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

Chapter 524 Opening the Valley

The energy released by the sword aura was compressed within the body, and the result of its release at once was:

—At this moment, the hilltop that had just appeared lush with vegetation in everyone's eyes has disappeared.

Because it was released from the combined impact of millions of avalanches, the exposed ground did not resemble the clean and sharp cut of something severed by a normal slash.

The intense kinetic energy naturally caused intense friction, and the high heat scorched the somewhat cool autumn wind as if it were rolling summer air. The uprooted ground was charred black, and the moment some plant roots that had penetrated deep into the ground were exposed to the light of day, they were immediately evaporated and turned into black charcoal.

Orange flames still lingered above.

The adventurers who had been far away rushed over and stood frozen beside Allen, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

The Second Northern God stood amidst a blaze of flames, his figure surrounded by distorted and leaping air.

He slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and then, amidst the crackling sound of flames licking charcoal, his voice danced along with the flames:
"Hold the sword in your right hand and the hilt in your left."

"Summoned by these two arms, I grant you the life of almost everything in the universe, and bestow upon you death."

"This is the ultimate strike."

With a crack, the flames flickered, and the charred, burning wooden sword in his hand was blown away by the wind, turning into smoke and dust that swirled around his waist.

The Second King of the North Gods lowered his head slightly, looked at the charcoal ash slowly falling to the ground in front of him, and smiled with satisfaction.

Turning his head, his expression turned serious again as he looked at Allen and the surrounding adventurers who were still in shock and marveling at the immense destructive power of the Absolute Slash:

"how?"

The adventurers were still stunned and didn't know how to react, but some people were very supportive.

Allen immediately clapped his hands and looked at Bei Er in amazement: "Unexpected, yet reasonable. It still has the familiar practical style of Bei Shen Liu, violent aesthetics, full of numerical beauty. I really like this kind of swordsmanship. No wonder he is a man who can be my master."

Bei Er was overjoyed: "You finally agreed?"

Allen added, "Unfortunately, I already have a mentor."

The old man from Bei Er's face fell.

When Allen mentioned the word "numerical value," the Northern God III beside him looked slightly confused, but he did not show any fear. He pretended to understand and nodded in agreement: "This is the true Northern God style, much better than those messy things from the Qiba Sect."

Although the old man had a long face, one could still see a subtle smugness in his eyes as he listened to Allen's flattery.

Then, the aged, immature teenager flashed to Allen's side, glancing first at the Northern God III:
“Alex, you’re still as good at crushing my good mood as a father as ever. But even now, do you still think the Chiba faction is insignificant?”

Alexander remained silent; he was too lazy to argue with his father. Back then, it was precisely because the argument couldn't reach a conclusion that it escalated into a fierce quarrel, which led to his departure from the Hokushinryu Dojo.

Beishen III angrily berated his father for betraying the Beishen School and giving him the Wanglong Sword, which represented the Beishen School, while saying, "Swords only trap people's minds."

baffling.

In the eyes of the Third Prince of the Northern Gods, this completely revealed that the other party had abandoned the Northern Gods School and turned to the Qiba Sect.

Even at this point, the Third Prince of the Northern Gods did not intend to leave the Northern God Sect's main dojo; his son was still thinking of restoring order.

Then, after listening to his son's complaints, the Second King of the North Gods not only offered no explanation, but also looked at the King Dragon Sword that the Third King of the North Gods had just grasped, saying, "I always felt something was off when I held the King Dragon Sword. Now I understand, the strength under the name of the North God doesn't belong to me, but to the King Dragon Sword."

This infuriated Alexander, who had just inherited the title of the Northern God.

So you bestowed the title of Northern God upon me because the King Dragon Sword came into my hands, not because my strength reached the standard of the Northern God, right?
The Qiba School?
Go play by yourself.

Looking at Alexander's expression, King Bodhisattva II instantly understood what the other was thinking. He remained silent for a moment before speaking:
"Alex, that sword is too powerful. As long as I have the King Dragon Sword, no matter how huge the monster, how agile the creature, or how skilled the warrior in defense, none of them can match me. Through countless tricks, I became a hero by relying on the power of the King Dragon Sword."

But when I stopped to reflect on the past, I realized I had become too reliant on that sword. Was Alex Lakeby, the Northern God Kalman II, truly powerful without the Dragon King Sword?
Realizing this, I found that I no longer had the will to fight with the King Dragon Sword.

Therefore, I wish to entrust 'the Northern God as a hero' to you, while I will go and spread the teachings of 'Kalman I, the Northern God.'

Alexander suddenly frowned: "Grandpa's teachings? Is the Qiba Sect Grandpa's teaching?"

The Second King of the Northern Gods nodded: "Yes, in fact, the Qiba Sect was also a path pioneered by the First King of the Northern Gods, but it was only in my hands that it was carried forward and developed."

Bei San looked at the Wanglong Sword in his hand: "But in my opinion, the Qiba Sect's kind of thing doesn't even qualify as swordsmanship."

Bei Er laughed: "Then was my fatal strike just now swordsmanship? Did I use a blade? So, does swordsmanship originate from the heart, or does it depend on a sword? And is a strong person strong because they possess a good sword, or is a strong person simply strong?"

Bei San wanted to refute, but after glancing at Allen beside him and then at the secret sword at Allen's waist that was inferior to even the magic sword, besides the magic absorption sword, he suppressed his urge to argue.

Allen watched the father and son, listening to their conversation, which was similar to that in the original work, and silently complained to himself, "How did this turn into a family drama?"

Unexpectedly, Bei Er changed the subject and looked at Allen, continuing:

“Allen, these are the beliefs I want to pass on to you as well. The reason why the strong are strong is because they are strong in themselves. For example, the Dragon God Orsteed that you want to challenge. Although I have only seen him twice, there is no doubt that he does not carry any sword at all. He can complete all his attacks with just his hand blade.”

Allen's lips twitched: Are you two, father and son, putting on a two-person show?

Or they might completely disregard weapons, carrying a stick and proclaiming that "an inch longer, an inch stronger," insisting on relying on themselves rather than weapons.

Alternatively, a set of sword techniques could be built around the characteristics of divine weapons; without the Wanglong Sword, more than half of the means of fighting would be rendered useless.

While swordsmen should prioritize honing their skills, using a powerful weapon well is certainly an added bonus. Why is it being presented in such a black-and-white way?

Moreover, Olsteed does not rely on weapons?

Come on, this bastard wields the 'Divine Blade,' the world's number one killing weapon, but it consumes too much mana. He doesn't use it normally. If it didn't consume mana, we'd see if he would even use it.

Moreover, his refusal to use other weapons clearly indicates that he doesn't value them, rather than that he doesn't want to use them.

Despite his inner grumbling, he had no intention of getting involved in the debate between the father and son, two stubborn, immature men, so he quickly changed the subject:

"What about Alexander's 'final strike'?"

The father and son from Beishen both glanced at Wang Longjian, and Alexander spoke up:
"The essence of the Absolute Slash is to suppress the avalanche of thousands of times within the body, accumulate power, and then release it all at once after accumulating enormous power. However, the speed is too slow, and it will cause damage to the body, affecting the flexibility of subsequent battles. Therefore, I have improved the Absolute Slash."

By relying on the gravity magic inherent in the Wanglong Sword, several avalanche strikes can be rapidly released in a short period. The gravity magic compresses the sword energy of the avalanche strikes to its maximum, and then releases it suddenly, resulting in a highly efficient and devastating strike that can be unleashed in a short time.

The second prince of the Northern Gods, acting as the father, laughed heartily, and then used his power to undermine him:

"Is it because you, Alex, haven't mastered the technique of reversing Avalanche Fall and then confining the dissipated battle aura within your body? Besides, you're afraid of pain."

Bei San's temples bulged with veins: "No!"

Aisha glanced at Beisan in surprise: "You're actually afraid of pain? Aisha isn't afraid of pain at all~"

Allen raised an eyebrow: "You're afraid of pain? I think you died quite calmly, with a resolute expression on your face."

Northern God II was taken aback: "When he died?"

The voice of the Northern God III suddenly rose: "So that's why I'm not afraid of pain at all! Otherwise, why didn't I blink when Lord Allen killed me so many times?"

Northern God II: "So many times?"

Aisha couldn't stand anyone showing off in front of Allen, and she had disliked Alexander from the beginning. Seeing this, she widened her eyes and taunted, "Is that so great? I can do it without even blinking."

Bei San frowned at Ai Xia: "You're not the one who died, so why are you talking such big words?"

Aisha: "Who said that?" She only managed to utter two words before her expression paused slightly. She glanced at Allen beneath her, wrapped her arms around his neck, and chuckled, "Can't kids talk big? If you're not afraid of pain, why are you so concerned?"

Allen waved his hand and, to Aisha's horror, pulled her off him.

He then set it aside and said to Bei San, "I'll give it a try. To be honest, I've been curious about the Absolute Slash for a long time."

Both North Third and North Second were taken aback.

The former felt that while Allen was undoubtedly a genius, could he really understand it by just watching a few times and then trying it out? Should he be given a proper explanation of the techniques? But wouldn't that make Allen feel like he was looking down on him?
The latter felt that although Allen was undoubtedly a genius, how could he be so arrogant? He could learn the Absolute Slash after only watching it a few times? Well, this is a good opportunity to let him experience the strength of the Northern God Style. If he can't learn it, wouldn't he be begging to become his disciple, escape from the Water God Style's main dojo, and abandon the darkness for the light?
Aisha silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Subsequently.

North Two: "Give him the sword." / North Three: "Here's the sword for you."

The father and son exchanged a glance and then looked away.

Allen stared at the hilt of the Dragon King Sword, then reached out and touched it. The instant he gripped the hilt, Allen suddenly felt a fluctuation in his magic power within his senses. Streams of extremely subtle magical energy surged from his arm, flowing through the hilt and into the Dragon King Sword.

The next instant, the sword seemed to come alive in Allen's senses.

It's like an extra organ, an arm, a sense of touch, a piece of perception that Allen suddenly gained.

It was alive and kicking in Allen's mind, asking a question:
"Shall we use gravity magic?"

A thought crossed Allen's mind, and the next moment, he turned his gaze in surprise to look at North Three, North Two, and Aisha beside him.

The three men's feet were already dangling in the air, and they were looking at him with different expressions.

Allen instantly understood: the Dragon King's bones were a unique kind of magic circle. His knowledge, his talent, and his intuition for gravity magic were all stored in his spinal cord. Now, Allen, with his highly sensitive magical perception, easily mastered gravity magic through this bone.

Allen planted the sword in the ground and let go.

All three shoes touched the ground at the same time.

At the same time, the strange sense of flattery that Allen felt from Wang Longjian's "Please use me with all your might" vanished instantly.

Sure enough, it wasn't that I learned gravity magic; it was just that this 'remote control' was too convenient.

With this thought in mind, he gripped the sword hilt again, but this time he suppressed his senses and did not cast gravity magic on the people around him.

Instead, it acts on itself.

The next moment, Allen floated up, looking with great interest at his feet, which were hanging in mid-air and dangling naturally.

With a thought, it floated towards the scorched ground ahead, amidst the horrified gazes of Bei San and Bei Er.

Bei San and Bei Er exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

It's not surprising that Wang Longjian can use gravity magic.

Strangely, Allen's control is lacking. When ordinary people wield the King Dragon Sword, they often fail to grasp the technique and end up using large-scale gravity magic, resulting in a chaotic situation where their magic power is exhausted and they collapse to the ground.

Allen's ability to use gravity magic so precisely on his very first try was beyond their expectations.

In that short time, Allen had already arrived at the location where the Northern God II had been.

He gripped the Wanglong Sword and closed his eyes.

The fighting spirit within his body began to boil like a stagnant pool of water.

The avalanche fragments were continuously released and dissipated by him. Just as they were about to detach from his skin, they were swept up and pressed back into his body by the flow of profound meaning.

So, the cycle repeats.

*Sigh.*
Numerous cracked wounds appeared on his arm, and then healed at the speed of light under the effect of the healing magic circle on the Dragon Saint Battle Qi Crystal in his abdomen.

A relentless, tearing pain engulfed Allen's body like a tidal wave. He frowned deeply, and after enduring twenty seconds of excruciating pain as if being slowly sliced ​​apart by a thousand knives, a sense of numbness towards pain washed over his brain.

It's a strange feeling that makes you want to sleep.

But at the same time, a somewhat noisy, yet indistinguishable, buzzing sound entered his ears.

Allen opened his eyes.

Then a number popped into Allen's mind.

- 2873.

Nearly three thousand avalanche falls have accumulated a terrifying amount of power within his body.

Even the magic power within Allen's body began to become disordered due to the wind and battle aura that shared the same origin.

The fighting spirit stretched his skin so much that it felt like it was about to detach from his body. Allen felt like a balloon filled with air, ready to burst if poked with a needle.

At that moment, the instant he opened his eyes, he realized that the ground around him had been plowed with ripple-like cracks by the traces of battle qi that he had involuntarily released.

The incessant buzzing noise in his ears was pieced back together in his constantly healing and damaged cochlea.

Someone is shouting loudly:
"Allen! Release him now!!"

Allen suddenly turned around and saw Bei Er running towards him anxiously, but even with Allen's ultimate flow of energy, he was only jogging.

Two lines of tears fell from his eyes as he turned his head to the side.

Plop, it dripped onto the ground.

Allen looked down.

is blood.

He realized that numbness was not adaptation, but a signal that the body's nerves had reached their limit.

The healing magic circle made him ignore the limits of his body's endurance.

He squinted.

- 3128.

Row.

It's time to let it out.

The next moment! !

Gravity magic was suddenly released! But because Allen's nerves had become numb, he couldn't control it well, and it spread to a range of tens of meters!
The North Second Brigade rushed over at high speed and was immediately knocked off balance.

He then abruptly raised his head and saw that Allen's eyes were bloodshot and that he was holding the Dragon King Sword.

As if unable to maintain the stability of the Wanglong Sword, it casually threw the sword into the sky with a careless motion!
!!!!boom!!!!

The violent battle aura slammed the Second Prince of the North Gods to the ground, and the resulting avalanche instantly tore his body to shreds.

Bei San, who was following behind Bei Shen II, braked suddenly. Then he saw the chaotic shockwaves of battle qi coming from the surface of his body being slammed into the ground by some force, almost tearing apart his nose and landing a few dozen centimeters in front of him.

Boom! !

The hillside centered on Allen shook violently, and the entire area within a radius of more than ten kilometers trembled violently. The intense shockwave seeped into the ground and spread throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom.

It turned into a man-made earthquake.

Even the capital city, located far away from here, could feel the tremors.

This turbulent, up-and-down shaking motion lasted for a full twenty seconds before subsiding.

During this process, the adventurers who were closest to the epicenter were shaken so badly that they could barely walk, but even so, they mustered all their strength and ran towards Allen's location.

Mr. Allen's swordsmanship practice is clearly flawed.

Could something have happened to him?
But when they finally arrived at the figure of Bei San, whose entire back was soaked with sweat, and Ai Xia's back, who floated up imperceptibly with her breath and ran faster than them, they all gaped in astonishment and looked at the so-called 'epicenter' area.

It was still within a two-kilometer radius of the area where the Second Northern God unleashed his ultimate strike for the first time.

It was still the familiar charred ground, still burning with flames.

But the difference is...
They looked down at the torn ground before them, the mud gushing down at their feet, and the deep, dark pit that had sunk in.

Smoke and dust filled the sky from the pit.

The original hilltop was forcibly carved down thirty meters deep by the immense stress.

It formed a valley that could only be created by the immense power of heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)