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

Chapter 532 Turning Point Five: The Third Apostle of the Gods and Humans, The Gods and Humans' Inevitable Killing Scheme
"Such an exquisite altar for baptism within the body, and the fact that He chose an outsider to be His holy son, fills us with envy."

"Savior of the world, Ellen Boreas Grellatt, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Acharbissa, and I am the current Archbishop of the Cardinals."

She turned her head to look at the side of her neck halfway through her sentence.

A ghostly green sword blade was already hanging there.

She looked at the secret sword, still with that calm expression, and even smiled, continuing her self-introduction unhurriedly: "Similarly, I am also a divine child. My ability is to summon myself to places I have been before when I have a thought. Everyone calls me the Divine Child of Transference."

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished from her spot, and when she reappeared, she was already five meters away at the prayer altar.

But the next moment, a slight look of surprise appeared in the old woman's eyes as she turned to look at her neck.

The secret sword was still at her neck, in the exact same spot as before. Her wrinkled neck skin had been pierced, and blood was slowly seeping out.

The old woman exclaimed, "What a fast sword! But next time, I can teleport back to the Temple of Milis."

Allen's figure hardened, staring straight at her: "What do you think has allowed you to survive until now?"

The old woman felt the wound on the side of her neck and sighed, "That's true. The best way to deal with you Sword Gods is to avoid face-to-face contact."

Allen put down his sword, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "King Leonardo of the Dragon Kingdom was the first Apostle, the High Priest of the Pope's faction who played with the Flash Flame Magic Tool was the second, and you are the third?"

The old woman tilted her head and glanced at him with slightly cloudy eyes: "Whose apostle? HITOGAMI?"

The two looked at each other, and then Allen put the secret sword back into the hilt at his waist.

The old woman did not refer to HITOGAMI as a god or human.

This shows that she was well aware that HITOGAMI was an outsider, not an original god or human.

The bloodstain on the old woman's neck healed instantly. Seeing that Allen was no longer at odds, she lowered her head and fiddled with some small objects on the prayer table.

Five meters away, Aisha seemed still in astonishment at being able to see the head of the Cardinals of the Holy Empire of Milis in the Kingdom of Wanglong, staring intently at the thing in her hand.

Allen looked over.

—It was a necklace ornament woven from the long, thin white feathers of some kind of monster.

The old woman's fingers were very nimble: "These feathers come from a type of snow raven monster kept in the back garden of the Temple of Milis. Because its shed feathers do not fade for a long time, they are usually given as a memento to Milis believers after they have prayed and donated money."

Seeing that Allen remained silent, he added, "Don't worry, it's not a dangerous object made by those Templar Knights. You can feel that there are no magical fluctuations or magic circles. It's just a simple souvenir, and it won't attract HITOGAMI's attention."

Allen looked at her hand and replied, "Wouldn't that attract the attention of another person?"

The old woman's smile remained unchanged: "Another one? As His holy son, is that how you address Him?"

Allen said, "Then what should I call Him the God of Destruction?"

The old woman was somewhat puzzled, and in the distinctive tone of a priest of Milis, who seemed to be chanting, she said, "You bear the title of savior, yet you call Him the god of destruction. This makes no sense."

Allen chuckled: "So, to be precise, I should be the Child of Destruction?"

The old woman frowned in annoyance upon hearing this.

"How can we save the world if we don't destroy it? The creator god created this imperfect and flawed world, and the rules of the world dictate that when it reaches the end of its lifespan, it must be demolished and rebuilt, just like human life, which has a beginning and an end. Isn't this also a kind of cyclical destiny?"

Allen thought of the Aishan Orphanage, which only existed on Earth, when he used his extrasensory dream; the colorful washbasins on the second-floor bathroom floor; and the prying eyes coming from behind the tightly closed doors in the corridor.

Then he thought of Allen, the god-human being who was entangled with the god of destruction behind the door.

He paused for a moment, then said:
"What happens thousands of years from now has nothing to do with me. I can't see that far ahead, so there's no need to dwell on those things. I need to focus my energy on the present."

The old woman glanced at Allen, and after a moment nodded: "Alright, then we'll discuss it again when we have some free time."

Allen suddenly found it somewhat amusing: "The way you're saying it, it's as if our casual conversation can determine the future thousands of years from now."

The old woman's smile vanished, and she looked at Allen with a serious expression: "Of course not. I cannot decide what the future will look like thousands of years from now, but you can."

Allen's smile vanished: "It seems you know very well what your god has encountered, or is about to encounter. But if that's the case, you should kill me, this blasphemer."

The old woman laughed again: "People always have biases. Destroying the world is certainly for the sake of saving it, but if saving the world can be achieved without destroying it, then why insist on the original path? And most importantly..."

She pointed to the sky: "Who can be sure which one is watching us?"

Allen lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then changed the subject:
"That's too far off. Let's talk about the present. Does the temple in the Wanglong Kingdom have a baptismal altar? If not, can your ability to transfer divine children take people with you?"

The old woman shook her head twice in succession: "However, if you come to visit Milis, I can try to get you a chance to use the altar as a reward for your willingness to talk to me so much today."

Allen nodded: "Thank you, I understand. I will visit you if I have the chance. Well then, farewell."

The old woman smiled and nodded.

Allen turned and left, while Aisha, who was behind him, stared at the old woman's figure for a long time before following Allen step by step toward the temple entrance.

Just as Allen was about to push the door open and leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Oh, right."

Allen turned around and saw the old woman instantly appear in front of him. She picked up the already woven feather necklace and handed it to Allen.
"Here you go. It seems no believers will enter the temple today, so keep it as a memento."

Allen reached out and took it, glancing at it.

Two slender, symmetrical white feathers, each only the length of two fingers, are interlocked to form a 'wings of freedom' pattern that evokes a sense of déjà vu. A hemp rope is threaded through the point where the feathers cross, so it can be hung around the neck.

Because the feathers themselves are clean, they look delicate and pleasing.

Allen said, "No need, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cardinal archbishop in front of him vanished like a gust of wind.
Looking forward to seeing you again.

Allen looked at the gift in his hand with a helpless expression, which seemed to be a gift from an ally, and shook his head in resignation.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the temple, standing on the steps outside. In just a short while, the number of pedestrians on the road had increased considerably, and carriages came and went, their wheels turning incessantly.

In the distance, the rising sun broke free from the clouds, casting its blazing rays from the east. Outside the door, the crowd stared at Allen and Aisha, whispering and pointing.

Allen glanced at the necklace, which looked even more exquisite and charming in the sunlight, and subconsciously felt that it was a bit strange for a big man to wear it, especially since he already had the magic stone necklace that Loki had given him.

He smiled and handed it to Aisha, who was following him like a tail:

"It looks quite exquisite, like a work of art. It should look good on you. I checked it; there's no magical fluctuation. And it seems you know that cardinal archbishop? Do you think this thing might be some kind of token?"

Beside him, Aisha took the necklace in a daze, held it in her hands, and remained silent.

Allen waited a while and found that Aisha didn't respond. He turned to look and found that the little housekeeper was looking down, her face tense as she stared at the necklace on her hand. From Allen's angle, her bangs were covering her eyes, so he couldn't see her expression.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Love...?"

Halfway through his sentence, Allen glanced at Aisha's hand and noticed that it was trembling badly.

At the same time, Aisha looked up at Allen.

The green pupils did not reflect the bewildered expression Allen had imagined in response to the sudden event.

Instead, a more complex expression appeared:
Stunned, surprised, confused, expectant, horrified.

A variety of emotions pierced through the windows of his soul, striking Allen's gaze.

Alan's smile suddenly vanished. He quickly grabbed the necklace from Aisha's hand, only to find nothing amiss.

Then, he heard Aisha's murmur, which drifted into his ears:

"The variable isn't the capital, but now?"

Allen watched Aisha's face, her expression changing rapidly. His intuition told him that something had reached a crucial turning point, but due to the information gap, he hadn't yet been able to carefully sort out what Aisha's words meant.

On the road beside them, two of the carriages that were coming and going had stopped.

Allen subconsciously frowned and turned to look.

Then he saw a familiar figure tumble and crawl out of the carriage in front. The person was stunned for a while when he saw Allen's appearance before bursting into tears of joy.

He didn't even care that they were in public; he stumbled over, grabbed Allen's hand under his astonished gaze, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Allen! I'd recognize you even if you were ashes, your eyes haven't changed a bit! Allen Boreas Greirat! I knew you couldn't have just disappeared so easily! You actually sneaked into the Conflict Zone! No, it was preparation! It was part of the plan! It was part of the strategy!"

I inquired about it when I entered the city! A land of conflict! The Kingdom of Wanglong! Seven great powers, saviors!
Make a name for yourself! Establish your position! With the power and reputation at your disposal, turn back to Asura!

What an ingenious plan! With this, the Central Plains will be in our hands sooner or later!
But there's absolutely no need! No need at all! Why carry this burden on your own? Come, return to Asura! Return to your land! I've already made preparations there!

How can you compare to mediocre talents like Ariel and Gravel?
Allen Boreas Greirat! Allen Boreas Greirat!

"You! It's time to go back and ascend the throne! I, Darius, have already prepared the throne for you!"

In Allen's constricted pupils.

Darius's fat face was trembling, and he actually looked much thinner; at this moment, his expression was full of genuine joy.

"We are ready in every way! The time is ripe! Let us ascend to the pinnacle of power together, witnessed by the gods! Let the banner of Boreas be planted in every corner of the world!"
I knew I wasn't mistaken, the gods really weren't there, huh.

Darius suddenly clutched his neck, a thin line of blood appearing on his neck. His massive head swayed against Darius's neck before falling to the ground.

Blood spurted out!

Thump, thump, Darius's head fell to the ground, his eyes still filled with confusion. He was an excellent swordsman in his youth, and as he clutched his neck, he realized that Allen had cut off his head with a single blow. But the pain that came with it was only for a moment, leaving him with only deep confusion and helplessness before his death.

This is not what the gods said. Why does Allen Boreas Grellat want to kill me?
Aren't we going to build the Bereas Empire together in the future?
He was the king, and I was the prime minister. We unified the central continent, annexed all the countries, and truly established the most prosperous kingdom for humankind.

How come this is different from what the gods and I told them?
How can I explain this?
He couldn't see Allen's face; from where his head had fallen, he could only see the carriage he had come from.

The second carriage was radiating a dazzling light, and within that light, a figure could be vaguely seen emerging.

What's going on? I only put some gold and silver treasures in the second carriage to settle the situation in the Kingdom of Wanglong. Why is it glowing?
His consciousness faded, and the divine light in Darius's eyes vanished.

In the Wanglong Kingdom incident, the third apostle of the gods and humans was declared dead.

However, in that instant, in those few milliseconds of Darius's flashback, Allen, who had just severed his head with a single stroke, didn't even have time to speak before his eyes blazed with intense light.

That was a projection of light! From the second carriage brought by Darius, someone stepped down from the carriage, so fast that their movement was almost imperceptible.

However, the light source was still captured by Allen's fully activated flow sensory system, and the intense light held in the newcomer's hand appeared as a long strip.

It looks familiar; it's a knife.

Divine Blade.

Dragon God, the world's strongest warrior in six aspects, and Orstide who secretly followed Darius all the way here.

After confirming that Allen was an apostle of God and Man, after confirming that he already possessed extremely powerful strength, and after confirming that his guess was completely true.

Without any hesitation or even a thought of trying to subdue Allen, he simply drew his divine sword lightly and stabbed it at Allen with a wave of his hand.

Why?

Killing this strongest apostle of the human god in history with his bare hands, who had reached the level of a god of swordsmanship in a short period of time with the help of the human god, without using divine power, might really allow him to escape in the chaos. Alsted knew very well how much effort the human god had put into cultivating such an apostle.

Then He must have a backup plan!
One Laplace is troublesome enough; we can't allow the gods to cultivate another fully-formed Demon Dragon King, Laplace.

Use magic and divine power.

One strike, and he's dead!
(End of this chapter)