I Became the Wrong Race

129 – Golem (6)

The shapeshifter, Ellie Mule, suddenly made eye contact with the hatchet that rushed out and broke open her door.

The ax blade was whipped around by the eerie wind. A red figure that clearly shows how her attempt to knock over the hand that was outstretched and grab the blade of her ax will end.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh splitting and bones breaking echoes. The hatchet splits her palm as if to show off, slips out from behind, and lodges itself in her shoulder.

The blood rushes out, and the body is pushed and pinned against the wall.

While the walls of the building were trembling, the shapeshifters saw their group.

There are only two transformations from the three clans here. We can respond. A wound of this magnitude is nothing to a clan that has gained immortality.

Even though the hatchet stuck in my shoulder, I don’t care. He twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped forward.

What he couldn’t imagine was behind it.

Kwajijijijik!

The door shattered into pieces and someone jumped out from beyond.

Legs stretched out. The target is the head. When I twist my head, traces of long legs remain along the wall like sword marks.

‘What…’

But there is no time to think about it. The leg that kicked the wall folds and the knee rushes in. A quick attack that even a colleague right next to you cannot block.

Wow!

“Big… ?!”

It’s not just fast. The knee kick is far from ordinary. The abdomen where the knee kick was allowed is pierced, internal organs are crushed, and part of the spine is cut out.

This is not an action that the knee can produce. However, Llewellyn did not give time to analyze the phenomenon.

Jijijijijijijik!

High kick, knee kick followed by a push kick. I twist my body to avoid it, but my side is torn and my internal organs spill out.

If it were already a human, the injury would have been fatal, but the body of a shapeshifter does not know death.

They die only when their regenerative power is depleted and their source power is depleted. He is a true shapeshifter, different from the low-level soldier who was already killed by Llewelyn.

Ellie Muhl bared her teeth and deformed her arms.

The same goes for Elimule’s twin Elise. She deformed both legs, and Llewelyn positioned her in the center and lowered her legs.

Whoops, the building rings. Ellie Mule’s posture breaks down as she is dragged by her legs.

It’s internal organs. He stepped on her intestines, which were sticking out of her side, and pulled them, breaking her posture. Her knees her her her her rise faster than she can force her legs into a lunge position.

A world that rings and shakes violently. Llewelyn turns her body and clenches her fists towards Elise, who is rushing to fill the gap between Ellie Mule.

At the moment when Elise’s legs began to rush one after another, Llewelyn stepped in front of her, extending her right hand behind her.

Taaak!

The moment when the fingers of the right hand snap and make a cheerful sound.

Bang, kwazizijik!

“Uh… ?”

Before I knew it, there was an ax in his hand. The hatchet had already been thrown away and buried in Elimule’s shoulder.

It cuts off both legs. The regeneration took place in an instant, but as if that moment was enough, Llewelyn threw down her ax.

Sigh!

The hatchet digging into Elise’s head and Llewelyn jumping in front of her.

Staining her limbs black, he stomped her feet and caught up with Elise, slamming her raised fist into her.

Ugh!

In order to counterattack, he suppresses his outstretched legs and slams both fists down at Elise in succession.

It was an overwhelming violence that could no longer be called nothing.

Naturally, the floor of the inn collapses.

Bang, Llewelyn’s fist struck mercilessly until the moment she hit the floor as she went down one floor.

Kwaang!

A right fist struck her in the face, and when she raised her arm to block it, her left fist fired three times in succession, striking her in the abdomen, her side, and her ribs.

I’m out of breath. Since it wasn’t at a level where she didn’t need to breathe, Elise, a shapeshifter, felt a slight sense of crisis while feeling her rising irritation and anger.

One floor, one floor lower. The inn could not withstand the continued violence and collapsed on the floor in protest, but Llewellyn did not care.

Until the moment when his two fists she were blocked.

“… Slowly, I’m getting annoyed. Do you want to be a part of it?”

Growl sound. A level of strength that is almost equal, blocking Llewelyn’s two fists and pushing them away.

Furthermore, Elise suddenly twisted her waist, knocked Llewelyn down to the floor, and climbed on top of her.

Her blood spurted from her her grasped her arm her her her her her, and Llewelyn glanced at the ring on her index finger her her her her, then at the monster above her her.

Several beasts are already mixed together and slowly forming a shape.

A transcendent form that can be said to be a true shapeshifter. A form of true transformation that combines the strengths of all kinds of beasts.

Is this the true nature of the transformation people? Llewelyn smiled when she realized it was time.

At that time, the face of the beast of the shape-shifting race that was facing him distorted and smiled ferociously.

Wok, wok wok wok wok wok!

Before they knew it, a large dog ran towards the first floor of the inn where they were staying and barked loudly.

His tail was low, as if he was scared, and his eyes were full of fear.

The dog was barking bravely, warning Llewelyn and her shapeshifters.

Llewelyn and Elise saw the dog at the same time.

“Where are you?” !”

“Let’s stop here.”

Elise’s body soars, making a cheerful sound.

At the moment when Elise spun in the air and landed with an explosive leap, Llewelyn was standing up and shaking off her collar.

“Whoever wants to end it… !”

Instead of answering, Llewelyn held up her finger, and Elise followed the finger and looked up at her.

Bang, bang, bang, kwagwagagagagagang!

Just then, Elimule breaks the ceiling and plummets to the ground.

The blood knight who seems to have pushed Elimul away like that.

The two landed on the floor one after another. One of them was more of a collision than a landing, and the other had a graceful landing.

Elise still had an unpleasant expression.

It will be enough to suppress the momentum. Llewelyn thought, snapping her fingers and returning her hatchet.

It was an unnecessary action.

“What are you doing all of a sudden?”

“What do you mean?”

Llewellyn’s confident attitude left her Elise speechless.

Well, I was certain about the problem. However, even though he was so confident, there was a moment of awkwardness and hesitation.

“No… That’s right…”

“Why did they suddenly attack us? We would have just said we came because the Empress had something to say.”

And Elise, who was worse than her twin when it came to using her head her her, kept quiet when Ellie Muhl came forward.

“Hmm? Ah, sorry. I didn’t hear it. “I didn’t hear it and attacked.”

“… “What is that?”

Elimule laughed in bewilderment, and Llewelyn spoke confidently.

“You must have sent assassins or tried to kill me so often. “I thought I had to hit the player before he got hit, so I let go without realizing it.”

To be precise, it could be said that her ax, feet, and knees she were gone, but there was no one who could pinch them in this situation.

“Anyway, I think it was a misunderstanding, so I apologize.”

Llewelyn laughed. Taking away the Precious Blood from her body her and returning her hatchet her to her her bosom her her.

“I apologize for grabbing you first and almost killing you. I didn’t realize your weakness and almost killed you. The weak need to be treated appropriately…”

“Who is the weak one?”

“Of course it’s you! They say they are weak, clumsy, and taken by surprise, but they were unable to respond in time and were beaten, so they can confidently be called weak.”

“Are you mocking me? “Us?”

“What an insult! I’m a bag of blood with no lessons, so I can’t do things like insults! “This is my sincere apology with all my heart and soul!”

The twins, Elise and Elimule, felt like something was bothering them.

In the district where Llewelyn lived, it was a situation that could be described as ‘scratched,’ and she groaned at the damage to her pride for no reason.

But you can’t say anything about it. Elimuul finally grunted for a while and then said.

“We are not weak. If we say we are weak any longer, we will face the wrath of our clan.”

“Well, I understand. I don’t understand the point of correcting me for feeling that way, but if you are uncomfortable with me feeling that way, please be generous and accept it.”

“… “Can we move on to the main topic now?”

The dog, which was barking at the most, stopped barking as the atmosphere relaxed and began to pay attention, even as the sound of golems approaching was heard from outside.

Ellie Mule barely opened her mouth as she felt like she had lost something.

“The Empress has something to tell you. So please, I hope you follow me quietly this time…”

“I don’t like it.”

Just as Elimule’s face was about to distort, Llewelyn smiled and said.

“Do it here.”

*

There has been a saying like that since ancient times.

The one who rules the bread.

Dominate the fight.

And arguing is also fighting. I thought it was necessary to suppress the momentum before starting an argument.

I’ve never had a conversation go wrong with my first bread, so I put a lot of effort into this first bread.

The key was to let people know that I was not an easy asshole.

So, I slightly relaxed my power and squeezed.

The black armor was not taken out, the sacred blood was not used efficiently, and the dragon slaying was suppressed to a minimum.

I was a bit appalled when the kicks and knee kicks I used earlier ripped through me, but I was fortunate that my opponent was a shapeshifter.

I’ve never done anything like force control in my life.

So, I handed over the guy who had been squeezing me a little to Lorian and beat up the shapeshifters who seemed to be in the group. Fortunately, Lorian seemed to know my intention and stopped at subduing him without killing him.

The result was this.

While the two shapeshifters were chewing their lips, showing signs of exasperation, and bowing their heads.

When I raise my head stiffly and look up at someone.

Lorian was constantly looking at me to see if the situation itself was uncomfortable, but the person I was looking at wasn’t paying attention to Lorian.

I silently looked at the shapeshifters that appeared like holograms.

Even at first glance, it was not an ordinary being.

A being who feels a certain transcendence that cannot even be estimated at the moment as to how he will win if he fights.

Someone looking down at me with eyes that constantly change color and shape, and hiding their face with something like a veil.

Ha, the eyes are visible even though they are hidden with a veil.

It was strange, but there was no need to consider that. Because there are magicians in the world.

Rather, what was important was the similarity that was clearly evident as soon as one saw it.

What was visible beyond the eerie silhouette was a snake’s tail. A pure white, long snake’s tail that is not like that of a dragon that a necromancer usually wears, but bears some resemblance.

As soon as I saw that tail, I thought of someone.

Ortemilia.

A genius known to have the greatest dexterity among the three clans and to have created many things.

A dragon, but not a dragon, and someone who does not have many of the strengths of a necromancer.

Maybe that’s why someone had no choice but to take a different path.

That shapeshifter has a very similar vibe to Ortemilia.

There was no doubt.

I recalled the explanation I heard from Lorian a while ago.

The master of the blood clan, the head of the blood knights, and the court bag.

An elder necromancer and a prophet who led a dragon facing destruction to return to his father his.

A being who stands shoulder to shoulder with them as the ruler of the transformation race and the best engineer of the three clans.

Empress.

She clearly had something to do with Ortemilia.

Sure enough, the Empress looked at me with interest and said.

“How is my child doing?”

It was obvious who he was talking about. In fact, these words are no different from truth. I laughed and answered.

“Well, I’m doing well. “Grandma.”

Then silence came.