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

Chapter 477: The Eighth Great Power? The Fifth Great Power! Instant Kill, Conquer!
Allen did not directly respond to Beishen III's words about not using magic.

Time passes as usual.

Finally, the long-awaited showdown between the great powers arrived.

After the soldiers in Qidi Town spread the news, the square in front of the Adventurer's Association was surrounded by several thousand people before eleven o'clock.

You have to know that the town of Chidi itself has a population of less than 10,000 people.

Some shop owners even closed their stores and pushed their carts here to do street business.

Don't say it, you really don't say it.

Business is much better.

What's more, some people openly set up handicaps for betting.

The dealer is.
Adventurer's Association.

"Make way, please make way."

A young boy with a fresh face squeezed through the crowd and came to the table at the entrance of the Adventurer's Association.

"Oh my god, they finally squeezed in! I want to place a bet!!"

The staff member was still the lady with a sweet smile who had once had a conversation with Allen.

She looked up at the young man in front of her and spoke.

“Yes, but let me make it clear in advance that the bet between Beishen III and Mr. Allen is more to celebrate Qidi’s survival from the disaster last night. The original intention is not to make a profit, so we have set an upper limit of three large copper coins.

Please maintain a positive attitude and do what you can. "

The young man nodded.

He placed a month's salary in his pocket on the table.

Exactly three large Gardenia copper coins.

He turned and looked at the square in the distance.

His sight passed through the gaps between the crowded crowds and landed on the "ring" with a diameter of several dozen meters in the middle of the square.

Beishen III stood in the center, holding the iconic Wanglong Sword that was as tall as himself, without moving.

His eyes are determined, like a real hero.

But this was not the 'hero' the boy was looking for. He stood on tiptoe and looked around, but did not see the figure he was looking for, so he frowned.

"Mr. Allen, haven't you arrived yet?"

The employee smiled gently, his eyes sparkling in the sunshine after the rain.

She pointed to a wall clock placed on the table, leaning against a gray-white stone.

——11:34.

"It's not time yet. If you want to place a bet, you have to grasp the time well. We will close the market at 12 o'clock."

The young man glanced over and blinked.

The stone behind the wall clock is actually the stone tablet of the great powers.

The emblem of Beishen III that resembles the Wanglong Sword and Alan's emblem of wings spreading out to fly were engraved on the rough stone surface.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the diamond-shaped emblem that looked like a dagger and a heart, and he found that the surface of this emblem was obviously much brighter than other emblems.

Apparently a lot of people touched it today.

Even though his ranking is one place lower than Beishen III.

The young man looked at the emblem, his eyes flickering: "I bet on Mr. Allen to win!!"

The clerk tilted her head and asked, "Are you sure?"

“I do.”

Before he could finish his words, the man next to him reached out and covered his mouth with his hand.

The young man grabbed the other's hand and bit it, then broke free and glared at the bearded man standing next to the table: "What are you doing?!"

The bearded man's palms were bitten red, but he didn't get angry. He just said cheerfully: "Why don't you check the odds first?"

The boy's face turned red with anger: "Why should I care about the odds! I want to bet on Mr. Allen to win! Didn't you bet on Mr. Allen?"

The bearded man chuckled and scratched his head.

"Not really."

The boy's eyes widened: "Why!??"

The bearded man pursed his lips and gestured to the clerk across the desk.

The latter took out a book with densely packed betting records from his side: "The current odds are... 2783:141. There are more people betting on the winner of Lord Beishen III. It is an overwhelming advantage."

The boy was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red: "Why!!? Why don't you bet on Mr. Allen to win! He saved the whole town last night!!"

The bearded man looked at the boy, smiled and shook his head.

"Everyone remembers what Mr. Allen did last night, and everyone is grateful to him, but that's exactly what led to these odds."

"what?"

The bearded man smiled but said nothing, just looking at the young man with some envy.

Once upon a time, he was also such a young and ambitious man, but now his edges have been smoothed out by the pressure of survival.

Instead, a staff member at the side smiled and said, "Risk hedging."

“Risk hedging?”

"Yes, there were celebrations for survivors all over the town this morning. You should have seen it, right? So do you really think that everyone came here to bet to win?"

"of course not!!"

"That's right. Everyone is here to celebrate the fact that Chidi Town has survived a disaster that threatened to destroy it. It's not about winning or losing, it's more about cheering up."

"Since you want to have fun, why don't you cheer for Mr. Allen? Instead, choose to support Lord Beishen III!?"

The clerk tilted his head and pointed to the stone tablet of the great powers beside him: "This is the reason. Mr. Allen ranks eighth, and Lord Beishen III ranks seventh."

The young man's face froze, and then he stiffened his neck and yelled, "Rankings don't count! Mr. Allen defeated Lord Beishen III, so he is seventh! This doesn't mean that Mr. Allen is not as strong as Lord Beishen III!"

Everyone around laughed after hearing this, but their laughter was mostly filled with joy, without even a hint of sarcasm.

The young man was confused and looked around.

I only heard the bearded man say:

"We also think that Mr. Allen and Lord Beishen III are of similar 'strength', but Mr. Allen used magic to save Chidi last night. Do you know that a magician is no match for a swordsman in a 1v1 situation?

Similarly, a Saint-level Swordsman can almost sweep away all Saint-level Magicians. If he is an experienced Saint-level Swordsman adventurer, he can even easily defeat a King-level Magician in a 1V1 duel.

A magician's abilities are more often revealed in wars, like in last night's crisis, when Lord Beishen III came, he was helpless, but Mr. Allen was able to turn danger into safety.

This does not mean that Mr. Allen is weaker than Lord Beishen III, it is just that he happened to be restrained by the other party's swordsman characteristics during the duel. "

He looked out at a makeshift ring made of a circle of rusty swords stuck in the grass.

"Especially on a narrow arena like this, the magician is within the swordsman's attack range, and the outcome can be determined in just one or two moves."

The young man looked in astonishment at the arrogant Beishen III in the distance. His expression suddenly dimmed, and he frowned and stopped talking.

The bearded man looked at him and continued:

"Our reason tells us, as adults who have lived for most of our lives, that Mr. Allen will definitely lose, but our emotions make us want him to win.

So everyone bet on Lord Beishen III to hedge the risk.

In this way, if Lord Beishen III wins and Mr. Allen loses, even if we are frustrated, we can comfort ourselves that at least we won the bet.

If Mr. Allen wins,

He chuckled and changed the subject.

"So what if the money we bet on is lost? It's lost! We are still happy!"

The boy was stunned and looked up at the bearded man.

The latter said happily:
"Most people present today hope that Mr. Allen will win. No one cares about winning or losing. What they care about more is how to maintain the excitement of last night and devote themselves to life after this round of gambling.

Buy the opposite way, no matter what the result is, we can win! ”

The young man seemed stunned when he looked at the bearded man.

There was a laugh and a mocking voice from the side:

"So how much did you suppress?!"

The bearded man turned around and yelled, "Three small copper coins are already a lot!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"How much did you bet?"

"Uh hey, four small copper coins."

"Cut~"

Amid the laughter of the people around him, the boy looked down at the salary he had earned from working in the tavern for a whole month.
——Three large copper coins.

He understood that most of the 5,000 people were there to join in the fun. They were just there to make an appearance and enjoy the excitement. A few small copper coins might be just a day's salary for them.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and pushed his three large copper coins onto the table.

"I bet on Mr. Allen to win!"

The laughter around them stopped, and they all turned their heads to look at the "large deposit" on the table.

The clerk held his chin and looked at him: "Are you sure?"

The boy's eyes were bright: "I'm sure! Risk hedging is not important to me at all. I chose to bet on Mr. Allen not for the money, but because I believe from the bottom of my heart that Mr. Allen can win! !
So what if he's a magician? Mr. Allen has a sword hanging from his waist! Who says he's not a swordsman? Who says his swordsmanship isn't strong! ?
On the Great Powers Monument, is Mr. Allen in another column, the eighth? His coat of arms is clearly sandwiched between the fourth and fifth. I think Mr. Allen is in another column because he is unique enough! Even if he rises to the first place, he is in a separate column! Not squeezed in with others! "

The bearded man blinked and said, "Among adventurers, magic is usually a last resort for some swordsmen to make up for their lack of strength. Besides, Mr. Allen is too young."

The boy covered his ears and said, "I don't want to hear it!!"

The adults around looked at each other in bewilderment.

It's bad, I met Mr. Allen's solid supporter.

"Eleven fifty-nine, it's almost closing time."

At this moment, the sweet voice of the clerk was heard. She collected the boy's large copper plate on the table and threw it into the wooden barrel under the table containing all the betting money with a clang.

She climbed onto the table quite reservedly in the astonished eyes of everyone, sat on the table, took out three large copper plates from her pocket, threw them into the wooden barrel with a smile, and spoke to a few people shyly.

"A little gambling is fun, I'd like to join in the fun." She winked at the boy who stared with wide eyes at the thighs exposed under her uniform.

"As for the question of the stone tablet ranking that you are entangled in, there is a very simple way to verify it."

She pointed to the Great Powers Stele and said, "After the results of the competition come out, we will see if Mr. Allen's rank rises one place on the stele. If so, Mr. Allen replaces Lord Beishen, which proves that there is no such thing as a separate column with a unique status.

If not, then it proves that Mr. Allen is indeed the fifth, not the eighth."

After saying this, everyone around stared in amazement at this usually very dignified employee doing something that was completely contrary to his image.

Even the boy who chose to support Allen's victory based on his emotions and was making excuses was confused.

But they haven't figured out the underlying logic behind the clerk's strange behavior of suddenly sitting on the table.

The next moment, the employee jumped up and stood on the table!

She was seen looking into the distance with an excited look on her face, using her hands as a megaphone to send out the broken-voice support of the only fans of the Seven Powers' 'Savior':

“Ah!!! Master Allen!!
Beat that snotty little brat Alexander so hard that he knelt on the ground with his teeth clenched!!!

Mom supports you unconditionally!!! She will do anything!!!"

Click - 12:00
A clerk with a unique sexual quirk and a corrupted filial piety is not to be trifled with.

And Alan had arrived at the center of the square surrounded by the crowd.

Amid thunderous cheers, he pointed his secret sword at Beishen III.

"Sorry for the wait, Alexander."

Alexander did not look at Allen, but looked around and said:
"It seems that no matter whether I win today or not, the title of savior does not belong to me."

Allen smiled and replied, "Really?"

Beishen III looked at Allen's indifferent attitude and a hint of anger appeared on his face, but then quickly disappeared.

He looked deeply at Allen, and was silent for a long time amid the incessant shouts of "Come on, Mr. Allen!" before continuing:
"What you said this morning was right. The Savior, Allen Boreas Greyrat.

Fame pursues you not because you have defeated the strong, nor because you want to gain fame, but because you have a certain belief and keep pursuing it.

During this period, you happened to win everyone's recognition, so you became the savior.

If you keep deliberately pursuing the title of a hero just for the sake of becoming a hero, your path will go further and further astray, and you will never become a hero in your entire life!
Defeating a stronger person can only prove one's strength, but it has nothing to do with the voices of the people!
My father, Beishen II, is still a hero even though he is not as strong as me now, because he has always been doing what he believes is right. "

Alan smiled and said, "So?"

Alexander looked at Allen, flames dancing in his red eyes, and smiled brilliantly:

"So I see myself clearly. I challenge you today not because I want to be a savior!

It's because I don't accept it! Savior or something is just an excuse! Come! Allen Boreas Greyrat, let me see your true strength! !
You use magic! I use magic too! We each fight at our best!
It’s not about the savior! It’s about what I want to do now! This is my true heart!
Admittedly, I am now more confused about how to become a hero! But it doesn't matter, I only look at the present! I will find what I think is right!

As for how to become famous, that is something I will consider after today! Right now, I am only thinking about how to defeat you!"

As he spoke, he raised the Wang Long Sword in his hand high above his head.

It was as if a real sense of oppression emanated from his body, and he was about to use the ultimate secret of the Northern God Style, "Absolute Slash", from the very beginning.

Alan just held down the knife and tilted his head to look at him.

Alexander laughed out loud, "Why don't you draw your sword? I know what you're worried about. There's no need to be like that! I will only limit the range of my absolute slash to within ten meters in front of you and me, and won't affect anyone else!"

Alan smiled and said, "Let's start then?"

Alexander said loudly: "Begin!"

The moment he finished speaking, there was an even louder clamor and shouting all around!
The excitement on the faces of the townspeople watching was beyond words, and their pupils were filled with excitement:

This moment:
Alexander's figure disappeared instantly, his legs suddenly stepped out on the ground, and his fighting spirit exploded!
At the same time, he used gravity magic to rapidly change the position of his body, making it impossible for Alan, who was a sword god, to judge the landing point.

He had also summed up his experience in previous battles, and the swordsman of the Sword God Style can be summed up in one word.

fast!
Then should I continue to try to use gravity magic to control Alan's body, suppress him, and then kill him?

No.

This tactic that he usually relies on the most has already failed.

The opponent can break free from control while in suspension and release the Sword of Light on himself.

Before, he was puzzled as to why Alan could exert force while suspended in mid-air. It was not until he saw him perform magic last night that he realized that he must be relying on some kind of magic to allow his body to exert force out of thin air.

Probably wind magic.

Therefore, this tactic will definitely not work. If you continue to use it, you will be the one who fails!

So we need to adopt a defensive strategy?

Not at all.

The opponent's physical strength was even more terrifying. To be honest, he had never seen anyone other than his own family possess such a strong physique and endurance.

He also used this tactic in the second half of the battle in the dense forest north of Leif Town. What was the result?
His body was cut into pieces countless times until his own strength was exhausted.

So what to do now?
Attack! And use the most powerful moves at the beginning, not giving the opponent a chance to use healing spells.

This is the only way to win.

Similarly, by constantly changing his position, his opponent could not accurately determine his position, and his relied on sword of light and his ghostly wind-thorn magic sword skills lost their deadly threat.

Even if he was hit in the process, as long as he kept moving and made it impossible for the opponent to aim, he would not cause fatal injuries to the torso. After he was fully prepared for the final blow, he would directly put all possible landing points of Allen under the indiscriminate decisive blow.

By then, the winner will be yourself!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Alexander began to gather his strength to speak in his heart.

——Sword in right hand, left hand
Before the momentum could be built up, it quickly dried up like water without duckweed.

The fighting spirit that gathered from the lower body upwards was like a punctured balloon. No matter how he urged it with his mind, it did not respond at all.

The fighting spirit in his body was dead silent, unable to be called out or moved.

what happened
Alexander's pupils shifted as he looked at Alan's figure in the distance.

There was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and this smile seemed to be blown by the wind.

The sun was blazing, and Alexander felt his body was a little cold.

The gravity magic and the sweeping steps that were performed with force had stopped at some point.

Wait, did I really move? The faces of the townspeople behind me were still the same people, without any change in position.
no change?

No, a change had occurred. The noise around them stopped, and they looked at him with surprise on their faces.
The next moment, Alexander's thoughts flashed.

Alan's figure was blown away by the wind.

It was just an afterimage.

He realized something and looked to his side.

The black pupil was right beside him, looking at him sideways.

He raised his wrist, and the hideous hilt of the green secret sword under the sun was tightly grasped in his palm, and the green sword body spread from the hilt in his field of vision.

ah.
It turned out that the sword was stuck in his head.

A second ago, the jubilant crowd became silent as if the mute button was pressed, staring at the sudden change in the situation on the field with their mouths open.

The cheers actually lasted for a second, but it wasn't because Alan was stabbing slowly.

They just need time to react.

Poof! ! !

Alan pulled the secret sword out of Beishen III's head.

Chila, chila! Brain matter and blood gushed out, and Beishen III fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

This movement seemed to have pressed the play button. The onlookers stared blankly at the "corpse" of Bei San whose head was healing rapidly on the ground, and then looked up at Alan's face.

The next moment.

The roar of the mountains and the sea returned with a wave of sound!

"We won!!! We won!!!"

"Master Allen wins!!!"

"Instant kill!!! It's actually an instant kill!!! It's so damn fast!! Can you see it clearly?? Huh?? You bastards?? It's fucking faster than I shoot!! Fuck!! Fuck!!
This is our captain of the Secret Sword of Glory! ! Did you see it? ! Who said that Master Allen is not as good as the Third King of the North God! ! Stand up! ! "

"Hahahaha!! As expected, Mr. Allen can win! I knew it!! I clearly saw Mr. Allen instantly kill Lord Beishen III last night!
Luckily, everyone who saw it at the time was smart! No one leaked the information! ! Hahahaha!! We’re going to make a lot of money from this bet.”

The grocery store owner who was jumping up and down next to Allen's mansion suddenly shut up.

The surrounding townspeople cast gloomy glances at them.

"What did you say??"

-

At the entrance of the Adventurer's Association.

The clerk screamed and jumped up and down on the table, saying things like "Mom loves you!" and "Master Alan, look at me!" which were difficult to understand.

The townspeople and the young man under the table had no time to appreciate the scenery under each other's uniform skirts.

They looked at the stone tablet of the great powers in astonishment, their expressions showing shock and genuine surprise.

——On the stone tablet, the emblem of Beishen III is still on the seventh, and Allen’s emblem is still hanging alone in the center of a new row.

The eighth great power?
No, he is the fifth greatest power.

Placing it in a separate column is just for Laplace's convenience in further upgrading Allen's ranking.

After all, the Great Powers Stele is actually a synchronization magic, and its essence is to let Laplace change his own stone tablet to update it.

If you want to change the ranking in the future, you have to re-engraving it, which is indeed a bit troublesome.

To create a separate column, all you need to do is erase and re-carve Allen's emblem.

The person that the God of Creation is watching, the person who wants to kill the God of Creation.

How can we stand still while being trapped by the lower powers?

-

In the field.

Alan looked at Alexander, who was still in a trance, sitting up with one hand supporting his body and the other hand touching the hole on his forehead.

Smiling, he held out his hand.

"You want to be a hero? I'll teach you."

(End of this chapter)