I Became the Wrong Race

101 – Lee Sang (2)

Enemies are flocking in. Like an animal, it uses its hands as its front legs and crawls forward on all fours.

I don’t know if that’s all, but they looked absolutely disgusting.

Even I, who have a strong stomach, found myself frowning for a moment.

They look like humans with their skin removed.

Between their legs, something was shaking or not shaking depending on their gender, and they were all running with blood dripping.

Monsters approach without any hesitation or fear. It was a sight more like something you would see in a horror game, but my mind quickly calmed down.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

I consciously thought of Selma. I didn’t kill him, but he deserves to be mourned.

He was clearly a villain, but he did not deserve to meet such an end.

A question arises in my mind. It quickly runs through the blood vessels and reaches the brain through the blood vessels and nerves.

Exciting.

The mind becomes clearer. When the faint fear that had been creeping up disappeared, I took out an ax and a long sword from under my cloak.

Grrrr!

Flames rise from the star blade held in the right hand, and the ax held in the left cries out fiercely.

Behind me, Lorian spins around with his true sword drawn, and Melody catches her breath and grabs his her neck her her her her.

Looks the same as usual. They were people who had already fought shoulder to shoulder before, so it wasn’t something new.

So naturally, my eyes turned to my sister.

My sister was looking at me.

“Would you like to borrow it?”

I didn’t ask. I wasn’t that immature, and I didn’t spend much time with my older sister.

I handed over the star blade, and my sister grabbed the star blade and held it lightly.

My sister’s eyes her her, gray pupils, were shining clearly. The emitted light burns intensely, consuming the brilliance already floating in the air.

The blackened whites of the eyes were as dark as a moonlit night, and my sister saw the guys approaching with those eyes.

My older sister was a magician.

There was no doubt. It was their characteristic that the whites of their eyes turned black.

I saw my older sister stepping forward, recalling the characteristics of Ma Ansa.

“Sister.”

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Is it a wedge?”

“Yes.”

A magician is a warrior who possesses a magic eye and uses the magic eye as a catalyst to use magic.

Since it is a subclass of the warrior profession, it can be said to have the same roots as the mourner.

He is proficient in all types of weapon techniques and can handle weapons at the level of an average warrior.

Of course, you cannot learn skills to use weapons like other lower-ranking warriors.

Instead, it has magical eyes. Learn simple magic through the magical eye.

It may not be a level of magic that can be called special, but I know it.

The magician is a fairly popular profession.

I saw my sister’s magical eyes turning towards me.

“Llewelyn?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.”

And we went on. The rushing enemies narrow in, surround us, and approach us.

There was no such thing as fear. It wasn’t just because of mourning.

I don’t know if I had to face it alone and fight it, but I am not alone.

The approaching monsters approached silently.

All you can hear is the sound of the cave walls, floor, and ceiling being kicked.

Approach. Before we know it, it’s just a stone’s throw away. I see a guy jumping towards me. They crouch down with their hind legs to accumulate strength and then run.

The distance decreases in an instant. A speed that an average human cannot respond to.

But I can see it with my eyes. I felt the trajectory through my intuition and took a step forward.

I heard the sound next to me, all ringing at the same time.

We created a harmony within it.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

Monsters flying with a roaring sound.

You can see a guy flying up with a circular hole in his chest, and a guy falling down with his head split vertically by a beheading sword.

Among them, the one I split stood out the most. A guy who splits his upper and lower body with a single swing of an ax and shoots them into the distance.

[Fatal Destruction]

[Critical hits can destroy objects or body parts.]

[Add 2 points to Strength.]

It was a sight presented by the mourner’s strength far beyond that of a human and his newly acquired skills.

But there was something as outrageous as what I did.

Wow!

It was a monster whose body was divided into left and right sides. The guy didn’t fall down even after being cut.

It stands still, as if caught in space itself, and only falls down after we pass by.

It was the power of the devil’s eye.

Then the enemies flock towards us. Seeing the scene crashing like a wave, the four of us were suddenly shoulder to shoulder.

The monster that was about to jump in front of the stops. It stops abruptly, as if its legs are caught, and collapses, collapsing with those following it.

My sister rushed over to him as he fell and swung his long sword.

A precise yet powerful sword strike that is different from when I swing it. Six heads emerge along a path painted in scarlet.

The head is still alive. Targeting her sister, legs sprout from her head and try to jump at her.

What held it back was the melody. Melody stretched out her sword and shouted.

“‘The mountains rumble, the shouts ring out! Ah, six brave gladiators! Go on, go on! The dragon of the mountains awaits us!'”

An extension of a previously heard chant. The six projectiles glowed and formed, leaving a red trail across the air.

Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tung!

The projectile fired like that pierces the head. The projectile, which still has power after piercing, smashes the heads of those heading towards my sister, and pushes those who were just jumping from the ceiling, causing them to roll on the floor.

My sister jumps towards the empty seat. He raises his long sword upright and stabs, carving three scarlet traces into the dark cave.

It was beautiful swordsmanship. Similar to Melody’s swordsmanship, but somewhat different.

When he wanted to return the long sword he had swung, he did not stop and slashed at the head of the monster that was trying to bite his sister’s forearm her, splitting, pounding, and roasting it in succession.

It was a sword technique specialized for continuous attacks. New types of skills my sister acquired in this world.

What stood out at times amidst the flexible and elastic movements were the basic fighting techniques and magical eyes used by the elves.

In the air, a gray glow moved in the scarlet light.

Kwasik!

When the guy who was approaching my sister from a low angle, his wrists and ankles freezing, stopped, my sister slammed her foot down on him, crushing her body.

As I glance at the guys who are trying to find an opening in the gap where I swing my sword, it stops for a moment, and during that moment, Melody’s thin rapier pierces a hole in my brain.

After my sister’s gray eyes scanned the gap in the melody that was revealed, the wind gathered for a moment and pushed away the guys who were digging into the side of the melody.

My older sister perfectly complemented the magician’s shortcomings in that she did not need chanting or hand seals, but she could only use simple magic.

Rather, that’s why it was close to perfection. The older sister crushed her enemies in perfect harmony with her melody.

Of course, it wasn’t perfect now, so it was easy.

“I’ll have to get some supplies later!”

Lorian smiles cheerfully, blood covering his body. The blood flowing through her body hardened into armor, and the red trail that shot straight in front of her struck all six of her heads at the same time, drawing a circular trajectory like a moon halo.

I was next to him. With a similar but different round trajectory, he bounced off the guys caught in the explosive leap with his body and cut off the backs of seven guys with the ax he swung.

The vision of the blood knights achieved at the same time, the shadow of the moon.

Enemies flock towards the empty space. The number was probably dozens.

If you were alone, you would have to prepare for two arms. But don’t hesitate. I moved forward and swung the axe.

Because no one was weak enough to need my protection.

I swung my arms and legs faithfully at the crowd of guys.

Kwaang!

The ax struck down crushes one person to the floor. Behind the guy who is cut in two and falls to the left and right, someone runs towards him with his mouth open.

Sigh!

I responded to that guy with a sharp back kick.

Then, the guy fell down with his back cut as if he had been stabbed by a huge sword.

The feeling of spattering blood and crushing flesh and bones made my heart boil.

My rapid breathing calmed down with just one heartbeat.

I am me. I am not my mother’s limb or slave.

While reminding myself, I shot forward. The b*tch called mother was still coveting me.

So, I continued the slaughter calmly and steadily.

Monsters surround me in all directions, left, right, front and back.

I turned my waist and swung the ax at the closest guy in front.

―!

A guy whose back is cut off after being hit by a screaming ax.

Lean back to avoid the outstretched arm, then swing your left hand towards the nearest rear.

Ujik, quad duddeu deuk!

Then, his left hand, swinging like a claw, cut off the man’s neck, grabbed his hand, and smashed his head.

Even before the sound of blood pattering and pouring, you can see the guy running towards you organically. From top to bottom, the guy sticks his claws into the ceiling and then jumps.

It was a surprise attack that would have happened to an ordinary person.

[Haunted intuition]

[Immune to surprise attacks and receive an advantage in detection actions.]

[Add 2 points to Dexterity.]

Not for me.

Turn your body, bend your back sharply, and extend your legs. The legs, which were swung like a giant dragon’s tail, cut the waist of the guy who was jumping in.

This time it is both ends.

Those killed by other colleagues moved even after their bodies were cut off, but those who were hit by my attack could not.

It was a combination of dragon slaying and deadly destruction.

“Sister! Receive it!”

Later on, even the ax became a hindrance. I handed the ax to my sister and took an explosive leap into the middle of the enemy lines.

A bunch of guys gathered together. They banded together to withstand my charge, but it wasn’t easy.

With his powerful elbow, he cut off the waist of the huge guy standing in front.

Then, he swung his claw-shaped left hand at the guys trying to get behind him and took their heads.

The guy who was shot at by the leg in front of me was caught by dodging his shoulder and swung it straight at the monster that was digging in on both sides of me.

After that, he threw away his broken ankle and swung his hands in the shape of claws.

Swinging from bottom to top, he twisted his body and kicked, and the backlash from the kick twisted his waist sharply and kicked him.

Split and broken corpses of non-humans pile up. Those that Ortemilia said had no soul.

A quick death would have been a mercy. I was cutting, cutting, breaking, and chopping ceaselessly.

My fingers dig into and break flesh and bones, cutting them in half like a great sword following the trajectory of my legs.

The elbows and knees that are thrown out occasionally dig in sharply like horns, destroying vital parts such as the heart or head with a single blow.

I mourned them with the martial arts of the Dragon King, created to kill even ancient dragons.

After being manipulated and having their souls taken away, I kept my cool in hopes of finding peace in the souls of those being dragged around in order to buy time.

As I suppressed the creeping excitement, the waves were already subsiding.

They were retreating. I don’t know if it’s strategic thinking or natural fear.

I didn’t think it was necessary to follow suit. Even though I kept my cool as much as possible, as I was trying to suppress the excitement that was boiling over me, my sister was next to me and the sparkle that had been creeping into my eyes slowly died down.

“Good job. This is our first time fighting together, and it’s great. In some ways, it was better than Scorching Ball.”

“… Me? “Aren’t you giving it too much air?”

“The corners of your mouth are rising. “It’s cute.”

My sister touched the corner of her mouth and then pinched my cheek.

Skinship that doesn’t hurt, and makes me clearly feel that my older sister loves me.

I bit my lip because it reminded me of the time when my sister had not yet disappeared, and she smiled and moved forward.

There was nothing left where the monsters had retreated. Only the calcareous pupils of the cave were elongated, as if the battle in full swing was an illusion.

“Let’s go.”

The older sister walked in front, and Lorian, wearing blood-red armor, followed behind, forming the blood on the beheading sword into the shape of a spear in the air.

Looks ready to fight at any time. I was just staring at that.

“After all, bigger is better, right?”

“… Yes?”

Melody muttered something next to me.

“What are you saying…” .”

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

Why are you doing that?

We didn’t even need to stop and chased after those who ran away.

The purpose from the beginning was to eradicate them.

A small group of monsters made a surprise attack to block our path, but the surprise attack on the party I was in was an absurd story.

However, the surprise raids continued, so I felt somewhat puzzled.

Clearly, Mother Netel is the source of the power of the ‘father’, and the mourner is a type of contractor who places her father as the transcendent.

Even the mourner’s skills have a lot of influence from the mother.

But why does the ‘mother’ act as if she doesn’t know that the mourner is immune to surprise attacks?

I was curious, but I couldn’t find the answer. I guess I’ll have to figure this out little by little.

I quickly broke the head of the monster that had attacked me and walked away, and my sister led us for a while and stopped only when we reached the end of the cave.

“… “This is.”

There was something waiting for us at the end of the cave.

The monsters who had run away were also gathered in front of it.

They surrounded them as if to protect them, but something under their protection was writhing in a uniform rhythm.

“Heart?”

As Melody said, it was the heart.

But it wasn’t just a heart.

It was a strange heart covered in bones and connected by strange muscles through the walls and floor.

It was clearly a heart, but at first glance it had pressure that felt like a huge living thing.

It’s pounding, pounding, pounding. I cried while making a sound.

The entire cavity was filled with the sound of its heart.

If I had done that, I wouldn’t have thought anything about it.

My status window appeared above that heart.

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The status window, which was displayed as if palpitations were a language, had a similar appearance to normal translation.

The letters were broken, as if it were an incomprehensible language.

The letters even wriggled and kept changing their appearance.

What on earth do you want to convey? Is this normal in the first place?

Despite my doubts, the status window continued to print strange characters while trying to tell me something.

The moment when those strange letters are mixed and arranged again.

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Something rushed over the vivid word that immediately came to mind.

It was an axe.

The ax that I lent to my sister, Screamer.

It rushed at high speed, crossed the status window, and split my heart.

Boom!

While the broken heart is pouring out blood on the floor, and the status window is blanking out without being able to translate.

“… I know.”

I froze when I heard my sister mumbling.

My older sister was smiling bitterly.

As if he had done something terrible.