I Became the Wrong Race

137 – Origin (1)

The whole place was filled with throbbing, pain, and roaring sounds.

A power that makes even those who have already lost consciousness tremble and open their eyes. As the whole place trembled violently, the blood relatives who had been lying unconscious opened their eyes.

Her name is Lorian. She was once a blood knight, but due to a curse and a failed mission, she gave up everything and changed her life.

And as soon as she opened her eyes, she blinked in embarrassment at the sight that greeted her.

The heartbeat resonates. A violent throbbing that could hardly be said to have originated from a single individual’s heart swept all over the place, and Elise’s body swept away by the throbbing, trembled.

The owner of the heartbeat and the golem, moving at high speed, extended their fists towards each other’s bodies.

Then, a shock wave shook the surrounding area along with a loud noise as if the space was exploding. Including Lorian, who was just opening his eyes and trying to get up.

She stumbled and fell down, and only then did she see the fight taking place.

“Llewellyn…”

Even if you call my name, I can’t reach you. Her voice was so quiet, and the aftermath of the crash was drowning out all the sounds around her.

To make matters worse, Lorian found out too late that his neck was injured. She may have not yet recovered from the injuries suffered in the aftermath of the crash.

Or maybe she subconsciously is blocking it.

Lorian lifted her head just as she was groping her neck and saw the crash that was happening.

It was a high-speed battle that was almost invisible, but it was a battle where each enemy that collided with would stop and their afterimages would be visible.

Therefore, Lorian was able to know the aspects of the fight without having to see the entire fight.

Llewelyn swings her elbow at the end of her acceleration, and her her golem’s head her snaps back and throws out her leg her, pushing Llewelyn away.

Even with her chest crushed, Llewelyn reached out her hand and swung her fist around her golem’s her neck her her her, allowing the golem to hit her three times before slamming into her head and striking her with a quick punch.

She Pushed her Llewelyn away a few times.

It gets pushed away like that, and at the end of the push, it retreats for a moment and then collides again. Strike your leg from top to bottom like a guillotine, catch it with your forearm, rotate it, and return it with a circular kick in the air.

Wounds and war scars engraved on each other’s bodies like that. With a bang, the dented armor unfolds from the inside, and the scratched bronze body regenerates with a strange light.

Lorian could tell just by watching the fight.

It was already clear where the fight was going.

I don’t know how she holds up against something like that, but if things continue this way, she will lose.

Just in time, Llewelyn’s head tilted her back her, and the golem jumped up and hit Llewelyn’s head her with a kick with her knee her.

She was tangled up and fell down, and before she knew it, the golem was climbing on her Llewelyn her and punching her.

Her helmet her her her is dented. It wasn’t until the blood began to see out from inside her that she was able to twist her waist and get out.

The golem lunges at Llewellyn, who escapes like that, and grabs him, and only after his arm his is broken by the golem’s jutsu does Llewellyn kick and push him away.

Llewelyn clearly seemed to have the advantage in terms of strength and speed.

Even in terms of her regenerative power her her her, Llewell Lin was far superior.

Still, she was visible in Lorian’s eyes. If things continue like this, it will be Llewelyn who will be defeated, not the golem.

What makes their fights like that?

The answer was simple. Experience and skills.

Unlike Llewelyn, who started killing people and taking lives only about two months ago, the golem’s movements had a clear direction.

My guess is that the precision and direction has been taking lives and killing people for hundreds of years.

Since the direction of his killing intent was clear, there was no hesitation, hesitation, or even calculation in his techniques, attacks, and actions.

He said It was a being that could kill people as if it were a natural reflex. The moment Lorian realized this, he was shocked and wondered how on earth something like this could exist.

It was to the point where I thought it was something that controlled murder.

And her perception was correct.

That is something that murder once had as its domain, but was taken away.

Since revenge and murder were indistinguishable to mankind in the distant past, it was something that was closest to a god of murder among existing beings.

Because there was a clear difference in technology, the result was obvious. Llewelyn’s attack touched, but was not fatal.

This was because the golem knew which attacks were fatal and which ones were not, so she was forced to respond.

Also, with the divinity that he was born with and cultivated, he was able to respond to any attack by twisting cause and effect, just as fate does.

Even in the eyes of Lorian, who had no way of knowing that, the outcome of the battle was clearly visible, so how impatient Llewellyn, who was involved, must be.

Lorian thought he had to help just as he was guided, so he tried to pick up the beheading sword that was lying next to him, but stopped.

It was because of the brainwashing and the behavioral principles that remained clearly in her blurred consciousness.

Because she also knew that, she hesitated.

Her face was reflected in the red sword body. It was the light created by the flames emitted by the blade of a star not far away.

The shadow spread by the flames moves dizzyingly. What you see every time an enemy stops is a golem that takes Llewelyn’s attacks and destroys Llewellyn with an accurate strike.

Need to help I know that. But.

Is that right?

Is it really her her own will she she?

To what extent was it Lorian’s own will her, and to what extent was Llewelyn’s her her?

Her suspicious ears possessed her.

Her awareness Her that the trust she had placed in Llewelyn was a lie, and that everything, including her crush her and her oath her her, may have been false, held her captive and prevented her from moving.

A shadow passes over her, and her hand which was about to reach for her true sword stops.

It was a prosthetic hand.

Something that resembles red, shiny armor.

An item that cannot be created unless you are an expert in the ‘body’ of the Empress’ level.

At the same time, it was a scar and war scar carved by Llewelyn.

So Lorian found the only feeling he could call his own.

When she was still a Blood Knight Lorian, she faced Llewelyn at the Blood Clan’s fortress.

A blood bag that was trying to escape by beating down its relatives in a frenzy.

Lorian knew it the moment he saw it. This is not a common abbreviation.

Do not harm the weak, protect your kin, and act honorably.

It was her vow her her her. So she did that. She protected her clan and dealt with the strong, not the weak.

She missed it so much. It was strong. It was not a story of simple strength and force.

It was a warrior ready to fight and die.

Throughout Lorian’s life it was what divided the strong and the weak.

She knew that this was the reason why stronger and more skilled beings were defeated.

Are you ready to fight and die, and are you ready to fight and kill again?

No matter how powerful a person is with his skills and strength, if he does not have that mindset, he will often be defeated by someone who is much inferior, and that was Lorian’s law her.

So she followed.

That’s how I found it.

He also met great warriors, fought them with all his might, and chased them down.

After a chase, they met and fell for the trick, and other warriors joined in, engaging in a three-way battle.

It was her missing arm at the end. Usually, when you lose an arm, you tend to resent it.

At that time, Lorian did not blame Llewelyn.

In fact, it was the opposite, and Lorian recalled his feelings at that time.

Proudness, admiration, anticipation and excitement.

Lorian was sure. It’s not due to brainwashing or some agent she doesn’t know about.

All those emotions were hers. So she thought it would be a good idea to follow Llewellyn.

She didn’t know what happened after that. Even her her favors her her her feelings her, and thoughts she had after she could have been manipulated.

Even so, she swore in front of him.

She said she would be loyal, and she did.

Despite all the things, actions, and situations, there was something that didn’t change.

Lorian was still a knight.

She was still a proud blood knight.

A knight who protects his clan, keeps his oath, and points his sword at the strong without harming the weak.

So Lorian grabbed the beheading sword without hesitation.

It was only a moment, but hesitation reared its head her. If you use it, there is no way to go back.

This is an engraving. A technology that is used for only one person in a lifetime and exists only for that one person.

That’s why I haven’t used it for anyone until now.

I left it for my father to use when he returns one day.

All blood relatives were like that. Not all blood relatives could use it, but if they were blood relatives that could use it, they wanted to use it for their father.

Because we are all the Father’s servants, his armor, and his helping hands.

But now that I think about it, there was something strange about it.

If Llewelyn unintentionally twists Lorian and the three clans, and the factor influencing perception is that of her father her.

Is the attitude shown by the current clan really what they intended?

Maybe.

It was around this time that doubts began to see back into my once-firm determination.

Oh my gosh!

A loud noise erupted, and Llewelyn’s body flew.

Llewellyn rolls across the floor and stops while holding onto the star’s blade.

Spilling his blood over her broken helmet her, he stretched out his left hand and summoned the North Wind.

He held a weapon in both hands, but he was unreliable. The situation of the fight was slowly waning.

No matter how much divinity was taken away from him, the opponent was not a poor being with only divinity.

Lorian looked at Llewelyn like that.

Father and Llewelyn.

If you had to choose who to serve among the two.

If you had to choose someone who deserves your loyalty.

Lorian’s hesitation stopped. She stepped forward.

“Get out of the way, filth.”

Golem said. The voice scraping metal was burning with vivid hatred and murderous intent.

I had an intuition that the hatred this being harbored was also directed towards my father. So Lorian chuckled without even realizing it.

If I think about it, I think I didn’t look properly because I was only looking for my father.

Just as Golem was obsessed with the existence of her father and tried to kill Llewelyn, Lorian also seemed to see Llewelyn as just a replacement for her father and did not interact with him properly.

She laughed at the thought of self-destruction and the possibility of making things right now.

“You’re not getting out of the way.”

It was the moment when I held the beheading sword with both hands.

A bronze trail spreads. The countless training engraved on her body made her raise her sword to defend herself, but the golem’s attack was faster than that.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

A loud noise rings out. Llewelyn’s eyes widen and tremble.

The pain of loss seemed to run down Lorian’s spine. Even though she didn’t see it, she was able to picture Llewellyn astonished and scared.

Her heart her is soft, different from her her father her her her.

Lorian saw an arm piercing my chest and sticking out on the other side.

The golem was also looking at her her arm her, which had pierced Lorian’s chest her her her.

Even if you are a blood relative, it is a fatal wound. That’s usually the case.

But for some reason, I realized that the golem didn’t feel like I had killed it.

Rather, I felt an emptiness as if I had hit a floating cloud.

The golem just raised its head.

Lorian was smiling.

Her mouth opened

“Original Implementation.”

The mouth opens, the voice flows out, faster than the words can be heard.

The meaning spreads throughout the world. The law is distorted, and the power of the root, the gigantic blood that no single object can contain, descends into the world.

Lorian’s skin, his pierced chest her, everything spreads like an illusion.

Blood-colored, like a fog made of blood.

The collapsing blood rushes through the golem’s cognitive speed and Llewelyn’s senses.

Quarrrr!

Lorian disappeared. Where Lorian was, only boiling blood was rushing behind her.

Even with her blankly opened eyes and wide open mouth, Llewelyn did not feel any repulsion from the blood covering her body.

There was only a strange sense of comfort. In that sensation, Lorian wrapped around her her Llewelyn her her her.

Fixing her her broken bones her her her her, tracing her her torn skin her her her.

Put together her broken armor and cover her her body her like that.

Red vision quickly opens up, and an unprecedented sense of omnipotence and omnipotence sprouts in Llewelyn’s body

Her body moves of its own accord. Technology that seemed to have been accumulated over decades or even hundreds of years shines in her mind.

The arms she made her with her her blood her her and Lorian’s prosthetic arm held the True Beast Sword with both hands, and Llewelyn’s arms held the North Wind and Star Blades, respectively.