I Became the Wrong Race

138 – Origin (2)

Something happened that I couldn’t understand.

Although it is sudden and incomprehensible.

Llewelyn understood what this was from the moment Lorian’s blood covered her body.

At the same time, it was something Llewellyn had never expected.

Llewelyn believed that the three clans did not have unique powers, but instead only strong bodies and special abilities.

But no. This was definitely a unique period, and it was also the origin.

The name or source that a contractor usually calls when he/she borrows the power of the transcendent.

And that too, not manifestation but implementation. It was not something that was just obtained and used as a new product, but something that was created after studying the source for a long time.

Since when did the three clans start using the source, and why did he not know about it?

What are the origin methods of other clans, and do all clans use the same origin as Lorian?

There were a lot of things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t. Since the situation was not favorable, Llewelyn braced herself instead.

First of all, playback has become faster. Even without using divinity, the whole body regenerates quickly as if it were recovering using divinity.

The body is full of strength. It is much stronger, faster, and more agile than the existing power of Llewelyn.

I can’t say it’s harder, but this is good enough.

Also, what about armor? Llewelyn saw the blood reaching out and picking up the broken pieces of armor.

The armor reattaches to the body, and the blood hardens like glue to hold it in place. As the armor was being put together, many things flowed into Llewelyn’s mind.

The first thing that came to mind was the technology I had accumulated over a long period of time.

A martial art developed during Lorian’s time as a blood knight, when his body his was still only suitable for fighting.

Swinging the sword again and again, cutting off the traitor’s head and killing the released test subject.

The trajectory of all those swords. Countless accumulated technologies.

A sword skill built up to a level that is engraved in one’s instincts. That was seeing into Llewelyn’s mind.

It’s an obvious abnormality. But Llewelyn didn’t care.

Rather, Llewelyn found peace in the blood that covered her body.

Strangely, even though she had to fight alone, she didn’t feel like she was fighting alone.

Rather, it felt like Lorian was right next to me, so I felt somewhat reassured.

So, I didn’t even feel the prosthetic hand on Llewelyn’s her shoulder her her her her her her until she held and aimed her true sword with both hands.

The moment when the blunt tip of the True Beast Sword was aimed at her golem.

Llewelyn saw certain emotions and thoughts seeing into her own mind.

It wasn’t her own. Lorian, who had now become one her, wrapped around my body her her, and I could feel it in the blood that was constantly moving in the shape of his armor her her her.

In this way, Llewelyn felt Lorian’s emotions and pondered them.

The emotions, thoughts, and reasons for Lorian’s loyalty to himself.

A feeling of discomfort toward the existence of ‘father’ lurking beyond.

Llewelyn also agreed, but she didn’t have much time to face her other feelings right now.

Llewelyn let out her breath, and she took a step forward, feeling her heart pounding harder.

Lorian follows.

Her feet are light.

Raised her her her arms her her her. She aimed the hatchet in her left hand in front of her, and raised her star blade at an angle, hanging it behind her.

Normally, single soldiers do not come forward, but North Wind is an exception. It has already become clear after exchanging a few sums. The North Wind is a complete defensive weapon.

Throwing is enough to catch one off guard and create a variable. The main role is played by the wind. Llewellyn took her stance, pointing her hatchet at her golem.

She has refined her posture.

Her legs were spread not too wide, and the angle of her feet was wide enough to point forward, backward, or to the side at any time.

Her arms became flexible yet firm enough to handle her sword strikes, and her back, which had been overworked, skillfully supported her center of gravity.

Her posture changed.

Her demeanor changed.

She must feel like nothing has changed, but in reality, everything has changed.

The technology that she was lacking has been completed.

The golem twisted the corners of her mouth as she faced the numbing presence of her.

“I failed, and I fell again.”

Wedge, the trajectory spreads. Llewelyn also flew forward. My leg, which had been injured several times and could not move properly, now moves properly thanks to Lorian’s power.

The red and bronze traces collide. The cave trembled violently, and the golem saw her outstretched fist fall out of reach.

It was a hatchet. The wind blowing from the North Wind twisted the golem’s fist, and the ax blade created by the wind completely cut off her fist.

So it goes astray. What comes rushing in next is the blade of a star. A trace that spreads red. As she twists her head to avoid it, a true sword strikes from above her head.

Oh my gosh!

When you cross your arms and block, the sheath is engraved on your arm. The golem gritted its teeth.

“You can overlap with filth and fight against me with filth’s skills!”

The space is shaking in excitement. Perhaps it was a hidden tactic, but my body trembled violently and blood gushed from my mouth.

Naturally, the armor made of blood was scratched.

The golem’s subsequent kick did not reach. A decapitating sword that bends its trajectory and strikes as if it had been waiting.

With a thud, the golem’s legs were pushed aside, and Llewelyn knew then what she had to do.

Believing in Lorian.

Just as Lorian trusted him, not his father, he trusted his blood knight who gave him his allegiance.

Llewelyn moved with Lorian.

Just like that, her four-armed black knight she moved wildly.

Swing the ax and aim for the neck, then block the incoming attack with the decapitating sword and spin around.

The golem’s strength is not normal. There is some secret. However, there is no need to see through the principle.

Llewelyn is a warrior and Lorian is a knight. Beyond knowing what the enemy has, analyzing it is not their skill

Lorian’s will see in, and Llewellyn spins and strikes the star blade. The swung star blade slices through the floor of the cave, but then strikes diagonally and hits the golem’s arm.

At the moment of the direct hit, the golem twisted her arm and let go of the sword strike. That means it’s working. Llewelyn’s eyes her scatter an eerie white light, leaving behind her white trail her her her.

The golem’s crystal eyes move along the trajectory, her two fists accelerate her one after the other, and her feet draw her a colorful trajectory.

Jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja ejaejaejaejaejaejaejaejae!

The sound of metal ringing continuously. The sound of constantly swinging an ax, swinging a star blade, and swinging a beheading sword to block attacks, block attacks, and counterattack.

Technological maturity opened up countless options for Lou Welyn that she had never seen before. Her brain heats up, and like the original blood knight, she digests the amount of warrior and resistance that can strengthen her brain.

The most perfect bowl. Something Netel deserves.

The golem’s mouth distorts again. Boom, the golem stomps to a stop on her leg.

The roar comes. The moment Llewelyn stopped, the golem relaxed her posture and threw out her legs as if it had been waiting.

Wow!

“… “Wow!”

A blow aimed at the neck her her her her. If it weren’t for the concentration of armor made of blood, his head would have been cut off with a single blow. Llewellyn felt a little strange for a moment.

I could feel Lorian’s emotions and thoughts

Don’t be scared. She said she was with me.

She said that as long as she is there, she won’t let you fall.

The favor from the ‘father’ that comes to mind one after another and the loyalty that goes beyond that.

It warms my heart. Even though she knew she was brainwashed, even though all those feelings could be fake.

Lorian decided on his own decision her her her her. For the first time, Llewelyn thought that Lorian was cool.

She thought she wanted to be like that too.

So I didn’t stop. Just as she thought she was being pushed away, Llewelyn suddenly brakes and she accelerates forward. Her bloody arm, which had been holding her true sword just a moment ago, became a tail and pushed Llewelyn away.

What follows is a spectacular flying spinning kick.

As her golem crossed her arms due to the sudden acceleration of her, large sheaths were carved on her arms and her body flew up. Heavy. It’s something different from the fighting techniques I’ve used so far.

Meanwhile, Llewelyn passed her star blade to her prosthetic hand and held her true sword in her left hand.

Heavy. That’s also huge.

It was not just the weight, but the center of gravity. A weight that could rather be called a blunt weapon.

However, Llewelyn’s excellent sense of balance and her strength take it. Llewelyn was shot in front of her, and countless traces of her blood were engraved on her.

Swinging her hatchet down, swinging her true sword and kicking her arm away with a sharp front kick.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to block, her foot stopped and stepped on her foot. And the blade of the star strikes at the same time. Several of the golem’s fingers are cut off as it reflexively stretches out.

The moment the bronze golem’s fingers touched the floor, they made a dent in the cave floor and disappeared.

Heavy. It somehow manages to move its overwhelming weight and mass. I learned the secret of her attack and defense power. The tail stretched out behind Llewelyn’s body seemed to touch the floor, and then Llewelyn’s body came to mind.

What is done is a kick using both legs. An overwhelming slash that makes you think you might be pulling out a guillotine blade and throwing it.

There was only one thing the golem could do against him.

He quickly crossed his arms to block her and flew away, scattering pieces of bronze metal.

After landing, Llewelyn and the golem’s eyes meet. The moment when bright blue crystals and eyes emitting pure white light meet.

The two people’s trajectories stretched out again and shot towards each other.

I don’t know what the golem’s aim is. Lorian has never seen anything like that in a long time, and Llewellyn has never seen anything like that in a game.

But the same goes for that guy. Llewelyn stepped on the ground hard before acceleration was complete.

[Explosive leap]

Llewelyn’s body flies through the rising message. Broken type is scattered. The golem looked at Llewelyn and lifted her elbow.

Technology was absorbed. That blade-like fighting technique can be analyzed and reproduced.

The target is also visible. He must have stopped accelerating at the last moment and turned to avoid it, aiming for the neck.

So it returns the same number. Cut your throat.

The golem saw Llewelyn’s trajectory twisting significantly at the last moment and swung her elbow.

The attack that caught up with me splits the air, and I feel the sensation of my throat being cut.

Killed. Revenge was achieved.

It was even before I was filled with joy.

Blood drains from the cut on her elbow.

The golem saw a bloody fog.

“Moon shadow.”

A woman’s voice softly chanting. Sudden braking and turning not once, but twice.

The golem looked at Llewelyn at her side.

The moment the golem’s face distorts with anger.

Wow!

A blade filled with scarlet flames cut through the golem’s neck.