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

Chapter 574 A sudden turn of events: The gods and men have their eyes on Alice?

Since Gravel moved into the throne room, the old king has had very few people left around him.

The loyal ministers of the past rarely inquired about him, and the concubines and imperial consorts avoided him like the plague, all seeking other ways out.

In the past few weeks, as the area covered by magic crystals on the old king's body has increased, the faces of the magicians and royal physicians who are responsible for treating him have become increasingly pale, and even the maids who take care of the old king's daily life have become less attentive.

"Really? The second son of the Chers noble family wants to take you in? Did he really say that?"

"Shh...I sneaked out to keep Vice Commander Hill company several times before he finally agreed to let me go. Do you want to go? I can introduce you."

I think the guild leader is better.

"Don't dream. That's beyond our reach. Lately, the young ladies of noble families have been fighting over it like crazy. For people in our situation, having a place to stay is already a blessing. If His Majesty the King leaves and we haven't found a suitable place yet, I'm afraid..."

"If I am sentenced to death and buried with His Majesty..."

"Don't say such unlucky things. Everyone thinks His Majesty should have died long ago, but he's held on for so long, hasn't he? There's still a chance. Let's sneak out together at night next time. But Vice Commander Hill always asks a lot of questions about the palace while we're doing 'that.' He has a rather perverse sense of humor."

"Huh?? This...this can't be said."

"What do you mean by 'can't we talk about it'? It's come to this point."

Whispers reached the old king's ears. Ninety percent of his face was covered with dazzling magic crystals. Only one eye could move on the upper half of his face, and the magic crystals and flesh around his mouth had been cut away because he was being fed liquid food.

His teeth were exposed outside his cheeks, stark white and terrifying.

His eyes flickered, but he only glanced at the maids serving him before looking away, showing no sign of anger.

Anger was negligible amidst the excruciating pain of the magic stone constantly growing and piercing his internal organs.

Moreover, there have been far too many of these kinds of things lately. He no longer has the energy to be angry.

There are too many people who want him to die quickly; they can't even count them all.

Ha. It'll be soon. My lungs have been having trouble breathing lately, and it feels like something is growing wildly inside my stomach.
Time is running out; it could be a few days later, or it could be a little while later. He could give up at any moment.
"All maids and guards, get out!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and a group of soldiers entered the long-abandoned bedroom in the northeast corner of the palace.

It is the Knights of Dawn
Did Gravel finally lose patience?
The maids bowed and left. The old king tried to turn his neck to look to his side, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see the boots of the newcomers.

Contrary to expectations of high heels embroidered with gold thread, the newcomer's leather boots were dirty, the leather even cracked, and his muddy feet trod on the clean stone paving stones.

The old king was startled, and fragments of magic stone spat out of his mouth, his voice sounding like a leaky bellows.

He actually grinned and smiled.

"cough cough"

The person walked to the bedside, seemingly looking down at him, and after a long while, finally spoke:

"You've aged so much."

The old king looked at Sauros's travel-worn face and full head of white hair, spitting out fragments of magic stone as he struggled to speak:

"You're no different."

Darius is dead.

"I thought it was you who died. I never expected it to be him. Hahaha."

Shoros looked down at the king and reached out to wipe away the fragments of magic stone crystal from the corner of his mouth:

"What a pity, Your Majesty."

The king's eyes darted around, staring at Sauros for a long while:
"It's no pity about Shoros. It's better for one of them to come back than for none of them to come back at all."

Sholos remained silent.

The old king's lips twitched, his voice like a broken bellows, constantly panting, as he muttered incoherently:

"Shoros, we're all old, we're all old, whether it's you, Darius, or me."
The old era has passed; the new era has no place for you or me. There is no place for me.

Sauros looked down at the old king, his gaze complex.

In my line of sight, the latter's pupils had already lost focus.

-

Two old men were talking in the palace, their voices filled with a sense of melancholy at the fleeting nature of life and a longing for youth.

However, the scenery is completely different atop the uninhabited snow-capped peaks more than a hundred kilometers west of the capital.

Two naked men were locked in a fierce battle in a charred crater in the snow-capped peak, as if blasted open by a tremendous force.

Swish! !

The hand-blade, which distorted the air, stabbed straight at Allen's chest, causing Allen's pupils to constrict and his senses to surge to their peak.

He turned to the side, his right hand slashing just before grazing his chest!

The tearing wind howled past Allen's protective battle aura, ripping his already tattered shirt to shreds. The sharp battle aura actually sparked a burst of sparks as it rubbed against the Dragon Rising Battle Aura that Allen had mobilized to his chest!
boom! !

The wall of the pit beside him was torn open by the fighting spirit emanating from the sword of light, creating a hole the size of a fist, which was hissing and steaming.

Allen glanced at it sideways.

Then Alsterd's deep voice rang in his ears: "Where are you looking?"

Without even turning around, a sharp, illusory stinging pain was already shooting through my abdomen.

That was the instinct to kill the moment the light katana in his left hand stabbed.

Allen's eyes gleamed, and he twisted his left hand behind his back, pressing his palm against the air above his right shoulder.

His eyes turned, and before his palm was a blazing, fiery dragon's eye.

Alsted's white hair flew wildly with the rushing air currents, only twenty centimeters away from his palm.

Before his palm, a compressed flash of light with 10% magic power was bursting forth like an incandescent sun.

—The Kitakami-ryu's feint attack naturally concealed a counterattack plan.

But how could the burgeoning magic be faster than Orsteed's divine light katana?
The ensuing match provided the answer!

Orsteed didn't dodge at all, nor did he use the front gate to absorb the magic attack like he had done in the first test. Instead, his hand strike was even more powerful, aimed straight at Allen's abdomen!
The intense light before his eyes flashed, almost blinding him briefly, but the flow of energy still locked onto Allen's figure.

But the next instant, the sensation in my hand felt different.

Sharp and gentle, two completely different qualities came from the direction from which the Blade of Light was thrown. The sword energy that came in parallel with the Flowing Secret Technique and the Sky-Sweeping Slash forcefully deflected the Blade of Light by an inch.

puff!
Alstead stabbed through a quarter of the flesh on Allen's right side abdomen.

A burst of flame shot out, annihilating Orsteed's figure!

Three kilometers passed in an instant! The intense flames scorched away the snow, rocks, coniferous forests, and even the air in their path!
Allen stared at the charred tunnel, ten meters in diameter and stretching beyond his line of sight, and coughed up blood.

A burst of green light flashed at his waist, and the instantaneous Emperor-level healing spell, which was obtained by evaporating 5% of his internal magic power, took effect, instantly filling the missing flesh and blood in his body.

Her skin was delicate, like that of a newborn baby.

Before he could even catch his breath, his pupils constricted to pinpoints again.

At the edge of the horizon, two snow lines shot up, cutting through the wind and carving into the cliff!
Just a breath! Just a breath! Alstead's face appeared out of nowhere in front of Allen, as if a frame had been dropped.

So close! You could even see the charred marks on his white hair!

With a furious expression, Alstead stabbed at Allen's face with a knife!
Whoosh! It passed through in a blur!
At the same time, the tattered boots came towards him, and he moved as he caught sight of Orsteed closing the distance at the speed of the Blade of Light.

Stand on tiptoe, suspend yourself in the air, twist your hips, and flip over.

In one swift motion, he kicked Alsteid in the face.

This time, however, the latter did not charge forward recklessly. With a flick of his wrist, he had anticipated Allen's response and precisely changed the direction of his blade, slashing at Allen's leg.

However.
This time, however, it was Alsteid's turn to freeze.

Allen's leg didn't land on Alsteed's face at all, but on the air thirty centimeters in front of his face!
The air pressure on his legs was pushed to the Emperor level by 20% magic power, and the 'scorching foot' burst out with the air blowing magic!
A high-speed hair dryer with 100,000 RPM, when set to its highest heat setting, has a temperature of 90-110 degrees Celsius and a wind speed of 70-80 rpm.

So how do we convert 100,000 into billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions of revolutions? The answer is...
A massive explosion!!

The raging flames and wind instantly melted the walls of the pit where the two were, and the next instant, Boom!!!
A powerful shockwave spread out, blasting the hilltop where the two were located to smithereens!

At the center of the explosion, the fighting spirit around Orsteed suddenly contracted, suppressing the incoming air waves and flame wolves. Then, it dissipated in the form of an avalanche of fighting spirit, instantly clearing a vacuum zone with a radius of 100 meters!

But where was Allen in front of him?

Alsteed looked up abruptly.

In the air, a hundred meters above, Allen stood upside down, standing on the escaping turbulent flames.

He held no sword, yet made a gesture as if to sheathe his blade.

Close your eyes.

Focus on one thing and reach the pinnacle.

Open your eyes.

A god-level katana of light, unique to Allen, light and without leaving a trace.

He reappeared, leaving the shattered waves a hundred meters behind, and his palm landed right in front of Orstide.

Alsted crossed his arms and blocked his way.

next moment.

There was no powerful strike, but a high-frequency tremor echoed between the mountain peaks.

--------bite---------

Allen's hand strike, like an incomparably sharp spear, advanced at incredible speed toward Alsteid's arm.

The fighting spirit in front of Auersted's arm acted like a thick, rounded shield, resisting the cutting of Allen's Blade of Light.

Click, click, click, click.

A faint cracking sound rang out, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

这 是
The tug-of-war of Dragon Saint's fighting spirit.

boom! ! !
The fighting spirit split into transparent snowflakes falling in front of his face and body.

Allen raised an eyebrow, and in the next instant, Alster grabbed Allen's light katana hand with his bare hand.

With a tearing sound, flesh was ripped apart, and even the white bones of Olstedson's hands could be seen. But his movements were still so fierce. He grabbed Allen's body, twisted his body, and the Dragon Rising Battle Qi around him exploded and turned into kinetic energy, cracking a hole in the air!
Snapped! ! ! !

With a sonic boom, Allen was violently flung away, blasting the hilltop to the east of them to shatter.

With a crash, the mountain collapsed and the earth split open, sending rocks raining down from the sky.

A flash of green light appeared on Alsted's hand, instantly healing him. He exhaled a long breath and frowned as he looked at the spot where Allen had been buried.
"Very good. After a month of training, you have honed your skills in the Northern God Style, the Water God Style, and the Sword God Style. You also have a knack for using magic in a flexible way. But the last move was supposed to cut off my arm. Did you run out of Holy Dragon Battle Qi?"

With a crash, rocks tumbled down.

Orsteed then asked, "Is it due to the difference in the quality of the Dragon Saint's battle aura, or is it because you were distracted today?"

The rubble had been leveled, and the charred ruins were deserted.

Alsted stared at the pile of rubble for a long time, then his expression suddenly changed.

He flashed to the ruins, turned his dragon eyes left and right, and began to dig at the rubble on his right.

With a whoosh, the rubble was quickly crushed into powder by Alsteid.

His hand froze, and his expression quickly changed back to his usual stern face, as if he wasn't the one who had been anxious just now.

—In my line of sight, Allen lay peacefully asleep amidst the charred rubble. The surrounding magical compression spells had created a safe space between him and the pile of rubble. He was staring at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Alsteed looked at him in silence.

Allen suddenly realized, "Oh, what did you just say?"

"Nothing. Your swordsmanship has improved again."

"Ah, of course. Not everyone can use you as a sparring partner. If I don't improve, I might as well just kill myself."

"."

Alster turned and walked away.
"Let's go back."

-

"Therefore, the focus going forward should be on how to enhance the Dragon Saint's Battle Aura."

"Yes, in the last move, your Dragon Saint Battle Aura was neutralized by my Dragon Saint Battle Aura, so that sword failed to hurt me. However, your Light Katana is still very fast, completely surpassing me in speed."

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"."

"Look, you taught me Dragon Saint Battle Qi, and I'll teach you the Light Blade. It's fair, isn't it?"

"Different desires."

"Ah, you saw through me. I was thinking it would be really interesting if you could call me 'teacher'."

"."

Just a minute ago, Allen and Alster were on a snow-capped peak a hundred kilometers away, but now they were sitting in the basement of Alster's residence, drinking water.

The basement was cramped, but the lamps on the walls were lit with candles, making it very bright.

At a table in the distance, Qixing frowned as she looked at the magic circle in her hand. It seemed that she had gotten used to the passionate practice between the two naked men over the past month and was not surprised at all by their tattered clothes.

Allen, wearing the new shirt Alstead had handed him, turned his head to look at the teleportation magic circle in the center of the basement where the two of them had emerged:
"But you actually created a teleportation magic circle in the capital, that's quite a feat. When you were using the teleportation magic circle in the Dragon Kingdom, why didn't you suggest just teleporting to your home?"

Alstead put on a shirt and, out of Allen's blind spot, cut off the scorched tuft of hair from his head.

"It's too far. The teleportation magic circle here can only teleport to the nearest one. With my current strength, I can't integrate it with the magic fluctuations of the magic circle in the distance."

"That's a real shame."

Alsteed turned to look at Allen:

"Why did you come to spar with me this afternoon? This isn't like you. Could it be that there's been a change in the marriage arrangements?"

Allen paused for a moment. Alstead looked like a fool who only cared about gods and men, but after spending time with him, Allen found that he was actually much more meticulous than he had imagined.

After lunch, while Hilda and her wives were having afternoon tea, he slipped away to vent his anger on Alsteed, hoping to find inspiration for solving Aisha's problem through a fierce battle.

However, he couldn't say this to Orstide. Just as he was about to make up an excuse to get away with it, he heard Seven Stars speak without even looking up:
"Gilead came looking for you earlier, but when you weren't there, he left a letter."

"How many people are there?"

She was alone.

Allen looked momentarily taken aback.

He had heard Hilda mention that Gilead had gone north to fetch Alice, so it was not unexpected that he hadn't brought her back.

Can I leave a message?
Kyrie Irwin?
Wait, could it be that Alice brought it back by Kyrie?

But Alice is even less likely to be involved, right?

That's an advanced training program in a holy land of illiteracy!
He hurried forward, picked up the letter, and opened it to read.

But his pupils suddenly contracted:

The letter was written in a crooked and eccentric hand with a strange combination of strokes and order.

The content, however, is horrifying:

"Sword of the East! I will not return!"
Kill, human spirit, filial piety, faction, of, half-reverse walk!
Sword King! Stand firm, brother, unleash your power!

(End of this chapter)