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

Chapter 529 Has the dust settled?

"General."

Beneath the ruins, on the chessboard, the battle between black and white pieces has already reached a one-sided conclusion.

Aisha's fair face stood in stark contrast to the charred ruins just a meter away.

Allen held the Divine Strike Technique, which he used for illumination, in one hand, and removed the other hand from the 'chariot' that had just been placed.

I don't know if it was because of the scorching flames or because the child was getting anxious about losing eight games in a row on the chessboard.

The little maid with bright red hair was covered in sweat, staring intently at the chessboard, then hastily wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He quickly moved the bishop next to the king on the chessboard back to provide support.

Allen casually used his 'chariot' to sweep her 'bishop' off the chessboard. Before the piece could fall, Allen grabbed it and knocked his own 'chariot' off the board with a 'thud,' placing his 'bishop' back in its original position.

"The pieces were placed too quickly; we should mount our warhorses now."

When Aisha saw that Allen had helped her take back a move and then reversed the chariot that had determined the outcome of the game, she was overjoyed and quickly mounted her horse as Allen instructed.

Then, at the speed of light, he was swallowed whole by the Queen, who had been lying in wait for a long time.

Aisha's innocent smile vanished instantly, followed by Ellen's leisurely voice reaching her ears:

"You believe everything I say, and you take advantage of every loophole I give you. How can you win a game like that? Look, you've got checkmate again."

Aisha's expression froze. She looked at her 'Queen,' which she had kept until the very end, hoping it would be the deciding factor. She placed her hand on the piece, calculated a few moves, but realized that no matter how she moved, it was a dead end. She glared at Allen:
"Brother is a liar!"

Allen laughed: "Where did I lie to you?"

"That step just now!"

"You were already in a dead end, and I gave you a way out, so why did I still lie to you?"

Aisha wildly grabbed her hair, looked at the few chess pieces left on her board, and screamed in a fit of rage:

"What kind of way out is this! You're clearly trying to capture all my pieces! Liar! Liar!"

Allen raised an eyebrow and pointed at Aisha's queen, asking in surprise, "Your queen clearly had a hidden trick up her sleeve, but I captured the key 'chariot' two moves ago, rendering it useless. With such a cunning opponent, I must capture as many of your pieces as possible to win, right?"

Otherwise, wouldn't I have fallen into your trap?

Aisha suddenly shut up, her expression returning to normal, and waved her hand: "Didn't you like falling for my trap? I'm not playing anymore! Boring!"

Allen ignored her cheating and instead raised his hand to slap away her little hand that was about to grab his 'chariot'. He picked up the chess piece to capture the one protecting the king in her hand, but Aisha glared at him and snatched it away in a flash, holding it in her hands: "I'm not playing anymore, why are you trying to capture my king! Brother, you're cheating!"

Seeing this, Allen could only shake his head helplessly.

"Lord Ai Allen," Parkus, who was sitting on pins and needles beside him, could no longer bear it and whispered a reminder.

Allen turned his gaze to the King of the Dragon Kingdom, who had been unusually silent ever since he and the other two were dug out alive, and the four high priests in Milis robes beside him.

The expressions on everyone's faces were varied and interesting, but no one made any further moves. They simply stood there, staring intently at the spotless area around Allen.

Including the guards surrounding the king.

Were they stunned?

No, I'm just too scared to move.

Allen chuckled at the sight: "Your Majesty, Leonard von Gingerdragán, would you like to continue this game?"

Leonardo's forehead was beaded with sweat. After a long while, he laughed heartily and said, "We're not playing anymore, of course we're not playing anymore! We concede defeat. Lord Allen is a superior chess player, why bother arguing with us?"

Allen curled his lip: "That's true. It's really tiring to play chess with you lousy chess players. Now that I've swept away all your pieces, where can He put His next move? What other divine move is waiting for me?"

Leonardo was taken aback and stared at Allen without saying a word.

Allen raised an eyebrow and glared at him: "Looks like you don't know anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leonardo took off running, but before he could even turn around and take two steps, a line of blood appeared on the top of his head, swept across his nose, reached his philtrum, passed through his chin, and traveled down to the armor beneath him.

With a hiss, Leonardo was sliced ​​in two by a single, high-level strike of the Light Blade.

The high priest, who possessed the Amplifying Mystic Eyes, pulled out a bundle of Shining Flame Magic Tools from his robes. Just as he was about to pry them apart, he watched helplessly as a hand appeared out of nowhere and casually snatched the Shining Flame Magic Tools from his hand.

His own hand was still in a forceful motion, but the next step of detonation could no longer be carried out.

Allen took his magical artifact and, incidentally, severed his wrist.

His figure then swayed and appeared beside the High Priest, looking down at the otherworldly detonator in his hand with surprise: "Goodness, you even brought a detonator? You're into art now?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at the priests ten meters away to his left and right. However, the priests did not intend to perish together with him. Instead, they cautiously took out a magical artifact from their pockets and threw it at Allen and the high priest from a distance.

"Damn it, can't you tell friend from foe?"

Allen flicked his wrist and unleashed a compressed avalanche of fighting spirit inspired by the Absolute Slash, but he did not strike the detonator. Instead, he used the Flowing Profound Technique to send the fighting spirit two meters away from himself, and then it burst out in all directions!
The next moment!
boom! ! !
The explosion engulfed an area of ​​ten meters around Allen, but the smoke and dust were swept away by the wind from the center of the explosion, leaving no damage within a two-meter radius around Allen.

He was very kind-hearted, and even protected the high priest.

Then, with a casual flick of his Hokushin-ryu throwing technique, he tossed the detonator in his hand toward the guy throwing the bomb.

Of course, it didn't explode, partly because Allen didn't have a detonator, and partly because Allen used his magic to destroy the Flash Flame magic circle inside the moment he received it.

Even so, the impact of the throw still killed the guy who threw the grenade.

At the same time, he pointed his finger at two other gods who were about to make a move, and their heads exploded into powder as the wind pierced through them.

It took only a second in total.

Allen killed three people in quick succession, then turned to look at the high priest with a missing arm, still glaring at him angrily, who possessed the Amplifying Mystic Eyes:

"So, do you know the next plan of the gods? Leonardo is one apostle, you're the second, and the third? Chagall? Or Keith? Hmm, most likely Keith. You know where he is, right?"

The high priest ignored him, using his remaining arm to fumble for something in his arms.

Allen sighed, took a step forward, swung his sword, and swiftly beheaded him.
"Looks like they don't know either. The God and the Human are still using the same old trick of treating the apostles as tools and trusting no one. What a scoundrel."

He turned to look at the soldiers who were just beginning to realize that their king and the Miris reinforcements he had brought were all dead, and they all drew their swords.

"You still go even after the king dies? So loyal? Who are you trying to impress?"

The soldiers paused, looked at each other, and slowly lowered their swords.

Allen kicked the High Priest in the head: "Where's Chagall? Does anyone know?" One of the soldiers hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and performed a noble salute: "Lord Allen, please don't kill me! I'll lead the way for you!"

Allen countered, "Do you understand? Don't let it turn into another trap."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Absolutely not!"

Allen looked into his eyes, nodded, and then waved to Aisha and Packus, who were already running over, to hurry up.

"Let's go, lead the way."

-

Then the situation unfolded quite simply.

Allen, who had just killed the ruler of the Wanglong Kingdom, was surrounded by soldiers with bewildered expressions, who treated him like a hero. They encountered the Second and Third Kings of the North God, who were leading the nobles to put out a fire outside.

He clearly did not want to send all his soldiers to help with disaster relief, and the disaster was quickly brought under control.

Then, led by Chagall, the commander of the king's guard, they bypassed the fire and moved away from the flames, arriving at the edge of the noble residential area.

During this process, Parkus's face grew increasingly gloomy, and by the end, he was clenching his fists and looked furious.

Finally, they stopped outside a garden-style mansion.

Chagall stood quietly outside the courtyard gate. Behind him, to his left stood Randolph the Grim Reaper, rubbing his eyes and looking somewhat tired. To his right stood the eighteenth princess, Decatura, with blue hair, a blank expression, and wearing pajamas.

This is the mansion where Decatura Grenadier is being held captive. Despite being the eighteenth princess, she is not even entitled to live in the palace and has been relegated to the edge of the noble district.

It's clear how unhappy he's been in Wibon these past few days.

"Dicket!" Parkus roared, suppressing his anger, as he saw her from afar and charged towards her.

The latter, however, was completely unaware that he was being held hostage. He appeared dazed and indifferent, almost like someone with autism, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw Parkus.

"Pakus, is that you? You're back in Wibon?"

Parkus embraced Dickett Gingerdragón and led her toward Allen.

Chagall and Randolph didn't even look at him; they just stared at Allen silently.

The former performed a noble salute typical of the Dragon King Kingdom: “I know His Majesty’s plan is doomed to fail, but I am powerless to stop him and can only let him die. This is the only way I can show my sincerity.”

Allen laughed and said, "Are you sure this is sincerity?"

Chagall nodded earnestly: "His Majesty is dead, and the Kingdom of Dragon Kings is bound to fall into a long period of internal strife. Asra is safe. Lord Pacus Cylon can also take this opportunity to support Decaturagon in his bid for the throne."

"The First Prince, whose power I had cultivated for the longest time, is dead, and the palace was razed to the ground tonight. From now on, everyone can compete fairly for the throne. I only ask for my life."

Allen pressed further, "It's a bit unexpected that you didn't run away. Wouldn't it have been better to just run away? You could have waited until I left before starting your comeback?"

Chagall gave a wry smile: "How many times can you turn back?"

Allen clapped his hands and said, "Talking to someone as shrewd as you is so easy."

Chagall breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If Pacus wants to become king, he must patiently cultivate his own power."

I can see that your ambitions lie elsewhere, and that you will eventually return to the Kingdom of Asura. Of course, you can use your absolute power to put him on the throne in a few days, but you can only do so temporarily, not forever.

To realize those ideals that seem like castles in the air to me, it ultimately depends on Pacus himself. He has an unstable foundation, insufficient strength, and no power. Even if he becomes king, he will not be able to successfully implement what you want in the Dragon King Kingdom.

My Kingdom of Dragon Kings also needs to recuperate and regroup.

In this way, both sides will need an equal amount of time. Next, it will be a matter of openly relying on each other's strengths. I can promise not to assassinate Pacus.

Allen laughed: "Assassination? Who's assassinating whom? With Randolph? Or with the Northern God III or the Northern God II?"

Upon hearing this, Randolph smiled politely at Allen.

Chagall's expression stiffened, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Therefore, it is best not to assassinate him. Although Pacus himself may find it hard to agree, in my opinion, my life is worth more than his."

Parkus raised an eyebrow, revealing a dangerous expression.

Allen turned to look at Parkus: "There are still two options."

First, I will kill Chagall immediately and support you to ascend the throne in the Kingdom of King Dragon. However, how you manage your power in the future depends on what tricks you can play on the current power base of Dicket Kingdragora.

Second, as Chagall said, give each other space and time, and then each of you can seize the throne by your own means. You can also take advantage of the chaos and fish in troubled waters to truly build your own power. Before that, I have already introduced you to the Secret Sword of Radiance, introduced you to the Second King of the North, and even let Randolph show you his unique culinary skills.

To what extent it can go in the future depends on individual abilities.

Choose one.

Pacus gazed at Chagall.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I choose number two."

He then turned to Allen and gratefully performed the greeting between princes of the Kingdom of Shiron.

“I have seen your help during this time and I am very grateful for your help. I, Pakus, will remember this kindness and will definitely repay you in the future.”

Allen chuckled: "Repaying is a long way off. Just don't turn on me and then discard me."

Pakus was taken aback by what he heard. Looking at Allen's serious expression, he chuckled and said, "What are you saying? I had only heard what Professor Loki said before and thought you were a remarkable person. But after getting to know you these past few days, I have come to realize that your personal charm has left a much deeper impression on me than such a simplistic assessment as a remarkable person."

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Allen's face with utmost seriousness:

"The temptations of the throne, honor, titles, and power—these worldly things—cannot bind you."

Absolute power brings absolute freedom, and absolute freedom is absolute freedom to do whatever one pleases.

"Pakus has learned a lot; I wish you continued success in your martial arts career."

Allen gave Pacus a deep look, his teasing tone fading, and under Chagall's complex gaze, he performed a Boreas-style hand gesture.

"You too, completely unexpected. I wish you and Dicket Gingerdulragon a happy and healthy baby soon."

Parkus's eye twitched.

How did Allen know that his next step was to have a child as soon as possible? Sending him back to Cylon would ensure that even if he died, his bloodline would still remain in the world.

So strong, you can even tell from this?
(End of this chapter)