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

Chapter 526 Setting up a trap
"Please help me, everyone, kill Allen Boreas Greirat."

Leonard von Gingerdulagan leaned forward and spoke these words under Chagall's narrowed gaze.

The latter was not shocked by the presence of the priests of Milis, but rather by the fact that the presence of the high priests of Milis here meant what promise Leonardo had made to the Milis Papal faction.
Once this plea is made, regardless of whether Allen Boreas Greirat is alive or dead, Milis can use his power to intimidate others.

—It was the ruler of your Wanglong Kingdom who begged us to help you. Now that we have helped, your king's misjudgment of the situation caused the circumstances to change, and we even lost four high priests.

Just because we didn't succeed, you can wipe the slate clean of what you promised us?

Chagall stared intently at Leonardo's retreating figure, feeling that the king had become increasingly unfamiliar with him over the years as he spent more time sleeping.

Perhaps we shouldn't have supported him to ascend the throne back then!

The high priest, with blond hair that covered half his face, merely glanced at Chagall's appearance:
"Your country's general seems to distrust us."

Leonardo narrowed his eyes: "I am the king."

Seeing Chagall's increasingly grim expression, the high priest chuckled and pulled out a scroll from behind him.

It was spread out in front of the two of them with a whoosh.

Chagall and Leonardo looked at the same time.

The surface was covered with dense writing; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be all of Allen's past 'heroic deeds'.

—It records all the opponent's combat performances, combat skills, behavior, and personality analysis that have been witnessed by others.

The high priest looked down at the dossier: "All the information about Allen Boreas Grellat that the Adventurers' Guild has collected is here. Although I am very dissatisfied with some of the members of the Adventurers' Guild who worship him, it is precisely because of these actions that we have been able to collect such detailed information."

Allen Boreas Grellat, the Spellsword Master.

In terms of swordsmanship: Water God Style, Sword God Style, and Northern God Style are all above the Emperor level.

The Water God Style has mastered the Sky-Sweeping Slash, which is derived from the Sword Realm of Deprivation. It has a very strong ability to control the field within a fifty-meter radius centered on it.

The Sword God Style has mastered a more powerful and faster slash than the Sword God Style Light Katana recorded in the temple's records. Within a hundred meters, the opponent's attack range is within the instantaneous strike of the sword.

While Beishenliu did not master the most unpredictable combat techniques of the Qiba School, his grasp of Beishenliu's cunning and treacherous style of doing things was so high that he was almost at the top level of the Qiba School.

The Wind Sword style of the Ghost Swordsmanship, he disappeared for two years after the Archipelago Incident. It is speculated that he used this time to train, combining wind magic with swordsmanship, and learned the Ghost Swordsmanship Idazled's life-long masterpiece 'Wind Thrust', making up for his weakness of not having long-range sword attacks.

Using this technique, he remotely killed the First Prince from the second floor of the Adventurers' Guild, which was three kilometers away from the podium.

In terms of magic: He possesses an almost enviable talent for the Four Divine Arts under my Milis healing magic system, but healing magic involves the secrets of my temple, which I will not go into detail about.

As for attack magic…

At this point, he spoke, his face turning almost deathly pale:

"This is utter nonsense. According to records, they have never used any attack magic of Emperor level or above."

However, he was extremely adept at using the immense magical power within him to amplify the power of these low-level spells to the Emperor-level. He was exceptionally talented, but he didn't cherish his magical talent, focusing solely on swordsmanship. His most proficient spell was actually the most mana-intensive and least effective wind-based spell, which was also to complement 'Wind Thrust'.

At this point, the priest realized he had gone off-topic, so he pursed his lips and swallowed the sour taste in his mouth.

"In conclusion, being the fifth of the seven great powers is well-deserved."

Chagall glanced at Leonardo, whose face was pale and who was clenching his fists, and frowned, saying, "What's the point of saying all this now? It only makes it seem like Allen Boreas Greirat is invincible."

"Unbeatable?" the high priest scoffed.

"There can only be one savior, and that is Saint Milis. Does someone of this caliber deserve to be called a savior? It's laughable."

Chagall glanced at the high priest with great surprise, his eyes filled with a mocking look that seemed to say, "Why are you so confident when you are so ordinary?"

You think you're worthy of defeating Randolph the Grim Reaper, whom you recruited yourself, the second generation of the Northern Gods, the leader of the Northern Gods' main dojo in Weibang, and the third generation of the Northern Gods who possessed the King Dragon Sword?

Leonardo slammed his hand on the stone table in front of him, knocking over his teacup and spilling scalding tea all over his hands.

The king, oblivious to the situation, simply looked at the high priest and asked, "Then how can we defeat him? I beg for your wise advice."

The high priest raised a finger and began, "Distance is Allen Boreas Grellat's weakness."

Chagall laughed: "Distance? Three thousand meters away?"

The high priest ignored him and slowly began to explain:

"Allen Boreas Grellatt is skilled in close-quarters sword fighting."

At long range, he relies on his exceptional magical talent and magical reserves, with only one spell that can only be cast using wind magic, 'Wind Strike', and some simple attack spells.

How can we defeat him? Naturally, we must avoid his strengths and attack his weaknesses, tearing his fragile body apart from his sight with powerful magic.

Chagall smiled again, with an expression that said, "You tell me, I'm listening."

The high priest suddenly turned to look at him, speaking very quickly: "The general is going to bring up the legion-level flash flame that Qidi was able to block."
That's right, the opponent did indeed rely on attack magic to neutralize the legion-level attack magic, but that just proved his weakness. Didn't General Chagall do the same thing?
By using Lord Randolph's Hollow Eye, they attempted to block the other party's magical abilities in order to achieve the purpose of secure spying.

However, it was only because Lord Randolph's Eye of the Void was limited, and the opponent's magical reserves far exceeded expectations, that all their efforts were in vain, wasn't it?

Chagall's face stiffened, and he seemed to remember something, his smile fading.

The high priest laughed: "It seems the general isn't stupid. I know you want to ask me why? I'll tell you."

He reached out and brushed aside the hair that covered half of his face.

Below is a demonic eye that flashes with an eerie yellow light.

"With my 'Amplifying Mystic Eye', I can amplify the Mystic Eye's power of its wielder to the level of being able to personally interact with the Demon Emperor, Chihirika."

In this way, Lord Randolph's Eye of the Void ability can be enhanced, solidifying all the magic within the Void Barrier into a stagnant pool, preventing anyone within the Void Barrier from using their own magic to connect with the magic in the air and release spells.

Chagall met his gaze, and after a moment slowly said, "Then, from an extremely long distance, you will unleash a legion-level attack spell of sufficient scale to level the hundred-kilometer radius where Allen Boreas Grellat is standing."

"Would this create a predicament for Allen Boreas Greirat similar to Chidi's, and strip him of his magical abilities?"

The high priest let down his hair: "Yes."

"But magic is stagnant within the barrier of emptiness, so how can your magic work?"

The high priest pulled a shimmering magic scroll from his sleeve: "The latest achievement of the Knights of Milis, the Emperor-level magic scroll 'Flame of Light'. I heard that some people in the Northern Divine Stream have begun to imitate this little thing, but their methods are too clumsy, and they will never be able to draw this magic circle properly, let alone remotely control it."

As he spoke, he broke the scroll in two, amidst the raised eyebrows of Chagall and Leonardo. "There is a pair of scrolls, which can be activated remotely. As long as twenty scrolls are buried underground beforehand, they can amplify Lord Randolph's Void Eye and form a Void Barrier."

I activated the scrolls, drawing upon the magic in the air to summon a spell. However, due to the stagnant magic of the Void Barrier, the two scrolls' summoning spells could not be linked, and there would be no magic fluctuations. Even with his high level of mastery of the Flowing Technique, Allen Boreas Grellat could not detect it at all.

Then, once he steps into the very center of the trap, all we need to do is cancel the Barrier of Void. Before Allen Boreas Grellat can even unleash magic to counteract the trap's power, which is ten times that of a Legion-level Flash Flame, his fragile body will be directly threatened by the burst of magical energy.

Finally, in the blink of an eye before he could react…

At this point, the high priest, who had so far seemed like a normal person, revealed a fanatical expression, waving his hands wildly:

"Bang! Explosion! That's art! He'll turn to ashes! Turn to ashes! Haha!! How about that??"

Chagall looked astonished.

Leonardo, however, became excited: "That's it! It's a perfect plan! So how do we lure Allen Boreas Greirat into the trap?"

The high priest suddenly stopped smiling and moved closer to Leonardo with a sinister look:

"Of course, it's about using yourself and your palace as bait. Is there any method that can lull the King of the Dragon Kingdom into a trap more than the fact that he is already in one?"

Leonardo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly a smile appeared on his lips:

"I see."

The high priest straightened his back and pulled in his stomach, as if his earlier lapse in composure had nothing to do with him. He made a gesture of greeting from Milis and chanted in an ethereal tone:
May the gods protect us.

While Chagall remained silent with his eyes downcast, Leonardo made the same gesture:
May the gods protect us.

-

It was almost night when Chagall left the palace.

Of course, everything that needed to be prepared was ready inside the palace.

He also left the palace with an invitation.

The message was an invitation to Allen Boreas Greirat and Pacus Cyron to a dinner at the royal palace.

Very polite, very eager, even somewhat obsequious.

They seemed eager to eliminate Allen as a threat immediately.

Of course, Parcus Cilon wasn't on the original invitation list at all.

—This was added by Chagall himself, abusing his authority.

The carriage wheels rolled on, and Chagall turned his head to look out the window at the silhouette of the royal city against the evening glow.

The royal city, resembling an ancient castle, has been repaired at great expense over the years, but sadly, after tonight, it will be reduced to ruins.

He remained silent, silent, until a hoarse voice from inside the carriage beside him reached his ears:

“If you really want to use my Void Eye to help those priests, I can leave Vebon immediately if you are unwilling.”

Randolph sat upright inside the carriage, a stark contrast to Chagall's bandit-like posture.

Chagall glanced at Randolph: "What? You can't bear to see Pacus die?"

Randolph nodded: "It's really hard to let him go. It's rare to meet someone who truly appreciates my cooking skills. It would be such a pity for him to die like this."

Chagall stared intently at Randolph's face.

The latter changed the subject: "However, we assassins value our reputation the most. You spent so much money to hire me, so I will listen to you during my term as the vice commander of the Black Dragon Knights."

Chagall snorted coldly, feigning nonchalance: "Last time you said it was before I died, this time it's during my term, what about next time? Besides, you're not putting in any effort, you just don't kill people if you feel they're 'difficult to kill,' right?"

Randolph chuckled and said, "Objectively speaking, I can't kill him, and there's nothing I can do about it. But don't worry, we have a bond. If I don't kill him, I naturally won't help him kill you either. That's fair."

Chagall wasn't annoyed. He waved his hand and said, "You've been worried about Pacus the whole time, but you haven't mentioned Allen Boreas Greirat at all. Do you think you can't kill him this time?"

Randolph raised his sunken eyeballs and looked at the sunroof of the carriage: "I also thought I could kill him, but it turned out to be just an illusion. But you, it's a pity that the palace behind you, which represents the glory of Kingdragagon's rise, hasn't received any response from you."

Chagall paused for a moment, glanced again at the towering castles and palace walls behind the carriage, resembling a city within a city, and then looked away.
"If this method can really kill Allen Boreas Grellatt, then this sacrifice will be worthwhile."

"What if it doesn't work?"

Chagall snorted:
“Napacus is doomed too. This time Leonardo made a fool of himself and dragged the Milis Empire into it. It’s a good opportunity to shift the blame and buy me time to regroup.”

-

Next to the Hokushin-ryu main dojo, two blocks away on the flower street, there is a very popular restaurant.

Inside the private rooms on the third floor.

Allen looked at Bei Er, who was beaming and eager to lead him on some serious entertainment activities, and then glanced at Bei San's twitching face. His expression was quite interesting.

"Brother? Why are you covering my eyes?"

Aisha's eyes were suddenly covered by Allen, and she kept rubbing her little face against Allen's palm.

Allen covered himself up even tighter.

Before them, the waitresses and girls who had just entered were dressed very scantily.

How cool is it?

They were all smiling and holding up their naked breasts, with delicate, small, and precariously placed dishes piled up in the full cleavage.

Trembling, trembling.

It's as if making a big move will lead to falling into an abyss.

The girls' eyes were like water, fixed on Allen's handsome face. Amidst the applause of the Second Northern God, who exclaimed, "That's right, that's what entertainment should be like!" they sweetly called out to Allen:

"Please enjoy your meal. We do not provide knives, forks, or chopsticks. Thank you for your understanding."

(End of this chapter)