I Became the Wrong Race

261 – People of the Pantheon (4)

The Dragon King, renowned as the master of dragon slaying and the strongest fighter.

Although the first meeting was not good, Llewelyn was able to guess the Dragon King’s capabilities just by meeting him briefly.

Strong. Even though his physical ability may not be as good as that of Llewelyn, he is competing closely.

Rather, Llewellyn’s power was used against him. If Llewelyn kept pushing, he would cut her waist in two with his knees.

A being who is good at reading numbers and has no qualms about killing his enemies

In other words, he was a strong man who killed countless enemies with only his fists and fighting. Llewelyn’s eyes sharpened, and his eyes met those of the Dragon King.

And in the Dragon King’s eyes, Llewelyn’s eyes seemed to split vertically, even if only for a moment.

It moves. The Dragon King’s eyes are momentary, but the moment they turn to Ortemilia.

Llewelyn’s fist moves, and the Dragon King moves his tail at the same time.

His magical power moved him. When the skin sensed magical power through anti-magic power and felt cool, its scale-covered body seemed to tremble and rushed over.

The means of acceleration is the tail.

An organ in the back that maintains balance and balance.

At the same time, it is a means of attack and defense for the dragon, and at the same time, it is like another leg.

Even though it’s behind your back, it’s out of sight.

It was like closing in on a square. The enemy won’t even be able to read the omens until right before being hit. Llewellyn could clearly see how many people had lost their lives to that remnant of a trick.

Fortunately, it wasn’t Llewelyn. He is a mourner who is impervious to surprise attacks, and a vessel of God strengthened by divinity.

At the same time, I was in the midst of meeting a transcendent person who encompasses the world’s space and time, and my sense of it was developing dramatically.

Naturally, he read the Dragon King’s actions with his expanded senses and withdrew his elbow from where he was aiming and retreated. Two arms crossing at the same time and blocking the way in front.

A scaly red foot plunged down onto the forearms that were crossed in the shape of a cross.

Oh, the shock and roar that resonates deep in my bones. It’s only for a moment, but a shock hits Llewelyn, as if her world her her her her is going dark. His body is pushed out of place, and his knees are shaking.

It was a kick that went beyond the limits of technology and even surpassed human limitations. A technique that reminds us of the heaviness of the swordsman’s sword strike.

Obviously, the first meeting was insignificant. I remember the Dragon King who was buried in the snow and frozen to death.

It’s a shame to think that he’s a worthless person. In reality, his personality may have that aspect.

At least in terms of ability, it is comparable to Llewelyn. The moment when Llewell Lin forcibly held onto her body that was about to be pushed away.

“■■■.”

A strange voice that not only humans but even gods cannot understand fills the place.

A single word created with such words contained unprecedented magical power.

Even Llewelyn, who felt that she had become accustomed to the magic power of all kinds of warlocks due to her anti-magic power, was shocked by something that made her body stiffen her.

If black magic twists the world’s principles and screams, this was very clever.

It is often called gaslighting. Although it is an incorrect usage, there was a tendency to call gaslighting the act of twisting the will of others and coercing them, almost like brainwashing them.

That was the feeling of power in these words. Rather than screaming bitterly at the world and telling it to listen to me, it is the power to deceive the world and persuade it that this is not right.

Naturally, it is only a moment, but the air hardens. It sticks to the body in a sticky and squishy manner, like a film or jelly that does not fall off. Just by looking at it, I could see that the pressure on Llewelyn was light.

Llewelyn’s body steps back. With one step, the Dragon King’s eyes began to shine brightly, and powerful magical power sawthed in the ’empty air’ that was becoming solid.

Tuhwaa!

Flames explode from her body. She is a descendant of the red dragon, and the flames are her skin and down her.

The Dragon King twists his body as he consumes the world with his magic power. Her eyes were vivid and burning with sticky hatred.

“… You!”

The ’empty sky’ scorched by the fire spewed out by the Dragon King vomits out a human being.

A handsome old man wearing a robe.

A necromancer with a long, thin tail, pure white hair, and bright yellow pupils.

He was their leader, king, and prophet.

“Prophet—!”

The action the Dragon King took the moment he saw his face his his his was simple. He lowers his posture, raises his tail high, balances himself, and leaps on both legs.

Is it like a missile? The sight of them rushing in with flames was somewhat threatening.

There were people who landed in front of him faster than Llewelyn could block the prophet’s path.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

There was a conflict. A conflict not between Llewelyn and the Dragon King, but between the Dragon King and the other two.

Before she knew it, the Dragon King’s outstretched fist was blocked by something in the form of a huge hardened film, and a plain but well-maintained long sword was pointed at her neck.

“It’s cruel.”

The courtier who took out her sword frowned at her as if she was displeased.

“It’s been a while?”

The Empress put on a vivid fake smile beyond her veil

And since he was blocked by those two people, he could have been pushed away, but the Dragon King did not retreat.

The flames were slowly extinguished and the Dragon King stood upright.

Although her tail was still dangerous to touch the ground.

The situation stabilized quickly.

Because there were people who were put down one by one, starting with the three heads of the three clans.

A bowstring that stretches while making a squeaking sound and an arrow made of light hanging on it.

If you shoot, Isla is a sharpshooter who can hit even the Dragon King.

Melody appears wearing armor made of her blood and prepares to cast her magic by lightly tapping the floor and making sounds of her feet her her next to Llewelyn.

Lucilae sits down in a protective form over Ortemilia, who has already retreated, lightly holding her long-bladed spear.

A mourner stepping forward with a limp leg, Walterok looking down from the sky, Lie Hejedia her mouth with a slightly tired face covering, yawning and drawing her sword.

Countless people appeared and surrounded the Dragon King.

“Hmm?”

The last among them was the Sword Saint who appeared trudging.

The giant’s body is still covered in bandages, as if his recovery is still slow, but his aura is still as sharp as ever.

He looked at the Dragon King and narrowed his eyes.

“Ma’am, why are you here?”

The Dragon King was about to glare at the being who dared call him ajumma, but when he saw the familiar voice and face of his, he was shocked and froze.

“… “Sword Saint?”

“Has the lady also come to make this guy her successor?”

The Dragon King looks at Llewelyn, following the gaze of the Sword Saint, who nods his head and points at Llewelyn.

From the two gazes, Llewelyn vaguely guessed.

The reason why the Dragon King came, because Balterok came, and because the entire Sword Saint Society almost converted.

It was all about Llewell Lin gaining her divinity.

That’s why the Dragon King came, so I thought he had something to do with divinity.

‘I know we don’t get along well with necromancers, but I can’t believe I did this as soon as I saw Ortemilia.’

Even though she suspected there must be a reason, Llewelyn remained calm and did what she had to do.

A sword hilt made with two cuts of her hand. She twisted it, took out a sword made of stars and the night sky, and held it.

The sword of the night sky, a cluster of stars. A holy sword that will probably become a symbol of the dynasty that will reside in this pantheon.

Llewellyn grabbed that sword and aimed straight out.

“Surrender.”

“That’s right, ma’am.”

The swordsman grinned and lowered the great sword from her shoulder and held it with both hands.

In a place where protests are held, swords are pointed, and magic power is boiling.

The Dragon King glared at the prophet who was constantly talking while preparing the ‘Necromancer’ and sighed.

Suddenly, the magical power in her body disappeared, and the Dragon King muttered in despair.

“I was mistaken about one thing.”

Slowly raising her hands, she glared at the people surrounding her with cold eyes.

“I was going to tell you not to serve them… That wasn’t it.”

There was no way Llewell Lin could not recognize the disgust in her eyes.

“They serve you.”

Because the eyes of the Pantheon Inquisitors who faced the three clans looked like that.

Because it was a reasonable fact, Llewelyn did not refute it.

She just watched from afar as she led the Dragon King.

*

“What happened with the Dragon King?”

Immediately after the Dragon King was dragged away.

Llewelyn asked the being that the Dragon King hated the most.

And that being had an ambiguous attitude that did not match his solemn appearance.

“You don’t hate us, do you? Since you are a descendant of a dragon, you must not be happy about the dragon’s decline.”

Is that possible? Llewelyn replaced her words with an expression, and instead of answering directly, the Prophet turned his gaze to see her standing next to Llewelyn.

There was a reason for the so-called ‘sudden advance’ of the Dragon King.

Ortemilia.

A young dragon, a created dragon. A dragon that defines itself as a necromancer, but in reality cannot be considered a necromancer.

The ability to endure death and the nature of avoiding death were similar to those of a necromancer, but her love for necromancer was fundamentally different.

Rather, she was closer to a shapeshifter. Nevertheless, Orthemilia defined herself as a dragon.

The prophet did his best to hide his complex expression

Even though Ortemilia was watching, she was trying not to let anyone know that she was watching.

I couldn’t tell if it was because it was my first time meeting a prophet, or because Llewelyn was right next to me.

At least the prophet was n’t the only one who found Ortemilia’s appearance her unfamiliar and strange.

The Ortemilia that Llewelyn saw was not this kind of person.

It was not like Ortemilia, who always approached situations confidently and rationally.

“Lete.”

“… Hmm.”

“What do you think about it? “Is there anything you can deduce?”

“Well, I’m fine… ” .”

That’s not all. Llewelyn felt like she vaguely knew the Dragon King from Ortemilia’s attitude of her.

I feel like I know why the Dragon King does what he does.

Llewelyn looked closely at the difference between Ortemilia’s attitude and that of the prophet, and in the end.

“Go out for a while and take a walk.”

She kicked the Prophet out of his room so that they could talk alone.

“… “What?”

The door slammed shut, and the prophet blinked blankly in front of his workshop.