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

Chapter 509 Who is the bait? Who is fishing?

Before the eyes of millions, the shattered pieces of flesh were swept up by a spiraling gust of wind and flung onto the high platform with a whoosh.

The headless corpse maintained its posture of desperately roaring, as if it wanted to cough up its heart, liver, spleen, and kidneys, to all the people, pouring out its heart and soul with its fervent blood.

The opportunity is here.

The next moment!
boom! !

His abdomen exploded open, revealing a through wound the size of a bowl. Bloody fragments of internal organs flowed out of his mouth, and blood gushed out everywhere.

puff.

The body lay on the ground.

The change came too suddenly; the interval between the two wind spikes was less than a second.

The soldiers on the platform stared at the corpse in shock, completely dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the audience below the stage was plunged into an ocean of silence.

The commotion a second ago was a cacophony of voices, spreading from the high platform into a frenzied uproar of falsehoods and delusions.

A moment later, silence descended like a tidal wave, spreading outwards from the location of the platform, extinguishing all the stirred emotions like a bucket of cold water.

On the southwest side of the platform, the prostitute had returned and was combing her freshly washed hair, complaining about why Keith hadn't left yet. She was a little surprised when she heard the sudden silence outside. The next moment, she saw Keith by the window jump up and grab the edge of the window to look outside.

His face was full of disbelief.

"This... this... battle aura? Magic? There are such methods of killing? Where? Where is the attack location? Where?"

The next instant! Keith's pupils contracted, and he bent over, rolled around on the windowsill, and fell to the ground behind him.

The prostitute, wrapped in a bath towel, was standing on the bed with her hands on her hips, ready to yell at him, when he suddenly crawled under her bathrobe. The next moment, Keith pulled her down, and the prostitute sat down and collapsed onto Keith.

"Wait! Hey...you...you...you..."
You'll have to pay extra! Ah!

A muffled voice came from below: "Add, add, add!! Grandma, I'm adding!"

Just then, a loud scream came from outside. The prostitute was startled and tried to get up to look out the window, but Keith grabbed her leg firmly.

"No! Don't get up! Don't get up! Let me take a good look!!"

Just then, the gaze swept over the brothel, passing through the windows one by one, before disappearing from sight.

On the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild, Allen lowered his hand, reached out to rest his hand on the windowsill, squinted and looked around, carefully examining his surroundings with the enhanced vision of the Water God Stream.

I did not find the figure I had imagined.

He curled his lips.

A woman's terrified scream came from the first floor of the Adventurers' Guild, while the second floor remained eerily silent.

Clem, North Three, and Aisha all stared at Allen's face with different expressions.

The latter stabbed Clem in the ribs with a knife, causing Clem to howl in pain.

The screams downstairs echoed in perfect harmony, breaking the eerie silence on the second floor and blending seamlessly into the surrounding atmosphere of panic and fear.

Allen patted Clem on the shoulder: "Keep it up, don't let it get this eerily quiet."

After saying that, he glanced at Pacus on the high platform in the distance, who was quickly regaining his senses amidst the chaos, kicking aside the soldier next to him, and about to run away.

Before he could run more than a few meters, others followed suit. The soldiers reacted quickly and surrounded him.

Seeing this, Allen casually tapped a few times in the air, and wind spikes swept out, destroying several structural supports of the platform. The collapse of the platform provided Parkus, who was about to be arrested again, with a means of escape that would result in mutual destruction.

Yes, let's perish together.

If you don't believe me, look, the high platform that looks like a domino collapsing has sent the soldiers tumbling and sprawling.

A burly, chubby man with a bloody head suddenly emerged from the ruins, kicked a soldier to the ground, and fled.

—In this playthrough, at this point in time, whether it's swordsmanship, magic, or intelligence, Pacus is one of the best among Prince Cylon's disciples. As long as you create an opportunity for him, you can seize it.

Allen nodded: "You guys wait here for me. I'm fast enough to catch Parkus while things are in disarray. Keep your surprise going, but act normal."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared from the spot. Bei San turned his head to look at the south window and saw a figure grab the windowsill and leap onto the roof.

He was about to follow, but Aisha's exaggerated scream of "Someone's dead!!!" brought him back to his senses. He suppressed his impulse, looked at the square again, and looked somewhat bewildered.

Is this what a hero should do?

But no matter how I look at it, I feel like I'm not a hero's ally, but more like an accomplice of an assassin.

Bei San turned to look at the rooftop where Allen had left.

Allen performed leaps of faith on the surrounding buildings, and even under the scorching sun, his shadow was barely visible to the sunlight.

Is this correct?
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Only children constantly talk about right and wrong.

Adults are different.

All I can think about is wanting to shove the eggs in.

Keith has eggs, but he's not human, and besides, serious business is at hand right now, so he really doesn't have the mind to argue.

It's definitely not because he's broke.

"Freeloader! You monkey-faced poor bastard, where are the thugs! Thugs!! Someone's trying to renege on their debt!!"

Keith, a thief by trade, ran way faster than he could in a dungeon. While the thugs were still peering out the window, he covered his face and fled, grabbing a pile of underwear amidst the screams of the women, and rolled out of the second-floor window of the brothel's back door.

He pulled the smelliest pair of underwear over his head and glanced at the direction Parkus had fled.

The capital of the Kingdom of Shanakia was only somewhat prosperous around the square. After the fire, a short walk outside revealed a network of narrow lanes piled with garbage, like a spider web.

He plunged into one of the lanes, using his familiarity with the terrain to his advantage, weaving in and out of the nooks and crannies, finally bursting through the back door of a theater. He leaped onto the side of the warehouse and casually stuffed his underwear into the pocket of a priest's costume.

Climbing up the rope, he reached the skylight, rolled over, and crawled on top of the eaves, using the roof ridge to conceal himself. He then took out a magical device resembling a telescope from his pocket and looked into the distance.

In their line of sight was none other than Pacus, who was desperately trying to escape.

Keith looked around and finally, at the boundary between light and shadow, with the help of his 'X-ray vision' magical tool, which would definitely fetch a fortune on the market, he barely managed to catch a glimpse of Allen rapidly moving toward Pakus.

He grinned and said, "Such fast swordsmanship speed, such skilled four-legged walking, he could be Paul and Kyrie Irvine's master. What kind of genius is this? No wonder he was nurtured by the gods."

Whether things will work out depends on that guy. I heard from the gods that Paul has reunited with Senis and the others, and Tarhand, Alina, and Lizzie are all there too.

Keith licked his lips.

"I wish this would end soon. I'm so exhausted after these two years. I really miss the days when I was gambling around Paul and got kidnapped, but someone would come to buy my freedom."

Two kilometers away, Pakus was weaving through the alleyways.

"Stop!! Stop!!"

Whoosh!!
Parkus suddenly turned his head, and a steel knife came flying through the air, grazing his cheek and embedding itself in the wall with a clang.

Kitakami-ryu's throwing techniques!!
Pakus gritted his teeth, ducked down and drew his sword, using the movement to dodge another steel blade.

They quickly plunged into the alleyway to the side.

His expression immediately froze.

A dead end.

He hurriedly turned to leave the alley, but the Northern Divine Stream mid-level soldier at the front, who was also the First Prince's personal guard, rushed over angrily. "Still running?! I think the First Prince's murder was orchestrated by you Xilong! You actually plotted to kill the Crown Prince in public!!"

Parkus stared at the newcomer, his face pale, as if he were terrified, his whole body trembling.

He muttered to himself at an extremely fast pace.

“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Benedict. She’s still waiting for me. I can’t die here. I have no children. If I die here, my existence will be meaningless. Benedict’s smile, my ideals will be meaningless. As the best prince of Cylon, I cannot lead Cylon into the future.”

The guard, holding a blade, didn't hear Pakus's increasingly low mutterings clearly, only catching the first few words.

"Not you? Who else could it be? You were the only one who escaped from those prisoners, and you still dare to say it wasn't you?! If we don't catch you today, who can I explain to?!"

The footsteps behind them grew closer and closer.

Before him, Pakus trembled, as if resigned to his fate, his large, hunched body hunched over.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It wasn't me."

The guard's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he slashed at the exposed back of the man's neck with his sword: "If it's not you, it has to be you!!"

The blade swept down, but the strike missed its target.

To be precise, the blow didn't miss. Blood spurted from the side of Pakus's shoulder and neck. He suddenly ducked, his eyes burning with rage, and swung his knife into the guard's chest!

A knife!

"So what if it wasn't me! So what if it wasn't me!! The First Prince should have died long ago!! The Kingdom of Wanglong is full of nothing but insects!!"

A knife!

"Speech? I'm sick of hearing it! Hypocritical! Disgusting! Utter nonsense!!"

A knife!

"The Kingdom of Wanglong is fundamentally flawed!! My insistence is the only right thing to do!! They look down on me!! How dare they disdain my republican ideals!! And they even stomp their stinking boots on Benedict's face!!"

With a ferocious expression, Pakus stabbed the guards in front of him through the heart with each blow.

"This prince will guide Xilong onto the right path, and one day, he will raze the Dragon King Kingdom to the ground!!"

Parcus kicked the corpse aside, and hearing the pursuers closing in, he glanced around, extended his right palm in front of him, grasped his right wrist with his left, and quickly channeled his magic, chanting:

Listen, the whisper of eternal winter! Your breath is the command of the north wind!

Spread forth, you pale refusal to live! Your footprints are the imprint of frozen earth! The frozen realm!

Large, white ice clusters condensed before him, climbing up the narrow alleyway entrance and quickly coalescing into a solid ice wall.

As the gap closed, Parkus retreated quickly, frantically scanning the surrounding walls for possible escape routes after blocking the enemy.

however.

Whoosh!! Just as the gathered ice clusters were about to close down to a mere crack, the soldier outside the alleyway turned around and hurled a spear imbued with fighting spirit into the crack, halting the final step of the magic's formation.

Then, to Pakus's horrified gaze, more spears pierced through.

Crack! Crack! The ice wall, which was not yet fully solidified, was smashed to pieces by the swarming soldiers with all sorts of weapons as they tried to block it.

In less than ten seconds, they broke through the ice wall and entered the alleyway.

After glancing at the corpse of their superior officer on the ground, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the two soldiers at the front, but their words were filled with indignation:

"Unforgivable crime!! Kill that damned prince!! Avenge our commander and the prince!!"

More than a dozen soldiers rushed toward Parkus, who had nowhere left to retreat and whose face was full of despair.

Just as the blade was about to strike him.

"Parcus".

Click.

Someone stepped on the broken ice at the entrance of the alley.

He took a step, lifted his foot, and was about to come this way.

They gazed at each other from afar, separated by the crowd.

In that instant, the latter only had time to see a head of white hair and a pair of dark eyes.

At this moment, right now, now.

The man's figure vanished.

In an instant, it was enveloped in the wind, carrying a sweeping gaze that invaded his vision.

With a thud, he stood in front of Parkus.

As the wind blew, the blades that were about to strike lost all their strength.

Thump, thump, more than ten soldiers twisted their ankles and fell to the ground, their bodies and heads separated, rolling all over the ground.

Amidst the hissing sound of blood flowing.

Then Pucus heard the greeting from Allen Boreas Greirat, the greeting from their first meeting that he could still recall even years later.

With his head pierced by a fountain of blood and his eyes sharp, he spoke thus:
"Republic? Ideal? Discontent? Anger? Pacus, who do you represent?"

Parkus stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground.

Before long, a sudden realization dawned on him: who had killed the First Prince on the high platform, and who was now standing before him—a wise and talented man whom he had longed for day and night.

Whom can I, Parkus, represent?

Parkus stared into Allen's eyes, his face contorted with rage, his voice low and his body trembling:

"This prince, Paku Shiron, cannot speak for anyone!"

The man was taken aback, but then he laughed.

"Oh?"

Parkus clenched his fist and roared:

"But I know what they really want! This has nothing to do with their empty promises using milk and bread as bait!"

Allen smiled and looked at Popus, as if he were getting to know the Prince of Shiron, who had only shown a strong personal touch in the original work before being hastily killed off.

She extended her palm to him.

"Hello, Parkus, nice to meet you, my name is Allen."

Parkus was taken aback. He stared at Allen's face for a long time before realizing who the name was. He then showed a look of joy at having escaped a desperate situation, reached out and grabbed Allen's hand, and stood up.

Then, in the brief moment when their bodies drew closer, Allen, with his cheerful expression, seemed about to say something to him.

Before the words could even get out of his throat, Parkus's face stiffened, like a lifeless doll.

His eyes gleamed with a blue light, staining both the whites and pupils of his eyes, and he smiled at Allen with a strange expression.

then
Wow! !
Thick, blue liquid gushed from Pacus's eyes, ears, nose, and lips, instantly transforming into a massive mouth the size of a car hood!

It swallowed Allen whole.

(End of this chapter)