Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Green ran faster and faster until he reached the Court of Gluttony, where he picked up a chair and smashed it down.

"You bastard! I'll beat you to death!"

With a loud "bang," wood chips flew everywhere.

The bishop of Gluttony, Rae, was once again sent flying a short distance.

But this tenacious fellow was not completely dead yet; he stood up slightly.

Margaret kicked a large hole in his abdomen, and his internal organs, mixed with black blood, spilled out of the wound, leaving him teetering on the verge of collapse.

A strange hoarse sound came from Ray's throat, his cloudy eyes fixed on Green in front of him.

gurgle, gurgle—

The next second, he suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard on the pieces of internal organs and flesh that had spilled onto the ground.

The sound of teeth tearing flesh was nauseating, and dark red juice dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Ray, however, seemed to have tasted the most delicious delicacy in the world, chewing and swallowing frantically, squeezing out a mad roar from his broken throat: "Gluttony power—self-eating!"

The moment the words left his mouth, black flames erupted from Ray's mangled body, and he staggered toward Green like a ghost rider.

"Hehehe—as long as I devour you before my soul burns out, I can live on, and I can become even stronger!"

"Holy crap, holy crap! Wait a minute, that old bastard Nagatsuki also said you knew this move!"

Green quickly backed away and waved to Margaret, "Little Red Riding Hood relay! You take over!"

The girl in the red robe chuckled softly, and instead of continuing her attack on the Bishop of Gluttony, she raised her head and gazed into the distance.

"I'm afraid you'll have to deal with Green yourself; the troublesome guy is back."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the end of Boulevard Flüggel, shaking the very ground.

"Margaret—!!!"

The anger in that voice almost burned through the air, and then a white and gold figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, rushed over like a madman.

The Archbishop of Greed, Regulus Corneas, was contorted with rage. His right hand gripped the neck of a witch cultist tightly. The cultist's face was purple, and he kicked his limbs in vain, unable to utter a single cry for help.

The guy's eyes were bloodshot and veins were bulging on his forehead.

He stared intently at Margaret, who was suspended in mid-air, his anger almost tangible.

"You shameless woman! How dare you refuse me?! This is an insult to Lord Regulus!"

With tens of meters still between them, he suddenly exerted his strength and hurled the cultist in his hand at Margaret like trash!

"Die!"

The cultist's body traced a gruesome arc through the air, hurtling straight toward Margaret's face with a sharp, piercing sound.

The girl in the red robe didn't even lift her eyelids. She simply raised her hand casually, her fingertips twitching slightly, and an invisible gust of wind suddenly exploded out, sweeping out like a sharp blade.

"Pfft—"

With a muffled thud, the cultist's body exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood.

Before the blood could even hit the ground, the blood-red sphere suspended in mid-air surged on its own, drawing in and absorbing it all.

……

"Ah! Ah! Ah! To think that you would casually smash my lovely, pitiful, hardworking, and loyal fingers to pieces... it's making my brain tremble!"

A sticky, hoarse roar suddenly exploded, and the shadows on the ground surged as if alive.

Countless witch cultists dressed in black robes emerged from within, wielding rusted short blades, their empty eyes gleaming as they surrounded the center.

Petitchius Romani-Conti, the bishop who was guilty of the great sin of sloth, also mingled among the believers.

He was hunched over, wearing a tattered hat askew, his withered fingers frantically scratching his cheeks, his nails digging deep into his flesh, leaving bloody marks.

Sometimes he would tremble violently from extreme excitement, his bones cracking beneath his black robe, like a dying spider.

"Damn it! Another one! Where are my teammates? Help!" Green roared, instantly transforming into a beast, his claws tearing through the air as he charged towards the Bishop of Gluttony.

"Hold on, my husband! Lei... your lady is here to save you!"

A clear female voice, carrying a resolute killing intent, pierced the battlefield as Rem was the first to charge into the encirclement of the witch cultists.

The demonic horn on his forehead, as bright as day, suddenly pierced out, reigniting the hatred he had been suppressing towards the Witch Cult.

"Damn it! Don't even think about taking my happiness away again!"

Her slender arms wielded the heavy meteor hammer, creating a whistling sound as it fell. With one strike, several cultists were instantly crushed to pieces.

She trudged through a blood-soaked path, fearlessly tearing a gap in the impenetrable lines of the cultists.

Close behind Rem was a dark purple shadow.

Elsa moved among the cultists like a ghost, her scimitar slicing precisely through their abdomens wherever it passed.

She licked the blood from the corner of her lips, her tone languid and playful: "Slow down, little sister. This is the first time I've ever wielded a knife to protect someone~"

After the battle with the White Whale, Grimm noticed that this woman was bored out of her mind, so he arranged for her to secretly protect Rem.

Of course, it wasn't all for nothing. Afterwards, Green had to process the intestines that Elsa had taken from the beluga whale into a sturdy and durable little umbrella.

Margaret's formidable fighting prowess had previously left no opportunity for anyone to intervene in the battle.

But now, the number of enemies has increased, and it's time for them to make their appearance.

Crusch's face was solemn as she pointed her sword at the densely packed cultists attacking from afar.

"Proceed as planned! Anonymous team, go assist Prince! Hand-Cutting team, hold off the Sloth Archbishop, the rest of you, prioritize eliminating the ordinary witch cultists!"

This was also part of Green's pre-planned strategy: to remove all of the Bishop of Sloth's "fingers" before killing him.

Petritchius Romani-Conti is an earth-type elf who can form contracts with people who have a high affinity with elves.

The content of the contract is self-evident: sharing bodies.

Simply put, it's like preparing some bodies in advance for possession. These people are referred to by Sloth as "fingers" or "ticks".

Even if you miss one, you cannot completely eliminate laziness.

"Miss Changwei, don't act rashly! You rushed in too fast!"

Crusch's voice was clear and bright, like the sound of a sword. She held a long sword, her silver armor gleaming in the sunlight. Wherever the sword passed, the black-robed cultists fell to the ground.

The mercenaries of Iron Fang followed closely behind. Ricardo wielded his giant axe, his massive body smashing through the cultists' encirclement like an iron tower. The booming sound of his broadsword was deafening.

"Hahaha! Well done! Let me show you the power of Iron Fang!" The mercenaries' shouts of battle mingled with the screams of the cultists.

"You will repay Lord Green's kindness with your lives!" Old Master Wilhelm walked as if no one was there, his feet moving leisurely, his wrist twisting as he swung his blade, leaving heads in his wake.

The best knight, Julius, had not yet made a move; his gaze remained fixed on the Bishop of Sloth.

That was the opponent Green had prepared for him in his plans.