I Became the Wrong Race

260 – People of the Pantheon (3)

Beastmen are a race with diverse appearances.

Other than the fact that it was based on animals, it was meaningless to distinguish between them.

Even for that reason, they were indistinguishable from their ancestors, the Transformers.

That was also the reason why the shapeshifters were able to infiltrate as beastmen for a long time and spy on human society.

If your identity is discovered, you can transform into a furry animal-like beast and escape, or vice versa.

Therefore, when Llewelyn heard that she was a beast, several images came to mind at the same time.

While there are beastmen that look like animals that walk on two feet, there are also beastmen, like Melody, whose characteristics are barely visible, making it difficult to tell that they are beastmen.

It could be said that the number of beasts was as diverse as the number of people.

‘… No, is that too much of an exaggeration?’

Anyway, that was how Llewelyn felt. And since Llewelyn is a god and a king, she thought, maybe that’s what happens when she thinks about it.

‘Is this too much of a tyrant? It’s a bit like that.’

Llewellyn quickly put aside her thoughts and looked at the lizard in front of her.

‘Oh, that person… ‘ .’

‘This is the lizard I picked up.’

‘A lizard?’

‘They also say he is the Dragon King.’

‘The Dragon King?!’

Embarrassed, she left the Inquisitor behind, saying she would call someone, and Llewelyn took the lizard and the elven abbot to find a suitable place and laid them down.

In the past, she had been bold enough to hide her identity from Lucilla, but when she encountered something that seemed to indicate that it was her sister, it was the cabin she was using.

It was a building that had not been used for quite some time, as Lou Silla was now using her her Llewelyn’s her room her her her in her her nest her her her her.

Llewelyn faced the Dragon King there.

The Dragon King, so to speak, was just like the dragon in the game.

Red scales and a plump, thick tail.

A body covered with scales and a long snout.

Nevertheless, the subtle feminine curves were impressive.

That was enough to tell that she was a woman. If she hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been easy to tell.

Because all Yongin were of that race.

While lizard beasts were often humans with lizard characteristics, all dragons looked like this.

A wingless dragon that stands on two feet and walks on two legs.

Llewelyn remembered that she had a ‘cheek’ mode in a similar vein to the melody romance mode.

She deserved it.

‘If you look at performance alone, it outperforms most races.’

The first episode of Llewelyn’s Picture Darker was like that. After much deliberation about choosing a strong race, the dragon I chose was truly powerful.

It doesn’t go well with Mourner, and Homunculus Mourner is so powerful that I didn’t use it much after completing the build.

I knew well how strong Yongin was.

Scales that function as powerful armor and physical abilities that are stronger than those normally possessed by other races.

Claws, claws, and tail in the mouth are ‘natural weapon’ judgments that act as weapons even without a weapon.

Even the characteristics of regenerative power and overflowing magical power.

Given the setting, it was natural for him to be treated as the leader of the North.

Llewellyn had a woman in front of him who was praised as the leader of the northern kings and the strongest dragon king.

‘… Is this the strongest?’

I arrived later than the scorching ball, who got lost and was misled several times and ended up in strange places.

It didn’t even arrive properly. Only after Llewelyn’s senses reached her did she come to find a vague sense of direction.

She didn’t even arrive, and she was buried in the snow in the forest right in front of her. What would have happened if Llewelyn hadn’t come to look for her?

It was obvious.

She must have ended up like this when she tried to walk to find her. Llewellyn rested her chin as she thought.

Next to him was a handsome elf man who reminded me of Esha Terna.

He was an elf fighter commonly called the abbot. A character that appears once in the story.

There wasn’t much dialogue, and it didn’t give us much information to know what she was doing.

She knew at least a few things.

He shares the same actions as the Dragon King, and is related to Esha Terna, but his personality is completely opposite.

It is not uncommon for Esha Terna to want to kill someone, but it is rare for her to ask outright whether it is okay to do so.

Llewelyn was wondering what kind of story between Eshaterna and the abbot was involved.

“… Please get up slowly.”

I hinted to the Dragon King.

“… “When did you start noticing it?”

The Dragon King stood up as if he had been waiting. Her eyes flashed with a bright yellow light that reminded me of Ortemilia, but she had a different vibe from that of a necromancer.

While the necromancer’s eyes gave off a somewhat dull or gloomy feel, the Dragon King’s eyes seemed to be pulsating with vivid vitality.

Is this the pinnacle of the Dragon King, the master of the Dragon Man?

Even as Llewelyn recalled that fact, her expression hardened as she remembered that such a dragon king had to be stretched out in such a pitiful snowy forest.

An expression that clearly shows good disappointment, even though it is often said to have cooled down. I thought he might not be able to read people’s facial expressions because he was a dragon, but the Dragon King shrugged his shoulders when he saw Llewelyn’s expression

“I thought it was after I vaguely picked it up.”

I thought she was just embarrassed and pretending not to wake up.

At least Llewellyn would. She didn’t know if the Dragon King would be similar, but fortunately, Llewelyn was relieved to realize that the Dragon King was not someone who would forget his sense of shame and behave indecently.

“It looks like he’s still sleeping.”

To be exact, the Dragon King’s regenerative power and physical abilities far exceed those of the elves.

Apart from the fact that the elf has not yet regained consciousness, the Dragon King has completed his recovery with a short period of rest and warmth.

It was a truly astonishing level of regenerative power. If it weren’t for the fact that the species didn’t look confusing, I would have wondered if it was the same homunculus.

But that didn’t happen. It is said that most of the homunculus test subjects failed and, like rolling stones, met a strong man from the Old Continent and met their death.

The Dragon King is a pure dragon. Llewelyn looked confident and met her eyes with the Dragon King.

“So let’s talk alone.” “I didn’t call anyone else either.”

There were many people who wanted to accompany us. Even though Melody looked tired, he offered to help with the interrogation.

But Llewelyn refused all such offers and was left here alone.

Although I don’t have much to say with the Dragon King.

“Are you here looking for me?”

Llewelyn thought the Dragon King would have a lot to say.

“Before that, I want to check.”

The Dragon King looks at Llewelyn with split vertical pupils as he sits on the bed.

Before she knew it, Llewellyn’s hand was resting on her her clap her her her.

Thanks to her developed senses and divinity, Llewelyn rarely loses her players. He froze in shock, and the Dragon King looked at Llewellyn and examined Llewelyn’s hands.

From the fingers, nails, and knuckles to the curves of the bones and the shape of the fist.

When the scale-covered finger gently brushed the bone between the finger and the hand, called the knuckle part, the scale cracked and cracked.

“You have arrived at slaying the dragon.”

The evolution of dragon slaying, slaying the dragon.

It was a technology that did not exist in games. However, it was something that I learned almost instinctively because it existed in the skill acquisition of the status window.

There was no possibility that the technology was simply Llewelyn’s original. Llewellyn knew herself well, and she knew that her talent was not at the level of being able to create a single skill.

This is a technology that already exists. Although she vaguely knew.

“Can you tell when you see it?”

“Because it’s my skill.”

That is correct. Llewelyn became quiet, and the Dragon King laughed while fiddling with his cracked scales.

It was embarrassing. They took the technology that took almost 200 years of training and made, took it as their own, and handled it so brilliantly.

But there was something that had to be said. Because the Dragon King did not wish for his radish to be misused or for a tragedy to occur due to his radish

Isn’t that why he went into seclusion for such a long time?

Didn’t he give up his position as the Dragon King, pass it on, and wander away?

She opened her mouth for a purpose.

“I won’t hold you accountable for something you took and wrote arbitrarily. Instead, let me ask you just one thing.”

“If you ask me.”

“Avoid necromancers. “You shouldn’t hold hands with these guys.”

“Uh.”

And he made a dumbfounded expression in response to the foolish sound.

“That is…” Uh, what should I say?”

The Dragon King stared blankly, unable to understand the situation, and Llewelyn was conflicted, not knowing what to say.

“Did you call me? She said she had picked up a guard, whether it was a lizard or a dragon. She said something gibberish and said she had to go, but she didn’t even bother to come…”

Suddenly the door burst open and I froze when I saw the person who came.

Green flowing hair with a pair of black horns on top of the head.

A solid line engraved vertically on the eye that embroiders the space in bright yellow.

It trembles slightly when it sees a shape in the dark. Her mouth opens in silence

“Dragon King… ?”

The delivery was not carried out properly. Llewelyn and the Dragon King moved completely at the same time.

Arms and legs moving smoothly in exactly the same posture.

But there is a difference. Tail.

The moment Llewelyn’s eyes turned to her, the Dragon King pushed her against the floor with her tail and accelerated.

The goal is to cut off the neck her her with a front kick.

Even for an immortal race, it is a weakness that inevitably leads to fatal injury or death.

The moment the board covering the floor broke apart with a crash, Llewelyn slightly twisted her body and placed her weight on her right foot, which had been slightly pulled out behind her.

Using it is an explosive leap. However, it changes direction and heads backward.

Llewelyn’s gray eyes shined clearly even in the floating dust and scattered sawdust, reading the Dragon King. It moves. She leaps and accelerates with her tail and legs at the same time.

Llewellyn knew as soon as he saw her that she simply couldn’t take it. It was an attack that she could not be defended against. A strike for slicing and splitting scales, which can also be done by Llewelyn.

To block it, you have to grab it at an equal speed. But the direction must be opposite. Llewelyn figured it all out with a split-second judgment and with her senses strengthened by Netel, and she took action.

Slaying the dragon coincided.

And Ortemilia saw the wall bursting open next to her as if it were exploding, and a tangled new form passed by for a while as if it was slipping.

A tremendous speed that cannot be detected even by the necromancer’s inhuman senses. The speed, which even the user and receiver could not read, naturally brought about thick dust.

Even that doesn’t last long. The dust is blown around by the storm that blows as air returns to the empty space that had momentarily become a vacuum. A sight as if a condensed storm had exploded.

There, Llewelyn and the Dragon King were entangled.

Llewelyn held her dragon king’s outstretched fist with her right hand, and her left elbow was aimed at the dragon king’s neck.

On the other hand, the Dragon King did not hesitate even though his fist was caught. Her knees her were touching Llewelyn’s waist her.

If I continued to speed up like this, my back would be broken by her her own strength her her her, as if she had put a sharp guillotine on my back her her her.

A union where you can hit each other’s necks and cut off each other’s waists if you want.

But it didn’t happen. It was an art that could be performed with extreme skill and knowledge of each other’s skills.

As if displaying such a skill was insignificant, the Dragon King glared at Llewelyn with his evil, bright yellow eyes.

As if I wanted to hear what would come out of her mouth.

Llewelyn opened her mouth without realizing it due to the dragon king’s power her her her her.

“I saved you, but it isn’t really lame that you don’t listen to what I say?”

She giggled without realizing it.

The Dragon King’s expression naturally wrinkled.