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

Chapter 487: A glimpse into the future, the ending of Aixia
"It's great that Senior Brother is still alive."

Alan looked into Izuruti's eyes, lowered his head, and turned his face upside down to poke her fingers.

"The person is alive, but disfigured. Even though it was an auto-skin transplant, there has still been a significant change."

Isaruti was stunned and covered her mouth and laughed.

"In fact, if you look at the facial features individually, Senior Brother's face has only changed slightly, but it is only when these slight changes are added together that there is an obvious difference. But after looking at him all these days, I no longer feel the strangeness that I felt when I first saw him.

Senior brother is still senior brother, even without the sword intent and the slightly changed facial features.

There is no change in the way you speak, the characteristics of your facial expressions, or the curve of your lips.

And handsome and so on."

Izuruti smiled and hugged Alan's neck, biting his ear gently.

I whisper into your ear, words that you and I both know but have never spoken.

“Brother, you know clearly that I emphasized so much in the capital that I like handsome looks just to keep away those self-righteous suitors.

The reason why I like to stick to my senior brother is not because of his appearance, but because of what he said to me at the gate of the Shuishenliu Dojo.

Do you remember?

Alan didn't answer, but just looked at Isaruti.

The latter responded with a smile:

"The sky, the sunset, the sunset, they are all far away.

Just like my mom and dad who had passed away by then.

My senior brother said that the morning breeze and the evening breeze are both proof that my parents are always watching over me even when they can’t see me.”

Isaruti raised the corner of her mouth.

“But I knew it was a lie.

Mom and Dad are gone. They can't come back, and they can't look at me, touch me, talk to me, and help me through the difficulties.

At that time, in the evening, at the gate of the Mizugami Ryuso Dojo.

What comforted me was not them, nor the sunset, nor the evening breeze that day.

It’s you, my brother.”

The words fell.

Once again, they stared at each other in silence.

Izuluti felt the hand around her waist tightening a bit, and looked at Alan's fixed gaze on her.

I realized that the confession I had been holding back for a long time was a great success.

Then, he blinked quickly, thinking of Sylphy who was far away in the horizon, and quickly changed the subject to break the charming atmosphere.

"But, disfigurement and skin transplantation are strange things that Senior Brother said. I remember that when we were young, you occasionally said such strange and wonderful things. Since you started learning swordsmanship, you have said them less and less."

"Did you think of Sylphy?" Alan saw through Izuruti's thoughts in an instant.

"Forehead"

Before he could finish his words, Alan picked up Isaruti by the waist, walked to the bed in two steps, and threw her on the bed.

"Come on, give me a favor, Isaruti."

Izuluti looked a little panicked, and she bounced twice on the bed before she sat down steadily. She looked at Alan looking down at her, her face froze, and she waved her hands quickly.

"Help? It's better not to help. It would be better if senior brother really goes to find Miss Lokixi..." After a pause, Izuluti lowered her gaze to Alan's lower body, as if she thought of something, her eyes lit up and she covered her mouth.

The words seeped out from between his fingers, sounding somewhat unclear.

"Wait, I think I can help too. If that's the case, then I don't think I'm getting ahead of Sylphy."

Alan was about to get on the bed when he paused. He looked at Izuluti's hand covering her mouth, then followed her gaze and moved his eyes to his body.

His face twitched.

Good news: Izoloti believes in the Temple of Miris, which has helped her develop good moral values.

Bad news: This Temple of Miris is the Temple of Miris in Asura King Du Yars, and all the believers are typical Asura nobles.

So, Isa Luti is very persistent in some aspects, has a strong sense of morality, and likes the white-haired girl far away in the sky from the bottom of her heart.

In some aspects, he was obviously deeply influenced by Asura's aristocratic culture.
Being both open and conservative, this unconventional approach is reflected in their behavior.

It is indeed a different approach.

Difficult to stretch.

The next moment, Izuruti swallowed her saliva strangely.

Alan's eyes twitched.

He immediately handed over the letter that he had just picked up, took off his shoes and got on the bed.

"This, take a look."

Izuluti glanced at Alan's action of getting on the bed with a strange expression on her face. However, seeing that Alan's expression was serious, she didn't ask anything like "Just read the letter, why do you have to read it on the bed, brother?" and just kept her eyes on the letter.

"Uh, this is the Kingdom of the Dragon King. So, all the clues are indeed pointing to the Kingdom of the Dragon King."

After saying that, she looked at the words "The King of the Wanglong Kingdom is the Apostle of the Human God" and frowned.

"Is the King of Wanglong Kingdom an apostle of the human god? Is this what Senior Brother saw through prophecy?"

Allen nodded.

"Correct."

——Now whenever Allen encounters information from the original work that he cannot explain, he just blames it on prophecy, which saves him a lot of unnecessary explanations.

Allen sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Isa Luti and said seriously:
"I have been in contact with too many human gods. To be honest, I always feel that I am too nervous and nervous. I always test everyone I see to see if they are the apostles of the human gods. This will seriously affect my judgment."

Having said this, Alan showed a look of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

If he continues like this, then the man-god syndrome of 'asking everyone he meets whether they are the apostles of man-god' will also find him.

He is still in this life.

It is hard to imagine how Orsted managed to survive so many lifetimes. It is too reasonable for him to be driven insane by a human god.

Moreover, Rudy's reaction in the later period of the original novel was similar. When he saw the human who looked like the apostle of God, he raised his hand and began to charge the rock shells. He kept talking and asked the other party in a stern voice whether he was the apostle of God.
It can't be said to be exactly the same as when Orstead killed him, but it can only be said to be completely different.

The action turned into a boomerang and hit him hard.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Allen said sincerely: "So, I want you to help me see from an outsider's perspective, which of these information are just coincidences, and which ones seem to be real coincidences.

I need your help, on the one hand to help me review the current situation, and on the other hand it can also relieve some of my pressure. "

As he spoke, he made a begging gesture.

Izuruti showed a slightly suspicious expression, looking at Alan's face, then at his taken-off shoes, and then at the bed under them.

Alan grinned, he just laid down on the bed with his hands folded, looking very peaceful.

"You watch and analyze first. I can use this opportunity to enter a dream and use prophecy to see if I can get more information."

Izurutiqi said, "Into a dream? Does prophecy come through dreams? I thought it would be a crystal ball or something like that."

Alan shook his head.

"It's just a dream. My prophecy is not as convenient as a crystal ball. But the advantage is that it contains enough information." He paused slightly.

"Moreover, based on my current experience, it is really accurate and contains the information I need most at the moment. However, sometimes the images I see do not match my current information flow, so they are more abstract and a little difficult to understand."

Isaruti showed an expression of "I see," and responded with a straight face.

"Okay, brother, you can sleep peacefully."

Alan: ?
He felt that this sounded a little subtle, but at the same time, he found that he did relieve a lot of pressure after speaking out his plan.

It seems that I still need to rely more on my companions.

He smiled and looked up at the wooden ceiling of the hotel. "See you later."

Close your eyes and breathe steadily.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Ten seconds.

"Don't look at me. I can feel it even with my eyes closed."

"No~"

The words fell.

The four healing magic magic circles on the dragon saint's fighting spirit in the belly burst out with four colors of light!

In an instant, they were suddenly grasped by Alan's thoughts and turned into powder.

The magic power surged, smoke and dust scattered, rolled into Alan's body, and merged into his limbs and bones.

Alan felt the fluctuation of magic power and calmed himself down.

Then, fell asleep.

Darkness encroaches.

Alan felt his thoughts drifting away as sleepiness came over him, like a hydrogen balloon rising higher and higher.

Suddenly, he felt his thoughts were 'tied'.

What follows is a feeling of clarity, as the brain awakens from the haze of the subconscious.

So he opened his eyes.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank into needles.

The textured growth rings on the hotel's wooden ceiling above my head have disappeared, replaced by circles of forging patterns floating on the steel structure.

The lines extended layer by layer within the sight, and a layer of blood-red sunset glow was floating on the silver armor.

Silver armor, the silver armor that has been tempered thousands of times, is shining and sparkling.

Armor and light piled up layer upon layer before his eyes, spreading out as his sight swept across the sky.

The joints are riveted together with some kind of mechanism, and densely packed magic circles can be vaguely seen.

——A three-meter-tall silver giant stood in front of Allen, and he even had to look up to get a full view of it.

But Alan's attention was not on this thing which should be accurately called magic armor.

He just looked up at the giant's head.

The part where the helmet should have been was not armored.

The setting sun lifted up the long, blood-red hair.

The hair sways in the wind and the scent fills the nose.

It was very familiar. Alan had smelled it just now.

——It is the national flower of Shillong, Lotus.

The owner of the hair has eyes filled with the color of water, and the combination of the sunset glow before sunset and the armor ripples with light.

There are thousands of emotions that cannot be expressed in words, only whispered softly by lips.

"Long time no see, brother."

Alan looked at Aisha, who was standing in front of him wearing magic armor and looking back sideways. His sight was completely invaded by the other person's face and the magic armor she was wearing, and it was difficult for him to see the surrounding scene.

He was stunned for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and tried to move his body, jumping up to see what was going on around him. What kind of future scenario was this prophetic dream predicting?
But my body wouldn't obey.

In an instant, he understood:

The precognitive dreams had previously brought him continuous images, but this time, for some reason, it only gave him a fleeting image at a side glance.

This is the intuitive feedback from being accustomed to bullet-time combat.

next moment.

Click, click, click, click.

Dense cracks spread out from the magic armor in front of Allen, and finally, under Allen's gaze, moved to the side of Aisha's neck at an extremely 'slow' speed, but unwaveringly.

It naturally spread to Aisha’s cheek skin.

Her face was cracking like a china doll being smashed.

Lovely Xia is actually smiling.

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call! ! !
Alan sat up suddenly in bed.

"Huhu."

The room was still quiet, and the wood texture of the ceiling above my head was the same as before I fell asleep.

He pinched his forehead and looked at the head of the bed, but there was no sign of Izuluti.

When he turned around, he found Isa Luti sleeping peacefully beside him, with her black hair lingering around her neck.

It's still the familiar smell of Lotus shampoo.

Alan was stunned for a long moment before he looked at the clock on the table.

——2:14.

I actually slept for three full hours.

Izuluti did not wake Alan up. After she figured out the information, she lay beside Alan with her chin supported, looking at him.

A sense of peace and security came over me, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Alan looked at her, was silent for a moment, then quietly stood up and walked to the table.

His own piece of letter paper was held down by a quill, with notes written in neat handwriting after each line.
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The battle for the crown prince of Asura, the crisis in Boreas - the Kingdom of the Dragon King - the elements of inducement are obvious, and it seems to be a layout of humans and gods.

The Glory of the Secret Sword - The Kingdom of King Dragon - The core of the Glory of the Secret Sword is the senior brother. Most of the members of the Secret Sword have their own adventurer teams. In the absence of the senior brother, they cannot form an effective layout.

The cheap master who was once missed, the Second Northern God - Wanglong Kingdom - the possibility of the human-god layout is not high, the randomness is too obvious, and the initiative is all in the hands of the senior brother.

The Pakus that Orsted wants to protect - the Kingdom of Wang Long - has obvious inducement elements and is suspected to be a layout of humans and gods.

Clues to cure Senis's transformation into a god - Miris Temple in the capital of Shillong (?)

——We need to investigate the situation in the temple. According to Zanoba's words, something is wrong with the Miris Temple in the capital of Shillong. The royal family's worship process is different from that of normal believers. Even though the altar magic circle has been worn out, it still continues.

Judging from the existing information, there is something wrong with the priest of the Miris Temple.

The possibility that the other party is also the Son of God cannot be ruled out.
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"Brother, I miss you so much"

The murmur of sleep floated from behind and entered Alan's ears.

He turned and walked to Isaruti, sat down, and tucked the hair on the side of her face behind her ear.

He sat there quietly looking at her for a long while, then stood up and walked to the curtain.

Open the curtains slightly.

Outside the window, it started to rain again at some point.

Another guest room just a few windows away.

The petite maid, wearing a loose white nightgown, sat on the windowsill with her knees hugged.

Her body looked very small. She supported her knees with her elbows, and looked out into the night quietly.

The drizzle falls gently, beating against the sticky night sky.

On the other side of the rain curtain is the Temple of Miris.

"According to the time, the Son of the Broken God, Bihyde, should be in the temple."

(End of this chapter)