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

Chapter 521 The Six-Sided World Also Has Its Own Florida

The Kingdom of Wanglong, the most frequently mentioned country in the Legend of the Northern Gods, is the origin of the forty-eight demonic swords scattered throughout the world.

It is extremely famous.

Despite its many anecdotes and overall architectural style that leans towards the 'Eastern', this country doesn't place much emphasis on tradition, instead giving it a melting pot feel, much like an international metropolis.

"Aphrodisiac, aphrodisiac, want a bottle?"

"Can I try some?"

"Don't joke around, buddy, how can you taste this stuff? Buy it if you want, otherwise forget it."

"How am I supposed to know the effect if you don't let people try it? This isn't a shop, how can people trust you?"

"You, fine, you try it!"

"It's not working!"

"impossible?"

"Don't believe me? Touch it."

"What the hell?! It really doesn't work? Wait, let me try it, it's working, isn't it?!"

"impossible?"

"Don't believe me? Touch it."

"Let me touch it, and you know what, it really works."

Allen:
He watched as the buyers and sellers of aphrodisiacs touched each other by the roadside, and silently turned Aisha's head back from where she was looking.

The streets of the Dragon Kingdom are not as wide as those of Asura. Most of the buildings along the streets are houses with courtyards enclosed by walls, and many of them have smoke rising from their chimneys and blacksmith shops inside making clanging noises.

There are many sword dojos, including the Sword God School, Water God School, and Northern God School, but according to Clem, most of them are low-level dojos opened by high-level swordsmen.

The shops were mostly set up with tents and vendors hawking their wares on the street, giving Allen the illusion of strolling through a night market after school in his previous life.

Seeing that Aisha had stopped looking around aimlessly, Allen turned back to look at what was in front of him.
The main dojo of the Hokushinryu school.

It was still a large house with a courtyard. The gate was grand, with a huge plaque hanging above it. The walls on both sides were high, but not very regular. They were made of bluestone with flowing water patterns on them, and there was some moss where they met the ground.

Allen pointed at the plaque and asked Bei San, "Are you sure this is the main dojo of the Northern Divine School, and not your home?"

Bei San looked somewhat embarrassed and touched his cheek as he said, "My home is the main dojo of the Bei Shenliu School."

Allen nodded: "That makes sense."

Before them, the plaque above the gate did not read "Northern Divine Stream Main Dojo," but instead bore two large characters.

--hero.

It's very difficult to decipher; if the handwriting were any more illegible, humans wouldn't be able to recognize it.

It was written by a handsome, middle-aged man who was born into the demon race and whose mother was an illiterate demon king. Even those who showed it to Allen were somewhat numb to it.

He looked at it for a long time, hesitated for a long time about whether to step through the door, and finally made up his mind.

"Go in. Shall we knock? Or do we need a visiting card?"

Bei San shook his head: "I haven't been back for a long time, so I shouldn't need to."

Behind him, adventurers from the Northern God School cheered, "No need! The Northern God School's main dojo doesn't have so many rules. Everyone is more free and it's also safer. Mr. Allen can just push the door open and go in!"

Allen stepped forward and, under the intense gazes of the group behind him, pushed open the door with a creak.

He had just taken a step when everything went blurry before his eyes, and a sudden burst of wind pressure exploded in front of Allen! With a whoosh, the clothes of everyone around him were blown about.

The swordsmen of the Northern Divine Stream, radiant with secret swordsmanship, quickly squinted and looked ahead.

Allen was seen holding two huge solid iron balls, each over a meter in diameter, in each hand, looking up expressionlessly at the chains at the ends of the balls.

The iron chain hanging from the iron mechanism at the top of the gate was clicking and clacking on the roller mechanism.

Allen turned his head to look at the elite subordinates of the Secret Sword Radiance behind him.

The good subordinates looked around nervously, pretending nothing had happened.

Yes, an adventurer team is an adventurer team. Their respect for Allen is genuine, and their love of entertainment is something they can't change.

Living in constant life-or-death situations, few people act seriously when they have free time.

At this point, their true colors were revealed.

Alexander III, the Northern God, covered his face, revealing an embarrassed expression.

Allen tossed the two solid iron balls back to their original position, then turned to look at everyone: "It's pretty safe here. No wonder anyone can just come in like that. If you weren't from the Northern Divine Stream, you'd be coughing up blood by now. How do you guys usually get in?"

The Northern God Stream adventurer behind Allen chuckled, looking completely at ease, and pointed to the high wall next to the courtyard gate: "The Qiba Sect naturally doesn't follow the usual path, so of course we'll climb over the wall, right?"

Allen pinched the bridge of his nose: "Hesitation."

He looked into the courtyard.

A huge bluestone slab, about two meters long and one meter wide, stretched forward from his feet, and a building stood about fifty meters away.

The two-story pavilion, with its upturned eaves, looks quite impressive and has a solemn feel to it.

But
Allen pointed to the rows of tiled houses on either side of the stone slabs in the courtyard, where the sounds of clanging and jingling could be heard from time to time:
"What are these then?"

The adventurer behind: "Mr. Allen, did you hear those noises inside?"

Allen raised an eyebrow: "Forging? The blades of the swords at the Hokushin-ryu main dojo are forged by the swordsmen themselves."

Allen stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

Because he saw thick black smoke billowing from the house next door, and then two ninjas suddenly darted out of the two houses next door, nimbly and skillfully darted into the windows, and dragged the people inside out.

The man was lying on the ground, his eyes and mouth crooked.

It looks like she's been drugged by the smoke bomb. Aisha:
Clem:
The fundamentalists in the North Third District pretend not to see it.

Allen's lips twitched, and he understood.

These rooms aren't for blacksmithing; they're for manufacturing those low-class hidden weapons of the Northern Divine School.

The group remained silent for a while, watching helplessly as the man, foaming at the mouth, was carried out.

The men carrying the person were puzzled for a moment as they passed by the crowd, but when they saw the Northern God III, they smiled very kindly.

He waved his hand to indicate that everyone should not worry.

But Allen looked at the Northern God Swordsman and saw that he was about to die, and he didn't think he was alright at all.

The situation was kept under control for a long time, until Bei San seemed to feel embarrassed and told everyone to leave.

"Let's go."

at this time!

Suddenly, a person jumped out of the house to the right of Allen and the others.

Allen's strikingly black hair, a rarity in the world, made him appear exceptionally approachable, swaying from side to side as he ran at high speed.

He was around fifty years old, and his appearance still retained some of the handsomeness of his youth. There were several deep wrinkles on his forehead, showing a steady and mature demeanor after experiencing many vicissitudes.

Paired with the elegant dark-colored robe he wore, he was a handsome older man with a certain charm.

then
The other person suddenly sprang to their feet and fell face-first to the ground in front of Allen.

Allen/Aisha/Clem/North 3: ? ? ?
Then they heard the other person yell, "Get down!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the Northern God Stream adventurers behind Allen changed drastically! They all immediately lay down in unison with a rustling sound!

Only a few magicians and adventurers from other schools remained, looking puzzled.

Just then, Allen suddenly looked up at the house from which the other person had run out.

The next instant, blinding white light spilled out from the windows and open doorways of the house!

A dazzling firework, twenty meters in diameter, burst forth from the building, instantly expanding into a blazing explosion of flames, accompanied by a visible shockwave that rippled outwards!

!!!!!!boom!!!!!!

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The blinding white light lasted for three seconds, and the turbulence continued. Rubble, bricks, beams, window sills, and door panels crashed onto the ground.

The commotion caused by the explosion finally subsided.

The handsome man in his fifties lay on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief. He scratched his head and found that there was no gravel or dust as he had expected. Instead, he heard a fierce gust of wind coming from somewhere.

He looked up in surprise, staring at what was in front of him.

Allen simply extended one hand forward, using 5% of his magic power to create a massive whirlwind that enveloped an area of ​​twenty meters in radius, forming a protective shield.

The adventurers under the protective shield stared at him with expressions of horror, as if they had seen their grandmother who had been dead for many years.

The Northern God II—Shandur von Grandauer—blinked and then laughed heartily.

"Oh, Allen, you've arrived just in time! You've saved so many lives! Haha!"

Allen's eyes twitched as he looked at the Second Northern God, who had taught him the Northern God Style for over a month when he was young.

"Long time no see, how have you been, old Deng?"

The Second Prince of the North scrambled to his feet, staring at the complex gazes of over two hundred people, and patted Allen on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, looking him up and down:
"Your hair color has changed, and your appearance is quite different from when you were a child, but those sharp eyebrows and eyes are still the same as before. What, have you made up your mind? Are you going to abandon that guy Leda and join my Qiba faction? Uh, wait, what does Old Deng mean?"

Allen stopped his breath spell, dust flying in the air, along with his unwavering refusal: "Old Deng is a common honorific title used by the Asura people. Besides, I can't join the Qiba faction at all."

The Third Prince of the Northern Gods touched the dust off his face expressionlessly: "Father, what were you doing just now?"

Looking at Alexander's expressionless face, the second king of the North paused slightly and coughed lightly, "Uh, it was a small experiment. A little fellow asked me to bestow upon him the title of King of the North, so I wanted to see the results of his experiment, and that's how it is."

He then turned and looked at the blast center, now completely leveled, with his hands on his hips. He grunted, ran over, dragged a charred corpse from the rubble, and said with a look of regret:

"Indeed, this magic circle trap that incorporates the Flash Flame Magic is quite powerful, but it is difficult to control. I, the Northern King, am unable to bestow it upon you, but I can bestow it upon you, Northern Saint. Spuru, from now on you will be the new Northern Saint of the Northern God Stream Dojo."

The charred corpse's leg snapped off with a crack and fell to the ground.

It looks like they're expressing their gratitude.

Aisha:
Clem:
Adventurers:
Beside Allen, the Northern God III rubbed his face with both hands. He wanted to have a good talk with his father, but with Allen around, he could only pretend that he didn't know the old man in front of him.

Is this thing really called Kitakami-ryu?
Blow yourself up and the enemy at the same time? What kind of Northern Saint of the Northern Divine School's main dojo is that?
Alan, however, found it both utterly absurd and perfectly reasonable.

—The promotion methods of the Qiba Sect are so simple, straightforward and direct.

If the 'trap' is well-made, then it naturally reflects the strength of the Qiba Sect!
What? You accidentally blew yourself up too?

Forget about all that, just tell me how powerful it is!

At this moment, Allen watched as the Second Northern God scratched his head, seemingly struggling with how to deal with the corpse of the Northern Saint.

He felt that he was indeed not destined to be associated with the Hokushinryu main dojo.

because.

The main dojo of the Northern Divine School does not support idle people like themselves who engage in trivial squabbles with gods and humans.

They're all a bunch of brilliant but weaklings.

grass.

(End of this chapter)