I Became the Wrong Race

265 – Dragon (2)

There was silence. The Dragon King stood quietly and saw the necromancer’s open chest.

What fills those eyes is despair and anger.

And despair.

Llewellyn had a vague idea of what she was thinking.

She came here for answers, for that one miracle that would solve the situation.

It was obvious what she was hoping for. She probably intended to help and lead the newly emerged deity, Llewelyn, and bring peace to her race and tribe in the long run.

It was a plan so naive that it could not even be said to be used.

Even if that wasn’t the case, there were many paths she wanted to take and many ways she chose them.

Defeating the necromancer and lifting the curse.

Even if that’s not the case, find a way to break the curse and release it.

But in the end, all of those methods worked only when the tragedy and disaster that befell the dragons was a curse and something that could be solved.

If it’s a strange disease, a plague, or a curse, there must be a way to solve it, and it wasn’t strange that she thought so.

Because that’s what common sense says. So Llewelyn saw the Dragon King. She watches her expressions, and if something needs to be done, she steps forward.

And she was looking helpless, releasing her clenched fists with a miserable expression on her face.

What she has done so far, the plan she thought was the solution.

All the ways I tried. Because I knew it was all meaningless.

Even if it were Llewelyn, she would have been so helpless that she would have sat blankly for a moment. The Dragon King struggled in such a sense of futility and then slowly raised his head.

“I want to hear in detail.”

There was no anger. To be precise, there was anger that naturally arose, but she consciously suppressed it.

Let alone the murderous intent, I barely felt even the faintest anger in my chest. It was an art that was only possible because he was a fighter who had reached the extreme.

This is something that can be said to be an exclusive perk for martial artists who can sharpen their minds like a blade and stand up to an enemy with a weapon in any situation.

Call it, immovable heart.

It was a technique that gave great resistance to mental spells and allowed them to be released by consuming a certain amount of magical power. Rather than using it gamely like Llewellyn, she treated it like something that had infiltrated her body.

It was a feeling that Llewell Lin could not get her hands on her.

“We are…” “Is it true that you created Yongin?”

“That’s right.”

“The purpose of creating it is-“

“I was running away from death, but I was trying to find a way to fight back. So, we tried to overcome it by making them similar to us but with different characteristics. “I got the idea from the shapeshifters of the same three clans and created it with the help of the Empress.”

Ortemilia, who had been listening in silence, shakes her shoulders slightly. In fact, it was because I knew that Dragon King and Ortemilia were created using a similar methodology.

Unlike Ortemilia, who was a shapeshifter and a necromancer, the only difference was that she was a dragon and a shapeshifter.

The prophet seemed to have noticed that Ortemilia had noticed, glanced at Lete and closed her arms.

“But it failed. She considered herself a failure, to be exact. You did not respond to our attempts, nor did you show any similar characteristics to us … “He did not show himself avoiding ‘mortality’ with his opposite nature.”

In reality, experiments rarely fail.

If the results are not good, there is a benefit to it, and if it is successful, it is even better.

However, there was no response to the experiment.

“So I threw it away. Considering how powerful you are, I thought there would be no problem.”

An attitude of not caring about the chaos on the ground. The Dragon King became quiet, and Llewelyn remembered that it had been a while since dragons began to act rationally, form groups, and engage in normal diplomacy.

About 300 years at most. Until then, Yongin were the representative of barbarians and the most feared barbarian warriors.

Now that he has gained the opposite sex, he is called a leader, but in the past he was no different from a mad dog.

So the Dragon King did not question anything. He didn’t seem to have any intention of arguing.

“Until now, we have forgotten you. Even though you killed your compatriots, I thought that even if you excelled as an individual, you would not be able to achieve your long-cherished wish. In fact, there are five people as strong as you on this continent.

It was also obvious who those five meant.

Annihilation, Survivor, Sword Saint, Blazing Ball, Emperor.

But that too is a thing of the past. They have noticed now.

“So I thought it was worthless… Wasn’t that it?”

A tone of remorse. When the Dragon King felt this and remained silent, the prophet said.

“You weren’t a failure. In fact, it was the opposite. You were a success. That too… “It’s an overly successful success story.”

The facial expressions of the necromancers were also similar. A gaze that conveys sympathy and even kinship.

The Dragon King knew that what he felt from those gazes was not simple sympathy.

It was the look given to family members.

The expression and eyes that look pitifully at a sick child and wonder if there is anything they can do.

The Dragon King was very confused by all the eyes directed at him.

“… Why are you looking at me like that?”

As she looked at the necromancers around her, she forced her mouth open and growled.

“Don’t look at me like that! I can’t believe anything you say…”

“Is that really true?”

The answer that came out after interrupting the conversation. The Dragon King was silent, but his face was not displeased or angry.

It was a feeling of despair that slowly surfaced.

She slowly opened her mouth, as if being swayed by such a game of despair.

“Then what should I do?”

Words flow without knowing who is being asked. There was no answer, but the Dragon King sighed and was frustrated.

He believed that there must be a way to overcome adversity.

I believed that a solution would exist somewhere, and that when I reached my destination, many things would be magically resolved.

In reality, she knew it wouldn’t happen, but she inflated her hopes to avoid being crushed by despair.

The result was this. The Dragon King let her arms hang as if she were helpless, and the Prophet, the leader of her necromancers, looked down at her.

Silence fell.

The necromancer was silent as he could not find a solution and ran away, and the Dragon King closed his eyes with no time to organize his thoughts as both his mind and emotions his were complicated.

Only Llewelyn stood blankly.

It was difficult to say anything about the Dragon King, who claimed to be cursed, but in reality he was not, and had no way to resolve it, but had to hopelessly ignore the destruction of his race, and the Prophet, who had no choice but to ignore it.

Llewelyn thought for a moment and finally opened her mouth.

“What is the cause?”

All eyes are focused on the words that break the silence.

Even Llewelyn’s countless gazes left her speechless for a moment. Of all the dogs, the two most intense gazes meet Llewelyn.

“What happened to the dragons and the old dragons. “What is the origin?”

“That’s the problem. King.”

The prophet’s tone becomes polite. Llewellyn knew that now was the time for her to behave like a king and be treated like one. It was like she was teaching around a prophet.

So Llewelyn spread her divinity in a small way.

“None of us failed to find the cause.”

The prophet said with a hollow smile.

“Experiments using dragons, speculations based on information from various parts of the world and the magic world, and all verifications have disappeared with unclear or different results.”

“The symptoms are.”

“It is exactly as you heard. “These are all kinds of diseases and misfortunes that arise from contact with madness and death.”

For a moment, Nerilmaeus came to mind, but I knew Llewelyn wasn’t that kind of maniac.

Maybe it’s just that I was influenced.

There are definitely other causes. Llewelyn thought, and she focused on divinity to use her intuition.

“… Uh.”

She was started by something that extended to her senses.

It was an unfamiliar sight. Countless shadows coming from all directions in a straight line toward the direction of the pantheon.

The shapes were diverse, but they were too unfamiliar to be considered animals or plants. It was a form that could not be found in animals or plants.

However, it was a form that brought about a strange sense of déjà vu for Llewellyn, and Llewellyn’s not-so-good memory slowly traced her past and brought back one memory of hers.

When I fought with life and death.

A place reached across the demonic landscape following life and death.

There were countless monsters and all kinds of twisted animals and plants along the way.

I didn’t even know the cause at the time, but now I know. They were animals and plants that were polluted by the presence of an infinitely powerful transcendent being.

They are polluted, digging into me and spreading the pollution according to the will of the transcendent person who rules. Like.

‘… Like?’

Llewelyn stiffens at the sudden thought.

“Llewelyn? Why are you doing that? Even if something happens…”

I come to my senses from the warmth I feel in the hand I hold. Llewelyn was slightly confident.

Perhaps, the source of the plague is a curse that is not a curse given to dragons and dragons.

“Magyeong.”

“What?”

Leaving her puzzled prophet, Llewelyn turned to meet her sister’s eyes.

“Sister.”

“Uh, huh?”

“Gather people together. “Tell them to prepare for battle and form the formation they practiced.”

A sudden request. But instead of asking back, Lucilla nodded her head with a stern expression and took a leap.

Llewelyn walked first, as Lucilla kicked the wall with a series of leaps and bounced along the open roof before disappearing.

It was a step she had no choice but to follow, even though she was puzzled. The prophet follows, and the necromancers follow even though they are confused.

At the front of the line, the Dragon King asked curiously.

“Why on earth are you doing this? “Suddenly it’s a devil?”

From where to how far should I explain? Llewelyn pursed her lips as she chose her words.

“The enemy is coming from the devil.”

In the end, what had to be said was decided.

“Help me stop it. Then…”

Llewellyn’s gray eyes turned to the Dragon King, and she spoke while making eye contact with the Dragon King.

“I will answer your questions and find a solution.”

It’s a statement filled with such strong conviction that it’s hard to dismiss it by saying it couldn’t happen.

An oath declared by God. It already functions as a law that cannot be broken. The Dragon King instinctively felt this and swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

When countless dragons, including the Prophet and the Dragon King, left their nest and went outside.

Llewelyn read the approaching sign.

Among them, there was one familiar being.

Her people called her this.

[Mourning Dragon, Nerilmaeus]

Llewelyn etched the name of the woman she had not seen in a long time into her eyes.

[Level: ■?□%]

Below that, the numbers are broken and unfamiliar.