I Became the Wrong Race

268 – Dragon (5)

What is the purpose of the Blood Knight’s existence?

The Blood Knights claim to be their father’s well-forged sword and judges who punish their enemies on behalf of their father’s will.

They had to be strong. It was believed that one must have the strength to face and punish anything in the world that is hostile.

But strength was not given for freedom. No matter how strong they are, the seeds themselves are different.

If you don’t train, you won’t become strong. That was the reason why blood knights and non-blood knights were divided even within the blood clan.

Unless there are very few exceptions, blood wizards or ordinary blood relatives cannot become as strong as blood knights.

Therefore, the Blood Knight is the force that represents the three clans. The Blood Knights swung their weapons as if to prove their words.

What is that scene?

The Heresy Questioners who were preparing to respond at any time right behind them were quite embarrassed.

Ka-ga-gak, kaang!

The knights advance. The enemies that approach each person are different, and even their interactions are different.

They responded with completely unified movements, without any communication, as if they were one.

The moment the dead man’s claws touched the blood-stained surface of the armor, he twisted his shoulder to shake off the attack and immediately swung his sword.

The dead man with his upper and lower body divided seemed to be twisting his body and trying to continue the attack, but the blood knight, as if nothing had happened, pierced the falling body with his sword and burst out with blood. ﹥

A dead body falling into pieces and scattering with a dull sound of impact. The pupils were shaking dizzyingly as the flying eyeballs seemed to be still able to move, but the corpse had completely lost its mobility and there was no way to fight anymore.

The response of other blood knights was similar.

He swings a long ax, commonly called a birdie shoe, to split it into left and right sides, and plunges his fist into the hardened armor, causing blood to burst out, leaving no corpse behind.

Swinging a long sword, he cuts off the head, crushes the unbalanced body by trampling it, and crushes it to the ground.

As the knights took a step forward, the number of corpses that were alive but could no longer move increased.

Truly overwhelming dance. It was the majesty of a punisher representing blood relatives and three clans.

“… Ready to apply!”

The Heretic Questioners, who had been intoxicated by the power of the Blood Knights, came to their senses belatedly. I couldn’t let them do everything like this.

Even if that wasn’t the case, there were corpses slowly trying to break through the blood knights’ formation and seep inside.

That uh oh oh oh oh oh!

The Heresy Questioners each raised and aimed a different weapon.

A large body that pounces as if trying to pierce the formation. Dozens of people flock to it.

It was the corpse of an unfamiliar beast that cannot be found in this area, such as an elephant or a hippopotamus. A monster that can easily crush beings with power exceeding its mass with its overwhelming mass.

Fortunately, the Heretic Questioners specialized in dealing with such enemies. Their weapons were aimed in different ways and techniques.

“React! “Everyone fire!”

Following the sharply shouted words, corpses are laid out, cutting through the murky air, and all kinds of projectiles fly in.

From catapults, crossbows, and arrows to javelins, throwing axes, and even darts.

There were various projectiles, but the target was the same. An incredibly precise shot is aimed at the leg of a large creature that raises its front foot high.

Pump!

The bullet lead that flew at the end crushed my leg. A rifle bullet fired with a sound like thunder.

It was a strange weapon that took even a skilled person more than a minute to load a single shot.

As it was loaded only by hitting each rifling piece with a hammer, its precision and power exceeded that of a typical matchlock gun.

So the effect was certain. The elephant’s body leans due to the broken leg, and its balance is lost due to the front foot being raised high.

The Blood Knights responded immediately. The shooting team is drunk again. The swords placed on top of the ax are pointed one after another.

“Shooting.”

In conjunction with the soft command, countless bullets are created. A shower is falling, and a noise is made that can only be heard when you are in the middle of the shower. The countless drops of blood that were shot naturally turned the corpse into pieces and the dead into manure with a will, scattering them on the ground.

The sound of flesh falling and the peculiar stench of a rotting corpse.

A gas mixed with germs.

It was bound to be harmful to the body, but the Blood Knights didn’t mind even that.

All you had to do was block their sense of smell, and they didn’t need to breathe.

All you need is pure blood. They took another step forward.

Those steps suddenly stopped.

“Maintain formation.”

A command that comes out again in the form of a chant. However, the Blood Knights stopped as if they had heard the roar spreading from the battlefield, and held their weapons close to their bodies against the fog that decorated the battlefield.

The fog was visible even to Llewellyn’s eyes as he stood on the high ground.

“Sejin.”

“Not yet.”

Nui asks if it is time for her to step forward. Llewellyn quietly shook her head at those words and saw something appearing through her fog.

The sound of trees breaking is dizzying. There was a sign of something very large approaching.

‘Is it a dragon? ‘No, no.’

Fog and giant bodies. The fact that they come on foot rather than flying in the sky.

Llewelyn’s memory quickly ran through a list of countless monsters, and Llewellyn laughed at the end.

“You brought it back to life?”

Expansion pack, DLC.

Just like the New World DLC, which is the reason why Llewelyn arrived in this world, Grimdarker has released expansion packs and DLC that add new areas, monsters, and quests to each series.

Among them, there were some that allowed you to meet monsters that had only appeared in settings.

Lucilla’s eyes widened. It was because of the super-giant monster that broke through the shadows of the forest and came out.

To call.

“Tarasque… ?!”

The monster with one limb missing and approaching in a hesitant posture was the monster that Lucilla had already defeated.

Llewelyn is a being that was only seen as a game. The figure, which resembled a very large crocodile with a short snout and numerous horns, was completely rotted due to repeated decay.

A monster bigger than most houses. The overwhelming power of the charge itself can destroy a castle.

Something that no one was willing to explain in the story, saying they didn’t know why that being came back to life in modern times.

But Llewelyn knew now. Even its resurrection, death, and requisition after death are all the fault of the transcendent.

The existence of that monster itself was not something that was tolerated in this world. It is impossible to provide the calories to maintain such a large body and the bone density to support such a large body. According to common sense, it was like that.

It is a monster that twists logic in itself. It let out a terrible roar with its completely torn vocal cords.

The fog wasn’t fog. This is the gas released as the corpse decomposes. It is flammable and has an overwhelming acidity that makes even the Blood Knights frown and step back.

I could tell that it was not an ordinary putrid gas in itself. Because it was a gas that melted skin, ground and trees.

The Blood Knights hesitantly retreat and the Heretic Questioners frown and prepare their spells.

They cannot respond. Llewelyn closed her eyes for a moment and then used anti-magic power.

The magical energy that swelled around her body was pushed out, and the magical energy that repeatedly expanded and contracted according to a specific signal created something that could be called wind.

It’s something you can’t easily feel if you’re not the same Black Knight. However, it is a means of communication that only Black Knights can feel, and is something that Black Knights can definitely feel.

The cradle floating in the sky responded.

Gooooo!

The sound of magical energy in the air being distorted by the powerful anti-magic force can be heard. The pushed out magical power mixed together to create wind, and the magicians who lacked the skills to overcome the storm of magical energy stumbled and looked up at the sky.

The Black Tower, famous throughout the continent as the tower that kills wizards, is moving.

The Black Tower had the function of carrying the Black Knights and turning them into a battlefield and home ground for the Black Knights wherever they were.

The most notable feature was different.

“Slap it down.”

The cradle soars at the words Llewelyn Murmurs. The cradle, which moved as if it was pushing the world itself with its powerful anti-magic power, stopped high in the air like a giant wedge.

What is right below.

―――!

A monster that raised its head high and screamed. Tarasque.

That is when it raises its head stiffly, opens its mouth, and condenses something.

The whooshing sound of the wind escaping rang in everyone’s ears.

The sound created by the air being pushed out due to too much pressure, the sudden tingling sensation follows your ears and reaches your eardrums, and you swallow your saliva without realizing it.

Tarrasque’s massive body was crushed.

Trees that have already fallen and are lying on the ground are scattered, and the blowing storm sweeps all around as if it were boiling.

It’s so powerful that it can crush Tarrasque’s massive body with a single blow, leaving no trace. A special move that cannot be used multiple times due to the enormous strain placed on the cradle.

But the effect was clear. The approaching dead scattered and flew away, and what Tarrasque left behind was a handful of debris that could not even be considered blood.

The storm cleared, and Llewelyn saw the retreating cradle through the thick dust.

I can’t use the cradle’s falling ability now that I’ve used it. At least it takes time.

And Llewelyn thought that if she were the enemy of her, she would take advantage of this time.

It was as expected.

“… “Are you here?”

In the space where the sound returned, something huge was approaching following the words Llewellyn had recited.

A shadow approaches in a straight line towards the path where the cradle is retreating. Llewelyn slowly raised her head, thinking to herself that she felt as if the shadows of the forest themselves were moving.

“Nerilmaeus.”

She saw a dragon of a strange type that she could not have imagined being the same as before.

A dragon that shakes off a huge film to cast a shadow on the ground, revealing scales and flesh shining in all kinds of colors as if it were made from a twisted and rotten corpse.

The sight of it crossing the sky in a size incomparable to when it was defeated in the past.

Even though it is approaching from the horizon, it does not feel like it is getting closer. It’s that huge. Just looking at the weight class, it is a size reminiscent of the giant golem that he moved when he fought the God of Vengeance.

Every time it flapped its wings, the forest was covered in gases and putrid fluids similar to those dispersed by the Tarrasque. The forest is painted black.

And the ones slowly walking out of the dark forest.

“This… “Magyeong?”

Just as Lucilla muttered, they were twisted monsters that could only be seen in the magic world.

A servant of the Transcendent who corrupts the world. A monster that originates from the demonic world, a word of the corrupt world, and is so twisted that even death is a disgrace.

The army crawled out from under the shadow cast by Nerilmaeus’ remains. With their backs turned to the sunlight, monsters approached who had overcome life and death in a more twisted way than the three clans.

“… Dragon King.”

The Dragon King clenched his fist while silently looking at that. She slowly turned her head at Llewelyn’s call and made eye contact with her.

“Don’t you need someone to vent your anger on?”

She looked straight into Llewelyn’s eyes with an expressionless face. As if he was trying to find out if he was serious or what he was thinking.

“I see a dragon that no one will say anything about even if I kill it.”

Llewelyn points at the flying Nerilmaeus with his chin, and the Dragon King glances at the dragon.

As a light of approval appeared on her face, Llewelyn smiled.

“How are you?”

Instead of answering, she strongly tapped her thick tail on the ground.

Eventually, the two dragon slayers moved at the same time.

To make the dragon fall.