I Became the Wrong Race

139 – Origin (3)

A trail spreading scarlet and Lorian’s prosthetic hand holding the sword.

And Llewellyn put down the hatchet and took out his favorite battle axe, the Screamer.

He compensated for the unbalanced center of gravity of the decapitating sword with the heaviness of the battle ax in his opposite hand. His body moved and approached the golem as if gliding.

This was the downside of Moon Shadow. Immediately after cutting the head, the distance widens, so it cannot be finished with certainty.

If the enemy whose head is cut is of a type that does not die even if the head is cut, it is not a fatal kill.

Normally, this wouldn’t even be a drawback, but it was different now. Llewelyn swung the ax, emitting a loud roar.

Wow!

The golem’s body explodes. Are you relying on your head for visual information? Llewellyn corrected the directional imbalance caused by swinging the ax with a decapitating sword.

Kwajajajajajag!

And the imbalance created by the beheading sword is repeatedly corrected with an axe.

The attack is just an aftereffect. Llewelyn’s attack stopped shortly after the golem jumped lightly and opened the distance.

It had a taste. Fittingly, the golem’s body was tattered and covered in scratches.

It would not be strange for a human to die immediately. Even Valterok, another golem that Llewelyn knows, would have a hard time coming out of harm’s way if he was injured that much.

But that golem was still standing.

‘Isn’t the neck a vital area?’

The neck has dropped but is still moving. Normally, people would despair because they thought it wasn’t a vital point, but Llewellyn’s brain was receiving a large amount of sacred energy and blood.

Intuition and intuition that brought him closer to foresight raised Llewelyn’s thinking ability to the fullest.

‘No, no. If it wasn’t for a vital point, she would have ignored the repeated attacks and counterattacked. That…’

As Llewelyn thinks, her arms made of Lorian’s blood shifts over her shoulder her. Returning to her outstretched bloody hand she is the hatchet, the North Wind.

Llewelyn thought while holding a total of four weapons.

‘Is it a conversation?’

The golem moved as Llewelyn thought.

He picked up his fallen head, which rolled its crystal eyes and said.

“I let my guard down.”

Normally, Llewelyn would have dismissed it at that point, saying, ‘You’re making excuses for shaving the dog,’ but there was an air that made that impossible.

She still had a hunch that tickled her brain. My intuition, possessed by a ghost, whispered that the situation was still dangerous.

The ring Ortemilia made also showed that the battle was not over yet.

So Llewelyn quietly glared at her golem without opening her mouth.

She said, “I figured since she was a failure, she wouldn’t be in trouble. She thought she would preserve her strength and reserve the opportunity to avenge all who deserved revenge.”

A golem that speaks in a voice that sounds like scraping metal. When Llewelyn heard that voice, she felt uneasy for no reason.

A feeling that something is going wrong. An atmosphere that even Lorian, who stays in Llewellyn’s mind for a while, can’t say anything about.

The golem spoke inside.

“It was stupid. I was stupid. Instead of doing what I should have done, I thought about ‘next’.”

The golem spoke while feeling somewhat eerie. Smiling.

“That’s not what revenge is.”

It was the moment when that feeling of despair turned into confidence. Llewelyn read something she didn’t realize in her intuition her her her running down her spine her her.

“I knew that revenge meant giving up everything, but I pretended not to know!”

The surroundings shake with her loud cries. Neither Luwell Lin nor Lorian knew when it was a good time to rush in, so she didn’t move.

And considering the results, it was right not to rush in.

Because it would have been meaningless.

“Revenge is knowing that you will burn today and not see the sun tomorrow, but I was so foolish!”

The mountain is shaking.

It falls apart. No, it’s not that much.

It felt like the entire mountain was being pulled out. Only then did a few memories flow from Llewelyn’s mind her

“This is why I lost my divinity, this is why I ended up losing everything I had to a sloppy bastard even with my eyes wide open! “I was so, so foolish!”

A huge face, a huge body, the way it turned into a mountain.

A village where countless golems live.

“But not anymore!”

The golem laughs. The corner of his mouth was twisted and smiling. I get goosebumps. Uncomfortable. But more than that.

A certain energy that had been beating wildly in Llewelyn’s heart was being taken away. The divinity of vengeance was returning to its rightful owner.

The golem suddenly becomes calm and slowly closes its eyes.

“I won’t hold back anymore.”

“… “What are you doing?”

“Revenge.”

A smiling face. The carefree smile that I did not believe could be expressed on the face of a golem emerged as the face of a golem twisted with divinity that overflowed and did not hesitate to be consumed.

“Complete my role.”

When Llewelyn’s eyes turned to the golem, the golem’s body stiffened and no longer moved.

It’s not dead. The dish was thrown away.

The moment of realization, Llewelyn’s enlightenment goes beyond intuition and reaches foresight.

It was at that time that Llewell Lin reflexively covered her ears.

“Brothers, look at me!”

A roar that seems to shake the soul itself. Blood gushes from her mouth her her her her.

“I, ████, will take revenge on you today!”

With a huff, Llewelyn’s body falls out of control and rolls on the floor.

He realized it too late.

The mountain was moving.

*

Elimule ran. His characteristic her is his mobility that that is different from that of his younger sister his, Elise.

The body, which was a mixture of a moose, a horse, and a snow leopard, allowed Elimule’s body to ‘run away’ with its excellent mobility.

Of course, questions naturally arose.

The shapeshifter is dead. The lives of the transformed people, more precious than tens of thousands of civilians, were taken.

It is right to choose revenge. It was right to contact the Empress and completely eradicate that inferiority.

But I couldn’t. Strangely enough, from the moment Llewellyn ordered him to run, Elimule could not even think of such a way of thinking.

So Elimule ran. They recalled all the passages they had passed so far, and traveled back with minimal maneuvering.

Even though the speed was beyond imagination, it took a long time. This is because the passage itself was too long.

A homunculus with infinite stamina and two shapeshifters with strong physical abilities, it was natural that even the blood relatives who had achieved immortality took a long time to march.

But isn’t this too long?

It was a time when Elimule had doubts. He saw the light too late and ran towards it.

The slope is steep. No, it’s getting steeper. Is it strange?

However, there was no need to question it, because as soon as I ran outside, I saw an unimaginable sight.

“… “What?”

The mountain was moving.

This is ridiculous. This is impossible unless you are a transcendent.

However, I did not feel the ‘antipathy’ characteristic of the transcendental person. So how?

Elimule did not know the answer.

There were only a few beings in this world who knew the answer, so it was inevitable.

However, the Empress would have known it the moment she saw it.

That’s because I guessed it from the beginning, so I sent two members of my family that I wouldn’t mind losing.

The moment Elimule escaped the giant’s body in the shape of a giant mountain and floated in the air, the giant roared.

Elimule is an ancient language that cannot be understood. The language of the gods that once filled the pantheon.

Elimule coughs up blood. The eyes explode, and the entire internal organs explode into a handful of blood.

Falls towards the ground. Because he was a shapeshifter, he didn’t die, but even if he died, the wounds wouldn’t be strange.

The wounds were severe because the place from which they escaped was at the eye level of a giant.

‘Oh, I’m going to die.’

It was when Elimule closed his eyes and was about to give up.

“We have secured a ‘guest’.”

A mechanical voice was heard. The feeling of floating in his body he stopped with a strong recoil, and Elimule coughed up blood and closed his eyes.

The eyes his were regenerating, but I could hardly see anything.

“… Well, go.”

“Relax. The situation will improve quickly.”

I hear a dog barking. With a grunt, Ellie Muhl closed her eyes and lost consciousness in the net.

It was the golem that put down her unconscious Ellie Mule.

Countless golems, each with a different appearance, were walking in sync with the speed and beat.

Dresses, work clothes, and gambisons that a guard would wear.

Countless appearances in countless outfits. But they all have the same voice, and they all have the same fragments.

The largest and most fragmented fragments that once belonged to a certain deity.

Craftsman’s Fragment. The only thing missing among these is a blacksmith. Countless golems saw a huge ‘golem’ moving with a strong roar.

The dog was watching among them. He lowered his tail and waved it gently while looking at the golems out of the corner of his eye.

I couldn’t bark. Because the atmosphere doesn’t allow that. The dog was a quick-witted creature, so it wandered around without making a grunt.

Then, I approached the ‘herbalist golem’ who most often took me for a walk. As he stretched out his front paw and scratched his leg, countless golems saw the dog at the same time.

Although it was a situation where even a person would be scared, the dog slightly waggled its tail at that gaze.

The golem made eye contact with the dog and got down on one knee.

“Do not worry. The whole situation is under control and we will resolve this.”

An outstretched steel hand strokes the dog. A touch of affection even though I can’t feel the touch.

Only then did the dog let out a groaning sound. Even if it is a small thing, you know it. That’s a potential farewell.

Kwakwagagagagagagagagagagagang!

At that moment, someone came out of the body of the ‘Colossus’.

Someone stopped after destroying several trees as the golems were counting, and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

“Confirmation procedure, are you conscious?”

“… Stop, you have to dance. That…”

“Consider this as acceptance. “I have a favor to ask.”

A speaking style that is rarely mechanical. Only then did Luwell Lin, the man who had collapsed and coughed up her blood, raised her head. Some kind of defensive field wrapped around his body he had already become Lorian.

Unlike the unconscious woman, Llewelyn does not seem to have any chance of losing consciousness yet. The golem looked at her man and then came holding her dog.

“This is Huey.”

“… “What, what?”

“The name of this object is Huey.”

Llewelyn puts down her dog in front of her. The dog did not want to get away from her owner, the golem, so as soon as she got down, she twisted her body up and tried to hug the golem.

“Huey.”

She sits down with a grunt as the golem gently pushes her away with her hand.

The golem sat down and spoke softly to the dog that was staring at him.

“Live long.”

The golem wakes up, leaving the dog still whining and making pitiful sounds. All the golems are heading somewhere at once.

As Llewelyn looked at those golems, she felt her heart beating violently, and she realized that she felt something similar to what she felt when she was fighting the golem inside that colossus.

It was divine. It is also different from Llewelyn’s, a divinity that was originally attributed to one being.

Divinities originating from the same roots as the Colossus who wanted to destroy the world and take revenge, gathered together and walked together.

The destination is the inside of the Colossus where God sleeps.

It was the place where everything began and where everything would end.

Llewelyn followed her golems, trusting her instincts without knowing why.