I Became the Wrong Race

192 – Life and Death (6)

Although they moved at the same time, the results were different.

The new god could not even take out his sword

Of course, those strong fists, strong bones, and the martial arts of the dragon inhabiting his body his boasted a sharpness that could overpower most weapons, even if he was naked.

That’s not at a level that works for God. It’s not that it won’t work at all, but it’s at the level that would work for ‘any god’.

This did not apply to the god of death. At this time, when death was rampant throughout this continent, the god of death was stronger than before becoming a seal.

So even though the trajectory remained visible, we could barely react.

Llewellyn crossed her arms as she saw the handsome woman rushing towards her, her dark eyes shining.

Getting drunk is a typical defense. Her her flying kick her her landed on her arms her her her.

Damn, my bones hurt. A powerful and ‘painful’ kick that would have caused pain if there had been no mourning.

It was a nimble kick, like punishing a criminal and the fear of death that torments humans for the rest of their lives.

Llewelyn was not pushed away by such a kick.

She was light to be pushed around.

Light yet powerful. It’s as if only the weight has been removed. Llewelyn opened her mouth despite being embarrassed.

“For a moment! It’s a misunderstanding! “I will take care of everything”

Wow!

A series of attacks came rushing in before she could finish her sentence. Following her kicks her, her her body her, her her twisted with punches, upward kicks, and downward kicks that pounded Llewelyn.

A kick to her dog caused her Llewelyn’s mouth to close. She chewed her tongue. Suddenly, part of her tongue she shoots out of her mouth her and lands on her floor her her her.

Despite her mourning her, a pain that could not be ignored rose up in her her backbone her her her, and Llewelyn’s teeth clenched and her eyes burned with anger.

But soon reason suppresses anger.

You need to calm down.

The opponent is God. It’s not just a god, it’s the god of death.

He is a deity who can be an effective and capable ally, and whom one can sympathize with.

If Llewelyn had seen someone kill her sister and suck her soul right in front of her, she would have gone crazy.

So you can tolerate it. Not yet. After Llewelyn finished her thought, she gritted her teeth and took a step back.

“Please! Listen! “I wasn’t the one who killed the God of Life!”

Bang, quaggang!

As Llewelyn ducked her body her to avoid her her kick her her her, her armor her around her her body her her her slipped and the attack shattered her wall.

Lucilla tried to intervene, but when she saw her sister trying to explain, she stamped her feet.

Her anger her her her rose as she saw her brother her her being beaten. Dare, dare my Sejin.

The whites of the eyes she turn black. The magical eye she emits light. But she doesn’t rush.

Because she was not only a lover, but also a sister. You can’t stand in the way of her younger brother when he’s trying to do something.

But that also has its limits. Llewelyn felt the back of her neck slowly being pulled as the attacks rained down on her.

‘I definitely avoided it.’

It was a strange thing. When she saw the attack aimed at her head, she tilted her chin back, but strangely enough, her kick was hitting exactly where she was aiming.

As I endured my shaking brain with the debuff of mourning nullified, the attacks came pouring in again.

Avoidance doesn’t work for some reason.

Just as death cannot be avoided by all life, there is no such thing as avoidance when it comes to the divine punishment carried out by the God of Death.

Then. With a cluck, Llewelyn held her North Wind in her left hand and curled it with her right hand.

Dropping the dragon.

The strongest martial art possessed by Llewelyn. It is her ultimate martial art and a technique for dealing with something stronger than herself.

However, it is a technology whose meaning has been overshadowed by something like a human with the most powerful body in the land.

Llewelyn used that skill to block the attack aimed at her.

Wow!

When I hit her kick her with the back of my hand and bounce it off her, a noise similar to the sound of a steel hammer resounds. Her her hands her her her tremble lightly, and the gap along her her pushed leg her her her is clearly visible.

Parrying is a technique that allows even a counterattack. However, Llewelyn did not focus her attack on the clearly visible gap.

Reference book, she said between gritted teeth.

“Although the divinity of life came into me… That is not my intention in any way! In fact, I am willing to give it back!”

The god of death pauses for a moment.

But it doesn’t last long. Attacks pour in one after another. Llewelyn gritted her teeth and let out a groan.

‘Driving me crazy. ‘Why aren’t you listening?’

The fever was slowly rising. Anger wells up in my eyes, and curses well up under my clenched teeth.

Llewelyn shouted, using her elbow to block the fist aimed at her head.

“I am! Rather, I sympathized with you and sympathized with you! I love my sister too, and I love her as a man! I accepted your offer because I sympathized with you who had taken a similar path as mine! This is not what even I wanted!”

A rare sincerity from Llewelyn’s mouth. Lucilla, who was ready to pounce at any moment, froze and the god of her dreams opened her mouth wide.

The god of death continued to attack without any hesitation.

Because of this, Llewelyn’s patience was reaching its limit.

‘Why on earth… ? ?!’

The god of death who attacks evil and himself who stands against him.

As Llewelyn’s divinity touched her brain, her intuition whispered to her.

Maybe it wasn’t Llewelyn’s fault that the God of Life died.

Considering how much time has passed since they came together.

Also, if we consider the god of life and the god of death.

It was probably the god of death who killed the god of life.

The moment she realized, Llewellyn closed her mouth.

This is a very harsh truth. I can’t say. Even if I get angry.

Life cannot always overcome death, so at some point, death overpowered life.

Because life would have been crushed to death.

It would be a story about death being left alone for a long time, waiting to be reunited with a lover who would never return.

It’s such a cruel story. Llewellyn tried to give an explanation, but

There was a kick that broke through such sympathy and pity.

She couldn’t stop it.

Oh my!

“Sejin!”

Lou Sila cried out, and Llewelyn’s shoulder pads cracked, and her Llewelyn’s body came to her mind.

Lucilla’s new type that penetrates into that gap. A front kick that penetrates into a distorted space.

The god of death did not block the attack. It hits her side and flies away.

Llewelyn flew away and the God of Death rolled on the floor at the exact same time.

Her her neck her her hurt. She was in mourning and she felt sick even though it was just numb.

No, rather, it was a natural thing in that repeated commemoration was triggered.

This side does our best, we don’t want to fight, so we explain and accommodate.

Llewelyn slowly got up and pondered her anger.

She could empathize.

I felt pity.

So she helped with the separation. Even after things happened like this, it wasn’t a fight, it was a preparation for acceptance and an explanation.

Even though she could have fought back, she didn’t.

Yet she continued to attack.

She knew during the fight that she had not lost her mind due to anger.

“I did my best.”

Words spoken in emptiness. The anger permeating those words makes the space tremble.

Llewelyn stretched out her right hand, feeling the divinity moving through her heart.

And she drew a line in the air with her outstretched thumb.

One horizontal line. A blue light appears following her spot.

“I didn’t want to fight. If possible, I wanted to take the rest of you to the pantheon.”

But it’s all about attack. Llewellyn realized that her patience had reached its limit.

She folds her thumb, extends her index and middle fingers, and points them down toward the horizontal blue line. The downward vertical line also glows blue.

It looked like a cross or a sword.

There was no need to check which one it was.

Pazzut… !

The interlocking blue light grows as if forming young branches.

The increased blue light forms the blade, the hilt, and the cross between the blade and the hilt.

A typical sword. But it is not an ordinary length.

The length of the blade and handle together is 2m. A length that overwhelms an ordinary greatsword.

Llewelyn held in her hand the sword of the night sky, sending blue sparks flying all around her.

It shone like a black star. Light spreads along the trajectory of the pull, and white, fluttering eyes stare at you as if you were cute.

A pressure that would make even the god of death hesitate. Llewelyn said, holding her cluster of stars in both hands.

“It’s your fault from now on.”

Kwaduk!

That was all the noise that made at the moment of leap. With her anti-magic power wrapped around her whole body, Llewelyn flew like a single bullet.

The anti-magic power established by the formation of bullets greatly reduced air resistance, and Llewelyn was soon within reach of the god of death.

Acceleration and attack that seem to disappear and appear.

The god of death expected a counterattack and threw away her leg, but all she could see was her outstretched leg of her.

Then the attack.

A hand wrapped around her thigh. Vision spreads quickly before the god of death can react.

A simple attack that just grabs the leg and pins it to the floor. However, due to its strength far exceeding that of a human, it is a death in itself.

A force that mortals cannot withstand and that only historical monsters can fight. The god of death curled his body into a ball.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

The tower shakes. Lucilla stepped forward without even calling her sister.

There was no need to give notice, receive notice, or get along with each other.

Her experience and the fact that she understood her brother made her move right away. The god of dreams saw what was happening as it was placed neatly at the entrance of the tower.

Ugh!

The god of death, who had been pinned down, raised his legs and kicked as he was lying on the floor. The legs rising from the bottom up were as fierce as her love that was aiming for the reverse.

I couldn’t even avoid it. The moment she was hit, Llewelyn twisted her head, but the attack was aimed at her face as if it had never happened.

Her head her snaps. The taste of blood in your mouth.

Llewellyn gritted her teeth and held her head in place with her neck muscles, spitting out blood through her slit.

Aiming at the god of death, who was standing upright with the strength of his legs, was a sword strike flying through the air.

The blue, spreading light shimmered with countless shapes and powers, like images reflected in a kaleidoscope. It’s hard to stop. But it blocks.

It’s dangerous if you don’t stop it. The judgment made by the god of death was accurate.

Wow!

A sound that spreads like tinnitus and blood dripping. The black eyes of death draw a line in the air, and the arm is cut off.

The god of death exercised his divinity at that moment.

Twist fate. They reversed the result of being cut off and twisted his arm at the last moment.

Kaduk!

A sword attack that feels like it’s stuck in a bone and you can’t move forward.

Cutting is not an easy art. The cutting angle must be the same as the exit angle, and the direction of the blade must be constant.

Otherwise it will just tear apart. It only focuses on cutting power, and the sword strike has no weight.

So it doesn’t tear. The god of death swung his bleeding arm, deflecting the blade, and rolled his leg violently.

But.

“The above changes.”

Cuuuuu, the sound of the rushing wind. High fever, as if the sun had suddenly appeared. The god of death reflexively twisted his body and swung his fist.

“Heart of the Star.”

The fist thrown out with a ringing sound bounces off the elbow.

My fist melted. Riding A throw that causes the body to tilt.

At the end, there was a roundhouse kick performed by Lou Silla, wearing leather pants and a shirt.

A flashy roundhouse kick that uses the whole body, like a leaf falling from a tree.

I was struck by her raised forearm, and that body came to mind.

The body, lightly thrown away, collided with the wall of the tower, scattering stone fragments.

Crumbling!

There was a feeling that my flesh was burning and my bones were melting. The only defenses were made with kicks and elbows, but the impact felt like being ignited by fire or sprayed with lava.

But I can’t lie down. The god of death exhaled, stood up, and saw the siblings running towards him.

A combo that matches perfectly at the same time and seems to fill in each other’s gaps.

The moment the god of death stepped forward, she could barely count the attacks pouring down on her.

She lunges, swinging her fist and targeting Llewelyn. An attack immediately followed as her fist bounced off her blade her her her her.

Her wrist is cut by her sword strike from the side of her, which passes through her her side, shoulder, and wrist of her. There is no room to fill the gap created by such wounds.

A fist coming straight from the side of her. The burning fist and the high heat itself make the body stiffen.

As you stumble, a murderous sword continuously invades your vision and flies towards your head, neck, and heart, aiming for your spine.

The god of death stretched out his hand to block the shining blue night sky.

Kwa-gwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gag!

In the scattering of flesh and bone, the god of death was finally forced to allow the attack to hit her leg.

The blade coming out with a large cut on her thigh and the body her her her leaning heavily.

A knee that leaps forward, aiming for that gap.

A knee kick delivered with a strong thigh lands on the chin of hers, and the jaw bone melts and falls.

One time would be enough, but that can’t be possible.

The god of death raised her arms at her last moment to block Lucilla’s spinning kick her.

Oh my gosh!

Flying body. Siblings catching up.

The god of death acted divinely and stretched out his hand.

It was a severed arm. Sticky blood shoots out like tentacles from his arms, attaching the severed body parts, and returns to its owner.

Lucilla was started by the attack that grazed her side.

Kaang!

That wasn’t the end.

Llewelyn saw the god of death catching her sword her strike with his teeth her her her her.

Her snatch immediately twists her head, knocking her sword out of her grasp and kicking it away. The force of her body being pushed far away even though she crossed her arms to block it.

While Llewelyn, who was rolling on the floor, opened her eyes wide in surprise, the god of death cut off her lower jaw, removed her stuck sword blade, and raised her fist.

Boom, quad boom!

“Ugh… ?!”

Lucilla moans as if she is embarrassed.

This was because the god of death took her feverish fist her her her head-on her, took it deeply into his her chest her her her, and gave her a headbutt.

My vision becomes blurry. A natural human reaction that cannot be avoided even though it is a homunculus.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, the god of death twisted his her body her her sharply, pulled out his her arm her her that had been buried deep in his chest her her, and threw out his leg her her her her.

A turning kick that looks like it’s in a picture. Lucilla flies away with a plosive sound.

While the two siblings were rolling around, the god of death quickly regenerated.

It has always been like that.

The world did not allow her to love her.

The whole world was like that.

Both humans and gods living in the world pointed their fingers.

Nevertheless, she remained steadfast and did not break down. It was the same even now.

She could do anything for my love.

Literally, anything.

She looked back at the dead face of life and sighed.

“I know it’s not your fault.”

These words were spoken as Llewelyn twisted her face and took out her new sword in her hand.

As I froze in shock, the god of death spoke gloomily.

“Life died because of me.”

When she opened her eyes wide in surprise, the next thing she said was:

“Steward, I know that you are a natural predator. Even if you don’t want it, you also know that when a god around you dies, they take that divinity and prey on it.”

It was a very unexpected statement. Llewelyn is an unheard of word, and even the God of Dreams has never heard of it.

But she had no intention of explaining.

“Isn’t it as natural as the sun rising and setting?”

She just relaxed her body, clenched and unclenched her fists, and let out a long breath.

His anger had completely subsided and he looked calm.

“So I will kill you.”

She declared.

“I will bring out the divinity of life that has been devoured within you, kill you, kill your lover, and kill the god of dreams there as well to revive your life.”

She took a stance.

Although it is high, her hands are stretched out loosely towards Llewellyn, a posture that appears to be a type of jutsu.

“Don’t tell me in advance. “I’m not doing this out of any ill will towards you.”

Shin, who had completely regained his composition, concluded his speech with a bitter smile.

“I just do what I have to do.”

Rejecting all negotiations and negotiations, the god of death runs forward.