I Became the Wrong Race

267 – Dragon (4)

The sound of weapons being drawn all at once rings out. It may be noisy, but because they were pulled at almost the same time, what was heard was not noise, but like a pleasing harmony to the ears.

The sound of an orderly army follows orders. Looks like that. While Llewelyn enjoys visual and auditory pleasure, she carries a burden of stars on her shoulders.

She was a blade that cut through space, but Llewelyn was not cut by this sword. Probably because she has completely assimilated with Llewelyn.

With her sword resting on her shoulder her her her her, Llewelyn took a step forward and surveyed her forces her her her.

There were two types of people here, which could be called the front line.

Blood Knight and Inquisitor. Among them, the one with a particularly good record and a large number of possessions.

Llewelyn stepped in front of them, looking at their faces.

Among the dogs, the ones that caught the eye the most were the blood knights.

‘They look the same.’

Even though their faces and body shapes were different, the armor they wore looked exactly the same.

This is the armor that Lorian once wore, and it was stolen by Llewellyn and used for a while before being damaged.

‘If I had known that I would be an ally with my mother, I wouldn’t have destroyed it.’

It is inevitable that you will feel regret. Llewelyn saw their armor and the blood that took the same shape as the armor.

Their armor could be said to be a type of reinforced suit like something out of a hero movie.

A type of armor that is propelled by blood and strengthened by manipulating it.

It was a kind of advantage that Llewellyn did not enjoy, but she had already experienced something similar.

Lorian’s original implementation was exactly like that.

Where is that? Llewelyn has already heard the explanation.

A blood knight is not simply a combatant of the blood clan.

Those who have honed their radish in order to be able to use the source and become the armor and strength of their father who will come someday.

Since being able to use unique skills was a prerequisite, they were all level 20 strong according to Llewelyn’s knowledge.

Those level 20 blood knights were filling the front lines. Considering that there was still room for blood knights in their base, it was an incredible feat.

Despite such tremendous power, they did not relax. Rather, he quietly drew his sword and held it.

Llewellyn looked silently at the Blood Knights who loyally followed his orders.

All of them were of the same level as Lorian. It feels like I have hundreds of Lorians with me. Llewellyn opened her mouth as she reflected on that fact.

“The operation does not change within the existing structure. “I will leave it up to you.”

Llewellyn’s tactical and strategic plan was not that outstanding, and there were already many plans created by experts, so there was nothing for Llewelyn to touch.

“The enemy is coming. Today, in this place, you will have to become knights, not blood knights.”

A silence without a single answer. The sound of pebbles being kicked up by the blowing wind hitting armor rang out, and Llewelyn looked at the Blood Knights, all holding long swords in the same posture.

“I will do as you command.”

The blood knight at the front among the dogs spoke. A voice that is neutral but has a dependable feel. Llewelyn trusted him. Even though I don’t know his face or name

Because that’s what a blood knight is. Llewelyn gave the Inquisitors a look.

“I have no special orders for you. Just do what you do.”

Gazes directed silently. A variety of military figures contrasting with the blood knights, each carrying different weapons.

However, as befits those who have been fighting for people for a long time, they responded by silently nodding their heads, adjusting their weapons, or checking their condition.

I felt like I was ready to fight at any time. Since the typical and unexpected were evenly distributed, Llewellyn retreated with peace of mind.

“What are your plans?”

“You can join the Black Knights, but observe the battlefield while maintaining a distance that allows you to intervene at any time. A wooden fence on that hill over there would be appropriate.”

Lorian asked, and Llewelyn answered.

“After all, it is the best power in the pantheon, so we cannot use it in vain. They say physical strength is infinite, but time is finite.”

“If there is a dragon among the enemies, it would be right to do so.”

Lorian is called a dragon, not a necromancer.

As the saying goes, it has become something vague to say that it is a necromancer anymore.

There was also the fact that it was resurrected through unknown means, so I didn’t think it could be easily defeated.

So, keep a distance so you can respond at any time. Lu Welyn explained, and Lorian spoke while placing her hand on the hilt of her true sword.

“Then the origin is…”

Lorian looked like he was hesitating. Her pupils fluttered for a moment and then she sighed.

“I will try to save it. “It’ll be okay, right?”

“Okay. Otherwise, I can use you as Pabal and have any blood knight use the source materialization.”

The origin of the Blood Knights exists only for the ‘Father’. Llewelyn knew that.

So, in theory, there was no difference if anyone else than Lorian used it.

She actually said that even courtiers could use unique skills, so she thought that would be the most powerful.

It was a number that should be chosen only in case the situation is not good.

Llewelyn didn’t notice Lorian’s reluctant reaction to her, so she didn’t think about the possibility that something was brewing in her womb.

Instead, I focused on my sister’s words

“Sejin, me?”

“Sister, keep pace with me. It feels like a missile that can be launched at any time.”

“The missile shouldn’t come back, but is it okay if my sister doesn’t come back?”

“No way. However, if the war situation is not good, I would like you to write the death of a star in a designated location.”

“Good. “I will do as Sejin wants.”

Lucilla smiles and lightly serves the horse. Llewelyn last saw the giant standing behind him.

You can guess that she is a female by the curves of her body, but that’s it.

She, who looked like a bipedal lizard, faced Llewelyn with her eyes that revealed her complex state of mind.

“I don’t plan on accepting four people.”

“I don’t plan on giving orders either, so it’s okay.”

The Dragon King wiggles his eyebrows. Is it because there wasn’t even an attempt to persuade?

But Llewellyn actually thought so.

“I am not a person who is good at strategy and tactics. There are people who are good at that, and I don’t want to ruin what they worked so hard to plan.”

Because they are more capable than me. The words he said sounded lightly like he had too little self-esteem for the final scene to say, but in reality, it was the opposite.

It was something I could say because I didn’t hate myself that much and I knew well whether I was capable or not.

With high self-esteem, Llewelyn recognized that there were areas she was not good at, and she was grateful that others could complement them.

“Even if that’s not the case, I have no intention of ordering it.”

“What?”

“Dragon King, you are a person who can only be helpful if you move entirely according to your own will.”

The Dragon King paused, and Llewelyn’s gray eyes scattered a soft light.

Dropping the dragon and killing the dragon.

The two skills that Llewelyn learned were stolen in a way that may have had a great influence on Llewelyn’s miracle.

So Llewelyn vaguely knew the life of the Dragon King and the emotions that emerged from his trajectory.

“I’m planning on killing the dragon anyway.”

The Dragon King did not answer. However, just because he did not come up with an answer did not mean he was unconditionally denying it.

Llewellyn smiled with gratitude that she did not express in her words his his hers.

“That’s what I’m asking you to do.”

The Dragon King listened to those words and slowly clenched his fist.

A huge figure was approaching from afar.

The figure slowly approaching was not alone. It was with a procession that was so numerous that it felt infinite.

And soon, Llewelyn began to see it.

Countless corpses rushing through the shadows of the forest.

There were many different types of corpses.

There were human corpses, and there were also animal corpses. Most of them didn’t care about the level of corruption or damage.

The one that only had its head kept rolling and running endlessly with a propulsion that I don’t know how it got, while the one that lost its lower body could barely run and walk with the front paws or hands attached to its upper body.

The thing that split into left and right was strangely approaching with a movement reminiscent of an earthworm or a snake.

Insects were flocking in groups, and small animals like rats were narrowing the distance, showing off their hideous appearance with tangled tails, literally like a plague.

I had the illusion that death was coming. There was such a huge presence that it would have made even the most courageous warrior hesitate for a moment.

Even though it was not yet visible, everyone at the forefront of the pantheon noticed that something was approaching.

Also, the things that are crawling out from under the shadows and running towards you right now are just tremors.

But even that drop contains the power to easily kill a person. The Inquisitors stiffened their bodies with subtle tension, but desperately relaxed their shoulders, each holding a variety of weapons ranging from crossbows, bows, and slingshots to primitive matchlocks.

It’s coming.

A big fight is coming.

It was around this time that the Inquisitors lowered their faceplates, adjusted their shields and weapons, and saw the dead running in a straight line out of the shadows of the forest.

Chuck, Chuck, Chuck!

The blood knights, clad in blood-red armor, took three steps at the exact same time in synchronization.

On the front lines, especially the front lines. A protruding point that can be said to be a vanguard.

They set up sharp spears and used themselves as the point of the spear, as if impaling an animal.

Like shadows, they move at the same time and grab their weapons. The blood knights at the forefront were all holding long weapons that resembled axes or halberds.

The blood condensed on the other hand, and the condensed blood created an even thicker blood barrier over the already hard armor.

Their armor was like that originally. Just like a skilled knight twists his body, throws a strike, and strikes away a weapon with his armor.

They put on their own armor and moved the blood that filled their interior to actively drain, destroy, and nullify enemy attacks.

They hold their right hand, which has become solid and crystallized, in front of them and make it into a shield. The pole ax held in the left hand is raised by sticking the end of the handle into the ground.

A defensive yet protruding posture appropriate for alertness. Behind them, the second row of blood knights moved in unison.

With a sharp move, he draws the long sword from his waist and places it over the axes planted by the leading blood knights.

The blades spanning the flat part between the curved blades were all ordinary one-handed swords, but the people holding them were unique.

They aimed their swords at the approaching monsters.

The blood-red eyes sank without any emotion, and the pure white hair flowed inside the armor filled with blood.

They had no hesitation, no caution, no worry or even fear. There are only orders and obligations to fulfill.

“Shooting.”

I hear a soft voice.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!

An incredible sound like a swarm of bees rings in the ears.

A familiar phenomenon occurred in the eyes of Llewellyn, who was looking at a good observation spot in the back of his head.

Drops of blood shot along with the sword strike pierce the enemy. The rush felt like a barrage.

The bodies that were approaching the blood knights exploded in a crowded formation. Pierced, broken, crushed and collapsed.

A volley of fire that makes even movement impossible, regardless of whether there is regenerative power or whether death exists.

Llewellyn said it reminded her of a blood mage she had seen in her past.

Edilum, the blood wizard who was killed by the red beast Hertol.

It was the basic blood magic he used, blood bullets.

The basics of basics that can be used by all blood relatives. However, when those basic skills bloomed brilliantly, the enemy’s ranks collapsed.

Even that wasn’t everything.

The Blood Knights pulled out their weapons from the ground and grabbed them, along with the blood bullets that poured out all at once.

“All hands, swords.”

With voices ringing softly, the blood knights and the dead became entangled.