I Became the Wrong Race

156 – Miracle (3)

As dawn broke, light emerged like a star.

Lucilla looked up at that light. It was clear to her that this was not a good sign.

She subconsciously thought of her younger brother, whom she tried not to think about.

How difficult must it have been to fall into a world like this?

I wanted to say that I didn’t have to do anything, but I couldn’t.

She tended not to force things on her younger brother, and like her, Sejin Yoon, she was timid.

It was impossible for her to force anything, considering the possibility that she would be hated if she did.

But she couldn’t just ignore it. In her heart, Lucilla wanted to erase everything and go find her brother with the death of the star.

Her black and white eyes she darted across the air. The pupils emitting white brilliance glistened with life, and the blackened whites glowed with magical power.

There was a man in the direction my eyes looked.

A general who once possessed a dignity befitting his position and wielded unrivaled power within the empire.

He had just had one of his arms his his took away. The amount of blood flowing was unusual, but he could not even stop the bleeding.

Because right next to him was the face of a wizard who was trying to cast something on him to help him recover. A corpse with an ax stuck in its head and its eyes rolled back.

The sight of him kneeling, unable to even lie down on the floor, was pitiful.

He wasn’t the only wizard. There were corpses everywhere.

His throat was cut, his head crushed by a mace, and his heart pierced by a spear.

It was literally a mountain of deaths.

He led them out of the Manshin Battle to somehow prevent them from joining and hunting them down, but it was a part that revealed that the fight was not that advantageous.

He actually thought he had an advantageous battlefield.

It was not far from the Pantheon to block the ‘death of the stars’.

It was clearly advantageous.

He camped. A Jin that gives vitality, superior strength, and slight regeneration to allies inside, but has the opposite effect on enemies.

He fired arrows all at once with the hunters, mercenaries, and soldiers he had prepared in advance.

The prepared warriors rushed into the gap, and the strong, including the general, tied Lucilla’s feet.

The result is this.

Even though he expected it, he couldn’t fight back.

All I could do was tie his feet his.

It was absurd that this was also one of the expected results.

The general raised his head with a pale face, unable to even stop the bleeding.

And then I saw a beautiful woman standing with an appearance that didn’t seem real.

She had her hands full of blood.

Blood splattered up to her cheeks, and the white clothes she wore were covered in blood.

It wasn’t all his own blood

There was not a single effective hit. It has to be that way.

Chijijijijiji!

The ground she was standing on, specifically the bricks that made up the road, were melting. Not only her corpse her her her, but also countless arrows and weapons fell around her.

Those who died were also similar. This was because the hole in her chest and the weapon embedded in her head all looked like they had been melted by high heat.

So, most of them had horribly distorted faces and clean scars. It was different from the general’s right hand man.

It was worth it. The general’s right arm was cut off by a method unknown to him after the sword strike he had made.

The general faintly and fading.

A strange change, the heart of a star.

The effect is simple. Pouring all the firepower that can be used to kill a star into the body and surrounding it with it.

Of course, the effect was intuitive. Everything she touches melts, and all the weapons she holds are transformed into weapons boasting incredible cutting power and high heat.

Although it is less effective when using blunt weapons, even with the combination of her skills and strength, a single stab can puncture a hole in the body of her.

There were already more than one soldier who had died like that.

Is that it? Her hands and feet are already a terrible means of killing, but once she uses the Heart of the Star, they become a defenseless means of attack.

The only ones who could stop something like that were, at most, Finance Minister Rie Hejedia and Eshaterna.

So the general could not be stopped.

He felt the strength slowly leaving his body her, and without realizing it, he fell to one knee.

She let out her heated breath and opened her mouth to hold her until the end.

“I-“

“Get out.”

Lucilla was not a very soft person.

The last thing the general saw was her face distorted as if she were disgusted.

The general’s head saw her disappear cleanly, and what the frightened soldiers and mercenaries saw was Lucilla pulling back her injured leg her.

Leaving her body shaking as she lost her head, Lu Silla took a deep breath.

“Esha—!”

There is no answer to the words you shout. But she had a presence.

The realization of a deliberately liberated imagery. A method that does not work well for the entity that is currently tying up Esha Terna.

However, something is enough for a woman to read her magical energy floating in the air and find out her detailed location.

Lucilla rolled her eyes and took a leap.

“Stop it! Don’t let them join—”

Something appeared in the eyes of the sergeant who was giving orders while hiding among the soldiers.

It was only after she suddenly stopped talking and saw her fall that the soldiers realized it was an arrow.

An arrow made of blue light. A blow that cannot be seen at the moment of being fired and hit. While the soldiers were confused, having lost their command system, a giant came out of the bushes.

The approach was so large that it was noisy, but it left no sound. Except for the initial thumping sound, the only sound was the sound of the wind blowing.

‘Barbarian warrior… ?!’

Spears and arrows stuck here and there in his naked body his. A solemnly distorted face, limp legs, and outstretched arms.

The mourner entered the battlefield before the soldier had time to aim his spear.

The moment when his outstretched arm his, or rather his hand his, grabbed the head of the soldier holding the spear.

Pump!

A corpse appeared that had lost its head. And it didn’t stop there.

The mourner lowered his free left hand and grasped the corpse’s ankles.

This was before the commotion spread among the soldiers. The body held by his ankles spread blood and spread its death in all directions.

A soldier with a sword on a shield was crushed by the body of his comrade who had been alive just moments before, and an iron bullet from a tree hit the neck of a mercenary who was trying to aim his bow

And a small girl and a woman landed among the soldiers forming a siege on the other side.

A girl wearing a ring that hides her presence and casts an invisibility spell on her body her.

And a blood knight wearing a white dress and holding a beheading sword straight.

The girl tapped the sheath on the floor, and the soldiers turned their heads at the sound.

The dark brown blade and the dark red blade moved at high speed as if their numbers were being called.

Cut, stab, pierce.

It floods in dozens of times in an instant. Due to the ‘Blessing of Acceleration’ cast with the recovered magic power, it didn’t even take a moment from the moment the attack was launched to the moment it ended.

Soldiers who had their necks, heads, eyes and hearts pierced fell all at once.

Dozens of severed heads roll on the floor at once.

Four people ran through the scattered blood. The top goal is to join. Their eyes all turned to the sky.

The signal of rally still burning.

Below, a man runs.

I crossed the shadow beneath the magic-filled building.

The magic that rushes in, leaving heat rays in the air, is definitely fatal. For a normal human being, all he can do is avoid, let alone defend.

However, this did not apply to Llewelyn now.

He extended his sword towards the magic aiming for his head

The flame caught in a sword strike feels lighter than cotton. Because it has almost no weight and is literally a flame.

However, detailed senses and concentration make his body move. Rotate around the foot you stepped on to take the leap. Immediately after light rotation.

Kwauuuuuk!

The magic returns to its owner. Heat rays collide with each other, making a loud noise. The heat from the center of the explosion scorched her flesh and her body tilted, but Llewelyn did not stop.

Rather, it dug forward. I grit my teeth, and my burned eyeballs turn my vision pitch black.

He reached forward and swung his sword.

Kaa!

Shield. Another shield. But the corners of his mouth his rise. It’s reached now. On the other hand, Azdan’s face was distorted.

All around him were soldiers whose heads were broken, who were cut, or who were killed by arrows.

Az Dan was leaning over with cuts close to burns all over his body.

He knew he had called for backup. So he didn’t hesitate. Llewelyn believed in the power of self-regeneration, and furthermore, she believed in the life of a human being in her hands.

It was a swordsmanship that could take on even nature. It takes magic lightly.

Azdan gritted his teeth, and as he flew backwards, he caught a passing tree with his hand.

Kurrrr!

The tree transforms. In an instant, it is cut and tangled, taking on the shape of a gigantic human.

A skill that is possible only because you are a student of war. A briefly reproduced golem creation technique. However, at the moment the golem took shape and struck down her fist, Llewelyn was already raising her sword.

Kang, followed by a light crash, Llewell Lin leans her body.

Then, the sound of the sword being struck as the golem falls.

The golem lost its head and was lying on the floor. It didn’t move anymore. Llewelyn kicked her severed head and threw it at Az Dan.

Since the only sport he was good at was soccer, Llewellyn deftly kicked the golem’s head with an explosive leap, sending it flying at incredible speed.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

There is a crack in the defense shield. Scattering pieces of wood block the view. Even soldiers cannot shoot or help because the golem’s large body blocks their vision.

So reach it. A scarlet blade that penetrates the defense shield. Azdan stood with his eyes wide open and stretched out his right arm.

“Kuuuuu!”

The sword didn’t just pierce through. The moment something touched the sword, it moved as if it had returned arrows that had been fired at it several times.

The blade of the sword was twisted. Naturally, the pierced arm was crushed and melted, and even Azdan could not hold back his screams due to the unimaginable pain.

Then came a rushing blow. A straight kick aimed at the head.

Az Dan, who had lost both his arms, used his magic to chant and draped his remaining shield over his head.

Just like that, Azdan’s body flew away with a kicking sound.

Boom, boom, boom, kwajijijijik!

Azdan, who was flying by destroying several trees, was only able to stop after hitting a pine tree that was already leaning.

There was a small amount of blood mixed in with his coughing, and although he lost both his arms, he was still alive.

Azdan was panting as he lay down and checked the condition of his body.

There is not even half of the magic attribute left.

Her two arms were lost, her internal organs were damaged, and her body was full of fractures.

What about support? The rally signal was clearly heard.

Are they all dead? It was a time when Azdan’s brilliant mind was not working properly due to her pain and embarrassment.

I saw Llewelyn rushing towards me. Die. The moment Az Dan shrunk his body without realizing it.

The blade Llewelyn swung at Azdan broke.

Kaa!

The broken blade stuck to the ground and returned to its original form, resembling an ordinary steel sword.

Only then did Azdan see the person who had blocked Llewelyn.

The greatest magistrate of the empire, Faber.

He had lost his left arm and was holding his sword breaker backwards.

And it wasn’t just that.

“Azdan, are you okay?!”

Soldiers were flocking from beyond the forest.

Among those soldiers, there were a few strong people who could be helpful to the current situation.

Elf mercenaries living off the sword in the south, barbarian warriors who came from the north and settled in the empire, and beastman warriors gathered from all over.

And the wizards of the War School who have made countless developments since Azdan came to power.

It is not a number that one individual can match. Azdan felt the disciple who came to his side and cast a healing spell.

The pain disappears. A sense of accomplishment that comes with relief.

He tried to smile, sigh, and say thank you.

Contrary to his expectations, the rally was not a complete success.

“Lord Azdan, order a retreat.”

Said Magistrate Faber. By the time Azdan raised his head in disbelief.

In his eyes, he suddenly saw people approaching behind Llewelyn.

His sister-in-law, Melody, with her eyes closed and wearing a purple cloak.

A giant twitching his muscles while sticking spears all over his body

A snow leopard holding a shining bow and a woman coming up behind Llewelyn and holding a beheading sword.

And someone Azdan knows well.

“… Protect the nation.”

“Esha.”

Azdan is not stupid. Of course he knew that it wasn’t his name his being his called.

“Kill.”

An eerie feeling rushes through me. As Azdan throws himself down, a solid line is drawn in the air.

Azdan’s disciple collapsed, blood gushing from his neck, and Faber ran towards the trace of the solid line.

Kaga River!

Dozens of trajectories rushing by in an instant.

Traces of an elf with flowing blonde hair swinging a dagger with an annoyed expression and a magistrate fighting back.

Only then did Azdan realize that Faber’s invitation to retreat was uttered at the risk of death.

Faber knew that even he could not retreat. Solid lines were already appearing here and there on Faber’s body his his his. He could not face Esha Terna after losing one arm.

So Azdan followed Faber’s will.

“Everyone retreat!”

Even though I knew that the loss that would result was unusual, it was the best.