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

Chapter 345: 'She' in the Soul Formation (Part )
"It doesn't matter. We'll be on our way with him in less than an hour."

More than a hundred adventurers were crowded in the 'trenches' of four magic circles under the barrier, and many of them cast sad glances from afar.

——Some things were expected by everyone. After all, Leo had lost control three times. At least twenty of the hundred people had been bitten by him. Everyone had ugly scars on their arms, legs, waists and abdomens.

But no one ever said to Leo, 'You have to stick with it.'

Because he had clearly done his best.

It is inevitable that a team of adventurers cobbled together in a life-and-death crisis will be disunited. If everyone can unite, there must be a good-natured leader who is willing to consider the interests of all adventurers and bring everyone together.

The bearded man stared at the red clouds in the sky, his expression changing from numbness and sadness to anger in his eyes, all in the blink of an eye!

"Damn it, thanks to Leo, I was able to live four more months! It was worth it! Staying in this barrier every day, my knife is going to be blunt! One hour! I won't wait! This time I'm going to get out of the barrier and kill people to my heart's content!!"

The bearded man suddenly raised his knife, turned around, jumped onto the valley and leaped upwards. The people behind him also showed flames of anger in their eyes, and followed his figure all the way up!

The adventurers above their heads had similar emotions. The fireball technique that they had restrained a little just now, which was quite a tactical arrangement for conquering labyrinths, was now pouring down into the sky desperately. The warriors were no longer stingy with their fighting spirit and continued to use their sword energy to kill the swarms of monsters that swarmed down from the mountain ridge outside the barrier.

Some high-level magicians actually grabbed the magic stone that was flashing red light and began to extract the magic power from it.

The first move is the "Red Flame Bomb" which increases the output power.

"The violent spirit of fire escaped from the hell of fire, appeared on the earth, and burned everything!"

"The flames are attached to my fists. It is called anger! I will burn the enemy in front of me to ashes!"

"Red Flame Bomb!"

The flames swayed out of the air, turning into a vortex of flames. The trickles of fire continued to converge towards the center, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of two meters. The barrier was opened by the companion at the right time, and the red flame bomb was ejected from the front of the magic wand! The film that brushed the barrier exploded on the red clouds that covered the sky.

The red magic stone crashed down, but it didn't even penetrate the clouds.

The magicians did not show any regret at all. They reached out to catch the ghost magic stones falling from the sky and began to desperately extract the magic power from them.

Scars left by magical impurities passing through their bodies appeared on the backs of their hands holding their wands.

At the same time, huge fireballs emerged from the 'trenches' on the four small magic circles. Looking down from the sky, clusters of red halos spread out through the rain curtain, giving the illusion that mortars were ready to fire.

The bearded man had already climbed up to the valley, leaped into the sky, and with a flick of his hand, a stream of sword energy smashed towards the mountain ridge. He even lowered his head to take a look with an admiring look.

The firelight flickered like sparks in his pupils.

"Brothers! What a great occasion! I won't lose out!"

The barrier suddenly split into four huge holes.

A volley of turbulent flames!!
He ran away violently from the bearded man's side! He flew up into the sky and landed in the middle of the red cloud above the valley!
The bearded man ignored his burnt beard and laughed twice.

But he was suddenly startled.

Under the excellent dynamic vision of the Saint Swordsman, the magicians on the ground who had just shot the fire, who were originally excited, all showed expressions of astonishment, and their eyes were all looking at the sky behind him.

No, it wasn't just the magicians, the warriors too. At least eighty percent of the one hundred people in the camp were looking at the sky with the same expression.

The bearded man turned his head suddenly.

The clouds are 'thinning'.

It wasn't this round of Hellfire Bombs that worked.

In sight, clusters of red flame bombs were still rapidly expanding in the air, heading towards the sky, and their landing points
There was golden thunder, flowing in the red cloud as thick as blood.

The light of the flame cannot cover up the lightning between illusion and reality.

This scene was imprinted on the bearded man's eyeballs through his constricted pupils, and raindrops slowly floated in the air.

With a snap, it hit him in the eye.

The pupils contract!
The sound of rain! The sound of wind! The flash of flames! The roar and the howl!
Someone broke through the clouds, wrapped in the piercing wind and rain, and the chirping of birds!

The densely packed blazing hellfire bombs first broke up and doubled in size under the red cloud hole beside him, and then, like a densely packed group of red dandelions floating in the air, they just drifted away with the wind.
Then it was blown into pieces of scattered flames by the strong wind!

That man split the clouds and shattered the flames,

Coming at lightning speed.

The violent explosion created a series of fire tornadoes behind him, and the roaring thunder created a dazzling light around him.

The body is falling!
Boom!!! Huge ripples appeared on the surface of the enhanced holy barrier technique "Divine Radiance Sanctuary", spreading out layer by layer, with red and gold brilliance flowing in everyone's eyes!

The scorching red light quickly faded, but golden arcs of electricity exploded from the barrier like boiling water, creating thousands of layers of ups and downs. The golden glow completely covered the figure of the man, and sharp arcs of electricity bounced out from his body, cutting the barrier one by one, and fell from the air.

Even though the barrier continued to heal, the imaginary and real thunder still pierced people's bodies, dispelling the scars on their bodies, and then plowed the entire hillside of the camp along the entire depression.

Above the barrier, the golden thunder ball suddenly expanded and turned into a huge thunder prison ball.

The entire valley is enclosed in it!
10%, "God descends".

A flash!
Then it went out.

The bearded man fell down and entered the camp through the gap in the barrier created by the rapidly gathering electric light. He hurriedly reached out and hung on a piece of wood that was burned into charcoal by the aftermath of the fire bomb. For some reason, his first reaction was not to look at the person who was standing up from a squatting position on the barrier.

Instead, he looked up at the sky.

The remaining gold in the pupils gradually shrank and then disappeared.

Above the sky, the red clouds are still red clouds.

But, they are falling.

Blah blah blah!

Dense red ghost magic stones brought a burst of rain above the valley. Finger-sized raindrops kept hitting the barrier, just like puddles on the ground were splashed with transparent ripples that spread out in circles due to the rain.

The rain falls and the clouds pass.

The rain curtain that had just been pushed away by the explosion in the sky finally arrived.

Alan stood up on the barrier and looked up at the ridge on the side of the valley.

The tide of monsters infested with ghostly demon worms still did not retreat. The moment the "God's Descent" fell, they changed their forms one after another, huddled together, and formed a huge mountain fortress. Between the bones that "locked" the ghostly demon worms in their bodies, a layer of magical film similar to the barrier technique rose up, using the body to cover up and block the lightning.

effective.

Nearly eighty percent of the ghost insects on the periphery were still dead, but the remaining twenty percent at the core continued to seep out of the monster's body. Even though the twenty percent was still densely packed like a cloud rising from the mountain ridge, it was about to turn into a ghost cloud for the second time.

Alan subconsciously raised his hand knife, and then the scene of using the Deprivation Sword to split the Red Flame Bomb in two when he fell just now, and finding that the power of the magic was directly doubled, pierced his mind.

Change the 'knife' into a palm.

A strong air current gathered in his palm.

——Divine Strike has different forms at different levels, which means that it has changes in form because its essence is still magic.

5% Blowing Technique blasted out from his palm like an air cannon! And Allen instantly created a huge fireball with a diameter of three meters with his right hand, and threw it towards the ridge with the wind.

——Even though Allen had the ability to be compatible with the four healing magics due to the "Secret Art of Reincarnation", in just a few days, he only mastered the ability to change the form of "God's Descent", and could use himself as the axis to blast the condensed electric light into a huge electric ball.

The fire swells when it meets the wind, and the scattered glow explodes above the mountain ridge.

——But jumping over to explode the mine again, and then killing the monsters with physical bodies one by one is really too slow, too slow.
This is simply not enough to establish a strong enough basis for "persuasion" for those under the barrier.
Alan closed his palms, stretched out his fingers, and crackling electric lights lit up at his fingertips.

——It was very simple. He used a missile to blow up the mountain ridge, and then used the magic aftermath of the explosion to create a "fuse" to guide the divine strike he fired to change its form.

Electric light shot out from Allen's fingers and rushed directly into the aftermath of the explosion. The arc of electricity scattered in the scattered wind and fireworks along with the flow of magic power!

then.

Golden flames bloomed, burning the entire mountain.

Burn all the real and fake things to ashes.

Alan stepped on the ripples of the barrier and came to the top of the magic circle where the bearded man was. He squatted down and looked down at the people who were separated from him by a thin film.

No one opened the door for him. Everyone had a dazed look on their faces and was mumbling something, but it was hard to hear clearly because of the barrier.

Alan stretched out his hand and opened a crack in the barrier, jumped into the barrier, grabbed the barrier and swung, then landed among the crowd above the magic circle.

"I saw your distress signal."

The voices around him also became clearer, and everyone's expressions were not much different from the bearded man's.

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"Mixed magic with such a large range, and yet you still can't chant. King. King-level magician?"

"There is also the divine strike technique. I have never seen the thunder in the southern sea. Is it man-made?"

"The Adventurer's Guild's assistance is real."

Alan nodded when he heard that, and looked around, his sight set on the bearded man who was staring at him blankly, but standing among the crowd, obviously the leader of the camp.

He raised his hand, patted the other person's shoulder, and spoke quickly.

But it is extremely sincere.

"Yes, the magic power of the "Archipelago" labyrinth group has changed. So, the Adventurer's Association came to me for a special commission.

"Conquest, "Dead Ghost Secret Sword." "

The bearded man stared at him for a long time before he managed a bitter smile on his face.

"Thanks you
You arrived just in time."

No joy.

Destiny is not a matter of twists and turns.

Some people can no longer see the rain of magic stones.

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"Leo, a Saint-level barrier caster, Saint-level water magician, and the captain of the "Sea Sail" adventure group. He was once a noble of Milis. Three years ago, he traveled to the Kingdom of King Dragon and became a court magician. He established the adventure group a year ago.

Five months ago, after the "Expedition" adventurer team was defeated by the "Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost", he was the one who gathered as many dead adventurer teams as possible and established a refuge camp.

As of now, there are only thirteen water magicians left in the entire camp, nine of whom are senior magicians and four are mid-level magicians.

But didn't Mr. Allen bring a magician with him this time? Mr. Allen. Mr. Allen?"

Smoke and dust floated in front of Alan as he spoke.

【Allan Boreas Graylat】

[Magic: Remaining, 34%]

[Fighting Spirit: Remaining, 54%]

[Physical Strength: Remaining, 19%]

The barrier had lost its power, rain fell from the sky, and wisps of smoke and dust dissipated in the rain. At this time, ten minutes had passed since the "battle" to destroy the monsters at the top, and everyone came to the magic circle at the bottom of the camp.

Alan listened to the bearded man's words about "advanced" and "intermediate" water magicians, closed his eyes, paused for a second, opened his eyes again, stretched out his hand, pinched his brow, and responded quickly.

"In the previous expedition, you have gathered all the water magician adventurers. There should be survivors on the island."

The bearded man's face froze, he glanced at the ghost magic stone in Alan's hand, and said with difficulty.

"Well that's it."

Alan nodded and looked at the dense crowd in front of him that was surrounding Leo's body. He looked at the corpse lying on the ground in the gap between the crowd, with no limbs and a missing jaw.

There was not the slightest expression on his face.

He turned and looked at the bearded man.

"The labyrinth on the island has been expanding, proving that the magical changes are still continuing. Time is limited, so to make a long story short, you participated in the planning of the operation to conquer the Ghost Sword at that time. Tell me what you know and pick out the key points."

The bearded man nodded. "The Ghost Sword is in the center of the lava at the bottom of the Purgatory Volcano. The key to defeating it is the water magicians. Our plan was to have 34 water magicians perform the advanced water magic "Heavy Rain" to change the terrain of the Purgatory Volcano, and then use Frost Nova to condense the ground to provide a place to land."

"plan?"

The bearded man looked a little unhappy.

"Yes, the plan cannot keep up with the changes. We have not yet succeeded in freezing the ground. The expedition has failed."

"continue."

"The Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost is very strange. It can cut into attacking magic. When we settled in the molten cave inside the "Purgatory Volcano" and contained it in the first round of long-range attack, whether it was the fireball spell fired by hundreds of fire magicians or the subsequent divine strike spell, they were all cut into pieces by his sword.

Therefore, we are completely unable to stop it from killing our water magicians."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the bearded man felt that Alan's voice was a little trembling. Unlike the calmness on his face, he spoke very quickly and with great oppression.

"The magician is not protected? If the Ghost Sword can actively approach you and leave the lava position at the bottom, why bother to change the environment?"

".The Ghost Sword is not only a swordsman, it is also a magician. Its attainments in wind magic are far beyond the imagination of normal people. He just stands at the bottom of the magma and swings the blade. The wind blade mixed with fighting spirit can already attack the position halfway up the mountain.

And it was so fast that we couldn’t react in time. We were protecting the magician, but it…”

The bearded man looked very unhappy. "It only needed to swing from a distance, and the several-meter-wide 'wind sword' would arrive in an instant, killing all the soldiers who were resisting in front. After a few strikes, the entire expeditionary team was completely 'cut' apart, and could only retreat in panic."

"How many water magicians died?"

"I don't know."

"Sir Allen!" Os and others finally arrived on horseback in the valley. They saw that half of the adventurers were gone again, with only a few people left. These people looked like they were about to cry when they saw so many living people in the camp.

Alan glanced at them and the surprised bearded man, "The Divine Strike will be shattered, so gather your forces. Continuing to wait for the magic power mutation will only make it worse. There are thirteen water magicians in the camp, and only nine of them can perform the advanced magic "Heavy Rain"? "

"Yes"

"Okay, I will hold the Ghost Sword in my hands, and they will watch from a safe position. If Heavy Rain is really needed, I will be in trouble."

With a plop, the fool rescued on the road was thrown in front of the bearded man. The latter took a look at the unusually rude Os and spoke hurriedly.

"Now?"

"Well, now."

(End of this chapter)