Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　What is similar is that they all happen under the gaze of the same person.

　　The difference is that the emotion in the other person's eyes is completely opposite.

　　The first time was in a dream, the green-haired girl's eyes were dull and dark;

　　The second time was at the bottom of the valley, the white-haired girl's eyes were burning with joy.

　　Sylphy's burning gaze mixed with Alan's fire, burning him to the point of feeling uncomfortable. Subconsciously, Alan stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Sylphy's hair that had turned snow-white due to the exhaustion of her magic power.

　　But as soon as he raised it, it froze in the air.

　　At this moment, his eyes were once again on Sylphy's hair, and he suddenly understood why the fire in his heart was burning.

　　It was because of the crumpled "memo" in the drawer of the Greyrat family.

　　Allen has written countless times this year, and behind the densely packed "future visions" is his constant inner torture.

　　Should we give up our vision of the future? Should we change the future?

　　Should we avoid the consequences of a major transfer?

　　In the storyline that Allen himself is currently involved in, can Paul avoid his death? And can Senis's laughter continue to resound in the Greylat family?

　　even.

　　If the big transfer can be avoided.

　　Can Sylphy's hair also be prevented from turning snow-white?

　　If she had not been transferred to a high altitude, would she be able to avoid the depletion of her magic power and maintain her beautiful emerald green hair?

　　Then.

　　At this moment when the great transition has not yet arrived, I believe I still have time to choose.

　　Sylphy's hair has turned white.

　　Ahead of the original storyline, under Allen's watch, and instigated by the butterfly effect.

　　Just like that it turned white.

　　He wasn't even given a chance to react.

　　Alan's thoughts raced.

　　But Sylphy also moved quickly.

　　Just when his thoughts were in a mess, his hands hanging in the air were wrapped by a pair of soft little hands.

　　Alan looked up at Sylphy, who had a hint of apology on her face. She carefully took his hand and slowly placed it on the snow-white hair on the side of her face.

　　He was stunned beyond words.

　　However, Sylphy, who looked obviously tired, smiled sheepishly.

　　Alan's palms were thick with calluses between his fingers from years of sword practice. This made her feel very familiar and safe.

　　A green light emanated from Sylphy's hand and spread to Alan's entire body.

　　No chanting therapy.

　　In the darkness of the night, the white-haired girl's voice could not hide her fatigue, but it was still soft and gentle.

　　"Alan's expression is a bit scary. I know that with Alan's skills, he can ensure his own safety, so he wanted to throw us out in the air. But..."

　　Sylphy looked at Allen's face and said sorry, but the look in her eyes was very firm.

　　"I'm still a little worried. How's the wound on your back? Has it healed? I've been studying healing techniques hard. You see, I can even perform it without chanting. Last year, you said that I could heal you when I became proficient. Unfortunately, I never had the chance. And it seems that many of Alan's moves put a heavy strain on the body."

　　"I mean."

　　"Maybe, Alan needs me."

　　Alan stared at Sylphy's expression in a daze, and suddenly realized that he, the butterfly, had already stirred up a storm.

　　Over the past year, Sylphy not only imitated her demeanor, but also the way Roxy spoke.

　　Even her personality traits are different from the original. Although she still has a gentle undertone, her stubbornness to stick to her mind has already emerged in advance after she got rid of the shadow of her childhood inferiority.

　　In the original book, this character trait is only shown in that she is particularly concerned about Ariel's kindness and friendship, but when she is with Rudy, she is mostly the gentle and considerate white mother. It is not very clear.

　　But the timeline of old Rudy is particularly clear - when Rudy was devastated after Roxy's death, she still responded to Ariel's call, and without much preparation, she resolutely followed Ariel and Luke to the royal capital, and eventually died.

　　Her thoughts raced through her mind, and her soft body fell into his arms.

　　Alan suddenly 'woke up'.

　　"Sylphy?"

　　"It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I don't think I have enough magic power. Sorry, luckily I used a healing spell."

　　Alan looked at Sylphy in his arms, his heart full of inexplicable emotions, as if something was about to overflow, but at this moment he did not have much time to brew.

　　The air was thick with the stench of demons, lingering before his nostrils.

　　Sylphy wanted to say something, but Alan raised his hand and flicked her forehead with his fingers, then flipped his arm and threw her towards the cliff.

　　The cliff wall collapsed, and the precisely controlled fighting spirit eroded the rock. In just one breath, a miniature cave with dense holes all over the top, bottom, left and right appeared in front of the two people.

　　Alan picked up Sylphy by the waist and put her in while she was covering her face in panic.

　　"In this way, even if the monsters dig holes in the cliff, we can detect it in advance. After all, the problem this time is also because of my suggestion. You can relax and take a rest first, and leave the situation to me."

　　When Sylphy heard what Allen said, she opened her fingers and revealed her eyes.

　　Alan had turned his back to him.

　　The arm is rising in the darkness.

　　Vibrate the sword!

　　The sword wind spread out like ripples!

　　I don't know when the general has touched the surroundings, and circles of dense monsters are like tides, and they are blown into bloody mist!

　　The body parts and blood rained down on Alan.

　　The voice floated through the air to Sylphy's ear.

　　"Close your eyes, rest, and recover your magic power."

　　"Don't look, don't listen, don't think."

　　In the sticky darkness outside the outline of his back, the scarlet eyes were like a cluster of bees, spreading out of sight down the valley.

　　There is no end in sight.

　　The monster was terrifying, but Sylphy just looked at Alan's back - his wounds had already healed.

　　She heaved a tired sigh and closed her eyes obediently.

　　"Okay. But it may take a long time for the next treatment."

　　"It's okay, I still have plenty of energy."

　　".I don't believe it. The teacher even said in the letter that you like to lie."

　　"Trust me. You just have to wait."

　　Sylphy leaned against the cliff with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.

　　"Okay, I believe you. But how long do I have to wait?"

　　"If your magic power is exhausted, it will take at least one night to recover, right? In that case, you need to wait for me."

　　In the night, Allen smiled, looked at the rising and falling "ocean" of monsters in the darkness, and raised the broken blade in his hand.

　　The monster is roaring!

　　The beast tide is surging!

　　The ground is shaking!

　　The powerful words resound in the night wind!

　　"Fight till dawn!!"

Chapter 77 Day and night, just for this moment

　　Time flows back to the present day, one day later.

　　The setting sun was as blazing as fire, and everyone was stunned as they looked at the snow that was clearly stained red with blood.

　　At this moment, the faces of Senis and Paul suddenly changed. They picked up the shovels beside them and began to shovel the snow vigorously. Paul's fighting spirit had been exhausted long ago, and he was almost driving with his physical strength.

　　With each shovelful, the snow in the valley was dug out, and the scarlet snow was exposed to everyone's sight.

　　Everyone stared at this scene in shock, their expressions changing at the same time.

　　When people see something like blood, they subconsciously think of death.

　　This is why everyone looked pale just now.

　　But think about it carefully.

　　How many people would die from such thick blood?

　　people?

　　Is there anyone in the valley?

　　have.

　　Just two victims.

　　But why is there such a heavy amount of bleeding?

　　That.

　　Where does the blood come from?

　　Why is there so much blood?

　　Who is dying then?!

　　And who killed him? !

　　How long will it take to think about the answer?

　　The next moment, a blazing fire rose in front of everyone's eyes! They all started digging with all their might using their shovels!

　　Shovel away the snow.

　　A shovel of blood!

　　Finally, a hole was created by the blood, and real blood spurted out from the hole like a fountain, splashing all over everyone's face.

　　Paul's eyes lit up and he was about to continue digging, but at this moment, a chain reaction occurred.

　　The pressure was unbalanced and more black snow was collapsing.

　　Amidst the rumbling sound, only a thin layer of snow wall remained, which completely collapsed in front of everyone.

　　Right now.

　　Although they were clearly in the mountains, everyone present heard the sound of the "sea".

　　It's the tide, it's the waves.

　　It's a blood wave!

　　Sweeping in from the crack in the valley that was opened up!!

　　In an instant, accompanied by an almost sticky smell of blood, the waves submerged everyone's knees in an instant.

　　No one paid attention to their feet, their eyes were all looking into the valley.

　　The sunset glow swept in from the mountain stream, illuminating the blood-red ocean in the valley.

　　Under the glow of the sunset, a blood-red line floated on the sea surface, extending into the valley, stretching as far as the eye can see.

　　Countless monster corpses floated on the ocean, rising and falling with the cold winter wind.

　　In the sea of ​​corpses, a bloody figure stood facing everyone, standing in the sea of ​​blood.

　　The waves kept hitting his knees, and ripples spread out with his body as the axis.

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