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

Chapter 342: The 'expressiveness' of the non-chanting swordsman's full power!
The tiny pieces of red magic stone are the remains of the corpses of ghost fish and insects.

The soft carpet is made of the worm's broken flesh.

Oh, there are also quite a few human corpses among them, some of which are very fresh.

The person's voice was also very 'fresh', and Alan didn't stay there for long. He just fell from the sky in front of Os with a golden electric light.

The moment I stood up, the ground looked like this.

"Don't worry about it, just treat it as dead."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the rain curtain and reached everyone's ears.

The adventurers' faces changed.

Oss's expression did not change.

In fact, he responded surprisingly quickly.

"it is good."

He turned around and walked towards Alan with urgent steps, as if the man in front of Alan with an obviously unfamiliar face was the missing 'companion'.

Seeing this scene, the adventurers' faces became even uglier.

In the final analysis, this large and deformed "adventurer group" that was cobbled together on this island was ultimately just a helpless act of a group of people trying to survive together.

Who can be whose companion?
Even Levis, whom Oss brought back from the "main island", was just a passerby he happened to meet during the escape.

As for the real companion of 'Old Man Oss'
They are not missing.

They are all dead.

While the adventurers were thinking, Lev had already stepped across the stream, and everyone hurried to follow him.

Although Alan was cold and heartless, and didn't even say a nice word to them, he left them to fend for themselves under the attacks of the monsters.

But it doesn't stop him from being a good 'boss'.

Because no one wants to die.

At this point it has been completely confirmed that the scope of the maze has expanded, and the ferocious monsters have broken free from the constraints of the Purgatory Volcano.

The safest area is a few meters around Alan.

Snap, snap.

The carpet, which was shrouded in a stream of rain and glowed with a bright red glow, was trampled with pits by the messy boots. Melna heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Alan was safe and sound. She forced herself not to look at the corpses of monsters and humans on the ground below her, but before she took two steps, she heard Os's urgent roar from the front.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Healing magic! Healing magic!!"

Os turned around, grabbed Melna's hand and pulled him in front of Allen, and spoke to her urgently.

"Quick! Melna, use healing magic, use healing magic on him!"

Melna staggered to her feet and looked at the victim leaning against the tree on the ground in confusion.

He was a middle-aged man, dressed as an adventurer, without a sword, with an untidy beard and dull eyes.

There was a hole as thick as a finger on the head, and the bloody head was mixed with white brain juice.

The amount was not much, and the adventurer did not die. He just looked at everyone with lifeless eyes.

Melna was shocked when she saw this and rushed over, "Motherly goddess of love! Please..."

Before she finished the spell, Allen waved her hand to interrupt her. Oss quickly said, "Sir Allen, the wound on his head is not serious! If we cast a healing spell now, he may still be saved!"

Alan ignored him, but tilted his head to look at the adventurer who was slumped on the ground. The next moment, crackling electric light flashed on the side of his hand. He gently tapped the wound of the middle-aged adventurer with his hand wrapped in divine strike technique, and then pulled out a bright red struggling ghost insect from the wound.

Alan pinched the fangs with pale bone spurs accurately. The magic insect twisted its tail and struggled hard, but it only increased the speed of the golden electric light in Alan's hand.

With a snap, it turned into a thumb-sized red magic stone in his hand.

Everyone was stunned.

Alan threw the magic stone away and immediately reached out to press the adventurer's head.

"Goddess of love who is like a mother, please heal this man's wounds and restore him to health. Healing technique."

The green light of the healing spell with 1% increased power illuminated the surrounding forest for a moment, and the wound near the adventurer's forehead healed quickly. Then, the adventurer's head twitched for a moment and looked up at Allen.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the adventurer's mouth broke into a big grin.

"Hehe! Hehehehe!! Dead! All dead!! No hope!! Hehehe!!"

He actually smiled and picked up the pieces of meat and magic stone fragments on the ground with his hands, and chewed them happily in his mouth.

Everyone was stunned, but Oss came to his senses, jumped up and held his hand, and roared, "Hey! Is there any adventurer camp nearby? Hey!!"

"hey-hey!!"

"Fuck!" Oss, who was jumping back and forth between hope and disappointment and looking very unwell, had pieces of meat thrown in his face. He was so angry that he wanted to draw his knife to chop the fool.

But he was stopped by the adventurers around him.

Amid the noise, Melna stared at Alan's hand in a daze, "Do you know healing skills?"

Alan waved his hand, "No chanting, healing spells are harder to control."

Melna: “That’s not what I’m asking.”

"Don't worry about that." Allen pointed at the crazy adventurer and spoke quickly. "Sure enough, the brain is missing, which is no different from reshaping a broken limb. Intermediate healing can only 'sew up' the outside, but cannot fill in the missing part.

The only good news is that the monster drilled very deep. The gray matter in the brain was a wound and has healed, but the white matter in the brain was crushed."

Halfway through his words, Alan shook his head.

"Anyway, the clues are broken. We need to find the next person, or just climb over the volcano."

He looked up at the crater. "Could it be that the correct solution is to climb over the volcano?"

Melna's eyes lit up with an ambiguous light as she listened to Alan's combination of the unfamiliar words "brain" and "white and gray" in human language. She was about to say something auspicious to encourage Alan, but was interrupted by the sudden chanting of a spell from the side.

"Hehe, wherever you go, the flames will protect you and me!!"

Allen, Melna, and all the adventurers turned their heads abruptly and looked at the ground, only to see the foolish adventurer raising his arms excitedly, looking directly at Allen.

Wisps of flames swirled in the center of his palm, quickly condensing into a blazing fireball the size of a human head.

"The flames obey my command, burst forth, Fireball!!"

The chanting skill is very high! With a bang, it shot towards Allen's head, and the latter turned his head to avoid it.

The fireball brushed past his cheek and soared into the sky!

Then, before it could go a few meters away, it was extinguished in the air by the rain curtain, turned into two puffs of smoke, and disappeared.

Everyone was a little confused by this sudden scene, but the adventurer opened his mouth wide and looked at the fireball he shot, with an expression as if he was about to cry, and rolled on the ground and began to wailing.

"Where is the rescue?? No!! No!!! Haha!! Haha!! They are all dead! They are all dead!!"

For a moment, the only sound around was the continuous rain.

Alan silently watched the adventurer rolling on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly turned to look at Os, who was still a little overwhelmed by this sudden scene.

"Where is the rescue?"

Os gritted his teeth and glared at the adventurer on the ground, and said, "Are you talking about what he said? Fireball is one of the signals that adventurer teams in the maze use to ask for help from each other. Because it can be shot far away and can explode, it is used..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped and slowly turned to look at Alan, his eyes widened. "Wait. Wait!! Could it be that there is an adventurer camp nearby? Is he asking them for help? It's possible! It's possible!"

Upon hearing this, Allen immediately pointed his finger toward the sky, with golden electric light flashing between his fingers. Love, who had been watching for a moment, suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"The Divine Strike Technique won't work! Your Divine Strike Technique is too powerful, it doesn't seem like something a human can do! Who has ever seen someone asking for help in this way? And there are only a few people who have actually seen the "God's Descent"! Rather than saying it's a request for help, it's more like the maze has changed again! How dare they come over?"

Oss grabbed Love's collar and said, "What are you going to use?! Can't you see it's raining!!!"

The voice was silenced by the sudden surge of wind.

Everyone first felt themselves splashed by the oncoming rain, then the sudden noisy howling wind brought severe hypothermia, followed by a burning sensation on everyone's clothes.

For an instant.

The side of everyone's body facing Allen was steamed dry.

It was not until this moment that the feeling of rain hitting faces and blinding eyes faded away, and everyone opened their eyes and looked at Alan in surprise.

But they were all speechless.

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The blazing fireball burned in front of Alan's right palm at his side, and it continued to expand. The rich flames swirled hotly, drawing streams of magic power from the surrounding air and pouring them into the fireball that was larger than Alan's body.

The accumulated water on the ground was rapidly heated, and the thick steam made the hem of Alan's clothes vibrate.

The rain stopped.

No, that's not right.

Love and Oss looked up at the sky with their mouths open.

A layer of water curtain rolled back in the sky, and the river rushed over everyone's heads. It only flowed for a few meters before it flowed down like a roaring waterfall beside everyone.

The wind was still howling, shaking my clothes.

It comes from the palm of Alan's left hand that is holding up 'the river'.

5% magic blow magic, 5% magic fireball magic.

Alan raised his hand and created a wind, pushing the rain within a five-meter radius back toward the sky.

Before everyone's brains could process the information in front of them.

!!!!!! Bang!!! ...
The sound of a hand hitting the water, amplified hundreds of times, almost pierced my eardrums! !
Alan shot the rain into the sky at full speed using the blowing magic. Even though there was no such thing as reaction force in the magic released in this extraordinary world, the severe wind pressure that escaped from outside the range of the magic released by Alan still pushed everyone to the ground!

The less powerful adventurers could only resist with all their fighting spirit, wailing and screaming.

At this moment, a short-lived hole with a diameter of five meters and a height of sixty meters was formed in the space where the ridge was located.

Alan casually threw the MAX version of the fireball in his right hand into the sky, and caught up with the wind that exploded in the air.

A whirlwind of flames! The sky explodes!
A huge ball of flames exploded on the ridge where everyone was.

It lit up half of the ridge.

In an instant, Os, whose fighting spirit was drained of half, turned over in embarrassment and looked at the violent explosion in the sky, his face completely stunned.

What the hell is this?

Damn, am I dreaming?

As for Melna, who was standing by, she was caught in his flow secret because she was close to Allen. After all, if she wasn't photographed, she would probably be a female corpse with clothes torn and blood gushing out of her seven orifices.

She behaved even worse.

Because she recognized it, it was just a simple fireball and blowing magic!
It is purely by using the enormous magical power that the power is pushed to the holy level!
And it's a hybrid holy-level magic that doesn't require chanting.

There is actually such a simple and crude way to use it? And how come Mr. Allen has so much magic power! !

But before her surprise flashed through her mind, the familiar squatting figure caught her eye again in the corner of her eye.

She looked aside in astonishment, and boom!!! The cracked soil exploded into a rain of sand!

Alan leaped up into the sky, blowing magic at his feet to disperse the boost, instantly piercing the air and jumping into the aftermath of the explosion that was being quickly extinguished by the rain.

The hot steam distorted the 'hood' that was flowing with mysteries around his body.

He paused briefly at the top.

I turned around and turned the sensor flow to maximum power. The rain around me seemed to slow down. I looked around at the main island in the rain and night.

It was like overlooking the city from a high building in the previous life.

Then, I saw:
In the northwest direction, against the backdrop of the deep rain curtain, in a valley about three kilometers away, there were more than a dozen consecutive orange bright spots flashing, but they were instantly extinguished by the rain curtain.

Alan broke free from the flow of sensation and began to fall. The wind and rain once again eroded the surrounding space. The aftermath of the explosion had been completely swallowed up by the rain. The speed was getting faster and faster. Even though the height of the "jump" was only a few dozen meters, an afterimage was left when he landed.

At this moment, the wind pressure washed the ground again, lifting him up steadily and landing him on the ground smoothly.

【Allan Boreas Graylat】

[Magic: Remaining, 57%]

[Fighting Spirit: Remaining, 63%]

[Physical Strength: Remaining, 28%]

Allen evaluated his own magic swordsmanship and concluded without much thought:

The expressiveness is very strong, giving the illusion of appearing in Dragon Ball. No wonder Laplace could directly blow up the continent into the Ringus Sea. He can create miracles with just the power of magic and cause terrifying ranged destructive power.

The rough use of elementary magic to pile up high-level destructive power will cause too much loss of magic power. The correct solution is to use intermediate and advanced magic and operate it in a refined manner.

5%+5%+5%+5%, just launched a missile, used the blowing technique twice to support the body, and then used fighting spirit to strengthen physical fitness.

In just a few seconds, 20% of the magic power and 15% of the fighting spirit were consumed.

Although it only takes half a day to recover the magic power and fighting spirit now, the loss is still too great in a battle.

This time, the expedition to the "Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost" still requires other magicians.

And at the moment, it's more for fun. If you encounter a truly strong person in the world of No Job, such as Orsted, you can confiscate the magic with a snap of your fingers "Ranma", and the "Qianlongmen" of the Armored Dragon King can instantly absorb the magic.

Magic is more about assisting swordsmanship. Chopping off the head with one sword is more practical than using a missile to destroy the ground.

Increasing speed, destructive power, creating a favorable combat environment, and most importantly, no longer being a walking chicken, are the true ways to use magic.

This is also the reason why Orsted rarely uses magic, and when he encounters trouble, he draws the sword of God.

Probably that's it.

The thought flashed through his mind and Alan looked around.

Rain fell from the sky, turning the cracked floor that had just been burned by the "fireball" into mud again.

——The ostriches pulled their heads out of the mud, looking completely confused and embarrassed.

The voice rang in their ears.

"Three kilometers northwest, there is a camp."

"No need to wait for them to come over."

"Let's move closer."

(End of this chapter)