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

Chapter 508 The God and Man Who Broke Through Declares War! A Light-Speed ​​Counterattack!
Keith looked at the god and spoke solemnly:
'It's rare to see you so nervous. You're a deity, please, cheer up! I'm trying to help you, aren't I?'

Upon hearing this, Keith clearly sensed a mocking smile appearing on the god's unfathomable features.

'Who do you think you're talking to? I'm just calculating the future. You came too suddenly.'

Keith sighed in relief, his expression changed, and he lay down on the ground with one hand supporting his head, reverting to his usual lazy posture.

'So it seems the situation is still under your control. Indeed~ For the past two years, I have completely obeyed your request, traveling thousands of miles on that red dragon that had no goodwill towards me to the Heavenly Continent, and retrieved what you wanted from the labyrinth "Hell".'

This is the first time I've seen you plan something so early, and judging from the current progress, things should be developing as expected, right? The look on your face made me think something terrible had happened.

The god looked at Keith's face, and the smile in the latter's senses disappeared again.

Keith was genuinely surprised this time.

"Wait, judging from your appearance, does that mean you also devised other plans during these past two years, but still failed to kill that kid named Allen?"

The next instant, Keith saw obvious hatred and anger on the face of the god.

His suppressed voice suddenly rushed towards Keith.

'I never intended to kill him in the first place! Killing him was just my backup plan!!! My backup plan!!!'

After saying that, to Keith's astonishment, he rolled headfirst onto the pristine white ground, tumbling left and right, showing none of the demeanor one would expect from the mysterious, unpredictable, manipulative, and wicked god with his sly smile.

'Great Transfer Summoning Spell!' I've been planning this 'Great Transfer Summoning Spell' for so long, watching over him for so many years, helping him so many times, and even thinking about his lifelong happiness, and he doesn't appreciate it! He schemed against me and played tricks on me!!

Isn't it all I wanted to see him with a deathly pale face, completely at my mercy? Why won't he do as I please! I'm going to kill him! But the archipelago failed again!!

It failed! Then I'll use the pre-planned God of War Armor to control him! It's alright! Just don't kill him!! I won't kill him! Become the sharpest knife I use to kill Alsterd! I won't kill you! Eren!!
Failed again!! How could I fail again!! I still want to kill him, kill him!! That self-righteous Laplace!! That useless Northern God III! A piece of trash who's utterly useless without the Battle God Armor!!
Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!! Failed again!!

Here, the roars of gods and men had almost turned into wails.

Keith was dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had ever seen a god so devastated.

Could it be that the seemingly infallible genius I remembered, besides that cunning smile that seemed to be frozen on his face, also had such an emotional side?

Who exactly is Allen Boreas Greirat?

Where did this brave warrior come from? So resilient to death?!
How could a god be so easily defeated?

The next moment, Keith shuddered and woke up from his sleep.

Before he could even get a good look at his surroundings, he closed his eyes and drifted back into his dream.

It was still the familiar pure white space.

It's still the familiar god and man.

However, in the blink of an eye, the other party changed his face and floated in front of Keith, his hands posed in a relaxed and contented manner.

'Oh, you've arrived?'

Keith stared in astonishment at the god-man who was acting as if nothing was wrong, and remained silent.

So, you're going to re-enter the dream and pretend that what just happened didn't exist?
Fine, considering how many times the God of Humanity has helped me, I'll forgive His loss of composure.

Keith cleared his throat: 'Yes, I'm here.'

The god-man approached him, grinning, and asked, "How did things go?"

Keith was still a little confused about the change in the actions of the gods and humans, and sat on the ground glancing sideways at the side.

"It's proceeding as planned. Parkus has completed his arrangements and is just waiting for the other side to take the bait after this speech. But after hearing what you just said, it seems you're still reluctant to give up on Allen Boreas Greirat and are instead planning to control him?"

The god turned his head to look at Keith, the mocking malice on his face almost seeping out of the mosaic:
'If anything unexpected happens again this time, my patience will reach its limit.'

Keith moved back a little.

"How about I get close to him? I can monitor him for you? I can provide assistance when necessary, so you can adjust your plans accordingly? We agreed before that as long as I don't harm Paul and his group, I will assist you unconditionally."

The god seemed to find it extremely funny, and laughed so hard he almost bent over.

He suddenly raised his head and brought his face close to Keith's:
'You deserve it?'

Keith was startled, his eyebrows raised, and then he heard the god close to his ear, whispering a sticky, malicious message that slowly slid through his ear canal and pierced his eardrum, as if a lump of black viscous liquid had seeped into his brain.

Why not let you get close to him? Instead, why send you to the Heavenly Continent to find someone? It's simple, Keith.

The moment you appear, he will kill you without hesitation. Keith, Keith, I can't bear to see you die so quickly.

Keith glanced at the face of the god so close to him, not annoyed, but simply asked, "Is it that dangerous?"

The god scoffed, "Allen is my most perfect creation."

Keith shook his head upon hearing this:
"Could it be that after all this back and forth, you've fallen in love with him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white space rapidly collapsed, and Keith felt his consciousness suddenly sink into a hazy state.

A distant whisper reached my ears: "Go and do what needs to be done."

Keith opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.

He touched his forehead; in just a moment, cold sweat had broken out.

The last sentence was intentional.

Keith didn't want to talk to the god anymore. For some reason, he felt that the god's condition was somewhat dangerous today.

at this time.

Another loud whistle blew from outside the window.

Keith turned his head to look at the scene in the distant square and laughed.

Let's proceed according to plan.

As long as God and God don't allow themselves to target Paul and his group, these things are no big deal.

In Keith's line of sight:
On the high platform in the square, the First Prince glanced at the nobles who had been put in nooses amidst the gasps of the crowd.

He revealed his white teeth, smiled with great restraint, and gracefully performed a noble salute to the people of the Kingdom of Shanakia below the platform.

Then, clearing his throat, he held the magical artifact connected to the amplification magic circle and spoke slowly in a noble tone:

"Good afternoon, nobles and people of Shanakia."

I am Kachland von Kingdragan, the First Prince of the Kingdom of Wanglong, and the initiator of this mobilization speech for the Kingdom of Wanglong.

The sound emanated from his throat, vibrating in the air. The magic circle on the high platform emitted light, reflecting the vibrations back into the air, sweeping across the entire square like a tidal wave.

And so, the noise was silenced.

Thousands of people in various clothes looked up at Kacland von Kingdragan in the square.

Bathed in countless gazes, the latter showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever. Instead, he spread his arms wide, embracing all the stares directed at him!
"Do you all know why I'm here today? And why these well-dressed nobles behind me have been bound with nooses and placed on this high platform for you all to see clearly?"

The noise from below the stage resumed, but it wasn't as chaotic as before. People whispered to each other, but their eyes were fixed on the platform.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the first floor of the Adventurers' Guild was also crowded with people. The noise swirled in the wind and echoed as Allen and his companions, looking at Kacland von Kingdragan from the second-floor windows, exchanged various expressions.

Kakland raised his arm and pointed behind him, but his body didn't turn at all. He adopted a forward-leaning attack stance and stared at the crowd below the stage.

"Looking at this scene, let me guess what you are thinking?"
Infighting among nobles? The winner-takes-all nature of politics? Or perhaps the treacherous schemes within royalty?!

Why did I come to Sanakia today for these trivial and ridiculous matters?
No, none of that! I've come here today not to speak of nobles or royalty, but to speak of you! Me! Us!
This is for everyone standing supreme on the central continent!
I, Kachland von Kingdragán, am here today to demand an explanation! To demand an explanation for the stolen honor, wealth, bread, and milk!

A sudden uproar erupted, and at that moment, the clamor below the platform surged into a cacophony.

"Demanding an explanation? Stealing. What do you mean?"

"Wealth, bread, milk? What do these have to do with us?"

Did you drink milk today?

"No, what are you doing?"

A sudden, booming baritone voice overwhelmed all the noise, almost like a furious shout!

"Demand an explanation? What explanation do you want? What do bread and milk have to do with you? Let me tell you!"
Four hundred years ago! The Battle of Laplace destroyed all the nations of the Central Continent. Humanity united as never before, defeated the Demons, and forced them back to the Demon Continent!

Back then! Countless humans perished. Countless of our ancestors, our forefathers, sacrificed their lives to fight against the demons so that we could live better lives, so that future generations could live in peace and prosperity! I ask you, where did they fight back then?!

The public paused, and many looked bewildered.

"The Wanglong Mountains beside us!! The conflict zone to our north!! Around the distant Crimson Dragon Mountains!! In the frost-covered far north!! Fighting on every inch of the central continent!"
The blood of our ancestors was spilled in every corner of this continent, so it is only right that we humans succeed! It is only right that we drive back the demons!!
"They defended the glory of humanity! They seized the present glory for you and me!!" Kachland von Kingdragan's high-pitched voice slowed, and he lowered his voice, looking around at all the bewildered people, and spoke softly.

The conversation shifted abruptly, and the question was asked:

"But what about glory? Do you feel it? Our ancestors defended the glory, but what about that glory? What about the honor that comes from the victory in these wars?"

What happened to the bread and milk soaked in blood? Where did they go? Why can't you drink milk every day? Is the bread in your hands even enough to fill your stomachs?

He raised his eyebrows and waved his hand.

"Do you doubt it? I do too. The glory our ancestors fought for us has vanished inexplicably. Of all of you here, how many of you can drink milk and eat bread every day?"

Has war truly ended? Has peace arrived in the conflict zones? No, there is no peace; the war continues.
"The demons have retreated from the Demon Continent, and it seems we've won. But where have all the efforts of our ancestors, their blood, their tears gone?"

Kakland suddenly chuckled.

"The answer is, they were all stolen."

The tone rose: "By whom?"

To elevate it further: "Those who survived the Battle of Laplace!"

He continued to elevate the narrative: "By those corrupt and scheming Asura royal families entrenched in the west! By the now prosperous and thriving Asura Kingdom!"

Kakland, looking at the simple faces below the platform, stirred up a variety of emotions, and roared:

"The fruits of victory that our predecessors painstakingly worked through generations have been stolen by them! They've taken them away!!"

Money!! Wealth!!
Reputation!! Status!!
They're clinging to what rightfully belongs to us! They've seized the most fertile land in the Central Continent!

Ignoring conflict zones! Allowing war to break out while remaining indifferent! Holding wealth yet showing no gratitude! And forgetting the blood shed on every inch of the Central Continent in the past!!
They, Asura, the so-called world's strongest nation in six directions! The Kingdom of Asura!

They stole what was rightfully ours!!!

Beneath the almost blood-ripping roar, a clamor of voices erupted from the crowd.

Kakland waved his arms excitedly, veins bulging on his neck, and sternly questioned the crowd below!

"I've come here today to ask you all: should we simply hand over what rightfully belongs to us?"

In an instant, the noisy ocean fell silent again, and everyone looked at Kakland's face.

The latter roared, "Should we have done this?!"

"No!!" A quarter of the crowd immediately responded with a shout!
"Do we want to take back what rightfully belongs to us?"

"Yes!!!" Half of the crowd immediately raised their arms and shouted!
"Should we reclaim what is rightfully ours?"

"Take it back! Take it back!! Take it back!!!" The emotion spread rapidly, as if the people were venting all the frustrations of their lives in this moment!

Kakland pointed a finger at the crowd and walked quickly around the platform.

"Very good! Very good! The Kingdom of Shanakya is full of passionate people! The blood in your hearts will never cool! But! Now there are traitors among us! Traitors who have betrayed the glory of our ancestors!!"

He waved his hand and pointed behind him.

"Gentlemen, open your eyes wide and look behind me. Look at these surrenderers behind me. Look at their faces! We want to fight, we want to reclaim the glory that rightfully belongs to us, but all they know is to compromise with the Kingdom of Asura! To beg for mercy! To wag their tails and beg for mercy like dogs!! They are not ashamed, but proud!!"
If we take a step back today, and ten steps back tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow, the day after that, next year, and ten years from now?!
When the day comes that the Asura Kingdom's sword is held to our throats, they will still be groveling! Shameless! Begging for mercy! They will have completely forgotten the glory left to us by our ancestors! They will have handed over what rightfully belongs to us!

I want to ask you all, what do you think of these spineless cowards?! What about the surrender faction that has emerged among us?!
What should I do? What should I do?!

The people of the capital of Sanakia looked behind the First Prince Kakland and found that there were many high-ranking Sanakia officials who had once oppressed them.

Anger burned fiercely amidst surging emotions.

Everyone raised their arms and roared:

"Hang them! Hang them!! Hang them!!"

Kakland pointed a finger at the crowd below the platform, his face beaming with pride, his blood boiling, and spittle flying from his lips:

"Have guts! Ladies and gentlemen! Let's not wag our tails and beg for mercy. Is Asura powerful? Yes! But is death terrifying? No!"
We can all die, we will all die, everyone has to die sooner or later! So what is the meaning of death? Was our birth into this world meaningless?

Are the deaths of those who came before us also meaningless? Were the deaths of those who fought for us and for this land all in vain?
No, that's not true! The meaning of death should be given by us!

Those brave dead, those pitiful predecessors, their blood shed was to pass on the meaning of life to us, their descendants.

We will all eventually face death, but our descendants will naturally carry on our will!
Our deceased ancestors entrusted their will to us, the living; we die, and then entrust the meaning of life to the next generation!

This is the only way to fight against this cruel world! This is the only way we can fight against Asura!

Folks, be angry!

Gentlemen, roar!

Gentlemen, let's fight!

We will keep moving forward until we drive out all the despicable thieves!

We will keep moving forward! Until we take back what Asura has taken from us!!
We will keep moving forward, until the end of the world!!

The increasingly impassioned roar, filled with a strong sense of instigation, tore the air apart!

This sparked a wave of immediate feedback from the public, reflecting their pent-up emotions!

Roar! "Battle!!" / "Forward!!"

Cheers! "Fight!!" / "Forward!!"

On the edge of the sound tide, on the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild.

Everyone who was eating ran out during the speech, leaving the second floor deserted except for Allen and his three companions.

Of course, no one joined the crowd in raising their arms and shouting; compared to the commotion downstairs, it was far too quiet here.

Clem looked at the incited crowd, his face twitching.

"It's the same old speech. I remember hearing the general's loud and angry rebuke when I was a child."
However, the target at the time wasn't Asura, but another small country. But it must be said, it was indeed very effective.

"Oh? You seem quite calm."

Clem turned to look at the source of the voice, only to see Allen still resting his chin on his hand, drinking water from his teacup with a calm expression, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

Clem scratched his head: "Calm down? I guess so. On one hand, I've heard it before, and on the other hand, well, I just feel like their explanation sounds a bit strange."

Bei San, standing to the side, tilted his head and looked at him: "What's strange about it?"

I can't say for sure.

"The people are being 'represented' by a class that does not belong to them."

"Ok?"

Both of them looked at Allen at the same time.

Allen glanced at Aisha, who was standing with her arms crossed and brows furrowed, and smiled.

With a thud, he put down his teacup and stood up.

"The common people sit under the table, while the nobles sit at the table. Those who sit on the ground will never be able to get to the table, see the view from the table, or enjoy the resources from the table."

And now, what you see is this: the person sitting at the table is speaking out on behalf of those under the table. He wants to coerce those under the table into sacrificing their lives for the bread and milk they never had the chance to have.

Tell me, does this guy named Kakland have no shame?

Clem and North Three were both taken aback, momentarily unable to comprehend what Allen was saying on and under the table.

Aisha frowned and immediately replied, "Shameless!"

A smile crept onto Allen's lips.

He spread his arms out, index and middle fingers together, held his breath and gazed into the distance at Kacland von Kingdragan, who was passionately concluding his speech on the high platform.

Amidst the astonished gazes of North Three and Clem, he pointed into the distance.

Outside the window, the roars, amplified by the magic circle, still raged under the scorching midday sun, a false fury.
"Today, I, Kacland von Kingdragán, declare myself King of Kingdragán!"
On behalf of the predecessors on the land beside the Wanglong Mountains! On behalf of all those watching me from below the stage!
"Declare to the Kingdom of Asura on the western side of the central continent."

A spiraling, transparent sword aura swept through the wind, instantly covering a thousand meters before piercing Kakland's open mouth.

boom! ! ! !

The head of the first prince of the Wanglong Kingdom exploded into a pile of minced meat in front of millions of people.

(End of this chapter)