I Became the Wrong Race

123 – Warlock and Black Knight (11)

Bal Terok waited with his jousting spear and long sword in hand.

What you are dealing with is not an enemy, and even if it is an enemy, you will not run away or show your back.

Furthermore, it was because I didn’t think he would have collapsed to that extent.

This being, who has lived for a very long time, has seen countless humans and has killed warlocks many times in accordance with his mission.

What I realized while killing so many people was that not all humans are the same.

Walterok waited leisurely.

I hope Llewelyn finishes preparing and comes outside, and eventually proves herself so that she doesn’t have to kill the scared civilians behind her.

He’s a survivor. He was a person who would do anything to survive.

He really wasn’t a being worthy of being called a slayer. The only ones he kills are warlocks or something evil.

Or, it was just a fire that needed to be extinguished to prevent further damage.

So I waited again this time. The jousting spear hung close to the ground, and the long sword twitched in his right hand.

It was a move that could have been considered frivolous, but perhaps because the target of the move was an unpopular monster, it did not appear that frivolous.

Naturally, people saw him swinging his sword and felt the hidden joy in it.

Yes, Walterok was happy.

This whole situation was fun.

This was a huge turning point for Valterok, who had awakened after a thousand years of sleep and had been killing warlocks continuously for 300 years.

Naturally, the civilians also waited quietly.

I knew that the scars engraved on my body were black magic ready to burn at any time and burn everything, and that the man who stood up to that black knight would die if he was defeated.

Strangely enough, anxiety didn’t come to mind. An inexplicable confidence and peace slowly settled in their hearts.

They did not know the name.

Llewelyn probably didn’t know either.

Only Walterok knew.

It was faith.

And the subject of that faith came out of the rubble.

“Hoo.”

Smeared with blood, surrounded here and there by the Precious Blood.

It seemed as if he would fall down at any moment, but in the sight of him walking confidently, there was a strong presence for no reason.

Something other than magic attribute or anti-magic attribute. Something different from the presence of the three clans.

However, something similar, perhaps the same, or even greater than the father that the three clans were desperately looking for.

Qualifications.

Walterok saw the qualifications.

“What is that?”

Balterok asked. His questions and nods were directed at the short shaft that was spewing out something red.

Instead of answering the question, Llewellyn tightly held the dangling bottle.

Then the wind picked up. The red wind shaped the ax blade into a vivid shape, and Llewelyn glanced at the blade and took aim.

There is no big difference from before. It certainly will.

A hatchet is a short weapon. It is useful if the distance is close, and it is better than bare hands.

At least it has a blade.

However, this did not apply to Llewelyn.

Bones, muscles, and skin can overcome most metals, and the combination of fighting skills, dragon slaying, and slashing with the hand swing creates a power equivalent to that of a large sword.

There is no need to hold something like a hatchet. That’s why the Dragon King that Balterok knows doesn’t use weapons.

It was more like wrapping clothes around the body and slaughtering the enemy with a tail and scale-covered hands and feet.

Then why did you take up arms?

What moves have you prepared?

In anticipation, Walterok slowly raised his long sword and aimed it at Llewelyn.

Our eyes met. Our gazes are intertwined. Although Balterok’s was hidden by his helmet, Llewellyn knew that their eyes had met.

The steps of one person and one object stop at the same time, and both feet press against the ground at the same time, as if they were waiting.

The two new models accelerated at the same time, accompanied by the noise of the crushed floor.

Bump into The moment when the civilians notice even a vague sense and close their eyes tightly.

A loud noise echoed around the collapsed Servan.

While ordinary people covered their ears or bowed their heads, Walterok looked at the tip of his long sword.

Deukdeukdeuk!

The sword was blocked. A shapeless red wind blew out from the hatchet and was blocked.

There is no time to think about it. Balterok’s feet moved, and the anti-magic power exploding from his body pushed his body backwards.

Whoa!

A giant flying object making a loud noise. The moment you step into the air, the acceleration is like flowing water and the chase strike is made with a long sword.

The moment he hit the ground, Walterok saw the red wind swirling around Llewelyn’s body again.

‘Is it a shield?’

A shield shaped like a hatchet. That’s how I saw it. Balterok’s eyes quickly follow the hatchet and he throws out his jousting spear.

Kwaduk!

The jousting spear, which is thrown out with a one-point attack, is accurate and powerful. Because the long sword was swung at a different time, the wind emitted by the hatchet also subsided.

Just like that, the hatchet breaks his hand and falls out of it. I was planning on breaking it, but it didn’t break. That in itself is surprising, but no problem.

Took his hand his away that’s when Bal Terok stomped his foot and tried to approach.

The hatchet floating in the air rotated and landed in Llewelyn’s other hand.

Kaang!

“Uhm… !”

The hatchet follows, drawing a trajectory like a full moon. Its heaviness is superior to that of most monsters.

You can’t fight it with force. Balterok met Llewelyn’s eyes and read the determination in his eyes.

I smiled without realizing it and dug in instead of being pushed out.

Lifting legs. The target is the abdomen.

The moment you push and kick, Llewelyn rotates. Accelerate with the red wind blowing out and take a turn to avoid it.

The hatchet naturally falls towards the leg. Kang, his armor dents and his posture collapses.

However, Llewelyn’s posture was also broken. A gap is created due to the hatchet being swung sharply.

‘Then in this gap.’

About this time Balterok dropped his jousting spear to the floor and clenched his fist.

Llewelyn, whose posture collapsed, whipped around wildly.

Wow!

What unfolds is a downward kick. The kick fired from an impossible trajectory was an invisible blow that not even Walterok could see and block.

The helmet rings with a ringing sound, and the posture collapses.

‘Is it the wind?’

The wind pushed my body around and spun in place. He struck down the ax and, in the collapsed position, used the wind to do some assaults and hit his legs.

Walterok laughed, feeling his heart flutter even though it was not beating. More. Just a little more.

The corners of his mouth that had not moved moved up, and before he knew it, his hands were reaching forward, holding a long sword with both hands.

After that, the sum exchanged was no longer something that ordinary humans could see and perceive.

Sparks rose continuously in the air, accompanied by an annoying sound that sounded like a fierce swarm of bees or countless birds flapping their wings.

As he stabs, strikes, and withdraws the long sword held with both hands, he twists his wrist and strikes again with the back blade.

Llewelyn took all the attacks from the front.

He swings a hatchet, manipulates the wind to kick slashes, and swings his regenerated other hand to leave scratches on armor.

The difference between one weapon and a person whose whole body is a weapon.

However, it is not a significant difference. It is the difference between immature technology and mature technology.

Amid the jarring sound of metal, the red-hot long sword continued to lead Llewelyn.

Only then did Llewellyn know.

He was teaching Llewelyn.

Kaang!

A strong sound of metal, torn hands, heated breath, and a rough beating heart.

In it, Llewelyn saw a wall of black blades being drawn towards her.

She folded her left hand into the shape of a dragon’s claw, grasped her hatchet with her right, and stepped forward with the wind and mourning wrapped around her body.

Blade and blade met.

In a long stretch of time, Llewelyn’s ax blade swam through frozen time and touched her blade.

Balterok holds his body together with his magic power without stumbling against the fierce sparks.

I am watching. What is needed is proof, and this is a test.

There is no need to be sincere.

But that alone makes you feel the gap. It makes you feel that it is really difficult to fight a proper level 20.

I feel like it’s telling me that you can get to this position.

Llewelyn was immersed in this situation and attacked repeatedly.

Long swords rush in. As she twisted her head to avoid it, it stopped high in the air and stabbed her.

A simple attack using anti-magic power. However, it was a swift blow that had never been seen before.

She flicked it away with the back of her hand and swung her hatchet from bottom to top.

He retreats behind her as the distance decreases, takes advantage of her gap, and uses his extended leg to push her away.

The anti-magic power that created the layered wall behind Valterok collapsed. The moment when Walterok, who had been staggering back, stops, and his eyes reach Llewelyn beyond the helmet.

Llewelyn sensed something was coming.

A sharply honed intuition informs you. A blow comes. A move that will turn everything around with one strike.

It is a strike aimed at destroying it from the front. If you keep doing what you are supposed to do, you will end up in trouble.

Therefore, what is needed is a strategy.

Llewelyn loosened her grip on her hatchet faster than the distance between her was shortening.

Pull her arms back. A strong wind, like a blowing hot wind, blows away his body and places him backwards.

And then throw it away.

Sssss!

A hatchet that flies while emitting a different roar than when it is swung. Walterok did not look at that hatchet.

As if he knew, he twisted his head to avoid it. The hatchet aimed for his shoulder and head, but failed to hit him and missed.

If he had been hit with such force, his posture would have been shaken for a moment.

It didn’t fit. Walterok narrowed the distance, feeling even a slight sense of regret.

Wow!

“… Hmm?!”

Suddenly, he stopped as a strong shock hit his spine.

My posture is shaking. It was such a profound shock that I wondered what it would have been like if I had been hit by something I had just thrown.

Although the power was not strong, it had enough impact to shake Walterok’s massive body.

Because he had to ignore the force of the throw and to come back, he had to have a stronger wind than when he was thrown.

Llewellyn pulled down her right hand, which she had thrown away, and threw out her left fist, which she had already clenched.

―!

A blow so powerful that even Balterok froze for a moment.

A single weapon clad in sacred blood and fired with increased intensity using the temporary stamina obtained as an exoskeleton.

In addition to the combination of fighting skills and dragon slaying, lethal destruction is at work.

For the first time in his fifty years, Balterok saw some of his armor shattered.

Shards of armor raining down, Llewelyn staggering back, and even Balteroc standing blankly, touching his broken solar plexus with his hands.

There was something mortal, as Walterok called it, divine, that was desperately drawn out in that blow.

Win or lose is clear. Llewellyn had already sat down. The heart stops, and the divinity within it is depleted.

If you want to build your divinity again, you will need a long rest.

So Llewelyn could no longer move even a single fingertip. She just lets out her ragged breath and groans from her mental and physical exhaustion.

Is it over?

It was then that Llewelyn looked up at Balterok with her venomous eyes.

“Huh.”

Walter laughed. It wasn’t a sneer or a smile of victory.

Rather, it was a satisfied smile.

As Llewellyn looked at her quizzically, he took her hand to her helmet and took it off her.

Naturally, Llewelyn’s eyes opened wide. Her expression of deep absurdity was reflected in her crystal-carved eyes.

Bal Terok looked at Llewelyn with her naked helmet at her side.

“Walterok, you…” ” .”

Walterok.

A famous black knight who is the leader of the anti-demon school and one of the most powerful.

He was not human.

Llewelyn took off her helmet and looked at the golem with a satisfied smile.

Beyond that inorganic face, the humanity that permeates deeply.

“It is an honor to meet you, God of the new era.”

“…”

“My name is Walterok. “I am the leader of the Dark Knights, the dean of the Anti-Demon School, and a lowly servant who has been given the mission to restore God to this god-forsaken land.”

His face was overflowing with a sense of accomplishment.

After a thousand years have passed, there is a sense of accomplishment that the task has finally been achieved.

The golem, which had never turned its attention away from its task, bowed, and Llewelyn blinked her eyes blankly.