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

Chapter 490: Alan and Aisha's Night Talk, Three Questions

Alan, who was standing next to North 3, had his eyes flickering.

He looked at the old man, Bihyde, who was huddled on the ground with his head, and leaned closer to him and asked:
"If you put it that way, can we assume that you yourself possess the power of the Son of God, which led to the failure of the exchange? If you were an ordinary person who doesn't have the power of the Son of God at all, could you perfectly inherit the power of the Son of God?"

Bi Haide lay on the ground with a depressed look on his face: "No, the number of Sons of God is so small because most people cannot get the attention of God. Even if ordinary people are placed on the baptism altar with the Sons of God, they cannot complete the ability exchange.

The exchange can only be completed if both parties are watched by the gods and have the talent of being the son of God.

However, those who possess the talent of the Son of God possess the ability of the Son of God.

So replacement is a paradox. I will repeat the same mistakes and continue to make my Godson ability more unstable, more like a curse ability that cannot be properly controlled. "

Allen asked: "Is your altar magic circle of sufficient level?"

Bi Haide smiled bitterly and stood up: "I have also thought about whether it is because of the level of the magic circle. After all, due to my limited ability, I only superimposed the magic circles of advanced healing, divine strike, barrier, and detoxification. The one in the main hall is the baptism ceremony of the Four Emperors Level Magic Circle."

Alan narrowed his eyes when he said this.

Then I heard Bi Haide continue to say: "But there is no way. I can't embed a higher level magic circle. And even if I can, according to my speculation, the two sons of God may still have their abilities divided equally and cannot be completely replaced.
Most importantly, I don't have time. I'm too old, how many more years can I live?"

He stared blankly at his hands.

"I'm afraid I will never be able to return to the main hall of the Miris Temple in this lifetime."

Alan looked at him: "What if it is the empty body of the Son of God?"

Bihyde's brow jumped and he looked at Alan.

"You know a lot about the Savior. You are worthy of being one of the seven newly promoted great powers. No, now you should call them the eight great powers."

——They had already known each other's identities before, and Bihyde immediately hugged Alan's legs and asked him to carve a higher-level magic circle for him, but was rejected by the latter.

Whether Alan was willing to help or not, he really didn't understand magic circles.

Bihyde became depressed in an instant and said whatever he was asked.

After all, he was ostracized by the headquarters and didn't care about any leaks. Besides, there were two powerful nations on the opposite sides and he had no room for maneuver.

Bihaide paused for a moment and continued, "The only thing that possesses this property in the empty body of the Son of God is the hilt of the holy sword that Saint Milis made from his own arm bone, but the hilt has long been lost."

Alan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Arm bone?"

Bihyde nodded.

Alan narrowed his eyes, and information about Saint Miris' life flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly understood.

——Saint Milis was the apostle of the human god, but he was determined and was not deceived by the human god. So naturally he doubted the ability of the world-destroying god to take on flesh, which was why he kept delaying until the human race on Milis continent was defeated again and again before he finally decided to take on flesh.

But it seems that he still has doubts about the human god, and finally cuts off his arm and makes it into a hilt, which contains the abilities of the Son of God incarnate, and finally defeats the demons.

"Why did the temple allow it to be lost?"

Bihaide shook his head, was silent for a moment, and continued, "It is impossible to verify, but according to my speculation, it should be a factional struggle. At that time, the Pope's faction always regarded itself as the temple administrator appointed by Saint Milis himself. If the holy sword that symbolizes the power of Saint Milis returns to the temple again, the situation of the Cardinals will not be very good.

So the Knights Templar did not contribute their efforts and allowed the hilt of the Holy Sword to be lost, while the Pope only got a scabbard.

The most important thing is that once the hilt is in the hands of the Pope, it means that the Cardinals have lost control over the abilities of all the Sons of God. As long as the hilt is not taken back, all the Sons of God in the temple will be under the command of the Cardinals.

This is the temple rule that Saint Miris established himself to prevent corruption.”

Alan sneered inwardly.

Avoid corruption?

This is clearly to prevent the human-god from turning all members of the Temple of Milis into apostles. As long as the cardinals know that the ability of the sons of God under their command to take on flesh comes from gods of a higher level, they naturally have no fear of the human-god.

The Cardinals are that bottom-line insurance.

He glanced at Beehide.

This old man knows a lot of information, but it is not complete. At present, it seems that baptism is the ability of the incarnate God of Destruction, which is the highest level secret of the temple.

but
The strange and bizarre abilities of the Son of God mentioned in the original work can basically be corresponded to the God of Destruction himself.

You see, breathing fire, using ice, shooting rays from the eyes, aren't these all uses of offensive magic?

And that strange ability not to shoot is also a high-level fighting spirit control technique. Both Brother Paul and himself can use it. However, at present, because he is born in the Water God School, his control over fighting spirit is more precise, so he can fully control it.

As for Brother Paul, he was still a little lacking.

Therefore, the ability of the Son of God is ultimately to solidify some of the basic strengths of the God of Destruction that can be accepted by the human body into a system-triggered skill.

Thoughts raced through Alan's mind, and he glanced at Bihyde again, frowning.

But what about the ability to sever the Son of God?

This doesn't seem like a technique for using fighting qi. That kind of fighting qi technique specifically favors human necks?

Isn’t this beheading?
But how can beheading be part of the power of the God of Destruction?

Instead, it seems more like a quirk that the God of Destruction is obsessed with? ?
Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but feel that his guess was becoming more and more absurd. The God of Destruction likes to behead people?
Do gods need to wield a knife to behead people?

What a weird guess.

He quickly stopped his wandering brainstorm.

It should be a manifestation of some kind of combat secret technique.

Then, Alan shook his head and stood up.

Bi Haide glanced at him, but his expression was a little subtle, and he quickly spoke.

"You're leaving? Don't you want to stay and talk a little more?"

——It seems that because of the Son of God’s ability, he hasn’t spoken to anyone face to face for many years.

But before Alan could speak, Bei San immediately responded.

"It's good enough that we don't kill you. Do you still want us to chat with you here?"

Bihyde shrank his neck and remained silent.

Allen glanced at him and asked:
"One last question, the reason you chose the Shillong royal family was to hide?"

Bihyde nodded, carefully choosing his words, and spoke slowly:
"If the baptism ceremony is open to all civilians, the news will gradually spread, and sooner or later it will reach the ears of the main hall.

But I just used the name of "bathing in the grace of God" to deceive the Shillong royal family, and lied to them that this is the altar blessed by God that I designed specifically for the Shillong royal family. In this way, they will not only keep it secret, but also be grateful to me. "

After saying that, Alan nodded and left with Bei San under the eager gaze of Bihaide as if he were a lonely old man.

He has achieved the purpose of his trip.

One: Find out potential treatment options for Senis.

It has been confirmed that the hilt of the holy sword can absorb Senis's super-sensory divine ability. The next step is to get the hilt and find a baptism altar with sufficient magic power and a magic circle of sufficient level.

You can go to Wang Long’s Kingdom to see if there are also people who have secretly built a baptism altar like Bihyde did.

If not, we can only ask Rudy to study the magic circle, or go to Miris.

Two: Complete the healing magic circle on the Dragon Saint Fighting Spirit Crystal in his body, so that he can be reborn as the human god Allen again and draw the prophecy from him.

See clearly the dream that you just didn’t get a full glimpse of.

Aisha, what are you going to do?
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Aisha couldn't sleep anyway.

Even though she had buried her head in the quilt, the faint tremors, the pleading whimpers, and Elina Lijie's aggressive reverse ramming made her want to shoot the woman upstairs straight through with an ice spike.

There was a crash.

Aixia suddenly threw back the quilt, stared angrily at the top of her head, and the magic power in her hands surged up.

The next moment, he controlled his temper very well.

Breathe in and out, repeat this several times, and then calm down.

But my brain was completely awake and I couldn't fall asleep again.

Aisha sat up silently and looked to her side.

Melna had already entered standby mode while holding Norn and began to "charge" with the magic stone.

She held her chin and looked at Melna's sleeping posture under her thin pajamas, which was a one-to-one replica of her mature body in the future, and muttered while touching her chin.

"That shouldn't be the case. It's obviously very beautiful."

After a long while, she looked away and jumped off the bed. She seemed to be a little hesitant and entangled, and slowly moved to the door. Her green pupils reflected the door handle in the dim light. After pausing for a long time, accompanied by the continuous banging sound upstairs, she finally made an effort.

With a rustle, the door opened.

Then he stepped out of the room quietly and closed the door carefully.

The corridor was silent.

Aisha the dog walked stealthily to the door of Alan's room, step by step.

She listened attentively.

The room was silent.

After a moment, Aisha held her face with her chubby hands and shook her head vigorously.

What am I doing!!!
She made a bitter face and sighed silently.

But the good news is that the corridor is much quieter than one's own bedroom because it is far away from the crime scene upstairs with the window open.

After a moment of silence, Aisha did not return to the house, but walked all the way to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Head tilt.

A barrier was set up at the entrance of the stairs. This was a magical tool that Alan asked for from Bell. It provided everyone with a relatively safe and quiet environment when staying in a hotel or camping in the wild.

Aisha looked at the magic tool and recalled the look of surprise and joy on Bell's face when Allen asked for it.

She squinted her eyes, showing her little fangs and smiled, then squatted down, stared at the magic tool with wide eyes, poked it with her index finger, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The anger and embarrassment on his face just now disappeared without a trace.

She suddenly stood up, her skirt swaying, and turned around and jumped onto the bay window on the windowsill, hugging her knees and looking at the slanting rain outside the window and the moon in the sky that was half swallowed by dark clouds.

It was a little chilly on a rainy night, and the temperature in the corridor was slightly higher than outside.

A very light layer of mist formed on the glass, looking hazy and gorgeous under the moonlight.

Aixia stretched out her fingertips and drew an arc on the glass. The mist quickly melted under the touch of her skin, forming a clear wavy mark.

Finally, the beginning and the end are connected.

The traces left by the fingertips connected from beginning to end, forming a circle.

Aisha rested her chin on her knees and looked at the circle silently.

The next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted, and in her vision, a finger swept across her sight and pressed on the glass.

It spun around with a click, and drew a hollow circle exactly the same as the one he had just drawn with his finger.

Aixia leaned against the bay window and looked to her side.

He saw Alan, neatly dressed, with slightly wet boots, standing beside him.

Behind him, the barrier at the entrance of the stairs had formed a cut hole, which was slowly healing as it was filled with magic power.

"It's me, don't be nervous. But why didn't you sleep? Are you suffering from insomnia?"

Alan put away his fingers and glanced at Aisha.

When the latter saw that it was Alan, he subconsciously relaxed, but the next moment, the muscles in his back stiffened.

She shrank her head and looked at the circle on the glass: "It's you, brother. You scared me to death. I'm not suffering from insomnia, but it's a little noisy."

Allen frowned, "Noisy? Norn?"

Aixia shook her head like a rattle: "Not this floor."

Alan nodded, looked at Aisha's stiff appearance, stopped looking at her, and looked at the street outside the window.

At four o'clock in the morning, there were two drunk men coming out of the first floor of a hotel on the street. They were staggering in the rain. They bumped into each other, as if they had an argument and started fighting. Both of them fell into a rain puddle, which looked very funny.

Allen said, "I just went out to the Temple of Miris and made an unexpected discovery. Do you want to hear about it?"

Aixia was a little confused, not knowing how she should react as a child. She just nodded, shook her head, and nodded again.

Allen seemed not to notice the action. "In general, it can be confirmed that Madam Senis's Son of God ability can be removed. We just need to prepare a baptism altar, place the hilt of the holy sword and Madam Senis in it, and wait for the replacement."

Aixia blinked quickly: "I don't quite understand what you are saying."

"Ok?"

Aixia quickly added: "But it seems very organized! There will definitely be no problem with the replacement."

Having said this she suddenly shut her mouth, and just put her head in her arms, grinning as if she was suddenly possessed by a ghost and wanted to punch herself.

Alright! Alright!
Don’t blame Melna for being loose-lipped!

You Aixia is not good enough!!!

Alan still didn't look at her, but his voice continued to torture her ears regardless.

"Hmm? Is it cold?"

Aisha suddenly raised her head, and the expression hidden under her arm seemed to be an illusion, and she smiled brightly.

“It’s not cold!”

If you ignore her somewhat stiff expression, she looks quite natural.

Alan nodded: "Did you handle it this way before?"

Aixia:.
She pretended she was just a puppet.

The two were silent.

The drizzle outside the window subsided as time passed.

The two drunks downstairs struggled with each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Alan looked down for a while, then suddenly spoke.

“Things are simple now and easy to deduce.

In your judgment, in your plans.

If you tell me too much, the reality may lead to a result that you don't want to face because of my subjective initiative, and this result will undoubtedly lead to a bad future.

On the other hand, if I know nothing, based on your inference, this can lead to the result you want.”

Aixia didn't respond and started holding her breath.

Alan didn't wait for a reply and continued:

“I don’t ask unnecessary questions, only the three questions that I care about most. The questions themselves only lead to the final outcome, and I don’t ask about the process.

You just need to nod or shake your head.

Of course, if you feel embarrassed, you don’t have to answer. It’s okay.

After this, I won't ask anymore, and you don't have to be so tense with me. This is not what I want to see."

Aisha swallowed with a grunt.

Alan has spoken.

"One: According to your plan, can you avoid the ending where I am killed by Orsted?"

Aisha nodded without hesitation.

Allen continued to ask: "Second: According to your plan, can you avoid accidents involving Izoluti, Luo Qixi, and Senisi besides me?"

Aisha blinked and nodded.

Alan's eyes flickered and he looked into Aisha's eyes.

After one breath.

He spoke:

“Last question:
Follow your plan and lead to the future you want.

Will you, Aisha, die?"

(End of this chapter)