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

Chapter 518 [Thanks to the Silver Alliance of Whispering Poems] Empty Eyes, surrender! Brother Allen is too conservative.
"So you've been observing me for so long, and you've already figured out how to kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Adventurers' Guild suddenly became solemn.

Just moments before, Popus was basking in joy, marveling at how Allen would pretend the food was terrible just to cooperate with him, but his smile froze.

He looked at Allen's expression, then at Randolph's demeanor, and tried to interrupt to change the subject and ease the tense atmosphere that had suddenly escalated from a sharp turn to a confrontational one.

But for a moment, he felt that no matter what he said, it might cause these two of the seven great powers to start fighting right in front of him. He was hesitant and didn't know what to do.

Randolph scrutinized Allen's face and replied in a serious tone:
"I haven't figured it out yet, I can't think of a good way, at least not right now."

Allen said regretfully, "That's such a pity."

Randolph also looked regretful: "It's a real shame."

Allen added, "I'm really looking forward to seeing how you use your Illusion Sword."

At this point, Allen paused: "Oh, no, to be precise, it's to see if your Illusion Sword can be used for direct attacks, instead of using words and situations to induce me to attack you, just to test my strength."

Randolph paused, glanced at Bei San who had been pretending to be a passerby the whole time, and grinned like a sun-dried corpse: "As expected of someone who has won over Alexander, and as expected of someone valued by Lord Bei Shen II. So, have you decided how to kill us?"

Allen laughed: "How's that old man, the Second Northern God, doing lately? From what you've said, it sounds like you've been talking about me?"

Randolph nodded: "Ten days ago, when the news first reached the Kingdom of Dragon Kings, we had a brief conversation."

Allen became curious: "Oh? What are you talking about?"

Randolph awkwardly stroked his chin and said:

He said, "If I can't win, I'll beg for mercy and try not to get killed. That guy doesn't seem unreasonable. You two just serve different factions, but you don't really have any deep-seated grudges, do you? As for Alexander the Kid, he's not easy to kill, but you can't."

If you're not dead, invite him to the Northern God School's main dojo for a chat. Haha, it's been a long time since I've seen him. I wonder if he still clings to the pride of the Water God School? I still think this guy is more suited to the Northern God School or something like that.

Alexander's face stiffened as he recalled the scene outside the dense forest where Allen mistook him for a roadside stray cat and stomped his face to pieces.

Allen said meaningfully to Randolph, "It seems I have some reputation in the Kingdom of King Dragon? Besides the Radiance of the Secret Sword, I do have allies. Not bad, it seems coming to the Kingdom of King Dragon was the right choice."

Randolph nodded chuckled: "A little famous? The king is getting tired of mentioning your name lately. You killed the First Prince from three thousand meters away without anyone noticing. If you hadn't gone to save someone, no one would have known who killed the First Prince."

I really envy you; you're a gourmet and a killer at the same time. What exactly is that technique? I'm so curious!

Allen asked, "Wind Strike, a technique that combines magic and swordsmanship, would you like to learn it?"

Randolph nodded: "I'd like to."

Allen raised his hand and pointed at the air, and a sudden gust of sword wind arose!

The next instant, with a snap, a smooth cut five centimeters in diameter was drilled into the hilt of the sword held by the Northern King, who was closest to Allen behind Randolph.

The Northern King stared in astonishment at the hole drilled into his sword hilt, noticing the circular cut less than a millimeter from his finger, and swallowed hard.

Then, with a clattering sound of armor plates scraping against each other, all the Northern Kings subconsciously took a step back, but then realized something was wrong and could only stick their necks out and continue to stand there.

Then, Allen merely raised an eyebrow at the result. He turned his head and looked up at Randolph's eyepatch with surprise. After a brief silence, his expression returned to normal: "Did you learn it?"

Randolph looked at the sword, his expression grave: "I can't learn it."

"Again?"

"It doesn't look easy to learn." As he spoke, Randolph suddenly turned to look at Allen: "Do we have to raise our hands? Can we convey it with our eyes?"

Allen scoffed: "No need."

Randolph: "That's a real shame. If it were within sight, there would still be room to avoid it."

Allen nodded, raised his hand, and slowly reached out towards Randolph's face.

His movements were slow and devoid of any murderous intent, as if he were a husband about to stroke his wife's face.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, and with Randolph showing no sign of flinching, only a slight look of surprise, he ripped off Randolph's blindfold.

Below is a demonic eye.

The eye has a crimson background, no pupil, and a dark, shimmering black star that occupies the iris.

Allen lowered his hand: "Empty Eye, it seems to have a similar effect to a barrier spell, and the level of magic fluctuation is at the Emperor level."

In addition to constructing a hollow circular barrier resembling a cage for a beast outside the Adventurers' Guild, it can also control the flow of magic within the barrier to a certain extent.

Just now, the wind surrounding my Wind Spikes was neutralized by your magic, which slowed it down considerably.

That's quite an ability; I'm even a little envious.

Randolph turned to look at North Three.

Although his face was expressionless, the meaning behind his expression was—did you tell Allen Boreas Greirat what color my underwear was?
North Three simply shook his head slowly at Randolph, indicating that he was overthinking it.

Randolph frowned and glanced at Allen.

"That's right, it's the Void Eye. I didn't expect Lord Allen to have such a comprehensive understanding of the enemy. It's completely beyond my expectations. He is indeed a qualified Northern God Swordsman."

Allen waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you think the Void Eye can stop me?"

Randolph grinned and said, "Just do your best."

Allen looked into Randolph's eyes and placed his hand in the air between them.

"I just asked you if you had figured out how you were going to kill me, and you replied that you hadn't. So now I'm asking you, Randolph, after all this time, have you finally figured out how I'm going to kill you all?"

Randolph's expression froze.

The next instant, Allen's palm trembled in the air!
!!! Sizzle!!!
Sixteen crisp sounds rang out simultaneously, vibrating in the air and bursting into a neat, synchronized chorus of weapons clashing!

A burst of fiery sparks erupted at the waist of the sixteen Black Dragon Knights' Northern King! It even illuminated the Adventurers' Guild for a fleeting moment!
Then, with a clatter, due to their different heights, the broken blades fell to the sides of the Northern King's legs.

They just stared blankly at their broken blades, not daring to move.

Unbeknownst to them, the turbulent killing intent was extremely 'blinding' to their senses, causing a sudden surge of adrenaline that sent warm currents through their waists. However, this warmth brought them no sense of security whatsoever.

Allen's voice rang out: "Water God Style Secret Technique - Deprive the Sword Realm, unleash condensed sword energy from all directions, capture the flow of magic and air, and attack all moving creatures that enter the range of the secret technique. You ordered these Northern Kings to stand still like turtles, just to prevent me from starting with this move."

As a King-level swordsman of the Water God Style, you are well aware of the five great mysteries of the Water God Style. Knowing I hail from the Water God Style's main dojo, and having indeed gathered information that I can use the Sword World Deprivation Technique, you anticipate my moves—that's very much in line with the Northern God Style. But the problem is…”

Allen glanced sideways at Randolph beside him, whose pupils had constricted and whose hand had involuntarily rested on the hilt of his sword, and said earnestly:

"I have long since overcome the drawbacks of stripping away the sword realm. Now this move is called Sky Slash."

He slammed the secret sword at his waist onto the table.

"Then, there is the Blade of Light, the Sword God style, which is derived from the desire school of Garr."

Allen and Randolph exchanged glances. Randolph stared at Allen's wrist, and seeing that Allen wasn't moving at all, he seemed to realize something.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his neck.

A trail of blood was seeping out. "The Sky-Piercing Slash can kill these Northern Kings at once, and the Ultimate Speed ​​Light Blade can kill you, one of the Seven Great Powers with solid fundamentals who could block my Sky-Piercing Slash. Now that you're all dead, who's next?" Allen continued, removing his hand from the hilt of his sword.

Fold it over, bring your index and middle fingers together, and point it towards the gate of the Adventurers' Guild.

The question had barely left his lips when a swirling wind began to flow rapidly from his fingertips! Countless, turbulent eddies whipped Randolph's long hair into a frenzy.

Allen glanced at Randolph, whose expression had changed drastically: "You can use the Eye of the Void to control the flow of magic within the barrier to stop me from releasing Wind Spikes."

But you seem to have overlooked two issues:
One: I killed the First Prince from three thousand meters away, not because I could only shoot the Wind Spike three thousand meters away, but because the First Prince was only three thousand meters away from me.

Second: What level of magician am I, and how much magic power do I have to 'squander'? Is the whirlwind surrounding the wind spike only at the level you collected, or do I think it needs to be released to be more concealed?
The red light in Randolph's eyes suddenly intensified!
Meanwhile, Allen had already turned to look at the gate of the Adventurers' Guild.

—15% magic power, Wind Strike.

The wind howled and roared! A raging tornado erupted, blasting the table in front of Allen into dust!
A vortex, half a meter in diameter and visible to the naked eye, instantly appeared before everyone and was blasted away by Allen with a flick of his finger! As it swept away, it shattered countless chaotic magical currents and precisely smashed open the gate of the Adventurers' Guild!

It burst through the night and vanished in an instant.

Everyone in the Adventurers' Guild was stunned. This scene happened so fast that it left no room for anyone to react.

Then Randolph groaned, clutching his demonic eye as blood seeped rapidly from between his fingers. Even so, he quickly regained control of his body and turned to look at Allen beside him.

Then a smiling face appeared close to his face and asked:

"Now that you're right beside me, why would I need to conceal the trajectory of my Wind Spikes? If you want to see, I'll show you. Now that you've seen it, what's next?"

Randolph remained silent.

Allen added, "However, I was somewhat surprised that your barrier doesn't block sound, and you even have such useful magical tools, so you haven't completely lost."

Randolph remained silent, simply gazing at the night outside the empty gates of the Adventurers' Guild.

Allen followed his gaze and said:
"General Chagall? I've been listening outside the barrier for so long. Now that you're here, wouldn't it be inappropriate not to come in and sit down?"

After he finished speaking, a smirk and mocking laugh came from outside:
"Come in, you must come in and sit down."

A middle-aged man with a full beard, a rugged face, and dressed like a bandit without armor walked in, pulling up his trousers.

As he moved, the protective magic belt that was powerful enough to block a full-force attack from an Emperor-level magician shattered on the ground, and together with the torn clothes around his waist, it was quite comical.

As the still-frightened Northern Kings bowed in homage, Chagall approached Alan, who stood before him amidst the shattered wood splinters, yet remained seated in his chair, smiling broadly. With a swirl, he pulled a table from the side, grabbed a chair for himself, and plopped down opposite Alan, resting his chin on his hands as he looked at Randolph:
"How to say?"

Randolph covered his eyes and replied, "The chances of winning are very small. If we force a fight, it's hard to say how badly Allen Boreas Greirat will be injured, but one thing is for sure: we'll all die."

Allen, playing along as if he were an outsider, chimed in, "So?"

Randolph didn't look at Allen, but instead spoke to Chagall with a serious expression:

"General, it would be better to surrender."

Chagall nodded in deep agreement.

"There's no other way but to surrender."

He glanced at Allen and sighed, his tone not like that of an aristocrat, but more like that of a rogue:
"Oh my, a hero emerges from among the young! I never expected that Asura would produce such a person. I say, since we've surrendered, you don't need to go back to Asura."

"Come to the Dragon King Kingdom and become a duke with your own fiefdom. I think the Conflict Zone is pretty good, it's big and nice, what do you think?"

That's very direct and shameless.

They were so shameless that even Parkus's expression changed.

How can this person be so shameless?

Those adventurers who had been pretending to be calm in the face of Allen's sudden show of bravado could no longer remain calm and were somewhat tempted upon hearing this.

Allen looked at the unperturbed smile on Chagall's face and said, "You know I hate war and there's no way I'd join the Dragon King Kingdom."

Parkus breathed a sigh of relief.

The adventurers covered their faces in embarrassment.

Chagall stroked his chin, a puzzled expression on his face:

"That's strange. You clearly had the chance to kill us, but you didn't. It's obvious you want to negotiate. Is it because you're not satisfied with the price? Or because the conflict zones aren't enough? How about adding the Kingdom of Xilong?"

Parkus clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, staring intently at Chagall.

The latter completely ignored Parkus, only staring intently at Allen.

Allen ignored Chagall, but turned to Pacus and blurted out something out of the blue:
Allen pressed further: "You just said you wanted to ask me to rescue the Eighteenth Princess from the Dragon King Kingdom? Then I would personally escort you back to Xilong, and then I would agree to your offer to become the first duke of the Xilong Republic?"

Pacus's face darkened upon hearing this, but Chagall chuckled.

"That's it? The first duke of Siron? That's it?"

Pakus gritted his teeth: "The conflict zone! We will conquer it sooner or later."

Allen waved his hand: "That's it?"

Pakus's forehead was beaded with sweat: "The Kingdom of Shanakia"

Allen shook his head again: "That's it?"

Parkus fell silent, staring at Allen, while Chagall across from him beamed with joy.

Allen chuckled and poked Popus in the heart with his finger: "You want me to do you a favor? You're such a coward? Be a little bolder."

Parkus paused, looking somewhat bewildered, while Chagall suddenly stopped smiling and stared at Allen with a stern face.

Then Allen held up two fingers and said to Pacus:
"That way, it doesn't matter if you have no idea or you're just being reserved and not offering any suggestions."

I'll give you two choices:

1. As per your request, I will send you back to Xilong.

Regarding the reforms you mentioned, I will use Asura's power to help you, which should greatly alleviate some of the resistance.

Of course, considering the many dissenting voices that will arise, when I send you back, I'll be a bit more aggressive and help you ascend the throne on the spot.

Parkus looked at Allen's slightly parted lips, and after a long while, he said:
"This is...too fast! You mean you want me to usurp the throne and persuade my father to abdicate? Um, I mean, isn't this...a bit too radical?"

Allen nodded:

"Too radical? Okay, then let's move on to the second, more conservative approach:"
You, Pakus, can directly ascend the throne in the Kingdom of King Dragon and begin reforms. After all, the Kingdom of Xilon is a vassal state of the Kingdom of King Dragon, so isn't this a perfect opportunity to include it?

That way you won't have to have a falling out with your father, and everyone's happy.

Pacus paused, staring blankly at Allen:

"what??"

(End of this chapter)