Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 68 The Demon Lord Descends from the Sky, and the Reason He Arrived in Time Was Actually...

The snowfall has lessened.

But the fighting has not yet stopped.

At the edge of the forest, the wind from the sword whipped up the remains of monsters, and Paul's figure swept across the ground like a meat grinder through the snowdrifts.

"The net has been smashed!!"

"This side too!"

"Monsters are gnawing on the tree trunk!!"

An hour ago, the monster horde abandoned their attempt to breach the net. In order to avoid Paul's strangulation, they chose to attack and gnaw at the tree trunks that were supporting the net. The net itself was fixed to the thick tree trunks at the edge of the forest, and the fall of the trees naturally caused the net to collapse.

Fortunately, many monsters are still attacking each other; this behavior is ultimately a choice made by a small group of monsters following their animal instincts.

Even so, Paul was exhausted.

On the other end of the net, he was all alone. Unlike his adventurer days, when he could form a tactical formation with Gilead in charge of attacking and Elina Lizzie in charge of defense, there was also a flank view and his own wife's milk.

At this point, it would be too tiring for him to guard the entire defensive line entirely by himself.

Paul ripped apart the snowdrifts around him, which were covered by protective netting, with a single sword strike. As the screams of monsters filled the air, the screams of villagers echoed again from not far behind him!

Paul was about to turn around to help when he saw countless scarlet eyes reappearing from the holes in the snowdrift he had just smashed.

"Damn it."

Paul stopped abruptly and swiftly slashed at the attacking monster, nearly falling to the ground as he stumbled.

Battle energy depleted!

Paul, looking pale, assessed his physical condition. He had been fighting for almost three hours straight against wave after wave of monsters, and his body needed rest.

He began to genuinely miss Gilead and Senis.

Suddenly, a long creaking sound, followed by panicked cries from the villagers, came from beside him. His pupils contracted as he looked toward the spot where the villagers had just called for help.

The scene at that moment was reflected in his pupils.

The tree trunk, as thick as an adult's embrace, was densely covered with giant gnawing rats and saw-thorn rabbits. It was breaking off from the bottom of the trunk, and the net at the other end was slowly falling southward. When the monsters on the tree saw this, they all jumped down from the tree, and a rain of monsters fell from the sky.

The rain reflected the villagers' astonished faces.

"Get out of the way!"

Paul roared and twisted his sword, ready to charge with the Sword God Style. But in the next instant, he suddenly stopped himself, a relieved smile on his face. He changed his sword stance and instead turned to slash at the monster beside the tree.

As he turned his head, the tree trunk had not yet collapsed, and the monster was still suspended in mid-air.

A figure emerged from the air beneath the tree, like a wisp of smoke, from the air where the villagers had been standing.

Allen, his hand on his knife, squinted at the monsters falling from the sky. The teeth of the rabbits and rats gleamed coldly under his gaze. The wind swept in from all directions, and the foul saliva of the monsters filled the air. The ambient sounds were reduced to a ringing in his ears, because the ripples of the vibrating air were still churning around his ears, not yet touching his auricles.

The snowflakes spread their six-sided wings before his pupils, welcoming his arrival.

Although Allen's points for participating in the No-Job Major Events did not increase over the course of a year, his own strength never stopped improving.

One of the five great secrets of the Water God Style, the Secret of Sensing Flow.

In the ultimate 'perception'.

Allen has made the most appropriate choice.

A lazy voice began, very slowly.

"Twenty cuts."

But as the voice fell, accompanied by a dense, shimmering buzzing sound, the countless monsters falling from the sky resembled a light, thin mist and frost, swept across by the dark yet rapidly flickering sunlight after the snowfall.

It melted into the air, splashing up sprays of water, and the view that had been obscured by the monster's body suddenly opened up.

Allen saw the tree trunks above the drizzling blood rain.

The "Flow of Sensation" was still in effect, the surrounding environment still spoke in slow motion, and the tree trunk continued to fall slowly. The monsters, tireless, swarmed towards this place along the tree trunk.

His eyes moved, looking at the tree trunk slowly falling overhead.

His figure pierced through the rain of blood and climbed up.

"A four-legged form."

The battle plan has been completed, and Allen has broken free from the flow of energy!

With a flick of his wrist, he touched the side of the falling tree trunk, and in the next instant, he climbed onto the trunk on all fours like a squirrel.

Before the tree trunk even touched the ground, he shot out like a savage leopard-like monster along the broken log! As he passed by, the monster exploded into a bloody mist and minced meat around him like a balloon that would burst at the slightest puncture.

With a thud, the broken tree trunk finally fell to the ground, but there were no more monsters on it.

Allen did not fall to the ground with the tree trunk; his 'limbs' sprang up like a leopard, leaping high into the air.

Like a cannonball, it crashed straight into the monster horde near the tree roots!

『Dragon Saint Battle Aura Amplification - Avalanche Fall!』

The wind pressure generated by his fighting spirit rippled outwards from him! Wherever the wind pressure reached, snowdrifts bounced up and fell back down, surging away into the distance like waves of wheat being blown by the wind.

Allen's landing point was like a drop of scarlet ink thrown into a lake of white water. Centered on him, the wind pressure carried blood waves, instantly turning the pristine snow within a radius of twenty meters into a deathly blood lake!

In the middle of the lake, Allen reached out and plunged into the 'lake surface,' and with his movement, the monster's blood flowed down his arms and shoulders like water.

He looked up and around, then kicked the snowdrift at his feet.

He hooked several rabbits and mice, which were limp and crumpled in their skin, out of their feet. Blood gushed from their skins and splashed onto the blood-stained snowy surface beside them.

The surging battle energy from the avalanche had completely shattered the monster's bones.

At this very moment, less than ten seconds had passed between Allen's appearance and the monster's brutal slaughter.

This is the Saint level.

As if announcing Allen's arrival, the stench of blood permeated the densely packed snow, and the monster caves served as perfect ventilation shafts, carrying the scent of blood far into the forest.

If a small amount of blood energy can ignite the ferocity of demons and make them go berserk, then a sudden surge of massive amounts of blood from their own kind can only instill fear in them.

Biological instincts lead them to associate natural disasters with them.

How can we withstand natural disasters?

In the blink of an eye, the monsters made their judgment. In the eyes of the terrified humans, the distant snowdrifts rose and fell, disappearing into the depths of the forest.

Natural disasters are unstoppable.

The monster fled in panic.

Paul, watching from a distance, was taken aback when he saw the monsters he was cleaning suddenly run away. He then smelled the thick, bloody odor in the air and instantly understood what had happened.

He let out a long sigh and leaned wearily against a nearby tree.

Turn your head to look at the center of the "blood lake".

Allen, watching from afar, was on the lake.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The crowd cheered.

Surrounded by a crowd that had come 'bleeding', Allen was pulled from the 'lake of blood' by the crowd, tossed into the air, and then fell back down.

He did not refuse, but while floating in the air, he glanced sideways at where he had come from.

Outside the Blood Lake, the other three companions finally arrived, panting heavily.

Roltz looked helpless.

Hilfi pouted.

Rudy, on the other hand, looked resentful.

"Eren!!"

The summoned person was thrown up again, and the lake of blood brought snow and blood, crimson swirling in the air.

This bloody scene resembles a cult performing a ritual to appease a demon lord.

The Demon Lord's clothes fluttered in the air. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and hurriedly looked away from Hilfi's gaze, looking quite embarrassed.

"Why did I run just now? My body moved naturally, driven by instinct. Strange, I admit I miss Loki, I think about her every time I write to her, so Rudy's expression is understandable. Uh, Shiruffie makes sense too, maybe she's jealous that I correspond with her teacher more often? But what the hell was Roltz's expression? Why the hell did I feel a murderous aura? What did I do to this guy??"

"baffling."

"Luckily, I ran fast."

There is a distinction between magical beasts and monsters. As mentioned in the original work, magical beasts are those that possess sentience, such as the sacred beast Samoyed in the great forest.

Monsters are wild creatures.

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