I Became the Wrong Race

219 – God of the Night (10)

Implementation of the ideal, death of a star.

For Llewellyn, it is the personal power of her lover and older sister her, Lucilla, and as far as Llewelyn knows, it is the most powerful personal power of her.

That strength and power was of a type that even Llewelyn, who could be said to be a mortal, had never experienced.

As far as Llewelyn knows, it was one of the most ultimate weapons that humanity would ever reach, so it was natural.

Literally a nuclear bomb. It creates magic power based on the principle of a nuclear bomb, reproduces it around the body and explodes.

There are many unique techniques with comparable power, but techniques that can project such power on this scale are rare.

Magic, technology, whatever.

This even applies to the skills of NPCs, companions, bosses, and the ‘main character’.

And now, what is needed is something overwhelming that can project firepower on a massive scale.

As far as Llewelyn knew, there was the only one.

What was a little unexpected was my sister’s love.

Llewelyn’s miracle is created by understanding a person and observing their life intimately.

Llewellyn embodies her her miracle her her her, and for the first time she has truly seen her sister’s her life her her her.

‘A little love… Isn’t that too much?’

She was horrified to learn that she was even prepared to burn the world itself if she could not return to her brother.

It’s probably not the power that can be created with just such an image. Even as Llewelyn was thinking, she quickly diluted her miscellaneous thoughts.

There was an enemy.

It was getting closer.

The night sky is flashing and approaching with a sword light.

The forearms are huge and still don’t look right.

But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that it’s not a telegraph.

It is neither electric power nor telegraph. However, if he could not appear in this world, there must be a reason.

Even if she doesn’t show off her power her, there’s no reason to deal with the ‘annoying fly’ with just her her arms her her her out her her her.

It is reasonable to believe that they are only putting their arms out there for a reason. Unless you are a being with only arms.

So cut off your arm. You need to cut off your arm and remove your influence on this world.

After Llewelyn thought that, she moved straight away. She tightly grasped the hilt of her sword with her outstretched arms, twisted her body, and concentrated the powerful firepower that arose from her entire body.

She doesn’t get dragged along as expected. The release of this powerful force cannot be concentrated on one point, nor can it be controlled as it radiates from the entire body.

Only then did Llewellyn understand why his sister couldn’t use Star Death on her enemies and she had to use Star Heart instead.

Just suppressing this intense firepower and not releasing it becomes an intense burden.

You may be able to endure to the unbearable limit and give your allies time to escape, but you cannot calculate how far that will extend.

This is Llewelyn’s first time writing Death of a Star, and I have never seen my sister write Death of a Star.

The death of the star that Llewelyn always saw came after the results had already been known.

All the effects had already been engraved on the earth, and everything had been scorched and shattered by the flames from the death of the star.

So, what needed to be done was not to withstand the death of the star and not try to endure the death of the star.

It’s not about controlling the direction.

Change the emitting target.

‘Where to release it.’

The sword of the night sky in Llewelyn’s hand, a cluster of stars.

The object of emission is the blade.

The moment when you think of it like that and focus all your energy on the sword.

‘Llewelyn, the sword… !’

Llewelyn’s teeth clenched, the muscles of her body tensed her, and Lorian’s words her became distant.

The sword is heavy. The blade, the hilt, and the wrist were becoming heavy enough to break.

Because the power contained in the sword is not light. With just that intense firepower, her muscles were torn and blood was coming out through her clenched teeth.

It felt as if I was trying to control the entire world. Even Llewelyn was momentarily overwhelmed by this overwhelming weight, she thought.

‘I can’t swing it. Was it a mistake?’

Should I have done it in the direction of releasing it rather than swinging it?

Or maybe I should have extended the sword technique forward.

It was a time when Llewellyn stiffened with regret and hesitation.

“Luweliiiiin!”

A voice was heard from far away, behind.

Sword Saint.

A man who rose to the top of the continent with a sword, and who nominated Llewelyn as the next sword master.

He shouted.

“That’s your sword!”

It was a word that made no sense. The meaning is unknown, and it is something that Llewelyn, who is sweating coldly and barely holding her sword, might be annoyed to hear.

But why?

Llewelyn could understand those words.

Llewelyn’s sword, not anyone else’s.

It is not a technology built up by anyone else, but a technology built up by Llewelyn and to be used by Llewelyn.

It’s a technology just for Llewelyn.

It sounded like he was saying that.

So Llewelyn heard that and adjusted her posture.

It was not a posture suitable for the Sword Saint’s huge physique.

Although his natural physical strength is much greater, he adjusts his posture to a posture that suits him, who has a smaller body and has tremendous strength beyond reason.

Raise your low posture and aim your sword back while standing straight.

With her shoulders tense, Le Welin used all of her back muscles to lean her body.

Using the principle of breaking old trees shown by the Sword Master, the power starting from the toes flows through the whole body, traveling through the wrist to the sword.

A posture that allows you to cut down a large tree with just a piece of metal.

And the flame that kills even the world.

Embracing both of those powers, the sword that was as powerful as a thousand pounds moves, encompassing the world.

Drudge… !

The foothold of anti-magic power trembled as if it would collapse.

In reality, it was breaking down and Llewelyn’s feet were slowly being lowered.

As she tries to stand with it, Llewelyn’s clenched teeth break. Knowing that it would regenerate, I didn’t hesitate and gritted my teeth even further, letting my sharp teeth dig deep into her gums.

Blood gushes from the muscles, the muscles break along the grain, and the bones twist. My heart began to beat violently due to the terrible pain.

And as my heart beats wildly, my heavy breathing fills my body as if I were going to vomit. I’m tired. It’s an overwhelming feeling of fatigue that makes you feel like you’re going to collapse and fall asleep.

Just trying to swing her arm she felt like it would break off. No, it was actually disconnecting.

Beyond the crackling sound of muscles being pulled, there was a small sound of tearing along the muscle’s texture.

I somehow pull it in using the strength of my whole body. I don’t mind breaking my arm, so I swing it.

A weight as if carrying the whole world. A weight that is enough to destroy a world.

Llewelyn held that weight in her hands and twisted her body with deep breaths.

Laurie’s blood rushes through her body, and the words she cries out as if worried disappear beyond her eardrums.

In the face of the weight of the world pressing down on her her whole body her her her, Llewelyn swung her sword along her her outstretched hand her her her her.

A secret technique that uses both Old Tree Breaking and Star Death.

A blow that only Llewelyn can use, and that anyone else than Llewelyn can’t even think of.

“Star, kill… !”

The chewed words are intertwined with divinity to complete the technique. Due to the pain of her left arm bursting, blood welled up inside the armor of her, and she forcibly swung the blood back together while listening to Lori Ahn’s voice that was close to a scream.

The night sky stretches out to block him.

It’s already late. The sun that bloomed in Llewellyn’s hand disappeared in an instant.

Isla, who was watching mesmerized from below, and Melody, who was invisible but raised her head due to her overwhelming presence, felt it at the same time.

In an instant, the sky split.

And that feeling was not a lie.

Clusters of stars scatter as Llewelyn swings her sword. Clusters of stars that were broken into small pieces are flying, and the left arm of her, torn along with the vambrace, is flying.

Lorian was thrown away by the impact, which was so strong that he could not maintain his original position, and Llewellyn stumbled due to his unstable anti-magic power.

Still, she couldn’t turn her head or hold onto Laurian.

She just looked ahead as if she was fascinated.

The sword she wielded

Flames spread along the sword she swung. The condensed flames looked more like light than fire.

The purest, residue-free flame. The purest violence that not even the stars can match.

Such violence is strongly condensed and takes the form of swordsmanship. On the one hand, Llewelyn is shot splendidly, and on the other hand, heavily, as if it were spreading along the path of her van.

Was the Big Bang we learned about in science class like this? As Llewelyn advanced, devouring the night sky, which was as good as the universe itself, she saw the core flames tearing apart the God of Night and reaching up to her arms.

The overwhelming destructive power that has been condensed and can no longer be called a nuclear explosion, but would rather be called a beam.

It was dividing that translucent and seemingly inviolable arm.

――――!

An indescribable roar heard at the same time. The space trembles with a roar that is unknown as to what kind of creature it is making or if similar sounds exist. Even the anti-magic foothold that Llewelyn was standing on splits, and even the black armor still wrapped around her her body her crumbles to dust and her body her bounces away.

The rapidly receding sky reminded me of when I first fell from the sky.

Fighting to escape from the three clans, and after the mourning was cut off, throwing oneself away, believing in uncertain possibilities, in order to escape.

But the results are different from then on. Llewelyn looked at the rapidly receding sky, listened to the sound of a blast passing by her ears, and saw a cross section of a severed forearm falling and seemingly continuing from beyond the sky.

Before I knew it, I was getting closer to the ground, but I wasn’t worried.

“Llewelyn—!”

With a shout, her magical power grows stronger. With Lorian’s outstretched hand covered in her blood, Llewelyn fell into the deep pool of blood.

Suddenly, the blood surges, and the blood absorbs all the shock that was about to be transmitted along the body of her and releases it to the ground.

The crater digs deeper and blood gushes from her mouth.

She survived. The blood-vomited body of her floated in the sky and rolled on the ground, and the sound of approaching footsteps echoed beyond the old tree that had exploded but was regenerating.

Did you do it? Have I defeated the transcendent?

At least I was pushed out of this world.

When Llewell Lin raised her head with a faint smile at her sense of accomplishment, what she saw was not her severed forearm.

In the place where the severed forearm should be.

It was a huge eye that stared with such vivid anger that even Llewelyn could tell.

A huge being grabbed her severed forearm and contorted her face with hatred, anger, and irritation.

Something huge that shouldn’t exist in this world.

A transcendent wielding the god of the night.

He exposed his clenched teeth through the open hole in the sky and lifted himself up.

While everyone standing there was staring blankly at the sky, it opened its upper body wide, revealing more of its arms.

An arm that had been struggling so hard, and could no longer be helped, and was finally cut off using powerful techniques.

There were dozens more pairs.

How do you do something like that?

Just as fear appeared on Llewelyn’s face.

As the wind blew, the dark presence that had been watching Llewellyn seemed to whisper to him.

Don’t worry.

“… “What?”

The wind spreads along with the words spoken without being able to repeat them. A very refreshing wind blowing from the forest.

The wind passes through the air, and before you know it, the leaves mixed with the wind are blown up into the high sky.

The leaf moved against the sky in a movement that no one could have predicted, and before we knew it, it had reached the hole in the sky that the severed arm had blocked.

What followed was even more unexpected.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz!

The moment the leaf touched, the floating leaf burned and the hole closed.

A hole that narrows so that there is no room for the huge being beyond it to enter. The giant struggled and stretched out his hand towards the hole, but the outstretched hand was closed with only one finger remaining.

Jeaak!

When even the annoying sound has disappeared, there is only one thing left.

He was the god of the night who fell to the floor and became rags.

Llewelyn looked blankly at the night god and said without realizing it.

“… “Mother?”

That was definitely Netel’s presence.