I Became the Wrong Race

121 – Warlock and Black Knight (9)

How many moments are there to choose, and how many are not to choose?

Llewelyn doesn’t know such complicated stories. She didn’t want to know in the first place. His strength was that he could do many things simply and ignorantly.

As always, he played to his strengths

He didn’t want to kill innocent people even if they had magic spells engraved on them, and he didn’t want to watch them die.

If he watched, he thought it was no different from killing.

Of course, it would be easier to throw it away. The sword they swung would have taken their lives without even realizing it, and then they would have lived with the excuse that they could not have prevented it.

But.

If that was really the life Llewelyn wanted, it was not.

Llewellyn did not want to regret anything. He didn’t want to live with regrets.

Every night, when I lay in bed and close my eyes, I wanted to fall asleep with anticipation, excitement, and joy for the next day.

Regretting and losing sleep.

Also, I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake up and wander around.

That once was enough. She didn’t want to go through that again.

That was the reason Llewelyn was standing here. He clenched and unclenched his fists, aiming his paws with both hands shaped like dragon claws.

The place where the tip of the claw is pointed is Balterok.

“Hmm.”

He was silently looking at Llewellyn, sighing.

How long has it been since you were pushed out? How long has it been since you were stopped from doing what you wanted to do?

Balterok, a being that had already become difficult to call a human, ran his hand over the scabbard engraved on his chest and smiled.

It feels like it’s been a really long time since I’ve had a chance to laugh.

He lowered his sword.

“What do you want to do?”

Even though one of the most dangerous beings in the world was attacked, he chose to talk rather than fight back.

It is both a comfort and a threat in itself. Llewellyn said even though her nerves were on edge.

“I thought they should not be left to die.”

“They have magic spells engraved on them. Do you know?”

When Llewelyn did not respond, Balterok took out the jousting spear from behind her.

“They are fires that a warlock can burn whenever he wants. “I will not stop until I burn myself and everything around me.”

At that sound, there was a bustling movement behind Llewelyn, but Llewelyn did not turn around.

Even if she had turned around anyway, there wouldn’t have been a problem. What Balterok wanted was his will and intention, not a cowardly surprise attack.

“The fire will not die out until it burns your family, melts your friends, and turns your shelter and comfortable home into ashes. They can do that just because the warlock wants it to be that way.”

“I know.”

Llewelyn has played Grim Darker several times.

She’s done all kinds of jobs, and she’s done so much that she placed 7th in the world speedrunning.

I saw, reviewed, and confirmed many things.

Warlocks were also part of it. The moment Llewelyn saw the magic, she knew what kind of magic it was.

As Walterok said, it was ‘living combustion.’

A technique that, if used collectively, would destroy the city by itself. The magic power of a warlock is sufficient as a catalyst. Because a person’s soul and life are used as firewood.

It is a vicious magic developed by Ignition Science, under the Investigation School.

Killing is right. But it doesn’t kill. I would have killed him in the game, but Llewellyn didn’t.

This was his choice her, and it was he who lived in this world, not a game character.

Because he didn’t want to color my life with regret.

“Then why are you stopping me? “Is it okay if everything you’ve built, the pantheon, burns down?”

“No, it’s not okay.”

Balterok looked at her man patiently, and Llewelyn felt his gaze through his helmet.

“But if I just wait and see, I will regret it.”

“Regret.”

“There will be many ways to solve it. Now, this is certainly a simple path, but there are places that cannot be reached by easy paths.”

Llewellyn’s eyes did not waver. Walterok looked at those eyes with satisfaction, smiled, and held the two weapons tightly.

“Great.”

But.

Walterok approaches. It exudes enormous pressure that blocks even the breathing of beings with magical powers.

So powerful anti-magic power that even Llewelyn, who cannot feel magical power, feels suffocated.

Balterok’s very existence is the magician’s natural enemy and an axis of this world.

Llewelyn gritted her teeth, feeling the weight of the world weighing down on her.

“You have to prove it.”

The moment Llewelyn heard those words, she stormed out.

The world tilted as if it was stretching around him, and Llewelyn’s new model, tilted even further, accelerated and came right in front of Walterok.

Walterok had already caught up with Llewelyn’s movements. Before I knew it, the raised sword was heading towards Llewelyn. Suppression, not killing. However, if you get hit, you lose.

Llewelyn tilted her body as she watched the sword fall towards her.

Kaa!

It is not the sound of a sword blade hitting the floor.

It’s closer to the sound of a huge piece of metal plummeting to the ground.

The force created by the collision between the anti-magic power flowing through the blade and the magical power pushed away the dust that had accumulated around it, while a cloud of dust suddenly rose up and polluted the massive surroundings.

The magic formula was engraved, and the civilians who were not engraved saw it.

She leaned heavily to avoid the sword attack, but instead lay down, supporting the ground with her arms and raising her legs.

The kick that touched Walterok’s chest like that.

A message flashed in the corner of Llewelyn’s vision.

[Explosive leap]

Oh my gosh!

A loud noise erupts. The body soars, breaking the massive ceiling of the charnel house.

Debris hitting the backboard, wood, and broken buildings are strewn about.

Also, the imitation transcendental being in a dormant state is crushed to death by a 250cm anti-magic shell fired.

Walterok flips over and lands in the air, following the spot where a handful fell off, as if he had been bitten. He immediately saw a rising trajectory before the hole in the channel house was filled.

A man with his entire body dyed black. Walterok tilted the anti-magic attribute platform he was standing on.

Two new types collided in the air.

A loud roar echoes once again, pieces of the Precious Blood split and scatter, Llewelyn frowning and holding on to the broken arm with the Precious Blood.

And then, Walterok stopped the swinging sword high in the air without even a reaction and stabbed it straight.

Llewelyn lifted up his knees with his eyes wide open, but it was already too late.

Blood gushes. A long sword penetrates along his knee, pierces his abdomen, and emerges from behind.

“You should have avoided it.”

Words that flow out briefly. Swing the sword sharply. Lightly yet loudly, as if shaking off stuck dust.

Llewelyn’s world is falling apart and accelerating. She flies Llewelyn’s body flies away without even a chance to catch the fall.

The clock tower, which still had its base, collapsed, and Llewell Lynn’s blood poured out in pain as he ran down the stairs.

“Fuck, feet!”

She quickly got up and stretched out her arms.

Kwaa aa!

A comet engraved black in the sky collided with Llewelyn.

With a clatter, Llewellyn’s feet push her through her ditch, and her her body trembles on top of them.

Huge shock. It’s definitely powerful, but what I’m more concerned about is the anti-magic power.

‘Crazy bastard… !’

Accelerates with constant magic attribute and hinders with constant magic attribute. The same goes for the slash just a moment ago.

The sword was stopped by repelling the magic power generated by the sword being swung, and at the moment of the stabbing, what was being attempted to be blocked was blocked by the anti-magic power and the backlash of the magic power and stabbed.＜ Br﹥

Now acceleration is the most basic operation. He just performed the Black Knight’s vision of ‘sky walking’ very quickly and skillfully turned it on and off.

That alone creates a shock as if a meteorite had fallen.

But that’s not the end. Llewelyn could not raise her arms her to block her fists her aimed at her head her her her her.

Wow!

Her head she turns sharply. Her head she was almost torn off. As soon as she gritted her teeth and lifted her leg, the large figure retreated without a sound and escaped her path.

‘Ah, shit.’

And then accelerate forward again.

Bang, all my ribs were broken.

Llewellyn’s arm as a counterattack misses.

She retreated again.

She needs to get out. But it was too late.

Kwakwagang accelerates forward again using momentum. Go over the base of the clock tower and come out on the other side. Even though I was rolling around on the floor, I was coughing up blood and trying desperately to get up.

Wow!

Walterok accelerated again and made a fatal attack just by placing his upright fist in the trajectory.

As Llewelyn felt her consciousness fading away, she flew away. With her realization that if she could accelerate, she wouldn’t have to strain her fists.

That also became the starting point for Llewelyn’s idea. She was blown away when Llewelyn crashed into the foundation of the building that had once been her office.

Balterok held her longsword at an angle.

“You need to work harder.”

What is needed is proof.

Convince Balterok and prove that the magic has the power to protect ordinary people.

Llewellyn gritted her teeth, stood up shakily, and partially covered the broken and torn area with her sacred blood.

She needs to move more efficiently. We must act more efficiently.

Just bringing out her martial arts skills she wasn’t enough.

There are many people in this world who are more talented than Llewelyn, and there are also people with better application skills.

In the meantime, the only thing that Llewelyn is ahead of is physical ability.

In that case, she thought that if Llewell Lin was also in her hands, she would be done.

There are enough ingredients. I have a lot of things. There is only one step left: mixing.

Llewellyn barely managed to get her bearings while panting, and assumed her posture carved with knowledge.

Spread her legs wide and place her center of gravity on her front foot.

A movement that assumes that there is a tail and that the tail will be used.

The martial art of the Dragon King, slaying the dragon.

After taking her position, Llewellyn changed her posture slightly.

All of the power of the dragon drop comes from the heavy and thick tail that acts as a support.

This is how the two-legged kick, which is heavily involved in the movement, is done.

It does not work on Llewelyn, which has a human skeleton.

If so.

Llewelyn let out her blood-stained breath, lifted her balance from her front feet, and placed it on her hind feet.

Rush power dies. Some movements cannot be used.

But if it is an application, it can be done. This is not a game. It is reality.

In reality, there are no strict rules like in games.

Llewellyn clenched her fists, her hands taking the shape of her dragon’s claws.

Come. The storm created by the repulsion of her anti-magic power and her magic shook her hair, and Llewellyn exhaled with her blood-stained face.

The moment when the remaining blood enveloped her fists and feet.

Llewelyn stood with her teeth clenched as she greeted the black comet breaking through the wreckage.

Kaa!

An explosive leap activated by slightly tilting one’s posture at the moment of collision.

Jumping is not limited by posture. Like the acceleration used by Balterok or the Black Knights.

So it was difficult to block all of Walterok’s attacks. There is no warning and it comes suddenly.

Just by taking a stance and accelerating, I was able to attack with the least amount of time.

It leads to ease of defense, agility in attack, and excellent response.

Llewelyn adopted Walterlock’s method.

Accelerate as your posture becomes firmer. Stably as if he was stepping on solid ground, he accelerates and punches out.

So it was Walterok who flew.

“Great.”

Walterok stops in midair. His chest was crushed.

When it comes to physical ability, Llewelyn has the advantage. No being in this world is as strong, sturdy, and agile as this homunculus mourner.

No one has these three things better than Llewelyn. Llewellyn recognized his strengths and made them his own.

She recklessly uses what she has and looking at it is second-class territory.

A first-class warrior simply uses what he has at the right time.

Mastery is the step of dismantling and applying it all.

A stage where even the most basic move can be fatal.

Llewelyn put his foot down at the end. It’s the same as when I revealed my aspirations a little while ago, but with a different attitude.

Foot firmly on the ground and maintain a high center of gravity, a posture more appropriate for humans.

Balterok looked at Llewelyn, brushed off his crushed chest, and placed his jousting spear firmly in his side.

The Black Knight laughed.

“I’m going to go here with all my heart now.”

At the same time, Walterok’s armor cried out. The circuit heated up and his armor burned black.

As if it were real from now on.