I Became the Wrong Race

213 – God of the Night (4)

“Night… “You?”

After listening to Llewelyn’s words, the God of Dreams spoke.

You can guess his expression just by hearing his disbelieving voice his his, but Llewelyn did not allow the God of Dreams to enjoy the afterlife with his wife

Hold the North Wind in one hand and prepare by squeezing the other hand. Isla, standing right next to him, also did not put down his crossbow.

“Are you the god of the night?”

Llewelyn spoke, and she answered, and she did not come back.

The naked woman just stood there and smiled.

It’s a strange thing. Llewelyn glanced at Isla, who lowered her crossbow and ran her hands behind her waist.

Then a blue light spreads softly.

It’s a clear stimulus. That could also be enough of a threat to an unknown being.

Nevertheless, the god of the night does not move. Llewelyn was worried as she watched the night scene.

“Steward, please, please take me into the night…”

“Quiet.”

The ignored dream god looked shocked, but it was nothing Llewellyn could care about.

What we need to worry about now is what on earth the night god is doing here and what did he want by appearing here.

The meeting place must be the place where life and death were murdered.

As doubt appeared on Llewelyn’s expression her her, the Night God finally opened her mouth.

“You came. Finally.”

It was a normal sounding voice.

It was the voice of a noble lady, with kindness deeply felt in the voice of her.

“I’ve waited for you for a long time.”

A naked goddess approaches.

It was possible for me to feel lustful or to have other thoughts, but all I could think of was that my body was amazingly beautiful.

“Steward, let’s give it a hug.”

As she approached step by step, Llewelyn did not know her purpose.

But there were a few things that became clear.

As she got closer, her hostility was fading.

The boundaries she had been holding were melting away like spring snow, and her clenched fists were slowly loosening.

Her heart gradually turned to the god of night. Adoration and respect bloom where boundaries have melted.

“Bam, is it really, really you? The Great Ascension, no, the other gods… No, how could you…”

Even the God of Dreams was speaking gibberish, and even Isla was frowning and unable to hold her bow.

Until a certain fact occurred to Llewelyn’s mind along the way.

Llewelyn felt something in the middle of her sleep and she suddenly woke up.

And Llewelyn knew very well what it was like to get on her nerves and make the back of her head tingle.

One of the unique characteristics of a mourner.

Haunted intuition.

The effect is immune to surprise attacks and has an advantage in detecting actions.

And the reason why the intuition of being possessed by a ghost was triggered now was not because of the act of sensing.

Then what remains is.

The moment Llewelyn made eye contact with something imitating the god of the night.

Sreuk.

Something stirred in the darkness. The wriggling shadow was fleeting, but it shined with long-lasting murderous intent.

It’s a sword. Single-edged.

It was a moment. Llewelyn moved.

[Mourning]

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Llewellyn Her feet lifted loudly.

That act was the approaching believer of the night, the believer of the dream that swayed behind Llewelyn’s back.

Even Isla, who was frowning with a familiar sense of déjà vu and familiar fascination next to him, couldn’t read it.

A quick move that no one expected. Because the explosive leap was limited to her knees, only her knees she was able to shoot up at super speed.

Even improvisation works. Llewelyn brakes faster than her shaking knees can regenerate, lowering her center of gravity.

The moment of raising her foot and striking it down was literally done without making any sound.

Her feet tapped the floor. Her feet were buried, and black plate armor appeared all over her body.

Debris scattered in all directions.

A roar mixed among the debris. Isla jumps in surprise and the sound of a clash is heard only then.

Kwahahah Ahh!

With the sound of her feet hitting the ground, the night god was seen through the scattered dust.

She was still a beautiful naked woman.

She is not a goddess. When Llewelyn’s eyes shine brightly within her helmet.

Behind the fake goddess, the large object accelerated silently.

Acceleration as if she were slipping even though her feet were on the floor. It was a sophisticated ‘surprise footwork’ that ordinary humans would not even know the principles of.

Wow!

The giant sword cut through the sound and was fired. Befitting its nickname of shield splitting, the sword strike flew in an ambiguous diagonal direction and cut off the waist of something that was imitating her goddess.

The sword star accelerates and slides with a ringing sound.

Llewellyn crossed paths with such swordsmanship and advanced.

A walking technique I just stole and learned. A sliding movement.

However, due to her lack of technique and basic skills, her sword skills she clicked low, and before she knew it, Llewelyn’s left hand she was wielding the North Wind.

Squeak!

The upper body of something imitating a night god floating in the air. To be precise, aim for the neck and cut it.

The severed head fell from her her upper body and rolled on the floor, and Llewellyn stopped, her cloak fluttering in the wind.

“Ah… ?”

It was around that time that the God of Dreams, with his eyes wide open in confusion, saw the God of Night. He recognized the face that caught his eye, but realized that there was no divinity in its body

“It’s not night… ? What on earth is this?”

“It’s a trap. It’s late to wake up, next sword saint.”

“Because it’s not my body that feels the need to urinate. “Once I sleep, I tend to sleep well until morning.”

“The words are flashy.”

Sword Saint smiled briefly, and Llewelyn lightly threw her hatchet into her hand and took it back, drawing a line in the air.

One horizontal line, one long vertical line.

Her two-handed sword appeared from her overlapping form, and Llewelyn shook off her wrist, holding the light that was created in her hand.

“What is the situation?”

“As I said before, it’s a trap. There are fakes going around.”

“Fake?”

“Something like that. Besides me, there’s your fake, the golden oriole’s fake, and the cat fake. There was even a fake head.”

Something that was stabbed with a sword was exactly like the image of the god of the night. Even after killing him, he didn’t return to his original state.

The vast majority of people here knew that it was fake.

“How to distinguish?”

“Well, you’ll know when you look at it.”

“… “Perhaps.”

“You had nothing to worry about. Aren’t they all so unique? It’s obvious because everyone’s appearance is different.”

Suddenly, with their backs to each other, Llewelyn and Geomseong looked at each other in opposition.

Isla jumped up and landed next to Llewelyn, and she frowned and muttered.

“There are a lot.”

A shadowy forest toward which an unpleasant voice heads.

There were countless human figures walking out from the bottom.

Countless people standing expressionless. There couldn’t have been more than two of them, and they were approaching with expressionless faces and holding weapons.

On the outside, there was no difference at all. That was creepy.

Those who resembled Llewellyn even saw the cluster of stars in Llewelyn’s hand and copied the same shape and held it in her hand.

Where is that? Shadows resembling Isla made bows that burned with the same light and held them.

Beings that create hesitation and hunt that hesitation as an opportunity.

From the outside, it was no different from the real thing. That much was certain.

Without hesitation, Isla pulled the bowstring and fired an arrow of light, and Llewelyn raised her shining sword and aimed it at her head.

“In detail.”

“I heard that you are the god of dreams and the god of the night, and this is what the people called gods look like… “There was no sign of this.”

Geomseong had a bored expression, as if he had no interest.

“Your fake was like that too. It was obvious that the fake golden oriole had no magic power, and the fake head was not a chatterbox. The fake cat was trying to tempt me. “I got cut.”

Isla glanced at him, but Geomseong made a cackling sound and laughed.

“Or maybe he just came out without any clothes on. “I don’t know because I saw it first.”

“I feel bad.”

Geomseong just ignored Isla’s irritation and disgusted beatings, and Isla didn’t care any more and pulled the bowstring.

“I wonder if the classification method is important in this situation anyway.”

Llewelyn confirmed in silence.

The monsters rushed in, and Llewelyn’s heart beat loudly.

*

Kwasik!

Llewell Lin let go of her sword and swung with her fist, crushing the head of her sword character.

Her outstretched hand grabbed what was left of her her neck her her her her, and Llewelyn’s body her shot forward as if following her, crashing into her knees.

Kwahahah Ahh!

It was used as a test to kill a knight.

It is so powerful that even a clone of the Sword Saint, who was not easily cut by simply using his hands and feet to slay the dragon, gets cut round in the abdomen with a single blow.

Llewelyn threw down her sword that had been cut in half with satisfaction.

“I think there was some ill will in the attack.”

“It’s an illusion. “I did all my attacks without emotion.”

“After all that, when you attacked that cat over there, didn’t you carefully stab it in the heart?”

“It’s an illusion. “It was difficult to hit him because of his slim body, so I just stabbed him.”

“Sounds like an excuse… “

A swordsman who deflects an arrow aimed at his head with the hilt of his sword and strikes down his sword.

Llewelyn knew that even such a light strike by the swordsman was using the power of her opponent’s attack without any waste.

Thanks to his excellent fundamentals and technique, the swordsman was able to take on the army.

If you block, block, and counterattack all attacks.

It was a wonderful technology. Llewelyn also thought that she would achieve that kind of skill someday, but she wondered if she could really achieve it.

Llewelyn picked up the star cluster that had fallen on the floor and looked around.

There were corpses everywhere around her. At first glance, it was extremely bizarre, a mountain of corpses with several identical faces.

Some died from penetrating wounds to the head or heart, while most died from cuts and tears.

‘Still, it doesn’t have the regenerative or physical abilities of the object it imitates.’

Llewelyn’s clone did not show any transcendent regenerative power or Isla’s clone never transformed.

I feel like the copy of the Sword Saint was the most difficult to deal with. It was almost like the feeling that there were a lot of parts that needed to be cut because the body area was so large.

Llewelyn looked for Isla while holding the star cluster carefully without touching her body.

“No more.”

Next to Llewellyn, who was looking around, Isla jumped down from the tree and landed.

She clapped her hands, and Llewellyn smiled briefly and clapped her outstretched hand, giving her a high five.

The corners of Isla’s mouth curled as if she was happy were a bonus. Llewellyn asked as he watched her tail flutter.

“What about Lorian and Melody?”

“Excuse me. “It’s coming.”

“Oh, it’s true.”

When Isla looked in the direction where she extended her hand, she saw two people trudging towards her.

A woman and a girl who are not injured but look tired.

It was Melody and Lorian. Llewelyn scanned them with full concentration, fully activating his possessed intuition, and divinely confirmed that they were real.

She was probably asking her god-enhanced sixth sense, but she could tell just by looking at the lack of armor.

Because it was not a combat situation, it meant that the battle was over.

So Llewellyn waved her hand, and the two paused when they saw Llewelyn waving her hand, and then she sighed when she saw that carefree smile of her.

“You sigh when you look at people’s faces. “Get hurt.”

“It’s because I’m Lu.”

“What do you mean?”

“Secret.”

While Isla and I were bickering, the two approached, and when Isla and her group were all gathered together, she asked.

“What are we going to do?”

It’s like asking if you’re going to go back like this or if you’re going to keep moving forward.

Llewelyn looked down for a moment at something resembling the God of Night lying dead in three pieces on the floor.

“Pack your bags. Let’s go.”

I don’t know what awaits me inside the Demon World, but I couldn’t go back like this.

Llewellyn led her group deeper into the Demonic Land.