I Became the Wrong Race

157 – Miracle (4)

The fight that followed was at a level that could easily be called a male execution.

Llewelyn ran, and Mourner could not run, but he caught those who had not yet run away.

Along the path the two mourners took, shining arrows poured in one after another, piercing their backs, necks, and the backs of their heads.

Meanwhile, there was also Lorian. Lorian went forward and cut down his enemy, hardening the blood from his body into a spear and repeatedly throwing it.

“Llewelyn!”

And then, when Llewelyn finished her mourning, she got down on one knee and even used her roots to help Llewelyn.

The soldiers, who thought it was a brief opportunity, were unable to fight against Llewelyn, who wrapped Lorian like armor and wielded his three arms in unison.

So, the escape resumed, and in the end, space movement was possible while making countless sacrifices.

He barely escaped. However, the death and corpses that covered the entire forest proved that the escape was not complete.

When I returned to the spot I had pursued, what I saw was a life-or-death situation between a middle-aged man who had lost an arm and an elf who seemed to be the middle-aged daughter’s age.

And that fight, like the chase just before, was rightly called an execution.

Faber, the founder of the Empire’s fighting arts and the best and greatest magistrate of the Empire.

He failed to gain the upper hand against Esha Terna, who still had two of his arms.

The reason he was able to capture Esha Terna in the first place was because he had a more mature and superior defensive ability than Esha Terna, as well as equipment and experience that suited him well, not because he was a better person than Esha Terna.

Rather, it was the opposite, so to speak. To borrow Llewelyn’s words, it was because it was something that could be called a ‘hard counter.’

Should I say that people who only played Part 1 laughed at someone like Faber, asking how they captured Eshaterna, but they came to understand it after taking Faber, who appeared in Part 2, as a temporary companion.

Faber’s technical perfection was at that level. Those who tested it by opening the game file and summoning it using cheats said that it was ‘at a level that can block almost all attacks in the game.’

Above all, Faber’s physical ability was also inferior to that of Esha Terna. When it came to agility, he had nothing to excel in, whether it was health or strength.

Therefore, Eshaterna was able to stand up to the realization of the image that he killed countless strong men.

In Eshaterna’s image his, Faber actually became stronger as he got stronger, not weaker

Therefore, withstanding hundreds of battles against the attack of an assassin praised as the greatest warrior on the continent was an achievement worthy of praise.

As a result, I just couldn’t do that even though I lost an arm.

Esha Terna’s long legs quickly stretched out, as if taking advantage of her gap.

As the leg hit the chest, the armor on the chest was dented, and then the dagger cut off the finger and dropped the Sword Breaker.

Next, a stabbing dagger. When I tried to block with my bare hands, my wrist was cut, my wrist was sliced, and the dagger advanced along the texture of my muscles.

Even though it must have been a terrible pain, Faber did not open his mouth. Rather, he took a step forward while remaining sane. It was just before it got tangled up like that.

At least he was trying to use his remaining arm.

“Because I ordered it.”

Tduduk!

Esha Terna wrapped her legs around Faber’s neck and broke them in a strange way that Llewelyn could not see.

It looked like a snake coiled around and strangling its prey, but perhaps because it was a human body, it was a strange death.

Faber died with blood pouring from his eyes, and Esha Terna threw Faber to the ground and stomped on his neck, killing him.

It was a shabby death for Faber, a magistrate who dedicated his life to the empire.

I heard he caught hundreds of criminals. Llewelyn looked down at him with her confused eyes.

It was bittersweet that such a just person had to serve the wrong person and die like this.

He would have been happy to be an ally. It was time to think.

Esha Terna picked up her sword breaker from the floor, placed it in her hand, and brought it to Llewelyn.

“Little Nauri, is your sword broken?”

“Huh. That’s what broke it.”

“Then do you want to have it?”

Esha Terna tilts her head and pricks her long ears.

Llewellyn was worried when he saw Esha Terna’s sword breaker.

“No. There are screamers, and there is the North Wind. Two sacks are enough. You wrote it.”

He had enough weapons. Esha Terna smiles softly when I refuse to push him away.

“Hurray. Thank you.”

Is it okay to say thank you so dryly? Llewellyn thought and looked around.

A raid, perhaps an extension of a previous subjugation.

It ended as suddenly as it started.

Fatigue was filling my whole body. Is it because divinity was consumed instead of magic power, or is it mental fatigue?

Even though she could no longer walk, Llewelyn managed to walk thanks to Lorian wrapping around her body.

By the time I returned to my people, I had let go of my roots and collapsed.

“Sejin!”

Lucilla and Yoon Se-ah come running. Instead of running, he stops and gropes himself.

Her body still had a high fever. The fever is so high that if you hug someone, it will be fatal.

This is true even if you have a strong body like Llewelyn. In the media, it is the same way that no matter how powerful a being is, it is difficult to come out unscathed after being hit by a nuclear weapon.

Yoon Se-ah’s ideal was a unique technique that faithfully reproduced the flame of the core.

Truly a deadly move. Lucilla managed to extinguish the flames, which did not harm her, and ran to her her brother her, who was looking at her with a puzzled look on his face her.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? How do you feel? Huh?”

My sister groped her here and there, hugged her, and buried her ear in her chest as if he was worried that her heart might stop.

Llewelyn smiled without realizing it at the sight of Lucilla like that.

She recalled a time when she got seriously kicked while playing soccer. Even though the treatment had already been completed, I remembered her with tears in her eyes and talking nonsense about going to the hospital.

Llewelyn wrapped her arms around her sister’s back, who was almost in her arms.

“Tsk.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Because I’m a homunculus.”

Has she even forgotten that? Lucilla trembled slightly and then let out an exclamation.

So I couldn’t see Llewelyn.

It’s Lorian and Isla is looking at him with a sullen expression.

Melody was fiddling with the hilt of her sword with a bitter smile on her face.

She just said she was glad she had not hugged her sister in a long time, or rather, she had hugged her not too long ago. As she was thinking about this, she put her arms around her older sister’s back and closed her eyes quietly.

I suddenly felt her strong magical power and my eyes widened.

She couldn’t naturally feel the moving storm.

Melody, who had been sneaking up on her, pulled out her sword to her right in front of her and a giant man over 2 meters tall fell to the ground.

A strong wind blew, and everyone else turned their heads towards her nervously.

This fight, Walterok did not appear at all.

Just in case, it was also possible to assume that Walterok came with the intention of betraying him from the beginning.

From a practical standpoint, the possibility of that happening is small, but if you don’t prepare for it, you won’t be able to respond when something big happens.

By the time everyone had raised their weapons, Balterok sat down on the ground and lowered the woman who was sitting on her forearms.

Most of the people present did not recognize the woman, but before she knew it, she recognized Lucilla, who had let go of Llewelyn and had stained the whites of her eyes her black her.

“… Minister of Finance?”

With her eyes wide open, Lucilla had a menacing appearance, but the woman who had lived as a finance minister and veteran merchant for a long time had courage and bravado.

She smiled and said hello, even though she knew that at any moment the ‘flame of the stars’ might come and burn her.

“It’s been a while, Lord Hoguk.”

The greatest sword of the empire, the finance minister, and the most successful merchant on the continent.

Lieheje Dia confirmed that her decision was correct by the corpses lying behind them.

*

“Huh, huh, huh…”

I’m out of breath. But you have to run. Even though there is almost no magical energy left in the body, and since he lost both arms, he has only a chant left to use magic.

So Azdan had to run even though he couldn’t use things like healing or revitalizing his body.

Failed. If it was a complete failure, it wouldn’t be true.

Still, it was a failure. The subjugation failed. Llewelyn, the true name has become much stronger than before.

That’s not all, we lost countless talented people and almost all of the troops we brought with us.

What’s left is literally just a handful compared to before.

However, let alone the true ruler, he could not even subdue the golden oriole, the patriot, the fallen blood knight.

So it wasn’t a total failure, so it wasn’t a complete failure, but it was a failure that could be said to be almost perfect.

Azdan ran and rolled on the floor, feeling sore inside and blood welling up inside.

It took me a while to get up because I had no arms. His soldiers could not even come and help him. They were also very tired and exhausted, so while trying to help them up, they just fell down nearby.

I lost everything. Az Dan barely woke up, feeling miserable.

And, despite all the trouble he had gone through, he sat down against a tree and, panting, called out to a nearby soldier.

The soldier did not answer. I got irritated. Only after Azdan angrily raised his magic power did the soldier collapse.

He said It’s dead. When I looked closely, there was an arrow behind my back.

That wasn’t everything. When I scanned the surroundings with magical power, I saw countless soldiers injured or dying.

A sigh comes naturally. Azdan nevertheless knew what he had to do.

He groaned and barely managed to open his pocket, and the process took another 30 minutes.

What I finally pulled out was a magic tool for communication. A magic tool that trembles when magical power is infused into it and leads to the distant imperial palace.

Azdan prostrated himself and chewed his lips.

“May eternal glory be with you, Your Majesty. “I am Azdan, the person in charge of the subjugation.”

No answer comes back. Is it because it was done in an abbreviated form? However, Azdan was impatient as he did not know when his pursuer would come.

He hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty, the subjugation has failed. The true ruler was much more powerful than expected, and many of the available troops were unable to continue the battle. The Empire’s First Sword, Magistrate, and all knights under the general—”

The report continued without hesitation. How much has died and how much has disappeared. There was unconfirmed loss of troops, but they reported that they were dead. There was no way he would have come out alive in that situation.

So Azdan continued his report with a miserable heart.

“This incompetent man is also unable to continue the battle, so Your Majesty…”

It was then. I suddenly felt a huge presence beyond the communication magic tool.

The distance was considerable. The Old World and the New World, the Imperial Palace and the remote areas of the New World.

However, Azdan trembled at the strong presence he felt.

A completely different presence from the emperor Azdan knew.

A strong and energetic temperament, different from the emperor, who felt like a plant or an inanimate object. Azdan stares blankly at the communication magic tool.

I heard a voice.

“Well Did Everything.”

It was a voice I couldn’t tell if it was male or female, old or young.

The image of the emperor Azdan knew has become blurred.

Azdan pondered what he had just heard.

Those were not words meant to praise and comfort a subordinate who did his best, nor were they sarcastic.

Rather, Azdan felt that way.

I hoped and expected it to be like this from the beginning.

They say they are satisfied with the results they wanted.

And as if to confirm that prediction, the emperor, who had regained his will for the first time in a thousand years, cut off communication.

All that was left was a pile of discarded tools.

Winter was over, and spring was slowly coming under the falling sunlight.

Azdan still considered it winter.

He shivered in the cold and closed his eyes.