I Became the Wrong Race

220 – Transcendent (1)

[The god of night has been defeated.]

[Deep in your soul dwells the divinity of the God of Night and the situation she once had.]

[Your level has increased.]

[Your level has increased.]

Llewelyn’s face turned cold.

Is it because the newly learned truth is so shocking? Llewelyn was looking up at the sky blankly from where she sat.

It was a fierce fight, and even a technique with the power of blowing up one of her arms left no trace.

The night sky cleared as if it were visible, and the day, which was supposed to come in, was returning to the magic world.

Everything disappeared as if it were an illusion.

It was only the condition of Llewelyn and her companions that made us know that it was not an illusion.

Isla is exhausted after shooting arrows to the limit of her magic power her, and Melody is full of scars from grazing her skin as a result of using spells while blocking fragments or something else with Estoke in front of Isla.

The Sword Saint collapsed and fell asleep not far from Lorian, who fainted from exhaustion due to the aftereffects of the origin.

And the scars all over Llewelyn’s body her her her, her torn arms her her her her, and the clusters of stars that were broken and scattered from her hands her her her her.

When Llewelyn saw everything, she hurriedly got up.

“Llewellyn… ?”

Melody could be heard calling from afar, but Llewelyn didn’t even have time to pay attention to her.

She had something to check first.

Llewelyn walked forward with hasty steps, but when she realized too late that her ankle was broken, she hurriedly closed the distance.

Her words floating around in Llewelyn’s mind, began like this.

Maybe.

Llewellyn thought as she impatiently closed the distance between her.

‘Maybe she wasn’t Netel’s enemy.’

No one said she was an enemy.

No, the Empress said that. Llewelyn searched her memory, and somehow she pieced together the information that didn’t come to mind.

Llewelyn didn’t know if she could trust those words, but now that she thought about it, she definitely didn’t know if they were true or not.

She even said that she thought that she, the Empress, might even be her enemy. Llewelyn reflected on it as she limped, and with a heavy breath she saw the only trace left by the Night God.

It was something that could easily be called a residue.

Torn remains. Something that can no longer be considered God.

Llewellyn stood in front of him and saw the message hanging in the corner of his eye.

[The god of night has been defeated.]

[Deep in your soul dwells the divinity of the God of Night and the situation she once had.]

It is said that he defeated the god of night.

She didn’t know if it could be called the God of the Night, other than its status and appearance, but she said it was the God of the Night.

However, I didn’t get the feeling that something was there like the message that came to mind suggested.

I had the impression that something was wrong. As Llewelyn looked down at the tattered remains of the god, she had no impression that there was even any divinity left to be plucked from within.

In fact, it was the opposite.

Perfect emptiness. Something that only remained a shell was the god of the night.

‘Llewelyn, take me out…’

A voice suddenly rang in Llewelyn’s ears as she looked at the god of the night.

Llewellyn did not hesitate for long. He put his hand her her her under her her cloak her her her and took out her her her one of her her heads her her her.

The God of Dreams looked blankly at the remains of the night on Llewelyn’s hand

“… Ah.”

His expression becomes distorted. With the face of the wizard and first contractor who was once rightly called the best, he gritted his teeth with deep perplexity and sadness.

“God of dreams, this is…” ” ” .”

“It’s my night, my wife. God of the night…”

A god who closes his mouth before speaking because he feels choked.

It was a different appearance than not long ago, when people were confused when they saw a doppelganger.

Even when he faced the god of the night, he was unable to let go of his guard, but now, perhaps because he was relaxed after the battle, or for some other reason, he seemed to have let go of his guard. Br﹥

Rather, he seemed too put down. He swallows a breath that is almost like a sigh, and looks blankly down at the remains of the god of the night with trembling scarlet pupils.

When Llewell Lin lowered his posture, he softened his mouth.

There’s something I want to say, something I need to say, but I can’t seem to get it out of my mouth, so I’m deeply conflicted.

Llewelyn thought as she looked at the dream god.

With no body to collapse, all he can do is look down at the wreckage that was his wife with deep sorrow.

The god of the night died in a manner befitting what had happened.

The appearance of being crushed, the flesh bursting, and the bones crushed, as if it had been crushed in a very large hand.

There are very few left like that. Llewellyn knelt down on one knee, looking down at the God of Night, who looked like a piece of crushed flesh, but on the other hand, resembled a human being made out of stone.

I don’t know if it’s a memory passed down by the God of Night or a memory Llewelyn obtained by chance.

One thing became clear.

The Great Ascension was a trap. It was an elaborate trap that the gods could not even dream of resisting until the very last moment.

I don’t know who laid the trap or what the intention was, but I was certain that it was a trap targeting the god of the pantheon.

The results were also clear. All gods are dead.

Being eaten, it will no longer be its true self, and will sway like a ghost’s lantern, tempting people, or even twisting its will.

I didn’t see it, but I knew it. And Llewelyn guessed from that fact.

Empress. Whatever she wanted, telling Llewelyn to eat ‘another god’ was advice given to her knowing that she would definitely encounter such a being.

She certainly knew about the Pantheon and the Maharaja. What even her her party her her her, the God of Dreams, has now figured out, she has known since the distant past.

Everything, including that the Great Ascension was a trap and that all the gods involved were killed or worse.

On the one hand, Llewelyn raised her head and looked at the sky where the Transcendent had been looming just a moment ago.

Netel prevented the transcendental from appearing and attempting to invade the world in earnest.

There was no dark intention hidden in that action.

Rather, it felt as if the action itself was Netel’s intention

Llewelyn wanted answers.

She felt the need to hear directly from the Empress, and to speak directly with Netel.

Maybe she is not the enemy Netel, but a transcendent, or an empress in collusion with the transcendent.

‘It’s not clear yet whether the Empress colluded, but if I were the Empress.’

They’re probably reading this sign and they’re coming or they’re sending someone. As Llewellyn thought, she returned to her lowered posture.

“What, Llewelyn? What…”

“I am a guest.”

Someone was walking on the horizon.

Llewelyn couldn’t properly recognize the man’s face. Her injuries were severe, and it was because she forced use of ‘Star Killer’ had severely damaged both of Llewelyn’s eyes.

But I can feel the presence.

It was a very powerful presence. An energetic and powerful presence that feels like something I have felt before.

It was a clear sign of a transcendent person. Even beyond that appearance, there was a feeling that he had accumulated nothing at the level of Balterok, if not the level of the swordsman.

Well-trained steps were slowly getting closer.

A leisurely pace is a symbol of the strong. In a situation like this, even in a situation like this, you take your time and procrastinate.

Llewelyn nervously tried to get her cluster of stars out of her, but when she couldn’t, she clicked her tongue, clenched and unclenched her fists, and took a deep breath.

Little of her divinity remains. All it did was promote her regeneration.

However, her regenerative power is sufficient even without acceleration. Llewellyn checked the condition of her body and the condition of her group right behind her and prepared to fight.

It wouldn’t be strange for an empress to take a coercive stance here. I don’t know why she doesn’t come forward, but if she doesn’t, she can just make the most of this opportunity.

Even though she was tired, Llewelyn glared at her enemy with her fighting spirit.

As her eyes slowly regenerated, she belatedly realized that the shape was very familiar.

“… “That is.”

A man wearing her cloak and plate armor on his body.

The armor was dark red, but it was a different color from the Blood Knight’s armor that Lorian once wore and was forcibly handed down to Llewelyn.

Rather, it feels closer to flame than blood. This was true even considering that Llewellyn’s eyesight had not fully recovered.

Moreover, she felt something familiar.

A long sword strapped to his waist and a hood wrapped around the head of the person approaching.

Llewelyn’s eyesight slowly returned, and she looked closely at her image.

The first thing that caught her eye was her her expression her her her.

A sad, lonely, tired, exhausted expression.

She looked as if she was more tired than Llewelyn, who just cut off the arm of one of the Transcendents and felt like falling asleep, but not any less.

At that, Llewellyn’s best guard and fighting spirit became insignificant, and she looked at the person approaching in a daze.

As she got closer, something became clearer.

It was the eyesight and the other person’s appearance.

And Llewelyn showed a greater response, especially in the latter.

I stopped in shock and recalled the stories of her from her her past games of her.

It was natural that a colleague who appeared in the first series of the trilogy game called Grim Darker and had perfect attendance until the third game came to mind.

A being that receives the favor of a powerful transcendental being, and can vividly receive and act on the will of the transcendental.

At the same time, he is the illegitimate son of a family in charge of the Old Continent’s demon world and a man renowned as the strongest contractor of all time.

The moment she met his eyes her her her, Llewelyn felt the difficult journey he had gone through flooding into her mind her.

The journey continued despite coming here after feeling the clear presence of the transcendent and feeling sad about what would happen if ‘this time too’ we were late and were unable to meet in time and faced only ruins.

I had a painful memory because every time I felt a presence, the place I set foot in was completely deserted and overrun with strange monsters.

It was a month when I had no place to rest comfortably and couldn’t even eat properly, let alone wash. Llewelyn felt sorry for her man despite the headache she felt from using her divinity too much.

The 7th time I felt a presence and trudged to reach it.

As she looked at the intense relief on his face, Llewelyn faced a familiar face she had only seen through her games.

“Scorching ball.”

The man who was called by the title blinked his eyes in confusion, and Llewelyn said as she saw his eyes widen.

“Beliareus.”

The strongest contractor and the incarnation of the stars.

The man who was said to be Esha Terna’s strongest comrade faced Llewelyn and spoke with his mouth open.

“… Lucilla, why did you become a man?”

Llewellyn frowned reflexively.