I Became the Wrong Race

218 – God of the Night (9)

The transcendent was considered an ally.

Although he was potentially not quite an ally, he saw no reason to be an enemy. That was the perception of the man who was Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin.

No matter how much we don’t know what the transcendent is, and even though their purposes are different, we can’t read their intentions.

I was confident that the transcendent would not be my enemy.

This was the case even if there had been a fight with a transcendental person not long ago.

Maybe I was desperately hoping for that to happen.

Llewellyn barely managed to get up from her kneeling position.

‘Llewelyn, are you okay?’

Lorian’s voice was weak. This is because he used all his strength to protect Llewelyn.

To that extent, the power of the new attack introduced by the ‘God of the Night’ was considerable. Even though she used anti-magic power reflexively applied to Llewelyn’s black armor and Lorian’s blood magic to reduce its power her, her arms her her she she she were shaking.

It was an attack that could not be blocked or avoided.

The sword strike with the ‘God of the Night’ as its hilt covered the entire sky under the thick darkness, and appeared and disappeared faster than a moment.

It feels like it’s already there. A swift sword strike that doesn’t even dare to attempt defense.

Even that isn’t full power. Llewellyn now saw the huge arm clearly visible to her eyes.

It feels faint. That arm is only a small part.

A transcendence that can control the laws of the world, change night into day, and use the change between day and night as a weapon.

An overwhelming reputation that is worthy of being called a transcendent.

The difference in status, where it was hard to know whether there was even a chance of winning, Llewelyn despite let out her breath and placed her hand on her chest.

‘Llewelyn?’

Llewelyn did not answer Lorian’s question.

I just listened to my heartbeat.

Thump, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound.

My heart is still racing. Divinity envelops the whole body.

Llewelyn reflected, feeling the divinity flowing through her body.

Looking back, it was truly absurd.

My goal and intention is simply to want to be happy. The method and goal were vague, and I was just blindly hoping for happiness.

Llewelyn It was because she didn’t really know what to do. Because Netel is in the way, her father is in the way, and the Empire is in the way.

I wondered if I could be happy if I just got rid of everything. For some reason, I thought it might not be true.

Clearly, now that I see it, it wasn’t.

I also knew why she felt that way. Because the biggest obstacle to my happiness and future was dotted across that sky.

Countless gazes above the Milky Way embroidered like stars. Llewelyn lowered her hand that had been placed on her chest under a gaze that could be called hundreds of millions.

The Great Ascension failed. In reality, the Great Ascension was a trap.

I don’t know why or how it happened, but one thing is certain.

The Great Ascension was doomed to fail from the beginning, and all the gods who ascended to heaven through the Great Ascension were eaten and became the flesh and blood of the transcendental monsters floating above.

I couldn’t let other things happen like that either. Even if he knew that the ‘god’ in front of him had dug a trap in hopes of eating him and the god of dreams.

Llewelyn just calmly worked on her fighting spirit and checked her body.

A body through which divinity flows. Regenerative power is sufficient. Playback will end sooner or later. The body was perfect, and thanks to Lorian reducing its power, it was able to endure.

How is your spirit? When I reattached the will that had broken, it became stronger, just as a broken bone becomes stronger.

So what about swordsmanship?

There was a teacher right next to me who was better than anyone else in the world.

Then all that’s left is practice. Llewelyn walked forward and checked her her body her her her one last time.

The sword was not broken. Her arms and legs she still move. Then just fight.

The night sky was moving. Sword Saint glanced sideways at Llewelyn who had come up next to him.

“Can you still fight?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to keep fighting?”

Llewelyn thought.

Should we fight?

She had nothing to worry about.

She had no doubts.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Geomseong just laughed.

She didn’t ask how to win or if there was any way.

He simply trusted the man he had crossed swords with. For the rest, just do what you can and that’s it.

It was the intuition of a swordsman who has lived for over 200 years. She knew Llewelyn had figured something out, and she believed she could pull it off now.

Llewelyn accepted the swordsman’s smile.

“Let’s go.”

With those words as a signal, two people ran. One rose into the air and ran using anti-magic power as a foothold, and the other ran quickly from the ground and carried a sword over his shoulder.

The arrow quickly cuts through the air and aims at the fast-moving night sky.

It goes astray every time, but I can’t blame it. Rather, Llewelyn looked at the arrow’s trajectory and predicted where the sword would land.

A voice with a beautiful melody that resonates at just the right time. The power in my body seemed to condense for a moment and then accelerated explosively.

Lewelyn approached at high speed, skipping several of the anti-magic steps she had made. She held her sword and reflexively shouted as she watched the tilted night sky turn towards her.

“Sword Saint—!”

The moment you shout, the sword spirit soars. For a moment, the sky became brightly colored, but Llewelyn did not stop.

Run forward. She can’t see an inch ahead, and her intuition is burning as the attacks that will soon come towards her.

It doesn’t stop.

I still remembered the trajectory of the arrow that Isla had engraved.

Using the entire night sky as a sword is powerful and novel, but because the scope is so large, there are some things that can’t be helped.

For example, there is no need to block the flying arrows one by one, they are all pushed away at once, so if you listen to her and focus your senses, you can predict their trajectory of her.

The target is Llewelyn. However.

――!

The heavens and earth burned brightly with a sudden storm and then turned into darkness again.

As the night sky becomes a sword spirit and flies in, the sword spirit bounces it back in time.

Her blood spurts from her limbs and falls in the exact same way as it did.

It was a blow that was invisible to Llewelyn’s eyes. An attack that she didn’t even know she was aware of, let alone received.

Therefore, Llewelyn approached the figure that was translucent only to her own eyes.

‘Llewelyn, what are you planning to do? How can something so huge…’

Lorian asked, but Llewelyn held her sword tightly instead of answering.

There were a few things that became clear only after we got closer.

The way the being that ate God as a transcendent constructs power, and even the way it creates and utilizes divinity.

It is an intense power, but it is a different way to control the world.

For Llewelyn, it could be applied as a miracle.

From the first time she saw her, she was captivated. Why did a being like the Transcendent, who could eat even a god, target Llewelyn and her dream her god her her, and even carefully dig a trap to lure them in?

Even the moment they met, he pretended to be a god of the night and went to the trouble of trying to catch him.

The reason was simple. Because even to them, divinity was an unfamiliar and easy power.

Llewelyn held the hilt of her sword with both hands and twisted her waist.

He raised her strength by using her ankles as an axis. The power that surged from her ankles enveloped her entire body and reached all the way to her fingertips.

Through her ankles, knees, and waist.

He used her thoracic spine, chest, and even trapezius muscles to reach up her shoulders and down to her fingertips.

She uses every muscle of her body to the fullest. The normal shape is close to a diagonal cut.

Breaking down old trees. A season in which it is not strange for the Sword Master to call his own special move

You can’t reach it just by using it. The Sword Master knew that well, so he sent Llewelyn forward.

His swordsmanship reaches its limit and can block even gods, but it cannot reach the transcendent beyond gods.

Even Llewelyn couldn’t cut it down by simply using divinity.

The results are clearly visible. A sword strike filled with divinity, the ultimate in swordsmanship that uses every muscle of the body.

Everyone is one step short. What is needed is the courage and creativity to move forward more boldly.

Llewellyn knew just the right thing.

Just as the ‘God of the Night’ combined his transcendent power with divinity and changed the world with it.

All Llewellyn could do was get inspiration from there and use it.

My heart beat loudly as I breathed in.

Miracle Appearance.

Spreading her divinity based on Llewellyn’s heartbeat, she reads and understands the memories and lives of the beings touched by her heartbeat, and embraces them with divinity.

Miracle changes, on the other hand, take place secretly. I sink the heartbeat inside and spread it within myself, read my life, read the object of mourning, and reproduce it.

Magic, divinity, and physical abilities are not limited to this. Anything can be reproduced, and anything can be targeted.

If only I had mourned enough.

What Llewelyn needs now is beyond.

What is being evoked now is the realization of a miracle.

Advanced technology that brings out changes by changing the axis of manifestation.

Llewelyn rolled her eyes, following the senses the dream god had opened to her. Her rapidly rolling eyes gazed at the translucent forearm of her, and she saw the tattered body of the Night God extending from the forearm of her, the hair hanging from its head of her, and the night sky .

As she looked at the traces of divinity and transcendence, she focused on the heartbeat.

Exciting.

Then, Llewelyn remembered when she first gained her divinity.

When she rejected both ‘mother’ and ‘father’ and decided to walk her own path.

The feeling that her acquired divinity her envelopes the entire Netel.

Reproduce it now.

Exciting!

My heart is beating like crazy. The divinity that spewed out in concentric circles around Llewelyn passes over the God of Night, passes over the blood-covered Sword Saint that falls to the floor, and illuminates Melody and Isla, who were preparing another spell on the floor.

It doesn’t stop there, but expands even further.

Arba has become a ruin, and now there is nothing left of Servan.

Even further than that. Higher.

What is needed to overcome this situation now is ‘fire power’, which is not originally allowed in this world.

And Llewellyn knew someone who had such an image.

The woman who had been resting her chin anxiously in the Manshinjeon raises her head. She had the illusion that his gray eyes met hers.

“Sejin… ?”

That image, along with her sister’s lovely voice floats through her mind.

My sister’s desire to go see her brother her again even if it means killing this star.

“A miracle materialized.”

A sister who created knowledge that did not originate in this world out of passion and resentment.

Annihilation, Lucilla.

“Death of a star.”

The moment when the sister’s image passed through Llewelyn’s body her and formed on her star cluster.

Kwa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!

The night cleared, and the sun rose from Llewelyn’s hand.