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

Chapter 441: The Next Step of the Human God, the 'Speciality' of the Demonic Eye

The edge of Leviathan's heart.

The sea breeze blew his white hair. Laplace looked at Allen with his magic eyes from tens of thousands of meters in the air. Allen was leaving the "Abyss" through a depression in Arkham - a jagged passage that opened in the belly of Leviathan.

He looked anxious, completely different from the calm and composed look just now.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Savior?"

At this moment, Laplace suddenly withdrew his gaze from Arkham and lowered his head.

"Ok?"

Open your palms and look into your palms.

Several pieces of white fish skin, similar to those wrapped around fish eyes, were slowly wriggling in the palm of my hand.

That was the eye tissue of Altpus that was crushed by Laplace just now.

Laplace casually threw the skin of Altpus in his hand into the minced meat of Leviathan beside him.

The next moment, the squirming flesh and blood met the minced meat and drilled into the mother's body like a small white fish. While swimming, it kept sticking to the surrounding pieces of meat, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it formed a white meat ball covered with nerves, and the outline of eyes could be vaguely seen on it.

With a plop, it jumped out of the minced meat.

Gurgle, gurgle! A hollow sound was made as the air was squeezed out of the flesh and blood.

However, it is not the language of the sea people, but the language of the dragon people.

"It's a lie. Alan Boreas Greyrat is deceiving you, 'God of Skills'. Do you really believe it?"

These words came from the mouth of Artes, but they did not come from the mouth of Artes.

Artebs was still in the dream of death and could not wake up.

However, thanks to Artebros's multi-nerve structure, his dying body still supported some intermittent subconsciousness, acting as a voice relay station.

Man-God—Dream—Artemus—Laplace.

This is a complete chain of information transmission.

At this moment, it was telling the dreamer everything the god had said.

And this is not the first time.

There have always been human-god apostles within the "Abyss".

Laplace looked at the rotten meat and sneered.

"At least he seems more trustworthy than you."

"I don't understand what you mean. Why do you think that what I said is a lie and what he said is the truth?"

As he spoke, Laplace's golden pupils reflected the gradually expanding torso of Ertupu, and the golden dragon pupils lost focus.

The vision was blurry, and the surrounding scene changed. The colorful minced meat turned into circles of annual rings on the wooden house, and the swaying seaweed turned into a green weed struggling out of the cracks in the floor.

It was being held in someone's hand and pulled out.

The blonde long-eared girl had a cute and innocent look on her face as she knelt on the ground with a frown on her face, throwing the weeds in her hand into a wooden basket beside her.

Then she clapped her hands, as if realizing something, and turned her head, with dirt on the tip of her nose.

Her eyes lit up for a moment, and she smiled.
"Laplace, the room is full of grass. Longming Mountain is too humid in the summer. Should we move to a higher place?"

Eyelids blinking.

The illusion that existed in memory disappeared.

Instead, what was seen was Alan's waving back as he left just now.

——"I will make sure that Elina Lijie follows the future shown in the crystal ball and will not interfere with her life trajectory."

As the memories faded away, Laplace ignored the already "resurrected" Altpus and turned to step onto the transfer magic circle to return to the "Prophecy Workshop".

At this moment, the words of Artesus, which became clearer as his body expanded, came into his ears.

The tone of voice is very bad.

".From the look on your face, it seems like you are really considering accepting this ally. This really makes me sad, but it doesn't matter."

The octopus's eyes, which were already clearly white and black, were filled with bloodshot, and it let out a shrill, low sound.

"Because your new ally is about to die."

Laplace stopped and suddenly turned to look at the eyeball floating on the minced meat, swaying left and right, looking very 'satisfied'.

"Human God."

He opened his hands, and the air suddenly became turbulent.

Bang! He sucked the body of Ertpus on the minced meat with the unique method of using the dragon clan's fighting spirit and held it firmly in his palm.

The gods did not answer.

Laplace pinched the opponent's vocal organ with his palm.

He was speechless.

Laplace continued to speak leisurely.

"Alan Boreas Greyrat and you are both very smart, and you are the people I want to communicate with. But do you know what the biggest difference between you is?

He put Alters eyeball close to his face.

"His cleverness ultimately falls on the 'others' around him, and he wants to make life easier for everyone around him.

Your cleverness can only be used on yourself. No one else can have an easy life except you.

Human god? Have you ever counted how many truths you have said to me in your conversation? If it were me in the past, you wouldn't even have the chance to communicate with me. As for now, I think you should get out of the "Abyss".

I don't care how you fight with this 'savior', and you don't have to test me in this way."

The eyeball squeaked in Laplace's hand like a piece of plasticine, but even so, there was no panic in the eyeball. Instead, there was a clear mocking smile.

"It's disgusting."

As Laplace finished his words, Altpus's eyeball exploded in Laplace's hand with a bang.

The meat pieces, in the shape of densely packed five-millimeter cubes, slid down from his palms mixed with flowing blood and fell into the minced meat quagmire in front of him.

It seemed that there was no hope of recovery.

Laplace turned around and stepped onto the magic circle that would lead him back to the Prophecy Workshop.

The magic circle flashed and the figure disappeared.

-

The dispute zone, northeast, in the deep sea area ten kilometers away from the coastline.

At night, black waves lick the thick sea fog.

I can't see my fingers.

But there is a human voice.

“Finally out! Oh my God, finally out.” The moment the three iron skeletons lifted the few people out of the sea from the sea water several kilometers deep, Clem, who was turned into a high-quality man in the six-sided world by the sea water, shouted exaggeratedly, and then he shivered when the sea breeze blew.

“So cold”

Luo Qixi, with several strips of cloth wrapped around her to fix her body shape, was kneeling on the back of Tieketou and gasping for breath. Although she had prepared in advance and Tieketou was fast enough, she still felt a strong sense of suffocation after holding her breath in the water for a minute and a half.

With a hiss, a fireball ignited beside her. Melna, who was also soaked, held the fireball with one hand and "placed" it next to Loki. She did not deal with her clothes and hair, but instead used her other hand to perform the mixed magic of "burning hands" + "blowing" "hot wind" to help Loki take care of her bangs that were dripping like seaweed.

She looked like a dutiful maid.

Seeing this, Loki wiped her face and slapped Melna's hand away. She looked at the front of Melna's wet clothes, which were obviously covered with large and small balls under the light of the fireball spell, and hurriedly waved her hand and said.

"Mei! Melna, please dry your clothes quickly. I'm fine."

Melna said with water dripping from her chin, "My Lady, the sea breeze is too cold. My body is fine. I'd better dry you first. It's not good to continue like this. And the Master has been releasing her fighting spirit."

Luo Qixi was stunned and looked at Alan beside her.

Alan, who was soaking wet, was standing on her right side. However, he did not peek at Melna's clothes as she worried. He just looked at the coastline in the west which was invisible in the night under the warm light of the fireball.

His eyes looked distant.

The surrounding sea mist was stirred by the firelight and rolled continuously, shaking on the surface of his dark eyeballs. That was Alan using the flow secret to block the cold sea breeze at night one meter away.

Loki lowered her head, grabbed her hair with her fingers, and with a hiss, she also released a fireball.

"Sorry, I'm a little confused about the situation. It should have been over outside now. More than a year?"

After she finished speaking, although Melna still maintained the good manners of a maid and made her expression look friendly, the anxiety in her face could no longer be concealed.

It took too long. Even though they were sent by Laplace to the coastline of the disputed zone, skipping the journey that Allen and Loki had taken in the past, it was still longer than the master.
It was eight months later than the time of reunion that Ms. Aisha had mentioned.

Eight months.
I hope that Ms. Aixia, who is still a child at this time. No, she should be called Miss Aixia. She can be safe and sound.
Although she thought so in her heart, Melna's expression did not show the slightest sign of relaxation, and her worry could not be hidden between her eyebrows.

Because she knew very well that it was just a hope.
Ms. Aixia once said that on the day they met again, they were in an extremely dangerous situation. The old lady was already injured, but she was saved by the master who arrived in time at the critical moment.

So. Now what?
Now, eight months later? Really.
Is it too late?
The four people who died were Ms. Aisha, who was still a child, Ms. Norn, the old lady and the old mistress.
Can they really hold on until then in the conflict zone?

Merna clenched her fists.

Melna also felt that Ms. Aisha might have a backup plan to ensure that her master would not be killed by Orsted, but it was almost certain that this backup plan was designed to prevent her master from being killed by Orsted.

In other words, it is very likely that she has made no arrangements at all for her own safety in this world.

Because in her opinion, her rescue was an objective fact that had already happened.

Why do objective facts need to change?
The death of the master is clearly a regret that needs to be redeemed.

Dark under the lamp.

However, things have changed dramatically now, and the time for the master to arrive in the conflict zone has been delayed by more than half a year.
Suppose Ms. Aisha used time magic to save her master and prevent his death, but this result led to her own death even though she was supposed to survive.

Is this really a successful rescue?

Melna lowered her eyes, feeling that her emotions were thrown into a mess by the changes in the "Abyss Sea".

At this moment, she heard Alan's voice entering her ears.

"Merna, just now you said that Senis and the others should be in the mountainous area where the Malchiyuan Mercenary Country, the Dikut Kingdom and the Broz Empire meet. Can you tell how far it is from the northeastern coastline?"

——Before asking Laplace to send them to the Land of Conflict, Allen and his companions specifically confirmed with Melna and chose a location with the shortest straight-line distance to the scene of the incident as the floating point of Leviathan.

That is the coastline of the northeast corner of the dispute zone where several people are currently located.

Melna was silent for a moment after hearing this, then spoke.

"If you take a carriage, the distance on the map will take about seven to ten days, but Master, that location was eight months ago."

Having said this, Melna shut her mouth.

The air fell silent. For a moment, there was only the sound of the sea breeze and the sound of Loki pulling her hair repeatedly with her fingers.

Alan silently watched the coastline that was approaching in the night as the Iron Skeleton Head moved quickly.

Alan was familiar with the location where Senis and the others fell and the Malchiyuan Mercenary Kingdom.

It was the place where Gilenu fell in the 'original novel'. She was in a frenzy at the time and killed all the enemy troops of Malchiyuan, indirectly saving the Malchiyuan Empire. In the end, she was given the title of 'Forest Goddess' in the Malchiyuan Empire.

I fell into the deep sea for a year and a half
Now is the time for the "original work" to undergo a major shift.

There is a high probability that there is a war situation there now.

Alan felt that the magic power that had dried up in his body was showing obvious signs of revival after coming into the outside world.

That’s right, resuscitation.

This was a magical feeling: before entering the Abyss Sea, his magic power was basically replenished in a day and a night without him noticing. But now, after staying in the magic-free world for a while, he could clearly feel the "touch" of replenishing his magic power.

In the flow of feeling, strands of magical power are seeping into his body from the outside world, and the pores of his skin are itching, which seems real and illusory.

Heart language, quick call.

'Incarnation Manual, Status Survey.'

【Allan Boreas Graylat】

[Magic, remaining: 0%]

[Fighting spirit, remaining: 82%]

[Physical strength, remaining: 85%]

'Location search, Senis.'

At this moment, even after leaving the world built by the magic-absorbing stone, Alan still did not see any response from the Incarnation Manual.

He thought of the prerequisites for the previous location search.

——One week/once/per person. Duration: 10 seconds.

He asked with a frown.

'Locate and retrieve the magic power consumption of the micro magic circle?'

Smoke and dust emerged.

[Based on the special nature of the Magic Eye, opening it consumes 3% of your magic power. After it is continuously opened, it consumes 2% every ten seconds.]

Alan glanced at the high-quality human male on the iron skeleton next to him who was enjoying the sea breeze.

"The Devil's Eye has a 'specialness'. So the essence of the Son of God is to be incarnated. Then who did the Devil's Eye incarnate from?"

No answer.

This is obviously beyond the scope of the system panel preset problem.

Alan asked again in his mind.

"What about the secret art of reincarnation?"

[Magic power required to maintain the reincarnation secret technique for one day: 97%]

"What about the system panel response magic circle designed by telepathy?"

[Magic power required to maintain telepathy for one day: 2.2%]

Sure enough, the previous restrictions actually had little to do with the Human God. It was because his own magical power at the time only allowed him to open it for such a long time each day. In order to conceal the nature of the system, the Human God only gave him the authority for ten seconds a week.

If there are more, I will be sucked unconscious by the secret art of reincarnation.

And now
Alan felt the speed at which his magic power was recovering.

It only takes a little over an hour to use the positioning system once.

Crash, crash.

The reef crashed into the waves, and the Iron Skeleton Head climbed onto the shore with its slime-covered belly.

Not far away, in the dark sea fog, a fishing village can be vaguely seen.

With a snap, Alan jumped off the iron skeleton's back.

He looked towards the fishing village in the distance.

In the hour or so before that, I would replenish my energy and then inquire about the distribution of countries and towns in the north of the conflict zone.

Alan was about to walk towards the fishing village, but suddenly stopped and looked back.

At the junction of the sea and the land, Cole stood on the back of an iron skeleton and looked at him silently.

She hasn't said a word since she surfaced.

Allen looked at her and said, "Although there were many unpleasant things along the way, in the end, you still helped me a lot on this trip to the Abyss. I didn't expect that the octopus was killed by Laplace, but I don't think it has much impact on you, which will also make it easier for you to control Layele's army.

Although Octopus was a close confidant of Poseidon's royal guard, he is now clearly too powerful to be eliminated. It would be better for you if he died.

Thank you for this journey. See you tomorrow."

Cole said nothing, and his body followed the iron skeleton head into the distance.

The sea water rolled up and down, from the fish's tail to the waist, and then to the chest and neck.

In the moment it passes through my eyes.

In the pupil.

The backs of Allen and his companions had long disappeared.

(End of this chapter)