I Became the Wrong Race

176 – Beyond Dreams (4)

“… “You can’t see it?”

I looked at the facial expressions of Arba and the soldiers. As soon as Llewellyn looked, he knew they were not lying.

Before I knew it, the red but purplish blood that flowed from the Transcendant’s body was enough to wet the black armor’s greaves, or more precisely, the soles.

Nevertheless, it was clear that there was no mention or reaction.

It is invisible to their eyes. Maybe it’s an illusion.

Llewellyn moved her furtive eyes and saw the hilt of the screamer left in her right hand.

It appears to be disconnected. Then what about them?

Llewelyn glanced at Arba. The attack hasn’t come yet, so it’ll be okay.

“How does this look?”

Only the bottom of the sack remains to be felt with the hand of her. But I’m not sure if that’s the case for them as well.

Llewelyn asked that question, and Arba asked back as if he was puzzled.

“It looks like a broken weapon. Why are you holding something like that?”

It’s not an illusion. Llewelyn turned her head, wondering if there was anything else, and she made eye contact with her older sister, who was looking at her blankly.

“Sister… So, what does Lucilla’s arm look like?”

Arba saw the battle between Llewelyn and Lucilla as a sword fight in the air.

It was a strange thing. Looking at the changes that have occurred, it is clear that there is some kind of fight going on.

Llewelyn felt a familiar flow there. She distorts perception similar to the effect she has on her her three clans her her her her.

Sure enough, Arba still spoke as if he was puzzled.

“I don’t know what you’re asking. Is this what she told me to watch out for?”

Rather, it shows slight irritation. Llewelyn interpreted it differently.

She either does not recognize her broken arm as a space distortion, or she just accepts it as a natural thing and there’s nothing strange about it.

This is a clear distortion of perception. Llewelyn narrowed her eyes and looked at the still silent Transcendant.

There are various means of attack. Defend, attack, and push back with space distortion.

Even if the attack hits, it is unclear whether it will work properly.

So Llewelyn was worried.

Should we go upstairs and collapse the floor to crush them to death?

Since she demonstrated the ability to distort space, there was a high possibility that she would be able to resist such an attack. She could have come back with bad news.

So should we continue the attack like this?

Then, if you get hit on the head, you die. Since we don’t know exactly how space distortion is achieved, we shouldn’t rush.

However, Llewelyn’s ability to come up with ideas is by no means outstanding, and what is strengthened by divinity is intuition.

So I couldn’t think of Llewelyn.

Her eyes just naturally turned and landed on Ortemilia who was right behind her.

She was about to ask why she had come so close and that it was dangerous, but before that, Orthemilia was looking at her with her firm intention.

Llewelyn was frozen by those bright yellow pupils of her, which prevented her from seeing her sister looking at her and Orthemilia with her complex eyes of her.

It wasn’t important. Because what really mattered was what Orthemilia put in her mouth.

“It is visible to my eyes. That thing and even the sword stuck on top of it.”

Knife. Llewelyn knew that the words themselves were a clue. She slowly turned her head and saw the Transcendent.

There was a sword stuck in the transcendental body.

In fact, it is not clear whether it is a sword, but at first glance, it is a combination of line segments that can be considered a sword.

When Llewellyn’s gaze stopped, Ortemilia asked.

“Arba, do you see that sword?”

“Knife? What…”

“Arba.”

Llewelyn knew then what she had to do.

It was close to her her intuition her her her her, but her her her her her Llewelyn intuition her her her her was divine.

A sixth sense to read fate and gain insight into how to turn the battlefield toward victory.

“Block all the entrances with soldiers.”

Sudden order. Nevertheless, there was something irresistible about that voice.

Arva paused for a moment and then nodded her head. Because she was a person who knew how to weigh things.

The soldiers who heard the order are puzzled, but move busily according to their lord’s orders.

In an instant, the soldiers rushed forward, leaving the common center empty, blocking the crowd of people walking from afar.

Also. Crowds were flocking towards the transcendent person at the center of the community.

“Sejin.”

“Sister.”

“Do you know something?”

Llewellyn looked at her sister and confirmed that she was not hiding anything.

My sister was called a traitor by Netel after making some sort of deal with him.

Even my older sister knew nothing about this situation.

I felt like Netel knew.

Llewellyn felt the energy of Nettel boiling within her and threw and caught the handle of her ax in her right hand.

“It’s a feeling. “If you have a better opinion, I’ll listen.”

This is something you don’t usually say. Usually, Llewelyn was the type of person who would go out of her way to start a fight and then ask her teammates why they didn’t follow her.

But I couldn’t do that because the other person was my older sister.

For this man, Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin, his older sister was the absolute truth and light, and she was worthy of becoming the greatest intellect of mankind.

He trusted his sister. Also, a little bit of Ortemilia.

Llewelyn looked at Ortemilia, who was right behind her, and said.

“That sword is holding it here.”

As evidence, the Transcendant was unable to move. Even though blood was pouring out, there was no movement.

Even when they first encountered it, it only deployed space distortion after making eye contact with Llewelyn and did not move and attack directly.

The first attack was also similar to moving the tentacles that sprouted from the body.

Above all, Llewelyn’s reaction when her attack was successful.

It distorted space and ejected Llewelyn and Lucilla.

That’s closer to a rejection reaction. It felt like they were somehow preventing me from pulling out that sword.

But there arises a question. Ortemilia tilted her head as if wondering.

“If you’re holding them down, it’s actually confinement. Why are you preventing me from pulling it out?”

“I don’t know. But… The person behind it is Renia, the founder of the structural school.”

Renia was the first contractor and was also renowned as a witch.

It is not known exactly how she destroyed her world, but it is said that after causing countless damage, she was subdued and killed.

In fact, she is clearly not dead. Otherwise, there is no reason for her to be here.

I don’t know why she did it or what process she went through.

Succeeded in holding the Transcendent on the ground. She said that was the transcendent before her eyes.

As evidence, the sword that held the transcendental was made up of ‘lines’, which are commonly used in the structural school.

“And that thing doesn’t die. “The amount of blood I’m losing right now is an amount that would cause me to die a long time ago in a normal life.”

The blood affected by the cognitive distortion had already soaked up to my ankles.

Still, there is no sign of death. The bleeding continued without stopping, like a river flowing.

I don’t feel like I can kill it. That’s why Llewelyn was confident.

If you pull out that sword, anything will happen.

“Sister.”

“Yes.”

“Can you help me?”

Lucilla laughed. A soft and kind smile. For Yoon Se-jin, she was the smile that she always saw and that she thought she could see again at any time.

And it was a smile that made me feel that she had returned.

Yes, home is not just a place.

Anywhere next to my sister is home.

“Yes, anytime.”

Le Welin felt her heart relax. Llewelyn caught her breath and handed her North Wind to Lucilla.

“Let’s go.”

Operation plan, detailed policy.

Don’t decide on anything. There is no need to decide. Llewellyn trusted Lucilla.

She believed that no matter what she planned or did, if she was an experienced adventurer like Lucilla, she would be able to follow.

Llewelyn trusted her older sister’s experience

Actually, I didn’t even have a plan.

Just run forward and draw your sword.

When Lu Silla gets her attention and guards Llewelyn until she draws her sword, all she has to do is draw it and see what happens.

Llewellyn looked at her sister in return for her explanation, and Lucilla nodded and took the North Wind in her grasp.

There was no need for a signal. Llewelyn and Lucilla ran at the same time as if they had been waiting.

The speed at which it jumped out was far away.

Even Arva, who has senses beyond those of ordinary people, appears blurred, and Ortemilia accelerates to a level where he cannot even perceive the new model.

It was also possible because Lucilla was the highest-ranking homunculus in martial arts and was a Llewelyn with physical abilities that surpassed those of a homunculus.

So she wouldn’t normally expect her counterattack, but Llewelyn felt something the moment she approached.

The purple blood pooled on the floor trembles. Enormous energy. Something that is neither divinity nor magical power.

Although it was an extremely unfamiliar energy, Llewelyn was a being that could handle both anti-magic and divine power. He felt her intangible energy strangling him through the black armor covering his skin her hers, and he jumped up, stamping his feet loudly.

Ching, the accumulated blood spurted out in concentric circles, and Llewellyn’s new model accelerated without leaving even a trace of blood.

And a faint sound, not even a roar, rang in the air.

However, it was not as light as it worked.

The mark where the blood had splattered was distorted. As if it was squeezed by hand.

If you were caught, you would be dead. At least the upper and lower bodies would have been separated.

The moment Llewelyn got close to the ceiling of the cavity, she stretched out her hand and touched the ceiling, pushing her body down with only her strength.

From top to bottom, from bottom to top, and then forward.

Every time Llewelyn accelerated, the space became distorted. Signs of space distortion crushing the place where Llewelyn was.

Ortemilia looked at the space distortion and saw Lu Silla closing the distance towards her Transcendant on the other side of Llewelyn.

Lucilla did not have explosive acceleration abilities like Llewelyn.

His walking skills are excellent, he is agile and he is very powerful.

It was hard to feel that it was that fast. It was natural because she intended such a move.

So the spatial distortion pouring toward Lucilla was much greater than that pouring toward Llewelyn.

A space that is constantly crushed and twisted. Lucilla was actively using the North Wind in her left hand to avoid all attacks by a narrow margin.

Quarrrr!

A space distortion bearing down on her. Just before she touched down, Lucilla spewed out the red wind of the North Wind, accelerating her body, spinning around and narrowly missing her trajectory.

In response, long black hair fluttered, and between the fluttering black hair, white, shining eyes scanned the air.

Damn it!

Then, blood solidified in the air.

The blood hardened as if to cover the spot where Llewelyn had jumped, and Llewelyn used it as a stepping stone and jumped again.

The hardened blood was crushed, and the north wind blew towards the place Llewelyn had left empty. Her hatchet crossing the air was in itself like a stepping stone.

The scene was reminiscent of a well-orchestrated stunt.

When Llewelyn runs on her ax and leaps in the air using hardened blood or the ceiling as a stepping stone.

Lucilla narrowly avoided the countless attacks coming towards her from the ground, her hair flying.

Is that all? She threw the North Wind, which had already returned to her hands, towards the Transcendant, or more precisely, towards the sword made of light.

An attack rushing in with a red trajectory. The transcendental rarely condensed space and blocked the attack.

Kagaa!

In that way, the spatial distortion that had been cast over the sword dissipated.

Lucilla leapt after seeing her murderous intent her her lurking as if to erase her her very existence her her her, and a large amount of blood disappeared from the spot where she jumped.

I was now defenseless. It was a time when even Arba, who was not fully aware of the situation, felt that it was dangerous.

Lucilla did not dodge any more. Because she didn’t have to avoid it.

Instead, she saw her younger brother her being stabbed from above by the sword.

Llewelyn sat down on the side of the sword that seemed to have been made by condensing light, and immediately stretched out her hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The violently trembling space tightened around Llewelyn’s neck, but Llewellyn pulled it out without hesitation.

Intuition guided him. Not the optimism that I will not die, but the confidence that something will happen before then.

Purple blood flowed. The purple light that erupted like an active volcano along the drawn blade caught the light and sparkled.

And the flashing purple light spread out in all directions. The purple blood wraps around the surroundings before one is even aware of it, and returns as if scraping from the floor, inhabiting the body of the transcendental.

At that moment, Llewelyn saw the Transcendent on her feet and her moving her.

To be precise, something that is nothing more than the skin of the transcendental and cannot be said to be alive is moving.

Our eyes met. She didn’t have eyes, but she thought they made eye contact.

Even though it hated Llewelyn, it expressed her gratitude.

What on earth?

Newly acquired weapon. That was before its name and performance even appeared in the status window.

There was a ringing sound.

The ceiling collapsed, rubble was scattered in all directions, and debris on the floor was shot in all directions as if a storm had been struck.

Llewelyn’s body flew like a piece of paper and rolled around on the floor, and even Lucilla couldn’t avoid it, causing her head to scatter and roll on the floor.

Where the sound disappeared, a strong storm enveloped everything and screamed.

A silent clamor. Stone dust and dust rose up from the empty cavity, and Arvana soldiers were lying on the floor, coughing and retching.

Before I knew it, the cavity was empty. It felt like a dream as nothing that occupied the center was left behind.

Only Llewelyn’s senses, which were far beyond those of humans, could feel the part of it.

[Sword of the night sky, cluster of stars]

[“Forgive me.”

-Renia, a wizard who dreamed of eternity.

It is a ‘line’ created by Renia, the founder of the structural school and the first contractor, by squeezing out life for the last time. It is an object that harmonizes the power of space and magic possessed by divinity and transcendence.

She left this sword in the hope that one day she could close the sky, so that all the mistakes she had made would be forgotten and forgiven.

How do you feel? Can you forgive her?]

[Sword of the Night Sky: This weapon is not real.

Divinity and Magic: Stored in the wearer’s soul and can be manifested at will. Even if it is destroyed, it is restored every night.

Legendary Weapon: Add 3 points to attack and damage rolls.

Light as a Cloud: When implemented and worn, additional attacks are given equal to the number of attacks made by the wearer.

Spatial Distortion: All critical hits with this weapon are considered weak points.]

Llewelyn saw.

The moment she pulled out her sword, the Transcendent’s skin soared toward the sky at a speed that felt distant even to her senses.

It abandoned Llewelyn and returned as if it had been waiting.

‘But where?’

I was in a daze because I couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened.

Llewelyn saw through her her status her her her window her that her sister her her stopped in the air instead of trying to approach her.

No, it wasn’t just Lucilla. Ortemilia standing in the distance, Arba taking off her helmet and panting, and even her soldiers.

Everything stopped. Except for only two things.

Llewelyn pulled out the great sword that was stuck in the body of the Transcendant.

And the woman was pinned to her pillar with a huge spear.

I thought Llewelyn was Lenia, but she was clearly not.

It was spoken through the mouth of a wizard who died long ago.

“It’s been a while. “Steward.”

As if he knew Llewelyn well.