"

"Legend has it that his secret sword was forged from the horns of the Bone Dragon Sea King. It has the power to cut through all magic, split the sea, break the waves, and is indestructible!"

"With your ability, you can definitely break through the "Main Island" maze and take back the sword! With your attainments in the Water God Style, how can you not have a good sword?"

Oss pulled out his knife and shouted at Loew. "You are talking nonsense! This is all misleading! Shut up!"

Love completely ignored Os and grabbed Allen's hand.

"With your ability, you can definitely kill that ghost thing! Take the secret sword!"

Os swung the knife and chopped at his neck, but the blade had just been pulled out an inch when it re-sheathed with a clang.

Alan casually slapped Os's hilt back into the scabbard.

"Catch fish, eat, and repair the boat, the faster the better."

"Time is limited. We will return to land directly without conquering the maze."

There was silence all around, followed by deafening cheers. The adventurers returned to the top of the mountain to get their tools and ran down the mountain.

However, Oss took his eyes off the scabbard at his waist and looked at Alan deeply, realizing that the other party was indeed going back to the mainland, and was not a magic swordsman who came to "search for a sword" because he lacked a good sword as he thought.

He let out a long sigh and nodded his head in agreement.

Without paying any attention to the livid-faced Löw, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

Alan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Melna, who was dazed by Alan's voice, and said, "It's your turn."

Melna was stunned.

"What?"

"Exchange." Allen turned around and walked towards the wooden house nearby. "I'll eat something first, and you can brew it. The lowest level barrier will do. You just said it would be enough for a minute, right? It won't take a minute, only ten seconds will do."

Melna blinked, her expression a little confused, but her body honestly followed closely behind Allen.

"Don't you know how to cast a barrier?"

"No, so I want to see it for myself."

"I'm sorry."

"Ok?"

"Just now, I thought you knew how to cast a barrier, so..."

Love followed closely and interrupted her.

"Mr. Allen! Please believe me! What I say."

Allen stopped and turned to look at Love.

"What on earth do you want to do on the 'main island'?"

Love stopped and looked straight at Alan.

"You take the sword! I take revenge!"

"revenge?"

"It killed my fellow adventurer, I want revenge! I killed that ghost thing with my own hands! I want to kill it! The sword is yours! The magic stone is yours too! I only ask for revenge!!" Alan tilted his head and looked at him.

"Revenge is your business. Whether I take the sword or not is my business. It has nothing to do with it."

"You want revenge."

"go alone."

After saying that, Alan took a step and continued walking forward. The wooden house was right in front of him. He stepped over Clem who was muttering on the ground, "This is all a dream, this is all a dream!"

"Don't sleep anymore, get up and eat."

Climb suddenly stood up and hugged Alan's thighs.

"I know, you are the Son of God! You are the Son of God of Miris! I remember now! The Pope of the Miris Cult has a grandson who was raised in an orphanage under a pseudonym to avoid power struggles. Recently, the Pope welcomed him back to the Cult and helped him become the Son of God! But he was resisted by the other party!"

"You are the Holy Son! The Pope's grandson! That's why you have such a high talent for divine strike! It's you!"

Alan looked down at him.

"Cliff?"

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Climb’s face was filled with confusion.

"My name is Clem."

“Okay, Clem. I’ve requisitioned your notebook. Go back and ask the Pope for a new one.”

Clem?

"Isn't this inappropriate? No merit, no reward."

"It's appropriate. It's very appropriate. Rather than that, you should worry about your companion first. His mental state seems to be worse than yours."

"Ah good!"

Climb stood up and was about to walk towards the silent and head-down Love, but he was stunned and turned back to look at Allen.

".Uh. Not as good as me?"

Alan crouched down and entered the wooden house.

In the distance, the tower-like Oss had already walked to the bottom of the mountain and had stopped at some point.

He turned his head and looked at Löw from a distance, and after a while, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Revenge? Stupid."

"Who do you think you are? You are just a senior swordsman, talking nonsense, and you dare to talk about revenge."

"What a lunatic."

-

Inside the wooden house.

Alan quietly ate his remaining bread and flipped through Loew's notes. Melna, who was sitting opposite him, seemed a little reserved for some reason. She looked around the room, which was empty except for the two of them, and reached out to smooth the golden hair on her forehead.

"You ask what the Son of God is? Are you really not the Son of God? Your attainments in divine strike are too...too terrifying. I have never seen a genius like you."

Alan responded casually.

"There are so many geniuses, which only proves that your temple is not very good. As for the Son of God, I have never heard of the Son of God or the Holy Daughter. I have only heard of the Son of God. What is the connection between the two?"

Melna looked up at Alan's white hair, and saw Alan look up at her, then quickly looked away.

"The Holy Son and Holy Daughter are candidates for the Son of God."

Alan nodded while eating bread, but suddenly stopped flipping through his notes.

"Candidates for Son of God? Isn't the Son of God an innate ability? How can there be candidates?"

Melna stroked the wrinkled and bloodstained priest's uniform on her legs. The wrinkles were removed, but the blood stains could not be removed. She reluctantly pulled her legs under the table.

"The Son of God and the Holy Daughter can be "baptized" to become the Son of God through the Central Inquisition of the Order. It is true that some Sons of God are born with the ability of the Son of God, but some can obtain the ability of the Son of God through "baptism."

"go on."

".Go on. By the way, I heard that the success rate of "baptism" is not high. It seems that there is a risk of becoming stupid, and the risk seems to be very high."

"continue."

"But the church promised that regardless of success or failure, the families of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter will be unconditionally promoted to the first level of priesthood, so many clergy still want to train their children to become Holy Sons and Holy Daughters."

"No one resisted?"

Melna opened her eyes and looked at Alan, somewhat confused.

"Resist? Why resist? This is God's favor."

Allen looked at Merna and Ceness's hair and eye colors, which were exactly the same.

"Are you a noble from Miris?"

".Uh, yes."

Alan put the last bite of bread into his mouth and swallowed it.

"It seems that we will have to go to Miris again in the future. Some things there seem to be more complicated than they appear."

Melna looked straight at Alan.

"Aren't you from Miris?"

"I am from Asra."

"Is that so? Could such a talented person appear in the Temple of Asura?"

Among the four types of magic under the healing system, detoxification magic and healing magic are so universal that they have gradually become household names in several wars between humans and demons. The other two, divine strike magic and barrier magic, can only be learned in the Miris Cult after the elementary level.

Even the Lanoa University of Magic only has elementary divine strike and elementary barrier techniques.

Merna bowed her head.

"Miris welcomes you. With your magical talent, the cult will be astounded. Holy Son... No, you can definitely be baptized directly and become the Son of God!"

Alan shook his head and said nothing.

"That's still too long. I still have a lot to do before then, such as..."

"Are you ready? I remember that barrier techniques can be cast directly at the primary level, but only after the intermediate level do you need to use a magic circle. Is that ok? How much magic power do you have?"

Melna nodded heavily, and for some reason, she felt a little nervous.

Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, folded her hands and placed them on the table.

"God, please look upon those who sincerely believe in you."

A soft light as faint as a hazy star halo appeared in front of her hand.

"Grant me the power to resist the blazing flames."

"Give me the courage to withstand the cold storm."

The ball of light began to change shape from the position beside her hand, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.

Melna opened her eyes.

"Primary barrier technique - magic barrier."

With a crackling sound, the light on the table made a sound similar to that of an old TV with bad signal, rising and connecting, forming a small barrier like a glowing inverted bowl.

She looked at her results, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up.

"you"

Bang! The barrier was shattered by someone.

Then, as Melna's body suddenly stiffened, the hand that could break the barrier reached out.

He grabbed her wrist.

Melna almost jumped up from her chair and looked across in surprise.

Alan rested his other hand on his head, as if staring at the table in a daze.

"do not move."

"I'm thinking."

And before his eyes.

Zuo Qingyan's system panel revealed its true appearance.

(End of this chapter)