Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 669 The Final Battle (Final)

The sudden turn of events caused gasps of surprise to rise and fall around the altar. The passersby below the altar were relatively calm, as they did not see the Pope's condition from their distance. They were only puzzled as to why His Holiness the Pope had suddenly fallen ill in such an unseemly manner.

Paul was quite direct: "Wait, why are you starting to take off your clothes? I... I'm back in Asura?" He was a little confused, with a dreamlike expression, and said subconsciously.

However, a gasp came from Aisha beside them. She seemed about to use a breath-blowing spell to lift herself into the air, but she resisted the urge, her face contorted with tension: "The Demon Eye! That's Kisilika's Demon Eye! The Pope is the third Apostle of the Human God! We've been deceived! Something's happened on the Demon Continent! The Human God has taken Kisilika's Demon Eye and descended from the World of Nothingness through it and the healing magic circle that was originally a reincarnation altar!!"

Paul turned around in surprise: "What? What? What?"

Aisha lowered her head again and said, "But that's still not right... The Pope's body... is useless, damn it... You stupid thing, think of something..."

On the altar, the Pope's precognitive eye trembled. He clearly captured the fleeting look of astonishment on Orsteed's face, followed by overwhelming rage. Then, countless threads appeared all over his body.

That was the trajectory of a katana of light swung barehanded.

The Pope was essentially just an old man with the strength of a low-level swordsman. Even with the amplification of the divine jade's power, and even after being killed by the god-human, Chisilika, and having her soul reincarnated, he continued to control Chisilika's soul and thus controlled the Pope's body.

However, his new body was ultimately just that of an ordinary person, and this time he didn't even have Kissilika's magical power, let alone the ability to dodge.

The next instant, ripping...ripping...

Fine lines of blood pierced countless knife marks on his bare body. Chunks of flesh slowly slid off his body under the influence of gravity, shattering into a bloody mess. Even so, before his body disintegrated and his nerves were severed, the Pope's lip movements were clearly visible to Orstide:

"Alsterd, surprised? That's more like you, brandishing your sword without even asking a question. Compared to Eren, you're far less endearing. But... I only have one question... where's your divine sword?"

After saying this, his lips were cut off by Alsteid.

But just before the knife struck, Alsted clearly saw the lips move again, uttering a dying murmur.

Three syllables:

Reincarnation technique.

By this time, how could Alster not know that something had happened on the Demon Continent? His face showed a look of horror, as if he was worried about Allen. Then he immediately turned around and began to look for the new reincarnation of the god.

—At this point, Orsteed would surely be able to deduce that the god must have seized the fragment of the divine jade from the Underworld Dragon King, and using the power of the divine jade as an anchor point, cast a reincarnation spell to descend here.

The Templar Knights guarding the healing magic were visibly horrified, retreating in droves. Some had already collapsed to the ground, having just witnessed the Pope sprouting countless eyes. They now wondered if they were having a nightmare.

Alsted's expression changed, and he immediately ruled out these people as suspects.

But there was no one else around the altar!

But at that moment, a radiant light that illuminated the universe burst forth, engulfing Alsted's pupils.

In that instant, he felt countless pieces of information flashing through his mind, and his body even began to itch, making him unconsciously want to scratch. At the same time, concepts of powers that could not be grasped by normal people in the Six-Faced World densely swept through his mind:

Magic eye; superhuman strength; fire breath; regeneration; teleportation; memory; forgetting...

Alsted suddenly regained his senses.

Reincarnation Technique!

This is the power of the God of Destruction, this is the source of the God's power, this is... the flesh!

I am being tortured!

With a whoosh, Orstila left an afterimage and stepped out of the healing magic circle. Just then, he heard the thunderous shouts from below the altar.

"My God!! Saint Milis has appeared!!!"

"God!! God!! Ahhh!!!"

Allstead turned around abruptly to look behind him. The dazzling light almost blinded his pupils. He saw two fragments of divine jade separated from the pope's bones that he had just chopped up, floating in the air. The divine jade was connected to the healing magic altar below, and divine power was prying the altar. The light was emanating from the altar!

Immediately afterward, a bulge rose from beneath the rubble—the hilt of the holy sword made from the arm of the living Milis. It seemed to come alive, with bone rapidly spreading along the hilt, forming a complete arm bone under Orstid's gaze. Then, the bone on the arm bone continued to proliferate, quickly forming a complete human skeleton.

Flesh and blood sizzled and grew out of the bones, transforming into a bright red human body.

Orsteed immediately rushed toward the altar.

The next moment, the humanoid figure spoke: "Alsteid, come here. I'm having trouble deciding on the body for my next reincarnation."

Auersted paused for a moment, and in that instant, the blood-red human body had completely grown skin, hair, facial features, and even genitals.

The radiance that pierced the sky dissipated, shattering into countless divine gems that surrounded the blond-haired, blue-eyed man. Saint Milis had been resurrected.

He let out a sigh of relief, turned and smiled at Orstid: "A god-level healing magic system, a god-level reincarnation technique, combined with the Mystic Eyes, actually allowed a third of my soul to be contained within Milis's body. How delightful~ This is truly god-level... Just a hand bone can bring someone back to life."

Heh... Oh right, Alsteed, I was just kidding you. It's so easy to outsmart a fool.

"You were never my apostle, so how could I possess your body? Don't you agree?"

"A god!!!"

boom! ! !

Sparks flew as they landed in front of Saint Milans and Orstide. Saint Milans used his left hand, which served as the hilt of his holy sword, to block Orstide's right hand with the katana of light. The two arms clashed against each other, producing a metallic clang.

Alsted's eyes burned with rage, while Saint Milis remained calm and composed. He gestured with his chin to the cheering crowd below the altar and sneered, "So disrespectful to my saint Milis? Alsted, you seem quite angry."

If you can summon helpers through divine healing, then I can naturally use this thing to descend to earth. That's fair, isn't it?

"Olsteed, if you had your divine blade in hand, combined with your divine jade, this body of Saint Milis wouldn't be able to do anything to you. But the problem is, where's your divine blade?! Are you still using your Dragon Saint Battle Aura as armor? How pathetic!"

Saint Milis glanced at the arm of Orsteed that was touching him. His arm was golden, a power derived from the divine child of the "God of Annihilation's Slash." It was this power, combined with a healing magic array, that gave Saint Milis the power to split mountains and rivers in Milishion and slay the Demon King of the Demon Continent two thousand kilometers away during the war between humans and demons.

However, only a dense layer of wind pressure condensed around Olsteed's arm.

That was a flowing armor of profound meaning formed from the Dragon Saint's battle aura unleashed at full power.

The seemingly evenly matched attacks were actually just one person attacking and the other defending.

This is because Saint Milis used divine power derived from the fragments of the divine jade, while Orstide used his own reserve of fighting spirit.

It's obvious at a glance who is stronger and who is weaker.

Saint Milis suddenly raised his foot and kicked Alsteid away.

The latter smashed several thick stone pillars around the altar, each requiring several people to encircle it, and crashed into the artificial river beneath the altar like a falling meteorite. The impact was so great that it created a crater thirty meters in diameter on the water's surface, exposing the riverbed and forming a meteorite crater in which Orstid was deeply embedded.

A golden blade of light drew a crescent moon in the air, carrying Saint Milis's figure and immense power, and plummeted straight toward the point where Orsteed would land!

"don't want!!!!"

Aisha's panicked screams came from behind the crowd.

Saint-Milis's eyes darted over, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The next moment!

He stabbed Alsted, who was trying to get up, with a knife that pierced Alsted's chest from the front and exited from his back, pinning him to the ground.

*Splat*, crimson blood splattered on Saint Milis's face.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Saint Milis laughed wildly, from initial mockery to maniacal laughter, laughing so hard he almost rolled on the ground, silencing the surrounding believers who were shouting "Saint Milis."

He covered his contorted face, then glared at Aisha, who was floating towards him from outside the crowd using a breath technique. He spoke rapidly, almost sobbing, and sighed, "What's the rush? Next up are you all. I'll kill you all here, and then you'll see Eren's despairing expression!! How wonderful, the most wonderful ending ever!" Ah, hahahahaha!!

He'll definitely be furious and want revenge, only to find that his divine sword, Alsteed, has disappeared! Hahaha, Alsteed is dead, and the divine sword bound to his soul will naturally return to the shattered world of dragons!

He was filled with anger, resentment, regret, and helplessness. In the end, he came to me in a fit of madness and despair, crying and begging me to use my divine healing magic to revive you.

Oh my~ that was a scene that brought tears to my eyes~ Allen, oh Allen, I'll probably never forget you in this lifetime, you brought me so many joyful moments~~

Saint Milis wanted to say more; he seemed to have countless words to vent, but the surrounding parted river waters had already surged back, so he could only shake his head and sigh before pulling out the arm that had pierced through Auersted's body and plunged into the riverbed.

Contrary to expectations, there was resistance coming from my arm.

A hand grabbed his elbow, stopping him from drawing his knife.

The god sneered, turning his head: "You're still not dead? You're even more resilient than Allen... Oh, I've killed you many times, just not personally. This time, though, feels different... um..."

Saint Milis's expression froze as he stared at Orsteed's face, his movements stiffening.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a wail.

At this moment, in Saint Milis's emerald eyes, the man lying on the ground, "Olsteed," also had white hair and sharp features, but compared to the often angry expression on Olsteed's face, this man's expression was far too calm.

The blade that had just pierced the opponent's chest revealed the opponent's much shorter stature after the light and sound magic tool that Aisha had personally crafted shattered, revealing that the opponent had only shattered the opponent's right shoulder.

Only then did Saint Milis realize why the other party had used the Flowing Technique to block his attack on the altar.

Because he wanted to prevent the magical artifacts from breaking prematurely, the ultimate technique of the Flowing Technique was not to protect his body, but to protect the magical artifacts.

Who is he?

The wailing continued.

Saint Milis, the god of men, clearly heard where the voice came from. This pitiful howl did not come from Aisha, but from his own throat.

It was clearly screaming: "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Allen!!!!!!!!!"

In that brief moment, the god-man immediately understood everything. Saint Milis, under his control, contorted his face horribly, as if about to vomit, yet his body betrayed him, raising his hand to continue piercing the ground—that evil! cunning! disgusting! deceitful! two-faced! repulsive smile!

Just then, he heard Allen's voice softly in his ear.

With blood in his mouth, he said, "Within one minute, you used a god-level healing magic, the Human God."

And I am touching you.

Inside Allen's stomach, the healing magic circle grooves on the Dragon Saint Battle Aura Crystal, which had not been used for a long time, were engraved with new magic and shimmered with brilliant light before quickly annihilating into dust and disappearing.

Progression in the degree of flesh penetration:

100%

Source of flesh:

The God of Destruction—Allen—suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was the dilapidated corridor of the Aishan Orphanage. He shook his head and turned to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar yellow-painted door beside him.

Single Room Observation Dormitory Name: Allen Dissociative Personality Disorder Patient Medication Schedule (Sertraline Hydrochloride):

Date: August 27, 2011.

Allen instinctively put his hand on the doorknob, trying to open the door.

Just then, he heard a baby-like cry coming from beside him.

He turned to look behind him and saw a pitch-black creature, about a meter tall and fifty centimeters wide, resembling a slime. It was grabbing his sleeve and howling wildly, thrashing its body against the ground and rolling around. The sounds it made were intermittent and incoherent, sounding both comical and ridiculous.

It's just like a toddler throwing a tantrum at the kindergarten gate, refusing to go to school.

Allen laughed clearly, then he turned the doorknob and kicked the ugly thing inside.