I Became the Wrong Race

193 – Life and Death (7)

The walls of the tower collapse.

Debris was scattered in all directions, and the three new figures cut through the thick dust as if they were being bounced, and were dragged with their feet hitting the floor.

The purplish, polluted land turned over and screamed as it peeled away its skin, and the siblings with the same eyes and hair each faced the enemy in different outfits.

Then what about the enemy?

The enemy approached them before they even finished preparing. Cutting the dust cloud with my shoulder.

Before you know it, the distance has shortened to a close distance. A distance that you can grab and pull without having to stretch out your hand. Before he knew it, Llewelyn saw her hand stretching out in front of his nose her her her.

She let go of her left hand, which was holding the hilt of her sword, and tried to strike her hand away from her, but she was caught under her helmet before she could.

Amazingly fast and accurate approach. She is held up with her outstretched hand trying to strike.

And the world spins around. A body colliding with the ground and bouncing to the sound of metal ringing.

As Llewellyn tried to hold onto her her body her using her anti-magic powers of her, Lucilla closed the distance between her.

Holding the North Wind in her left hand her her, her right hand her her her is relaxed.

It emits high heat and ignites the dust cloud just by passing by. The flame spread out like wildfire, burning white and scattering scarlet light.

With a brightness that blinded her eyes, he narrowed the distance and threw her legs away.

The sound of a meat sack being pounded.

The sound of flesh being rounded, melted, and torn apart.

The eyebrows are twitching and tilted. The leg is held by the regenerating flesh.

Normally, Lucilla was not such a soft fighter.

She jumps with her left leg instead of her right leg, and wraps her thigh around the neck of the god of death.

The god of death is holding on to those thighs and trying to pull them off.

With the whistling sound of the wind cracking, the god of death is pinned to the ground.

A thick billow of dust as if there had been an explosion. In her full depth, Lucilla casually mounted the god of death and clenched her fists.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, quaa!

Muscles that surpass those of a human being, frequent war scars that allow an average warrior to fight in a lifetime in just three years, and techniques that can be considered genius are combined.

Doing so is commonly called pounding. The most primal violence that has existed on Earth since ancient times.

Lu Silla’s long hair rose and fell repeatedly, and her right fist destroyed the god of death one after another.

He crushes her her head her her her, cervical vertebrae, and chest her and strikes her like a hammer, crushing the regenerating head her her her, then slams down her cervical vertebrae and pushes them deep into her body her her her her.

Even if you play it, you have to go through the trouble of playing it twice because it has a malfunction or cannot play normally.

When he senses an attempt to twist his body out from below his waist, he moves his legs to block it. At the same time, the left hand moves while holding the north wind and cuts off the cervical spine.

Even if you kill, you won’t die. Then just keep killing them. It kills until the spirit dies first.

She was an experienced warrior, and her skills never faded even as they matured.

The god of death exploded the divinity that had been suppressed in his body.

The space curves around and the body flies up. In the crater that formed from the floor, the god of death rose up with his head missing.

Leap and approach. Lucilla, who was trying to respond by turning her body in the air, is caught in her grasp.

Lucilla, who was flying, was shocked when her ankle was caught.

She suddenly saw a blue line engraved in her air.

The arm of death being cut off with a squeak. Lou Silla fell in the air as if she had been shot down, and Lou Wellin floated in the air, using her extended arms as support.

He held his cluster of stars in both hands and took a deep breath, his white eyes shining inside his helmet.

At that moment, a blue line was engraved in the air. The god of death responded by quickly completing regeneration as the line multiplied into six in an instant.

A sword attack made of light advances. The cut flesh is scattered as it is struck with the blade of the hand, and shock waves shake the earth, forming concentric circles with a porous effect.

A power that makes even the monsters of the Demon World hold their breath and widens the distance.

A combination of supernatural strength that is not only superior to that of the god of death but difficult to find even among gods, and the jutsu of a god so good that he dared to commit death.

An attack that is soft and fast, but sometimes becomes rough like a falling waterfall.

And in response, an indiscriminate attack is poured in.

In a sword strike, the fist, foot, hand blade and palm touch.

Beyond the loud roar, inside the tower where the wall collapsed, the God of Dreams narrowed his eyes.

‘How did this happen?’

There was no time to stop him, and there was no way to buy time with any tricks.

A struggle that immediately took place as if there had already been an agreement.

Quickly, those three got into a fight, and they were greedy for each other’s lives as if they had a clear purpose.

The evidence was right there. A sudden stab as if cutting through blue light.

It pierced the Grim Reaper, and Llewellyn drew her sword as she plummeted to the ground.

Not in the direction you plugged it in, but from down to up.

Absolutely violent cutting. The spatial distortion wrapped around the sword acts as a cutting force in itself, cutting and dividing the divinity of the god of death.

Spattering blood, flowing internal organs, and cracked flesh and bones soak the floor.

Usually it ends here. However, Llewelyn landed on the floor and immediately got up and grabbed her sword.

Llewelyn stood upright, exhaling heavily.

Lucilla returned from where she had flown.

As her siblings watched, the god of death was pouring out sticky blood and coming together again.

He is alive even after being beheaded and cut into pieces.

She is alive despite being attacked again and again with her fists and legs that seem to contain the flames of the sun. Heat is probably the most effective means of interfering with regeneration.

It was natural. Because she can’t kill something that’s already dead.

The God of Dreams knew that well. The opponent is the god of death, which is death itself and the personification of the concept of death.

Just as the God of Dreams is infinite as long as dreams exist, and is a dream in itself, so he lived with only his head and his remaining.

Also, even though permission is required, you can freely borrow someone else’s body as if you were someone else in a dream.

The god of death was in a position that transcended death. He never truly dies. That’s why the pantheon sealed it instead of killing it when that god merged with life.

It was still like that now. A wound worthy of death, a crisis.

But it doesn’t die. Rather, he stood up and took a stance as if he was showing off.

The God of Dreams was deeply conflicted when he saw that.

What you have to do.

Play your role.

He was the god of dreams. He is the great person of the pantheon, and was born at a similar time as death and life.

If God had an age, he could have been called the same age.

Because he was a rite of death and a divinity that arose after the birth of life.

That’s why his heart turned to the god of death, even if only for a moment.

The arm is naturally bent inwards. And the god of death felt closer than that new god whose name I didn’t even know.

But.

‘The god of death has lost his mind. Although he is calm, he is not thinking rationally.’

The god of death said: I will kill myself, kill that new god and his sister, and restore life.

I could tell just by listening how unrealistic it was. Even if you are the god of death, such a thing is impossible.

How will the divinity that has already been stolen remain the same as before, and how can a god who died at any time be brought back to life?

Why did it become a sin for the god of craftsmanship to kill the god of vengeance and take away his divinity?

This was because there was no way to bring God back to life.

Even if you are the god of death, this is impossible.

The God of Dreams thought rationally and logically.

It was obvious that I had to choose.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Llewelyn!”

The shouting is not loud. The volume of sound that can be made without vocal cords and lungs is not very loud to begin with.

Although it is represented by divinity, it cannot make a loud sound.

But I can hear it. Llewelyn’s helmet tilted, and her body flew in the direction of the God of Dreams.

Dust rises, and the god of death follows right behind.

It doesn’t last long. Lucilla and Llewellyn are siblings. They were also lovers and siblings.

Understand the doctor even without eye contact. Lucilla immediately threw her body and kicked the god of death, and the god of death who was kicked unexpectedly fell to the ground with her spine cracked by the blowing north wind.

In reality, the gap created is very short. But it is far enough.

The power of mourning, explosive leaps, dragon slaying, and even anti-magic power.

Her assault-specific maneuver allowed Llewelyn to reach subsonic speeds for just a moment, and with the appearance of her space her being distorted, Llewelyn reached within a stone’s throw.

Llewellyn picks up the dream god neatly placed on the floor and throws it with his cloak.

The God of Dreams was momentarily surprised by the unexpected action, but soon calmed down as his head entered a clearly red space.

There was magic in the cloak. The magic of being able to hold 100kg of any object without being limited by its volume.

My hair was light. The God of Dreams quickly grasped the situation and shouted.

“The god of death does not exist! Just as he cannot kill something that is already dead, no matter how much he cuts or destroys it, it is meaningless!”

Somehow, no matter how many times I was attacked, there was no damage. Llewelyn planted her right arm on the ground to slow down her momentum, spun around, and ran again.

“Then what?!”

“There is no choice but to subdue divinity with divinity! Or not… !”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. But Llewellyn saw a scene that the God of Dreams had naturally implanted in her mind.

A moment when even the God of Dreams could not properly show his divinity. A time when I was oppressed by the power of an unknown space-distorting transcendent.

A power that is neither divine nor magical. If that’s the case, you can successfully disrupt divinity.

But how?

The distance decreases in an instant. 100m, 80m, 40m, 10m.

Before you know it, you can see the God of Death engaged in a quick fight with Lucilla just a short distance away. Llewellyn judged based on accelerated cognitive ability.

There was divinity in my body. A divinity that was taken from the god of life and came into our hands unintentionally.

A miracle that came down to a place within reach with increased divinity.

The shape seemed tangible.

Llewelyn held her cluster of stars in both hands and exhaled.

Then her her heart her her beat loudly.

This time, we sink inward instead of outward.

The divinity that wraps around your body and descends. It fills the entire body and waves along the curves of the soul.

“Miraculous change.”

The flaws of the soul, the curves that humans have experienced and changed.

At the center, the man who was Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin reminded her of those she had met, killed, and died.

Memories oppressed by mourning like traces of one’s own tears.

Resentment, regret, and murderous intent that are engraved in the soul and cannot be easily forgotten.

Beyond that, Llewelyn thought of a certain lion beast.

‘It’s my fault.’

A face that Llewelyn often thinks about with regret, making her agonize over whether there would have been a better ending.

The lion and beastman moved along the trajectory engraved on the soul.

Pull out the sword and flick the blade of the drawn sword to create flames.

I could feel the gaze from beyond the blade heated to scarlet.

Beyond the sky, a star shining red.

Among the transcendental beings, he is the only one capable of communication. It flashed as if surprised when it saw Llewelyn.

“Star Blade, Ethan.”

The blade of the blue light glows scarlet as Luwell Lin speaks beyond her logic.

The sword road burned brightly.