I Became the Wrong Race

149 – Subjugation (1)

Space transition.

In fact, the type of spatial transfer I use is unique, but it doesn’t mean that similar spatial transfers don’t exist in Grim Darker’s world.

The crack in the sky could be said to be an example of a spatial leap.

It is not present in all schools, but some reputable schools have it.

It was a type of magic that folded, destroyed, and somehow moved space.

This kind of magic had its own characteristics.

One thing is that even if there is a barrier, you can pass through it, and the other thing is that if you cross the barrier incorrectly, you will be annihilated.

This is a method that cannot be accomplished unless you have a certain amount of courage, so the average user was a warlock.

You can use the sacrifice you brought to increase the precision of your leap, or you can decide whether to leap by throwing it around like a lab rat and seeing if it survives.

So I thought.

It looks like a warlock is attacking. It’s my birthday, but it’s really unfortunate that I have to see things like this.

But I knew right away that wasn’t the case. Falling from a cracked space.

“… Soldier?”

He is also a soldier of the empire. He is an elite soldier carrying a sword and shield and wearing an imperial-style brigandine.

His face was filled with fear, and his hands and legs were shaking.

I bite my teeth and hear a clear sound. Fear disappears. It’s coming. I see a soldier running.

There is no sound of footsteps, and black dye is applied to prevent reflection from the moon, so it is said to be difficult to see.

Even so, it does not constitute a surprise attack.

Surprise doesn’t work on me.

This is true no matter what kind of surprise attack it is. I left the melody behind the flower field where the light was slowly fading and stretched out my arms.

Jet-black armor that suddenly covers the arms to suit the battle situation.

The soldier flinches at the armor that suddenly appears, but extends his sword. There was no effort to stop it.

Kaang!

A fast and heavy sword is blocked by a lightly outstretched fist. The moment the sword was pushed away, my body moved reflexively.

There were many things I wanted to ask. A counterattack was immediately launched due to the special ability of parrying, but the goal was to subdue with one blow but not kill.

I thought it was important to hear why the imperial soldier was here and what he was after.

But.

It was the moment when the outstretched leg crushed the hand holding the imperial soldier’s sword.

Something that rings before the sound of bones crushing.

Magical power felt one after another. It fills the space thickly and boils like a flame. I could feel it because I was wrapped in anti-magic power.

It’s magic.

My eyes turned to the soldier, and he laughed in horror.

Something colorful running through the body of a soldier. A sight that looks as if the entire vein is on fire.

And.

Kwaa!

My body took off. Bone fragments and blood pounded countless times on my armor. Blood as hot as lava melts my flesh, and bone fragments burrow into my body, making me vomit blood.

The same goes for the shock it carries. A war movie suddenly came to mind. Something like a scene where you step on a landmine.

I rolled on the floor and came to my senses listening to Melody’s voice

“Llewellyn… ?!”

I tried to speak. Run away, gather people first. The empire has been invaded.

But Melody was immediately checking on my well-being. She feels herself blowing her whistle. Magic power gathers. It coheres.

No, no. Now is not the time.

Melody didn’t know what I noticed. But she couldn’t speak.

My neck is broken. Even if you use divinity, regeneration cannot happen in time. I gritted my teeth and got up and ran forward.

“There are two weaknesses of the duel school.”

The melody that was starting to come out of the melody’s mouth was interrupted. The basic magic that casts an instant over space is silence.

Whistles, songs, speeches. Whatever it is, it’s enough to block sound-based magic casting methods.

Melody opened her eyes wide and tried to make a hasty seal.

“One, because of the casting method, you must have a high level of proficiency in preparing and completing the spell.”

The person who appeared now was much faster.

A much simplified, much simpler beast. The magical power it creates becomes magic and makes the space tremble. It was completed before the magic-removing seal created by Melody.

“Two, because it borrows the method of performance, it takes time to cast.”

A magic that has already appeared once. The magic that caused the soldier to explode.

At the same time, the soldiers step forward. The number is six. The distance is not far.

And right behind me is a melody.

It’s okay for me to get hit, but if the melody hits even just one shot, it’s over.

I gritted my teeth and ran forward.

There was something I noticed too late.

The armor the soldiers wore was not ordinary imperial armor.

Now I see that the soldiers’ armor is full of thin iron plates that look like scales.

As if it was intended to be used for this purpose from the beginning.

What I feel is dark malice. I spread my arms out, blocked all the swords striking my body with my armor, and pushed the soldiers away with my arms.

“It’s a wise decision.”

A short ringing voice. Immediately, a brightly burning light outside the field of vision.

Oh, fuck.

If I had known this would happen, I would have danced in the middle of the banquet hall.

It was too late to regret it.

I-

Quaa aa aa!

*

Llewelyn’s consciousness returned not long after.

This was partly because the divinity floating around in his body did not allow it, but it was also because the power of fate flowing through Llewelyn’s body did not allow such an unjustified death.

But for a moment, it felt distant. When she regained consciousness, Llewelyn was coughing up her blood in the middle of her created crater.

‘My body is heavy. I don’t feel well. The shrapnel did not enter her neck. The regenerative power is intact.’

What this means is that the damage was so extensive that complete regeneration was impossible even with her Llewelyn’s regenerative power in her her. Llewellyn gasped and rolled her eyes.

‘Melody, what is the melody?’

When she turned her head, she saw a distant melody.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t swept away. Her blood her flows. From the head.

I am breathing. She didn’t die. But.

“Fuck, feet…”

There is no guarantee that it will be okay in the future.

Llewellyn struggled to get up, gasping for breath, and every time she tried, she fell.

Her sense of balance was ruined. It takes time for her to stand up.

When she realized that, she heard her voice.

“It’s very sturdy. “I don’t think she would survive even though she took a direct hit.”

If you don’t get strangled, you won’t die. Even though they know the truth, they are a people called wizards who try to verify it.

In that sense, she was a great wizard.

By the time she became a duelist, she realized the error of her ways, to the point where she readily chose her betrayal of her.

The man was worthy of a wizard.

A spirit that goes to any lengths to achieve her goals, and a disposition to regard morality as a minor obstacle.

The man was a perfect wizard. If her path had changed just a little bit, she would have become a warlock.

So Llewelyn did not react to her man’s words. It was a man she already knew well.

She just focused on herself and her melody.

Llewelyn was able to survive thanks to the sacred blood unconsciously wrapped around her neck and the divinity she concentrated in her last moments.

The flying fragments even touched the neck.

Llewellyn literally barely survived.

He moved the divinity within his heart to relieve the shock that had penetrated his body.

“On the other hand, my sister…” ” “It’s just like being swept away by a shock wave.”

The wizard said.

It’s my sister’s residence.

It’s not surprising. Llewelyn I saw a man standing outside the crater, gritting his teeth and trying to get up.

“I told you to throw away old customs.”

“… Azdan.”

Azdan, the new dean of the War School and a traitor to the Dueling School.

A genius who learned all the magic of the War School and created new magic in just one year.

The best wizard in the empire.

He humbly smiled, as if he had read Llewelyn’s thoughts

Soon he cleared his throat and spoke. It’s an easy-to-listen voice worthy of a former duel school student.

“I missed it, but it was right, so it won’t happen, but I was told to do this matter thoroughly. “I think we’ll do our best here too.”

So the story progresses as it pleases. That’s the nature of it all. Llewellyn tried to get up, but her legs wouldn’t move.

Focus on divinity. But she realizes it’s too late. A magic circle suddenly spreads throughout the crater.

I don’t know the technique. However, I guess it is due to the anti-magic power felt from the armor.

Space leap. Changes come faster than Llewelyn can open her eyes.

Ujik, blah blah!

Before I knew it, Llewelyn was in a mountainous area outside the realm of the pantheon.

The flat land below the snow-covered peak.

From there, Llewelyn looked down on the pantheon.

A pantheon filled with death everywhere. A huge amount of troops were sweeping the pantheon.

The blood drains and her face turns white. Llewelyn’s eyes trembled wildly.

“The Empire said hello.”

Azdan said. Casting a strong defensive field over her entire body.

―Uuuuu!

The defense field draped like that shakes violently. A fist stuck above her defenses her breaks through, shattering her magic like shards of glass.

Az Dan suddenly stood up and laughed at Llewelyn, who had thrown her fist at him.

“Would you like to dance with me?”

While magical power and anti-magic power collide and repulse on a snow-covered mountain.

Fires were occurring everywhere in the pantheon.

There were people at the center of the fire, and one of them was a woman.

A being known to be able to take on an army alone, but unable to exert its full power when there are allies.

She was once the greatest woman in the empire.

Hogukgyeong, Lucilla.

People were running away, and the army flocked to the empty space.

No matter how outstanding an individual he is, he cannot stop it alone. ‘Death of a Star’ cannot be written because there are still people. I am swept away.

But that doesn’t mean you can give up. Yoon Se-ah instantly became Lucilla and glared at the enemy inside her station.

One person had his throat cut, and one person had his heart stolen a while ago and died with his eyes wide open.

And the similar level is eleven and two.

Lucilla felt something like a deliberate flow.

The martial artist who was holding on to Esha Terna in the distance was like that, and so was the knight who was attacking Lorian, who was leading the refugees.

Intentional division, destroying each individual, buying time.

Something similar is probably happening to Valterok, who is not here right now.

The general, reading Lucilla’s gaze her, her spoke

“It’s been a while, Lord Hoguk.”

“General Milesian.”

“By the will of the Empire, I sentence you to death. I advise you to surrender quietly… “They probably won’t listen.”

Lucilla aimed her longsword at her, and the general laughed. It was the smile of someone who couldn’t back down even though he knew he was no match.

“It’s what you expect. We are outcasts. The plan is to tie you up, take care of everything else, and then gather all our forces to kill you.”

The general’s long sword is also aimed at Lucilla. People screaming, soldiers chasing those people, and even people struggling to stop those soldiers.

As Lucilla’s eyes glowed with anger amidst confusion and despair, the general concluded his speech her refreshingly.

“For the Empire.”

And the two long swords flew towards each other.