I Became the Wrong Race

136 – Golem (13)

There was no time to lie down. It didn’t take long for Llewelyn to realize that in the tangled mess.

A tingling sensation as if a needle was digging into her brain. A sense of distantness unique to panic disorder that is clearly felt beyond the sense of crisis.

In addition to the ability to detect crisis, which can be called intuition, all senses have been sharpened.

Tuk, the sound of a light leap. However, the sustaining destruction is not light. Llewellyn gritted her teeth and pushed Lorian aside.

Whoa!

Legs fly off as Lorian rolls around on her floor, unconscious.

There was no time to block it.

She just felt her consciousness fading away as her toes pounded against her solar plexus.

Her breath catches her. She loses consciousness. The temporary stamina and mourning that remain in her body are what keeps her spirits up.

“Fuck, feet… !”

Her intense pain subsided, and Llewelyn rolled to the floor, desperately pulling out her weapon from within her cloak.

She cannot win with her bare hands. Even if bare hands are my specialty.

That is not a being that can be defeated with bare hands. The doors crashed together and Llewelyn grabbed different weapons in each of her hands.

Tuhwaa!

The red wind that blooms like that and the fire that glows scarlet.

The golem chases after that gap without hesitation. The bronze body shines with rising flames.

Before you know it, it’s just around the corner. The moment her eyes her her met, Llewelyn’s feet dragged, and her golem’s legs her her shot forward.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang!

Her bronze feet her her her touch her her her sword her body her her her. She sharpened the blade accordingly, but did not cut herself.

It was a strange feeling. It feels as if even the recoil that should be transmitted to the sword body is absorbed.

In keeping with that, the golem’s feet moved on the sword. To avoid the series of kicks aimed at his her head her her her, Llewelyn moved the North Wind held in her her left hand her her her her.

The moment the wind blowing out pushes her feet away, and the golem floating in the air lands.

The North Wind that Llewell Lin held in her left hand and spewed out a red wind and accelerated. The target is the snow. The golem dodged the attack by twisting her head, and then struck away the stabbing star blade with the back of her hand.

It’s a short distance away. The reach of a fist, not a weapon. Llewelyn let go of the North Wind she held in her left hand and met her fist her with her her left hand her her her, which became her her dragon’s claw her her her her.

The sound of metal ringing continuously and the shock seeing through her armor and into her her body her her her.

And even though Llewelyn’s physical strength far exceeds that of a human, the golem takes all of her attacks and counterattacks her without even flinching.

There was still a strange feeling. She wasn’t very good at taking it. Something beyond technology.

Closer than a stone’s throw away, at a distance where each other’s knees touch, the thrust elbow pushes the golem away, widening the distance.

A short span of less than ten steps. But we knew each other well. If you want, this distance is not even close.

Suddenly, the golem’s feet, which had been dragging briefly, stopped and Llewelyn finally made eye contact with her golem.

“… “Who are you?”

It was strange to ask now, but Llewelyn had no idea.

She wonders why she was attacked and why Elise had to die.

And why does she continue to attack without saying a word while speaking as if she knows herself?

More than anything, I needed time to collect myself. Just making time to play was worth the conversation.

In the end, it was an excellent insight. Insight brought by possessed intuition and the divine power to read fate.

Llewelyn said.

She said, “He attacked me with a question-and-answer dance, and the moment he opened the coffin, he thought it would be the same as ‘me’ and killed him with one blow. “Aiming for the neck to prevent it from regenerating.”

The golem stood with an inorganic appearance. He was just standing there, looking at Llewelyn as if the conversation function didn’t exist.

Although there was no expression and no emotion could be read in her eyes, Llewelyn could sense hatred from the golem.

“And he tried to kill me. “I thought she wasn’t crazy and trying to kill me.”

“That’s a long story. Does it buy time?”

“I thought she would be up for conversation,” She said. “If I die without knowing anything, revenge won’t be sweet.”

What Llewelyn said was true. She thought that she would feel bad if she died without knowing anything about the person she was avenging.

Even if she has a plan behind her that wants to complete her rebirth, she has no choice but to get caught.

The golem’s crystal eyes turned to Llewelyn, and her mouth slowly opened.

In a voice that sounds like scraping metal.

“Who am I?”

She didn’t know when she first heard it, but she realizes it now.

Llewelyn felt the deep hatred seeing into her voice.

She was not a hateful person.

However, clear and dark malice pouring down on Llewellyn as an individual.

Even as Llewelyn felt her regenerating body, she was overcome by the hatred. Light slowly flowed from the golem’s blue crystal eyes.

“I am revenge.”

The first words evoke a sense of déjà vu for Llewelyn. But after that, things went completely differently than expected.

“I am a blacksmith.”

The pattern of the anvil shone through the embossed gold marks on the golem’s body.

“I am the suffering of all the persecuted.”

After passing through the anvil, the screaming skull engraved on my forearm glistened darkly.

“It is also the stump of the rising sun.”

The embossing on the face, in the shape of a shadow cast by the setting sun, gave off a darkness that did not fade even with the light of the star’s blade.

“I am the sigh and retribution of those who have been taken away by you.”

The golden embossing on his entire body his shone. When all the seemingly different lights came together, Llewelyn was overwhelmed and her eyes widened.

“Who am I? “Traitor, traitor who has fallen, who dared to ask who I am?”

It’s shining. Only then did something relatedly catch Llewelyn’s eyes.

In the coffin, there was a mural similar to the one seen in the pantheon.

The mural, shadowed by the flames emitted by the star’s blade and overflowing with shadows, depicts a man falling after being stabbed with a dagger in the back.

“I am ■■■■, the monarch whose name was stolen from you!”

An inaudible name. Llewelyn heard her words without even knowing what they meant and took up his weapon reflexively.

A defense done instinctively without even realizing it was coming. A counterattack created by the surprise prevention effect of haunted intuition.

But it doesn’t reach. The bronze trail moves past Llewellyn and arrives behind him.

Blood pours out from the corner of Llewelyn’s mouth faster than it feels like it’s gone. A coughing fit of blood and subsequent shock. Her golem she moved toward her her body her her her, which was strengthened by her temporary stamina her her her.

I reflexively sweep and kick her legs to avoid the whipping north wind. Already her armor her is gone and her her exposed feet her her her she are broken. Llewelyn plummets to the ground, her ankle broken.

Feet falling towards Llewelyn. The feet, made of bronze and covered in gold, were emitting a light that was very familiar to Llewelyn.

Boom, my whole body rings. The cave trembles. I feel sick inside.

Trajectories of pursuit as Llewelyn rolls her body. Jump up and throw out your knees. When he blocks it with her wrist her her her, her wrist her her her her breaks.

As her arms she was wrapped and secured with her her sacred blood her her her, two punches and two kicks struck Llewelyn faster than her feet her she could touch the ground.

With a loud bang, her armor was crushed, and as soon as she forced it out with the blood, it was crushed again.

What comes to mind is a video I once saw.

A documentary that showed objects being crushed by high water pressure.

Llewelyn looked like that now. She is a submarine that is destined to be crushed to death.

Her her death her her approaches. In the face of seemingly distant attacks, Llewelyn steadily counterattacked and defended tirelessly.

But she can’t reach it. It’s a strange feeling. A sense of being twisted beyond providence by a fierce attack.

The swinging north wind is caught. It gets crushed with her hands. With a crunching sound, her hand crushed by her armor she falls to the floor in a mass of mixed flesh.

“For you, it’s a waste of money.”

A golem gnashing its teeth and throwing out its legs. When I cross my arms to block, my arms break. The sword in her hand left her, and Llewelyn rolled across her floor, stretching out her hand to return the North Wind.

But it wasn’t just the north wind that returned. Llewelyn was forced to fend off her golem, which rushed towards Llewelyn with the North Wind, sending her to her knees. A wrist breaking with a ringing sound.

An attack that ignores her her armor her her her hers, pierces her temporary health her her hers, and inflicts precise damage to Llewelyn’s body her her her.

Llewelyn felt her familiarity with it. She felt that she resembled the mortal and divine beings she used.

But how? Her brain, filled with intuition and divinity, is poured into the mold. The correct answer comes to mind automatically.

Blacksmith, revenge, suffering of the persecuted, shadow.

A monarch whose name was stolen.

God.

As soon as Llewelyn’s intuition she pointed it out, the new form of her golem rushed in once again and she dropped her fist towards Llewelyn.

There was energy flowing through her fists. Something so fast and frantic that I couldn’t read it. When Llewelyn saw that, she stretched out her hand reflexively.

Turn the divinity that was focused on her rebirth. She turns her head and wraps it around her fist. Her her dragon claws her are no match for the falling hammer her her her.

So, it’s a fist.

The moment Llewellyn grits his teeth.

Jeaeaeaeaeaeang!

When she dropped her hammer on the iron on the anvil, the space shook violently with a sound that sounded like it would fly.

The golem’s already emotionless face became even colder, and its crystal eyes were aimed at Llewelyn.

The emotionless face and the embarrassment and contempt clearly visible in her hands.

Llewellyn grew as she felt her body regenerate relatively slowly, unlike before.

In his eyes her, he saw the incarnation of God, and even after that God, he saw the remains of the deceased lying around.

Elise lost her head

The woman who gave her candy when she wasn’t feeling well and did various things to cheer her up.

She even changed her hands a little and pushed her, saying it would make her feel better.

Of course Llewelyn knew. That all of it is a false favor brought about by ‘her father’s’ kindness and is nothing more than an illusion.

If the father’s kindness disappears, it is something that will disappear along with it and return as antipathy.

Even that goodwill can be abused. Llewelyn said she immediately swallowed her anger and vengeance when she told him to run, and she thought of Ellie Muhl, who ran away without realizing it.

It was disgusting. She felt that her faith in her father was fading.

This god is the same. I don’t know why or what happened to her, but I was certain that she had something to do with my father.

She could have been just a scapegoat, a victim.

She could have deserved all this death.

But, nevertheless.

Is the death of those who were favored by their kindness in vain and despised?

[Mourning]

[Remaining duration: 72 seconds]

[Temporary stamina: 12]

It can’t be.

Llewelyn gritted her teeth and slowly straightened her knees.

As she took the attack, her broken leg was covered with holy blood, and the ‘mortal’ energy exploded from her heart and spread throughout her body.

Even if all that favor is a lie and an illusion.

Llewellyn had already decided on her her old days her her her.

Even if all of this is a fantasy, I will do my best, and even if it is a fantasy, I will live as if it were the truth.

So that you can live without regrets and move forward without looking back.

Llewelyn’s heart was beating wildly. There was no fear, embarrassment or sadness that she had felt just a moment ago.

Elise is dead. Elise expressed a crush on Llewelyn, and Llewelyn knew it.

Then there was something to be done.

Llewellyn gritted her teeth and straightened her knees. The moment she embraces her golem her in his eyes her her her.

Her fist flew in with a crackling sound and struck her golem.

Her golem’s bronze body flew away in a beam of light, and Llewellyn lowered her stance just as she had knocked her golem away.

‘I will take revenge.’

Seething rage fills Llewelyn’s heart her her, and her her golem her feels the divinity her leaving her her.

The two gods roared at each other.

Soon the cave was filled with violence.