I Became the Wrong Race

266 – Dragon (3)

Nerilmaeus. Llewelyn definitely killed the dragon that day.

It’s not just about killing them. It was killed by a force that was called mortal at the time.

Ironically, although it had to adopt a name closely related to the destruction of dragons, it was actually divine.

He denied immortality through divinity and gave true death to necromancers. Even though he is said to be immortal and death does not exist, he had no choice but to die.

[Mourning Dragon, Nerilmaeus]

But now the status window was showing that it was alive. Although it cannot happen.

It was unclear whether it was truly impossible. Because the outside of this world is full of beings who don’t understand common sense.

In fact, in terms of difficulty, it seemed much more difficult to hold on to the sky and take a picture, turning the coming day back into night.

Even if reviving a life also goes against reason.

It’s not impossible. Enemies are real monsters who can easily accomplish the impossible. Enemies that you have no chance of winning in a head-on fight, so the only option is to chase them away.

They knew.

“… “Nerylmaeus, did you say?”

A prophet is rarely surprised. Llewelyn nodded and drew the being with the sensation she still felt.

There are enemies around there too. But the most powerful figure is Nerilmaeus.

A dragon that died twice, a dragon that mourns.

Llewelyn nodded, recalling the shock she received when she first met her.

“Nerilmaeus says you…” ” .”

“I killed it. “Obviously.”

“Are you saying you didn’t finish it properly?”

“No, not that either. Surely… With divinity, I denied him immortality and returned him to mortality.”

He was sure to kill him by giving him the death he had been avoiding. So you can’t survive.

It was the power of the transcendent that made even the impossible possible.

So Llewelyn explained it simply.

“Aren’t they the ones who turn the rules upside down and destroy the sky? “I get tired if I stumble and fall every time.”

“… That makes sense.”

The prophet accepted Llewelyn’s words.

“Is she coming alone?”

“No.”

“As expected.”

As Llewelyn rolled her eyes, the Prophet spoke with a stern expression.

“Nerilmaeus is also a compatriot. If I deal with her… “It will bring with it all the deaths in its path her her her her.”

That’s definitely more reasonable. I don’t know how rational a transcendental person can be, but Llewelyn tended to use whatever came into her hands.

If it were her, she would have used the legion of corpses as well as the means she could to get rid of them. Llewelyn walked hurriedly and left the fortress of the three clans.

“Sejin. “What should my sister do?”

“It would be best for my sister to decide arbitrarily. No matter what I come up with, I will never be able to match my sister’s experience her.”

“Is that okay?”

“I trust my sister.”

“… “Oh.”

Yoon Se-ah clenched her fists, saying she had to repay her sister her’s her trust her her, and Llewelyn took her eyes off her sister and looked at the two people quietly following behind her.

A half penny was two dragons.

He was a dragon, but he was a dragon, so he was the greatest fighter on earth, and a monster who accumulated knowledge to become a dragon even though he knew he was not a dragon.

Dragon King and Ortemilia. The two were in similar situations. Because they both knew that, the Dragon King must have obediently responded to Ortemilia’s suggestion to talk.

Llewelyn was the first to make eye contact with Orthemilia, and she hesitated for a moment.

“I’m sorry there’s not much I can do.”

She said that in an unexpectedly confident voice.

A rare sight for her. Llewelyn widened her eyes for a moment and then shook her head.

“No, you’ve already been helpful enough. “Your research results, everything you created and planned, helped me get to this point.”

“… “Thank you, even if it’s just empty words.”

“What are empty words? “Thank you so much, Mom.”

“Hmph, another unexpected sound.”

Ortemilia subtly raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was pleased by her mother’s voice her, and Lucilla looked at Ortemilia with empty eyes for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses when she saw her sister’s gaze at her.

“… Hmm.”

The Prophet fell silent as if he was bothered by such a relationship, but he knew that this was not the time, so he kept quiet.

It’s not too late to do it after the fight is over. If you have any remaining worries, of course.

“Dragon King.”

“Yes.”

“There will be a fight from now on. “Maybe there’s a dragon.”

“Are you asking for help?”

The bright yellow dragon’s eyes turned to Llewelyn, and Llewelyn nodded her head.

“Help me. Then I will help you.”

“… “Can you do something that even that necromancer over there can’t do?”

“You can do it.”

The words of affirmation caught the eyes of the Dragon King, and the prophet, the leader of the necromancers, looked displeased at first glance.

That was true. Llewelyn had the means that the necromancer did not have.

Is that all she is? Llewelyn had no hesitation in accepting help from others.

People don’t live alone. I recalled something I once heard in a Chinese character class, saying that since we can’t live alone, we rely on each other.

She had to lean a little acrobatically, but Llewelyn walked, wondering where she would be if she even leaned like that.

I went down the stairs along the upper part of the connected nest, passed through the strangely deserted lower level section, and headed toward the pantheon. I didn’t see a single person on the way.

Although it is said to be a presence that only Llewelyn can sense, the presence is not the only means of detection for humans.

When Llewellin reached Manshinjeon, people were already preparing for her.

“Ah, Llewelyn! Are you here now?”

Lorian shouting out loud and the elf standing next to him.

“Dragon King!”

“Fairy.”

“Did anything happen? The thing next to it… No, no. What’s more important… Well, I just woke up and Esha Terna is here-“

“I know. They say your blood relatives are working here. “He asked me to fight someday, but I just turned him down.”

“Ah… “I’m sorry.”

He was a typical elf with a shy smile.

Her long hair and long ears like blades. Blonde hair with scarlet eyes that remind me of Esha Terna.

A handsome man with an androgynous appearance and impressive height.

The head of the elven monastery and the spiritual leader of the elves.

And he was a man who looked like Eshaterna’s father. Because elf society has a very complex and strange structure, it cannot be said that they are father and daughter.

“Nice to see you. “This is Llewelyn.”

Llewelyn walked up to him and greeted him, and he smiled and shook his hand.

It was a firm, good hand. A fist that feels like it has been accumulated through a long period of honest training.

I wonder if this is what it would feel like if we relieved Esha Terna of her her killing her intent her and built up her her training her to a level comparable to her her her sword prowess her her her. While Llewelyn was thinking, she looked at Lorian standing next to her.

“The enemy is coming.”

“Suna placement, distance?”

“All unknown. However, since the War School wizard and Melody directly explained that ‘something is coming,’ I think it is highly credible. What are you going to do?”

“Prepare to respond. Let’s go according to the plan we made in advance. “Let me know the detailed layout on the way.”

Lorian nodded and led Llewellyn in a red dress that seemed to have been newly tailored.

The feeling was very different from before because there was less exposure, but as an individual Llewelyn, that was my preference.

But you can’t touch your butt over those clothes in front of everyone. Llewelyn walked next to Lorian, feeling her sister’s gentle gaze.

“Blood Knights were deployed on the front lines in a cross-section with Inquisitors who were good at responding to ‘abnormal situations.’ Because we also have a wide range of flexible tactics that can respond to various situations.”

“Is this the palace bag’s opinion?”

“It is said that this is a strategy that the royal encyclopedia, Melody, and Walterok all agreed upon.”

“Then what about the Black Knight?”

“The Black Knight is on alert for possible aerial power and is raising the upper part of the Pantheon for reconnaissance. However, he is waiting to be deployed at his own discretion…”

“No, waiting is cancellation. “Tell me to focus entirely on air power.”

“I get it. “I will deliver it as soon as it reaches the battlefield.”

In reality, there wasn’t much Llewelyn could do. Because Llewelyn’s abilities he were not even square, let alone hexagonal.

But Llewellyn trusted the capable people around her. She believed that she could cope in any situation, as long as she was not alone.

In reality, it will be like that. Lorian knew that, so he looked behind Llewelyn.

“What about them?”

“My sister will be my escort. The Dragon King is planning to accompany me, and Ortemilia… I want to observe from a place not too far from the front. I think Ortemilia’s analytical thinking will be helpful.”

“Hmm, hmm. I get it. Then what about elves?”

“I do not know. Maybe it’s good?”

“If you have learned standard fighting techniques and honed them to the limit, it would be better to sit behind the blood knight formation with the shapeshifters.”

“Then do it like that.”

Lorian nodded her head, and Llewelyn looked to the front as it drew closer.

They were facing east of the pantheon.

The wooden stakes had been temporarily installed as if to prepare for an attack, and the sky was dark with the huge shadow of the cradle cast when you glance up.

Anxiety that comes from the fact that something is coming but its identity is unknown.

There was no such thing. Most of them were warriors who turned the tables, and even those who were not were capable of making up for their experience with talent.

It is too much manpower to be under Llewelyn.

‘So you have to work hard.’

Llewellyn decided and she approached them.

The Blood Knights raise their swords while wearing helmets, and the Heresy Questioners clink their weapons or slightly raise and lower their faceplates in greeting.

Llewellyn stepped forward, greeting each of them.

“Do you remember Nerilmaeus?”

“Neril… ? “No way?”

“That’s true. There is a high possibility that it will come in the air. “Please convey this to the magicians of the defense school, and tell the blood knights to prepare means of defense.”

Lorian was an outstanding blood knight, and a blood knight who had already made up his mind.

She was ready to give up her life for her master and companion. She cut off everything she was uncertain about and stood here with only her own confidence.

So, without even asking questions, she immediately gave the order to the blood knights.

With clear pronunciation and a tone that is more pleasant to listen to than before she became the first female Blood Knight in the distant past.

Lucilla looked at Lorian with her strange eyes, then came to Llewelyn’s side and crossed her arms.

Although there was a mass pressing down on her forearm, Llewellyn had already built up some of her fighting spirit, so she was able to bear it.

Instead, she smiled faintly and looked at her sister. She pursed her lips and grunted.

“Hey, it’s not fun.”

No, it was not his sister, but his lover his. So Llewelyn spoke as if she were talking to her lover.

“It looks like you want to get scolded again.”

“…”

Lucilla quietly blushed, and Orthemilia watched the two in silence behind her, then stretched out her hand and grabbed Llewelyn’s collar.

“Lete.”

“Don’t die.”

It was a bit surprising. With Llewellyn’s her power her her her, there is little chance of her dying her.

But it was also something she didn’t know. The enemy was a dragon resurrected in an unprecedented way, and a true necromancer who overcame death in a new way.

As Llewelyn felt the presence slowly approaching, she smiled briefly.

“Of course.”

Orthemilia stroked Llewelyn’s back for a moment and then withdrew, and Llewellyn took a deep breath as he felt the slight coolness of her lingering where Orthemilia had been stroking.

“Sejin.”

Her sister her ‘s her voice her her her, which seemed like she was about to tease her and show off her charm her, quieted down, and instead of answering her words her her, Llewelyn looked at the sky where her sister pointed with the tip of her spear.

Far away, the clouds were parting.

The outstretched, skinless wings separate the sky and the earth. The clouds are randomly torn by the blowing wind and scattered like corpses, and the smell of corpses mixed with the gentle breeze fills the nasal passages.

The smell of a plague that makes you feel like your stomach is boiling. Underneath the dragon’s huge wings, countless beasts were writhing and running in the shadows.

Even though their legs were broken, their backs were missing, and only their heads remained, they were rolling and running aimlessly and pouring towards the pantheon.

A variety of ways to defy death and proudly feed it. Llewellyn swallowed the thought that it was her father’s very twisted wishes and drew two lines in the air.

Pazzzzzz!

Soon the sword split the air. It was the sword blade that separated the falling night and day, and stood alone in between.

Llewelyn held her star cluster behind her.

“Ready for battle.”

The soft words were answered only by the sound of a weapon being drawn.