I Became the Wrong Race

122 – Warlock and Black Knight (10)

The world passes by quickly. Llewelyn dug in with successive acceleration and attacked one after another.

A quick swing of the elbow. The elbow that was fired and aimed at Walterok’s head suddenly stops high in the air.

Resistance of magic power and repulsion of magic power. Obstruction through it. Llewelyn’s accelerated cognitive ability recognized that and her body immediately rotated.

Kaang!

“Mmm!”

What was done is simple. All you have to do is push the blocked space with your blocked elbow, and use the force generated by that push to rotate and kick.

It was an art that any second-rate martial artist could perform, but the circumstances were different.

In front of Balterok, this is something that would normally be impossible to even attempt.

A courage comparable to that of the Dragon King or the little-known Elven Abbot. Walterok laughed brightly and pulled down the arm blocking him.

In the midst of his distantly accelerated cognitive abilities her, Llewellyn exhaled harshly, and Valterok and Llewelyn jumped towards each other at the same time.

To the civilians, it all looked like two black steel pieces rubbing promiscuously.

Llewelyn strikes her leg with the hilt of her sword and slashes her sword.

As she twisted her body to avoid it, her anti-magic power that touched the ground repulsed with her magic power and pierced Llewelyn’s body like a thorn.

Internal organs flow from the torn belly skin, and the pierced elbow bends and falls.

To make matters worse, Balterok catches the spilled intestines.

I took a deep breath. A body that rotates greatly. Anti-magic power expelled explosively from behind Llewelyn’s body.

Accelerates like her flail. The ground is approaching faster than Llewelyn’s intestines are cut.

Llewelyn gritted her teeth and wrapped the Precious Blood around her arms, bracing for her shock.

Kwa-gwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gawa!

At the moment of impact, my consciousness became dizzy. This is why the protection given in the name of temporary stamina disappears due to continuous attacks, and even the repeated tributes disappear.

However, the strong body quickly regains consciousness. A short amount of time, not even a moment. However, it is enough of a gap for a person who has reached the peak of the Black Knight.

The moment when Llewelyn crossed her arms and concentrated her sacred blood.

Siiiiit!

A black arrow flew in with a long blast and pierced Llewelyn.

A simple technique of achieving transcendental acceleration with magical power concentrated in one point and stabbing it with her jousting spear.

In fact, it was horizontal acceleration, different from lance charging, which is a symbol of the Black Knights, but its power was.

With a gasp, her blood her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her mouth her her her, and her spine her her is pierced and shattered by her jousting spear her her her.

While her body was unable to move due to her shattered spine, Val Terok raised her jousting spear that pierced Llewelyn.

Even before the acceleration stopped, Walterok twisted his waist sharply and slammed Llewelyn to the ground.

Consciousness becomes distant, the world spins, and the stars slowly forming in the sky spread like a halo of moon.

It’s like an angel’s halo that comes to you at the moment of death. Die.

Llewellyn gritted his teeth and consciously regenerated his spine. In rebirth, the spine holds the jousting spear tightly.

Let Walterok flinch at that strange touch.

[Explosive leap]

Llewelyn’s leg kicks the ground.

Walterok flies with a thud. A powerful leaping power that brings to mind the massive weight of Balterok and Llewelyn at the same time.

The spine was pierced again by the force of the leap, the entire internal organs were torn apart, and Llewelyn was pierced right up to the base of the jousting spear.

Both knew that it wouldn’t kill them.

Llewelyn unclenched her fist, spitting blood from her mouth.

Getting drunk is a long time. A simple attack that just involves raising the palm of your hand.

However, even dropping a dragon is a slash.

Squirt, kaa!

The target is the face. The jousting spear that pierced you, aims for an effective hit, not the wrist holding it.

Walterok smiled brightly but was taken aback by the unexpected choice.

Before he knew it, the jousting spear left his hand. His head shakes. He doesn’t have a brain, so he doesn’t have a concussion, but he can’t help but lose his posture.

This is a long shot that puts all of its leaping power into action at close range. Of course it has to be that way. The moment Walterok stumbles and leans without realizing it, Llewelyn’s leg kicks his face, widening the distance.

Widening distance. Three steps at most. There are no gaps. However, the reorganization is over. Bal Terok suddenly saw Llewelyn holding his jousting spear in his hand.

[Killing the wizard]

[“I hope the entire warlock dies, and I too die.”

-The first anti-demon school and the dean of reconstruction studies of the inquiry school.

This jousting spear was created by a wizard of the first anti-magic school—]

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Things appeared in the corner of Llewelyn’s vision, but Llewelyn ignored them and held her jousting spear with both hands.

I don’t know how to write well. Even with engraved knowledge, I don’t know how to use a jousting spear, or even how to use it silently on the ground.

However, Llewelyn was more confident in handling this jousting spear than even the Black Knight.

Their gazes cross. The hostility is clear in the entangled gaze. The moment when Walterok applies sky walking and leans his body to accelerate.

Suddenly, with a sound, Llewelyn disappeared from sight.

Due to the wide detection range of anti-magic power and the mixed anti-magic power, it is not felt, but it attacks from the left side where no attention was paid.

Jousting. Familiar technology.

It is a technique used by vampire knights and blood knights. However, I missed it because I did not apply blood magic. Bal Terok immediately raised his arm to block.

Kaa!

There are cracks in the armor. Incredible power. It is a force capable of breaking bones, crushing flesh, and shattering armor.

But I caught it. Walterok ran the jousting spear along the outside of the armor and held on to it. Got it back The moment I thought about it.

Llewelyn disappeared again.

‘How about-‘

Oh my gosh!

Just as I was thinking, another attack came from behind. An accurate and powerful elbow strike aimed at the spine.

Balterok took a deep breath and formed a wall of magical power to embrace his body and swung his longsword sharply.

Wow!

I guessed this as I saw Llewelyn’s body flying and his gray eyes shining towards me.

He knew that he had already used the leap and mixed it with the blood knight’s vision.

That’s why the presence could not be read.

But I didn’t know that I could use it twice, using it on each leg. In fact, you have to block attacks that may come from any direction twice.

I am excited about the growth. Excellent. Balterok chased after Llewelyn, thinking as the corners of his non-existent mouth

A jousting spear that stabs loudly, and at the moment of stabbing, anti-magic power fired from the tip of the hilt creates additional acceleration, direction change, and rotation.

A powerful strike that killed all the warlocks it encountered on its way. An attack that pierced and killed a human enhanced by magical means with a single blow.

But it doesn’t reach. Llewelyn moves diagonally to avoid the spear attack coming from below. Two fists digging inward.

Kaga River!

I throw my long sword towards that fist. I block one of his fists with the long sword I swing, and block his left fists with a blade made of anti-magic power.

Then, it digs inward and sticks out his head. Llewelyn and Valterok’s heads are thrown back with a ringing sound.

Before she had time to control her crying, Llewelyn’s hand grabbed Balterok’s head.

‘No way.’

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

That was unlikely. I never thought there would be someone who would headbutt armor, especially the armor of a black knight.

As Walterok stumbles back, Llewelyn rushes in again. In the shape of a darting arrow, Balterok took a stance with the weapons in both hands hanging down at an angle.

A sound like a swarm of bees filled the collapsed Servan.

It’s simple to do. In addition to her fists, elbows, knees and kicks, Llewelyn’s attacks were a mixture of all kinds of tricks with headbutts, hand blades and fingers.

Balterok used his armor to ward off, block with his jousting spear, and parry with his long sword, while simultaneously attacking with the hilt, tip, anti-magic power, and blade.

It fits together. Every time they collide, the heated blood and the black blade appear red, and the armor, dented as it cannot be shed, makes a banging sound.

The two accelerated at the same time as if they had been waiting.

Retreat with anti-magic attribute and then rush forward. He rushes forward and inserts the jousting spear into his side.

Llewelyn used her strength to stomp her feet and fall behind her, then performed an explosive leap with both legs at the same time.

The elbow is one of the hardest parts of the human body.

Overlapping her sacred blood, her wrapped elbows and jousting spears collide.

―――!

There was a loud noise.

A clock tower that once stood in Servan, a sound louder and more powerful than the sound of its bell. In the center, the two new types bounced to each side and flew away.

Walterok was imprisoned after destroying the charnel house where the civilians were.

Llewellyn was struck, destroying what had once been her office.

While Balterok stands up and shakes off her armor, telling the civilians who are retreating in fear of her, ‘Not yet.’

Llewelyn, breathing heavily, desperately pulled her creaking body up.

In the series of collisions, all of her temporary stamina she was lost and her her mourning her her she was cut off, and it was not easy to even raise her her her her her.

Her breathing was heavy, and her divine heart was beating even more violently.

Is it because divinity is sent to the entire body to accelerate regenerative power and strengthen the conscious part?

The heartbeat was weakened, as if to show that it had been overworked.

Llewelyn instinctively knew. Even if your heart stops, you won’t die, but the moment it stops, it will be difficult to regain your strength.

She couldn’t use a weapon. The magic contained in the star blade could not overcome anti-magic power, and the Screamer was a heavy weapon to use against such a being, so there was a big gap.

Different weapons and different means were needed. If we continue like this, we will only lose.

She was panting as she waded through the rubble, trying to get past the broken door of her office.

[You came.]

Her familiar voice stopped Llewelyn in his tracks.

He unconsciously turned his head and looked behind him. Because it was a voice she had heard before and she thought she would never hear again.

[Actually, I believed he would come, but I didn’t know when he would come. At least all I can hope for is that you come on time.]

A gentle voice and an even more gentle attitude.

He also had an incredibly friendly voice when he heard that he had betrayed him.

Magistrate Servan.

His voice was being heard

[First of all, if you are listening to this, it means I am dead.]

Llewelyn’s body stiffened.

[I have no intention of blaming you. This is something I have been determined to do since I first came to the New World. But I can’t say that I don’t have any regrets.]

Before he knew it, his eyes were focused on something placed on the office table.

It was an ax that was falling with a red-green wind.

A not-so-big hatchet. In fact, it was vaguely considered a hatchet, as it had only a handle and no ax blade.

But the moment Llewelyn saw it, she knew it was a hatchet.

[But I don’t have much time left. So, I will keep my regrets to myself. Let me just say one thing.]

Llewelyn walked in front of her office table, and she reached for her hatchet, which was placed on her table.

[Hero of Servan, no one blames you.]

White lies.

A clarity that even Llewelyn, who doesn’t have much social experience, can understand.

[This is a small gift from Servan. It’s a tough road ahead, may luck follow you.]

But more than that, the favor is extremely clear. Something that remains even after death and disappearance.

Even though she never saw him die.

[Mourning]

[Remaining duration: 60 seconds]

[Temporary stamina: 10]

It seems like his last days he are in sight.

Llewellyn moved her hand her from where it had been to resting on her hatchet her her her.

[North Wind]

[“My child, I pity you.”

-?, To ‘father’.]

[This hatchet is not actually a hatchet. This thing, with only the hilt remaining, is a new object that operates with a new power that is neither magical nor anti-magical.

When there were still gods on this earth, one god left behind when he was about to leave.

The moment you hold this ax in your hand, it forms an ax blade made of red wind.]

[This weapon cannot be destroyed.

Adds 3 points to attack and damage rolls, and returns to the wearer when thrown.

When the wielder of this weapon is attacked, damage is halved once every 6 seconds and a counterattack is possible.]

Then the wind rose.

Llewelyn stepped outside, holding her hatchet in her hand.

Because there was still work left to do.