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

Chapter 579 Bking's Purpose
The meat of the silver dragon, which mutated from the red dragon, is very tough, with a single muscle fiber as thick as a human finger.

It tastes like eating firewood with a meaty, fishy smell.

But the few survivors couldn't tell the difference between good and bad.

They mechanically chewed the dragon meat roasted by the wall of fire, their eyes on the meat in their hands, but their attention involuntarily drew to the white-haired man beside them.

His presence was so striking and eye-catching.

The surrounding dragon flames were burning intensely, yet they didn't even scorch the hem of his cotton coat.

He stood beside the wall of fire, his clothes fluttering in the scorching wind, looking up at the 'well' above him, which was as big as a human face, and had been there for some time.

Finally, the green light surrounding his hands dissipated, and Dilik touched his arm with surprise at his side, discovering that the penetrating wound that had shattered his bones had completely healed.

This man.
He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Of course, he didn't chant when he used magic.

This treatment method had already been used on everyone in turn, and Dilik was the last one.

Sarah, the youngest and most talkative, watched this scene, smelling the faint, unique scent of her clothes that had been scorched and dried. She tried to speak several times, but couldn't find the words to ask who this hero who had appeared out of nowhere was.
Sarah's behavior was one thing, but it's another.

Even Susanna, who was usually the diplomatic leader of the adventurer team, looked visibly uneasy, making gestures that were rarely seen, such as smoothing her hair and blinking her eyes – gestures that were quite feminine and uneasy.

Finally, it was the Magician Captain who spoke up:

"A healing spell without chanting. And a very high level one at that. My broken leg will heal in just half a minute. Thank you."

He pondered for a moment, then looked at Allen's raised head and exclaimed in admiration:

"It seems you came here specifically to slay this dragon to complete your mission, and only saved us incidentally. You are certainly not an unknown figure. We will definitely remember this favor, but we may not be able to repay it with our current abilities. If possible, could you please tell me your name?"

The handsome, dashing passerby, who immediately seemed to connect with the character, snapped out of his daze upon hearing this, turned around, and suddenly asked:

"Do you think I shouldn't have killed it just now?"

Everyone was stunned. They glanced at the dragon meat in their hands and then at the dragon flames around them, before realizing that he was thinking about how to escape the dragon's nest built in the crater.

They didn't know what to say.

The man sighed again and said with a helpless smile, "Forget it, we've already tasted it, there's no point in worrying about it."

He casually patted the shoulder of Dilik, who was sitting on the ground beside him, looking at him with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, without saying a word:

“Show me the map. Although Alstead told me that the location of this teleportation magic circle is a bit remote, and even drove a dragon to build a nest to protect the magic circle itself, the location is still too remote.”

Upon hearing this, Dilik snapped out of his daze and hurriedly rummaged through his clothes, pulling out a map that had been baked dry.

The white-haired man took it and spread it out.

—The ink on the map was completely smudged, and nothing could be seen.

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Upon seeing this, Dilik's eyes lit up, and he suddenly looked up and said, "You can ask me; it would be great if I could help!"

The white-haired man glanced at Dilik: "Our current location should be in the eastern part of the Northern Continent, near the Duchy of Basheland. But exactly where?"

“120 kilometers northeast of the Duchy of Basheland, Silver Dragon Snow Valley.”

How far is the Holy Land of Swords from here?

Dilik was taken aback, a moment of panic crossing his face, but he quickly composed himself and calmly replied, "The Holy Land of Swords is located in the easternmost part of the Northern Continent, more than 1,300 kilometers from here."

The white-haired man's lips twitched, and he muttered, "Ru Jin really knows how to pick a location."

"what?"

"It's alright. How did you get here? You couldn't have fallen from the sky, could you? Or were you dragged back by that dragon? It didn't eat you on the way."

Sarah/Susanna/Dielik:
The Magician Captain silently pointed to the pool of water beside him.

The white-haired man glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise, "That dragon is quite leisurely; it has wings but chooses to dive back to its nest instead of flying?"

Dilik was silent for a moment: "No. We happened to be on the other side of the underground river when he was drinking water, and we were just sucked in."

The white-haired man looked somewhat dazed, lost in thought: "That was quite a 'coincidence,' and he just happened to run into me."

After he finished speaking, the group fell silent.

Seeing this, Dirich cautiously said, "It is indeed a coincidence. You are like a hero from a storybook who descended from the sky and killed the silver dragon in one move. I have never heard of a human being who can possess such great power. May I ask your name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others stared intently at the white-haired man.

This time, however, it was the latter's turn to be stunned. He glanced at Dilik in surprise, the scorching heat lifting the white hair on his forehead, before realizing what was happening and bursting out laughing:
"Me? Hmm. Reiner, just call me Reiner."

Being far from the capital, Dirich had only received news of Allen's return to support Gravel, but no further details about Allen's changes. He scrutinized the other's expression, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but his words were still complimentary:
"Ah, Lord Reiner. We've never heard of you before. To be honest, I tried so hard to imagine who you were, but all I could think of were the names of legendary heroes, not you."

"Heroes? Like the Seven Heroes who slew the demon god?"

"Yes, in the desolate wilderness, in the nest of the silver dragon, saving people from despair with unexpected power, descending from the sky like a true hero, it still feels like a dream, so it is inevitably associated with legend."

"Not at all, I'm just a hero for fun at best."

"Just out of interest???" Dilik looked a little confused, as if he had accidentally flattered someone who had gone too far.

The man suddenly turned to look at Sarah, who had been secretly watching him.

The latter squeezed his legs together, giving off a panicked feeling like a prince rescuing a princess only to find that she was leaking urine.

"Hey, what a coincidence."

The so-called hero revealed a mocking smile:

"Madam, I have a friend who is always chasing after women and longs for a wonderful partner who can settle down with him and keep him by his side. I wonder if you are interested?"

"what?"

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After Allen finished asking the question, Sarah looked bewildered, nodding and shaking her head at the same time.

It's like a robot whose brain has crashed.

It wasn't until everyone was immersed in the chilling water that they came to their senses.

Whether it's cold or not is secondary; the main thing is that the pants were washed at the same time, which is reassuring.

If possible, stay in the water a little longer.
It's so cold!!!
In the first second after entering the icy pool, Sarah could still have these kinds of thoughts that involved basic human morality, but only for a second, the icy water, which seemed to freeze a person, completely pulled her out of her reverie.

At a time like this, do we still have time to care about etiquette and shame?

If it weren't for the appearance of this savior, she would have died in the dragon flames by now!

The most important thing right now is to survive! Survive!!
Glug glug glug!
Bubbles escaped from Sarah's mouth as she struggled to open her eyes to see the white-haired man in front of her.

The biting cold pierced her eyes, freezing them instantly, and there was no trace of the warm firelight in the underground river.

Only a deathly, bone-chilling darkness remained.
Sarah closed her eyes and gripped Susanna's sleeve tightly. Susanna's legs were moving stiffly as she paddled, but the muscles in her arms were unusually tense, clearly also trying to resist the cold.

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

What would normally be a brief ten seconds felt like an eternity in this agonizing ordeal.

I wonder if the Rasta bears outside are still lying in wait.
If you are there.
The words the white-haired man had spoken before he entered the water pierced her mind:

"Rasta Bear? Two to three meters tall, 250 to 300 kilograms, a B-rank monster?"
It's alright. Two hundred? No problem. Is it hard to tell which way is which in the current? And there's a blizzard outside?
Anyway, let's go. Time is precious, so stay close to me.

Pfft!
As the thought flashed through her mind, Sarah finally felt the air moving again!

She emerged from the water, which was covered with a thin layer of ice!
Her first reaction was one of exhilaration! The air, unlike the air in the dark, flowing water, pierced her lungs. But the next instant, the even greater chill from being soaked to the bone and thrown into the snowstorm overwhelmed all her senses, and the so-called fresh air in her lungs felt like ice blades violently tearing at her flesh.

"Cough cough cough!!"

Sarah lay on the ground, coughing violently. Her lungs were filled with fresh air, but for some reason, the chill in the air seemed to have receded slightly.

Instead, there is a strong, fishy stench.

That was the breath coming from the nostrils of countless Rasta bears.

She suddenly looked up and stared ahead.

In front of her, Dilik, the captain, and Susanna were all lying on the ground around her, not much better off than her. They were soaking wet, covered in frost, and panting heavily on the ground in a disheveled state.

At this moment, they, like themselves, had no time to care about their physical condition and were all looking at what was in front of them in shock.

One person wasn't in a sorry state.

Night had fallen outside, and the warm wall of fire that had been there just moments before had vanished without a trace, as if it were a mirage. In the darkness, the swirling snowflakes, carrying shadowy particles, seemed to slice at their faces, one by one.

It felt as if the scene in the dragon's lair was just a dying illusion.

That was unrealistic delirium.

However, the slowly rising heat that accompanied the cold air brought a sense of 'realism'.

Why does one feel a burning sensation on a cold winter night amidst wind and snow?
The blazing flames answered the questions posed by the heart.

In their sight, streams of fire, as thick as an arm, were pried out by surging magic amidst the wind and snow, hissing and flowing over the bodies of those in front of them.

The flames enveloped his body, forming a fiery 'cage' two meters in diameter.

There wasn't a drop of water on him, and he still looked relaxed, his hair fluttering in the wind, and his clothes seemed to dance along with it.

Raise your hand, above your head. Extend your fingers, lifting the fingertips slightly.

Like a snake, the fiery current obeyed the command, coiling its body, head to tail, into a tight coil! Suddenly, it raised its head and disappeared into the darkness five meters above its head!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

It annihilated the boundless ice and snow, transforming into an orange-red fireball the size of a carriage. Flames surged and danced on the surface of the fireball, celebrating its advancement in magical form.

The intense light pierced the darkness, clearly revealing the source of the surrounding stench to everyone's eyes.

Red lanterns are scattered all around the rift valley, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye can see.

"As expected, they didn't leave. They're guarding the corpse here. It seems the Silver Dragon has already conquered this B-rank monster group and made them its subordinates. They're not protecting their own territory, but rather guarding the outer perimeter of the Silver Dragon's lair."

Waaaaah... Waaaaah...
A cacophony of unintelligent, threatening roars filled the air, a cacophony of hundreds of beasts grinding their teeth and sucking blood, sounding quite eerie in the dead of night.

The white-haired man ignored them, turning his head to look at Sarah and the others.

"Are you feeling any better after warming yourself by the fire for a while?"

Only then did everyone realize that the surrounding wind and snow had been completely baked away by the flames, and at the same time, the scorching temperature had dried their clothes.

The fire magician captain stared wide-eyed at the flames overhead, his eyes wide with astonishment: "And it's still uncast... This is a legion-level fire magic spell... Flash Flame... This..."

Susanna didn't give him much time to be shocked. She quickly helped him up from the ground, but the danger of being surrounded by a pack of bears was still in front of them. Even though their reason told them that these B-rank monsters were a joke compared to the silver dragon, they still showed expressions of fear.

The man pursed his lips, not even looking at the bears, but instead glancing up at the wind and snow in the night: "It's inconvenient to travel. Wait a moment."

Before anyone could react, the words had barely left his mouth.

With a gentle toss of his hand that held the flames, the blazing flames above his head rose a meter into the air, making the captain of the fire magicians' hearts pound with fear.

Then, an even more terrifying scene unfolded!
Below my eyes, accompanied by this toss.

boom! ! ! !

The air exploded with a loud bang! A violent blast of air erupted!
The white-haired man vanished into thin air!
The fire magician shielded his face from the wind, completely dumbfounded. Looking at the flashing flames that were about to fall out of control above his head, he felt like he was about to wet himself!
Oh no! Our savior saved us with a snap of the fingers, and now he's going to just as casually wipe us out along with the Rasta bear herd!
quick.
跑.
ah.
"Uh?"

A voice cannot keep up with sudden thoughts, and flustered thoughts cannot keep up with the constantly shifting variables.

call!
A gust of wind blew, and a dark green shadow appeared in front of him.

It was a short sword, which the gradually solidifying figure was holding in his hand and putting into the scabbard at his waist.

Zheng!
The flash of flame fell a meter, but he caught it steadily in his hand.

The fire magician felt his legs go weak, and the thought of narrowly escaping death seemed absurd. He wondered what this formidable person was up to.

The next instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The sudden surge of violent magical energy around them was clearly discernible. The figure in front of them raised his hand and slapped it above his head from a distance of five meters.

It was as if he were caressing his lover's face.

It brought a burning body temperature!!
It doesn't belong to anyone else! It's mine!!
Wow! ! !

The scorching wind bursts apart, and the flashes of flame dissipate, transforming into fiery lotuses waiting to bloom! Spreading, scorching the snow and wind, it rises against the current!

It moved with incredible speed, tearing through the wind, rising into the air, and soaring into the sky! Its form shone brightly before everyone's eyes!
Then, climbing the towering cliffs of the ravine, with a leap! I crashed into the dark, snowy night sky!
Heavens, a hole has appeared.

The melting snow was baked away by the scorching heat before it could fall as rain. The dark and filthy clouds were dispersed by the rising heat. The white lotus flames rose continuously in the distant sky, fading inch by inch, stubbornly and firmly dispelling the blizzard clouds that had spread for dozens of kilometers.

And so, starlight spilled onto the ground.

It was so bright.

Light as a wisp of smoke, it seeped into the ravine and fell before everyone.

"Clap clap."

The white-haired man clapped his hands, looked at the sky with satisfaction, and nodded: "Let's go."

He strode forward, his figure stirring up the dissipating wind.

Dispersing
A strong smell of blood.

Sarah, Dirich, and Susanna, however, were not paying attention to the sky like their captain, who was a fire-type magician.

They stared blankly at what was in front of them.

Between the rift valleys, under the starlight.

Bear carcasses littered the mountains and fields.

All were the dead bodies, decapitated with a single blow.

A blink, a glance upward, a toss, a turn back.

Two hundred and thirty-one cuts, twenty slashes, as smooth as breathing.

With a hissing sound, blood spurted from the smooth, thick neck cut, splashing onto the ice and bouncing up layers of blood droplets.

Below the rift valley, a river of blood flowed, its stench indescribable, a scene of utter horror, like a living hell.

Above the rift valley, the snow glistens, and the mist drifts, creating an ethereal, divine realm.

The person taking a step suddenly turned to look at Dilik:
"Oh right, I was originally going to the Holy Land of Swords, but what just happened was too coincidental, so just to be on the safe side, I need to ask."

"Are you having some kind of problem?"

Dirich's expression was dazed, as if a dream had come true:

"My master has been kidnapped. I... I want to beg you for help. I know there's probably nothing I can do to repay you."

Dilik saw the other person laugh, interrupting his halting words:

"Kidnapping? Who?"

They call themselves a cult of gods and men.

(End of this chapter)