I Became the Wrong Race

217 – God of the Night (8)

One horizontal line.

One long vertical line.

Light spreads along the trace drawn by the hand, and a sword appears in the hand.

The sword of the night sky, a cluster of stars.

The sword I didn’t take out because I was afraid it would break, and if it broke I wouldn’t be able to do anything.

Llewelyn held such a sword. It wasn’t because she was sure it wouldn’t break.

Rather, it was to prevent it from breaking.

There was a man in front of him who could cut the sky with an ordinary iron sword, so he couldn’t stay scared forever.

Even if you have better conditions and better means, if you don’t step forward, you will only be out of shape.

So Llewelyn looked fascinated at the sword that appeared in her hand.

Sword.

It’s just a weapon.

It was one of many weapons, and it could not be called the best of all weapons.

There were certainly many weapons in the world that were better than the sword.

There were excellent weapons that allowed us to overcome hardships with less effort and less effort.

It was a change that naturally occurred as the times progressed.

In other words, the sword was also just a passing weapon. Llewelyn, who was born and raised in modern times, knew that well.

However, she could not say that the sword of the Sword Saint was worthless.

A weapon made entirely of metal.

Hold it in one hand, or hold it in both hands and swing it to cut down the enemy.

Also, it is a weapon that inflicts injury by stabbing someone in the waist while holding it in the hand.

A weapon that is neither humanity’s first nor its last.

It was a weapon that just flowed and passed by.

Some will say. In that case, isn’t the effort put in by one person to use that weapon well?

No matter how much time you spend or how high you reach.

In the end, wouldn’t it be better to learn a weapon that has reached its peak and will be released someday?

Or you might say, wouldn’t it be better to learn a better weapon?

But Geomsung will answer.

What is the use of hoping for better weapons and better technology?

In the end, it is humans that deal with it, and in the end, it is also humans that stand against the sky.

The swordsman held his sword tightly and held it high even though it was well-forged and outdated.

He was a man who fell behind and rose to the top with his horse weapon.

Without divinity, without magic, without even the status of a transcendent.

He was just a man who reached the peak by following his own time and path.

The man was now showing Llewelyn his potential.

The end of the road that a human being, a mortal who cannot even be a god, can reach.

“Lorian, use the source.”

“… Yes.”

Llewelyn felt her regenerating body and she stood next to the man.

“Isla, please provide support fire. “I’ll leave the judgment to you.”

“Yes.”

She turned her sword with her wrist and held it at an angle.

“Melody, please assist me.”

The enemy was ahead.

An enemy so large that it is impossible to know how to defeat it.

A transparent figure holds a sword, and the night sky becomes a sword blade and sticks together.

Now it’s unrealistic. The entire night sky became a sword blade and rose heavily.

The moon in the night sky shines like the tip of a sword, and the sun, which has reached the horizon, shines eerily.

Can we win?

I do not know. But she at least knew it was time to swing the sword.

“The corridor of eternal struggle.”

Words were heard. As Llewellyn’s eyes slanted to the side within her helmet, she saw a giant looking paler than usual.

“My image of wanting to fight forever, not the world… “You’re putting it on me.”

No matter how much we fight together, this is a fact that is not generally revealed. Even though I couldn’t see Llewelyn’s expression of her, I felt like I could see her of her her swordsman’s expression of her her.

“What is important in continuing the struggle is response. My images change my body. The attacks I went through, everything I suffered… Melting it into my body.”

Melody quietly drew the sword and tapped the blade with her fingertips to create a sword name. While Melody was casting physical activity and all kinds of auxiliary magic on Llewelyn, the Sword Saint, Isla, and Lorian.

Sword Saint faintly felt the magic enveloping his body.

“Once an attack has been destroyed, it no longer works. That is my image.”

What are the standards for destruction? Llewelyn knew the answer.

The minimum is to experience it physically and survive.

The maximum is to parry it with a sword.

It is not a suitable means of response to an opponent who requires the use of unique techniques.

If successful, it will definitely have a definite effect, but at a price.

Llewelyn saw the body of the Sword Saint.

A body that appears to be covered in blood. The already pale skin had turned even whiter due to the large amount of blood loss.

According to what was said, the cut scar seemed to have been ‘nullified’.

It was never light. Even if it’s just the eyes that open and come back from time to time as if my consciousness is blurred.

Nevertheless, I stand by saying that it is natural to exceed the limit. Llewelyn glared at the night sky, which shimmered in the shape of a sword blade, next to the giant.

“Original Implementation.”

Lorian’s voice rang out, and blood covered her entire body.

Lorian’s prosthetic hand held her her True Beast Sword on her her her shoulder blades behind her and swung the sword magnificently, and Llewellyn exhaled as she felt the power rushing through her her body her her her .

I won’t be able to last long. If so, you should finish it before then.

Even though I can’t even see the way, I have to do it.

Escape is impossible. Just looking at the fact that Llewellyn and the God of Dreams were brought here, it was like that.

If you run away from here, they will chase you.

It is clear that he will persistently target Llewelyn and covet the God of Dreams.

If so, we must repel it here.

Since the work that had to be done had not changed since before, Llewelyn held the sword.

He stumped hard on the floor.

Her her body her her her soars. With the combination of anti-magic power, improved strength thanks to Lorian’s help her her her, and explosive leap, it soared like a meteor rising into the sky.

Under the falling night sky, Llewellyn sensed her murderous intent aimed at him, sharpened into the shape of a sword blade.

Can I do it? Do not know. But Llewelyn held the sword with both hands.

The night sky approaches Llewellyn, which glows almost red.

As if she had soared so high, she is pulled down to her eye level and approaches faster than she can take a breath.

It’s too fast. It was fast when I watched it from behind, but I knew it when I saw it in person.

There is no movement of the forearm or upper arm that would normally be present with a sword. Only the sword remains, and only the night sky moves with murderous intent.

I can’t read the signs of action. It approaches without warning and draws the trajectory of the attack with an unclear blade.

An invisible, indefensible attack. Cold sweat running down my spine.

Mistakes come before the fear of death.

‘Come to your senses, Llewelyn.’

I can hear the voice of the dream god whispering.

A god who was thrown into a cloak and was so shocked that he couldn’t say a word.

‘I will brighten your path.’

Divinity swells with his words

Just like drawing the stars in the night sky and turning them into constellations in a dream.

A faint outline appears in Llewelyn’s eyes.

Approaching trajectory. It’s shockingly fast and strong.

I can see it now. Llewelyn twisted her body and moved, standing on a platform made of anti-magic power under her feet.

The night sky is huge. The power contained in its enormity is absurd.

Normally you can’t fight it. But.

Geomsung did it. If so, Llewelyn will be able to do it someday.

Bring out that possibility. Llewelyn’s heart beat wildly, and the divinity that spread from it along the blood vessels of her entire body enveloped her body.

Llewelyn wielded the power she called mortal upon her sword.

Her swinging sword she spreads widely. Blue starlight collides with the night sky.

Jang, the sound of metal ringing for a moment was cheerful.

Although Llewelyn’s eardrums her burst, Lorian’s body swayed her, and she shook unsteadily for a moment.

Blocked it. The constellations carved by the God of Dreams spread along the night sky, and Llewelyn breathed heatedly.

Divinity is the power that creates destiny. I am qualified to twist fate and take it into my own hands.

Llewellyn took her first step.

The night sky did not fade much. She couldn’t push it to the other side of the sky like Geomseong did.

The distance that Llewell Lin pushed out was like the blood of her her her new feet compared to her her her sword prowess her her her her. But the results achieved made her Llewelyn’s feet her move.

It continues the scaffolding made of anti-magic attribute. A sophisticated platform that can only be grasped by Llewelyn’s senses.

Llewellyn saw her guillotine aiming at him again, and saw the night sky filled with her stars.

The sword marks he had carved still remained.

Rather, it is clearer than what was engraved by the swordsman.

Mortal force. Llewelyn’s eyes moved along the constellations carved by the God of Dreams. The legs ran on footrests made of anti-magic attribute power.

A dark red trail flew like a comet. I accelerated to avoid the night sky moving in all directions.

Getting closer. I don’t know where to aim. Avoid. Avoid and wait for an opportunity. A sword attack rising from the ground up. A sword like a waterspout rising from below.

But there is no technology. Compared to the sword of the Sword Saint, it lacks depth.

The difference is so big that it seems distant.

It’s shallow. Llewellyn stopped when he saw the sword aimed at him, and Lorian read Llewelyn’s intentions and ran, pounding the platform with his prosthetic hand and decapitating sword.

As if jumping high, the floating body is slightly pushed back, and the sword play made up of the night sky passes by as if passing by.

A feeling of intense pressure, as if the world was passing by. A chill that makes you want to shiver and wipe the cold sweat running down your spine.

But don’t hesitate. Llewellyn created another platform in the air and stepped on it. The night sky rushes from top to bottom, aiming for Llewelyn again.

The sight of the star-studded sky accelerating and aiming at you was a spectacle you would never see again.

It was difficult to describe the feeling of the stars in the entire night sky turning into shooting stars and targeting one individual.

At first glance, even a sense of fear creeps in.

But Llewellyn did not move. She placed her right hand on the footrest and lowered her posture, waiting for her swordsman to come forward.

Before I knew it, the sword spirit was slowly rising.

The magic power created by the melody pushed his body

A flight magic that won’t last long. There is no movement forward, backward, left or right, only up and down movement.

However, even as he leisurely soared, he held his sword against the night sky.

―!

The night sky could not surpass the sword power of humans.

The role is clear. The moment Llewelyn steps on her her footing her her and runs, a ray of light flies close to Llewelyn’s side her her her.

Isla’s Arrow. Llewellyn naturally stepped onto the arrow and ran.

Quauuuuuck!

A late storm shakes the space. The topography of the demonic landscape, which was already dizzy, is overturned, and the accumulated earth and sand are mixed and swirled.

Among the dust clouds, Llewelyn held the sword.

Cut it. She uses all her might to inflict mortal wounds.

Llewelyn’s single thought dwells in the sword, and the star cluster burns brightly with blue light.

The moment when the blue starlight shot against the dust cloud splits the night sky in a horizontal trace.

Suddenly the sky became dark.

No, no.

Suddenly, the dark night sky cleared and it became morning.

I was blinded by the sun that suddenly rose in front of my eyes.

Naturally, the sword she was trying to swing lost its destination.

Even if you have excellent senses and can distinguish objects even without vision, you cannot prepare for the sudden loss of normal vision.

It only takes a moment to stop. It was such a short period of time that there wasn’t even a gap.

But when darkness falls again, it’s a different story.

The darkness and night sky that suddenly came to her, Llewelyn suddenly saw the night sky coming into existence right before her her eyes her her her.

The night sky is like that.

When darkness falls and the sun goes over the horizon, it exists there.

The sword that was raised reflexively, the blade suddenly appeared regardless of the defense made with such a sword.

As the blade of the sword she had already swung touched, Llewelyn opened her eyes as a flash of memory came to her mind, helpless.

It’s similar to the night sky now, but a slightly different sight.

The intense pain and vomiting of blood that came soon after. Even the body that is about to be pushed away.

Llewelyn did not resist the strong impact hitting her abdomen, but she deliberately rolled her body and jumped backwards.

A dark red trace remains in the air.

Couldn’t stop her body from moving.

So before she knew it, she felt grounded.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

Llewelyn crashes into the ground and bounces, creating a roar and explosion.

The Lorian that surrounded her her her her body her her her manipulated her her blood her her and managed to make her stand upright, but her her body her her her staggered and fell to her knees .

The sound of calling could be faintly heard beyond her burst eardrums. Still, Llewelyn did not wake up.

Down on one knee, she let out a helpless laugh.

A fragment of the night sky that had fallen during the exchange a moment ago was inside Llewelyn.

It was a memory of a being once called the god of the night, mixed in the night sky.

‘Great Ascension.’

What the gods of the world dreamed of and did for eternity.

The gods’ ambition to tear up the universe and go outside to obtain something bigger.

The God of Dreams said that the Great Ascension had failed, but Llewell Lin’s memories said that was not the case.

‘The Great Ascension… It wasn’t just a failure.’

The moment Llewelyn’s mortality hit, her memories flowed in and whispered.

It is said that all the gods of the pantheon who attempted to ascend to heaven were eaten by the transcendentals lurking outside of Netel.

The Great Ascension could be said to be a tragedy.

That was also a tragedy in which all the gods walked into the slaughterhouse on their own feet and were killed.

Llewelyn saw one of the people responsible for that tragedy.

A huge arm coming down from outside the universe, a transcendental person who uses the night sky as a sword and playfully targets Llewelyn.