I Became the Wrong Race

270 – Dragon (7)

A thing with its wings cut off cannot fly. Normally, what is needed for flight are wings, not excessive power.

No matter how strong you are and how high you jump, you will fall one day. Everything is destined to fall, and there are no big or small things.

Llewelyn was like that too. He cut off the dragon’s wings with a powerful ‘old tree crusher’.

And I knew it the moment I cut it. The most disturbing energy and transcendental power filled under that skin.

The star cluster collapses. Although regeneration is said to be infinite, it takes time. Llewelyn’s eyes tremble slightly, and through the slits of the helmet, they turn towards the falling dragon.

Llewellyn catches herself as she flies. As he barely managed to control his body from the force of his own acceleration of her, he recalled his first fall of her, which he already felt like a distant past.

It’s different from the time when she couldn’t move her limbs no matter how much she tried and had to wait for the ground to get closer. Llewelyn anchored the anti-magic force she created in the air and struck it with her arms or legs to control her body.

Slowly apply the brakes to the body that was starting to rotate. She rotates with anti-magic attribute kicks with her heels, counteracts the acceleration with rotational force, and rotates in the opposite direction with kicks with both arms.

At the end, acceleration is noticeably reduced. When the surroundings, which looked like a dizzying watercolor painting, regained their original shape, Llewelyn completely put on the brakes and stopped in midair.

If it were the ground, there would have been a loud tremor and the overturned crust would have spewed out dust, but all that existed was empty air and anti-magic power.

Llewelyn took a deep breath and watched the dragon fall.

A dragon falling while making an ugly roar. The dragon lost both wings and fell, sending everything around it flying the moment it crashed into the forest.

An explosive cloud of dust rises, reminiscent of a carpet bombing. Llewelyn lowered his posture slightly, his face obscured by the cloud of dust reaching up to where he was standing.

Tuhwaa!

A pressure that blows away everything around me sweeps over my body. Llewelyn lowered her posture and held on.

Trees fly away, and the entangled dead break into six pieces and scatter into the sky. Considering the size, it’s unnatural.

‘The impact of the explosion is smaller than expected.’

This means that the dragon did not completely fall. Llewellyn shook off her hair and ran through the air.

No, there is an absurdity in saying that it ran. In fact, I jumped.

As if going down the stairs quickly, skipping several steps at a time, Llewellyn jumped on the anti-magic scaffolding she had created and went down quickly in a way that was closer to a fall than even a landing.

She didn’t even have an explosive leap to use. Unable to resist the push of gravity on her body, Llewelyn slowly got closer to the ground.

On that ground, she could see the army rushing towards the crater that had formed.

The Blood Knight, the Heretic Questioner, and the Black Knight who escaped after the collision in the cradle and are ready for battle.

They were the elites of the pantheon. As Llewelyn looked at them, she opened her mouth without realizing it.

“Stop!”

The moment the Blood Knight tilts his head and looks up at his king.

The Blood Knight felt a strange sensation tickling the edge of his senses, so he reflexively turned his body and pushed those following him away with his forearms.

They talk in panic, their armor clashes, or they get tangled up and fall.

To what would happen next, it was probably good. The Blood Knight saw the black light extending before his eyes and moved reflexively.

Condensed blood. The blood magic flowing throughout my body expanded explosively.

Oh my gosh!

A resounding roar. What catches the eye of those who are tangled up and fall.

Something invisible was roughly pounding and breaking the spreading curtain of blood.

The Blood Knights, who were not easily embarrassed, were embarrassed. The Black Knights frowned when they felt something thick, not magical power.

Something other than magic was swirling through the world made of magic. Like a dying insect, it is convulsing and breaking the blood curtain, but its shape is invisible to the eye.

Invisible death is something you see. That wasn’t all.

They saw a huge shadow casting beyond the curtain of blood.

A crazed dragon that attacks without hesitation even though the aftermath of the fall was clearly felt. It has arrived. An old tree that gets caught falls down like a crop pushed by an animal.

A roar, a storm, and death lurking at the end.

The Blood Knight, who had already spread the veil of blood, had long since been torn to pieces by the formless, constricting death that was throbbing from his entire maw.

“Mountain—”

The blood knight standing behind them tried to shout to spread out quickly, but it was too late.

The attack was already imminent. A huge maw that tears open the blood curtain.

Its size makes an adult tarrasque look like a baby. Feeling the illusion that a black tsunami was rising and covering the entire front line, several blood knights stepped forward.

The entire military cannot suffer losses like this. Since the king needed troops, he thought it was time to make sacrifices.

And the dragon’s attack that seemed to be aimed at it, the blood knights’ sacrifice to block that attack, much faster than Llewellyn’s response as he rushed to reach it.

Something hit the dragon’s head with a loud, resounding sound.

Thump, a light crashing sound. The dragon’s head did not tilt or break, but the toes stuck through the thick flesh.

Such toes are bent, followed by his heels in a welcoming fashion. Towards the top of the dragon’s head.

Boom, the shock wave spreads round in the form of concentric circles.

Kwaa aa aa!

The dragon’s maw closes, the dragon’s head, which had risen high, falls to the ground, and the blood knights who came forward to sacrifice themselves are thrown away by the shock wave.

A faint presence felt beyond the closed maw. The foot that touches the top of the head is pulled out, and a dragon leaps from above, hitting the top of the head with its tail.

It was a clear ‘posture’ to take.

A martial art that appears to have been created not by an individual to deal with an individual, but to deal with something bigger and more powerful.

His clenched fists take the form of claws, and his legs step on the magic power hanging in the air.

The tail gathers and condenses the magical energy that stretches behind it.

In the world, the martial art was called this.

“Dropping the dragon… !”

The dragon raised its maw high towards the Dragon King. Invisible death lurks again.

But it doesn’t reach. The Dragon King ran faster than his mouth he could move towards me, overcoming the magic power that appeared in an slanted form in the air.

A leap toward the ground at an angle. Acceleration due to gravity. At the end, the swinging leg passes through the mouth at a narrow distance and kicks the dragon’s chin.

It was a kick that was followed by a shock that made the bodies of the blood knights standing nearby vibrate. Naturally, the dragon’s head breaks, and pieces of flesh and the dead are scattered.

The dragon didn’t care and attacked repeatedly. A front paw that twists its body and swings. An attack that is bound to hit as long as it is in the air. However, it did not reach the Dragon King.

She is the Dragon King. He was a master who trained his entire martial arts solely to deal with dragons.

The bigger the enemy and the closer it is to a dragon, the more explosively her odds of winning increase. She built her skills to stand up to something bigger than herself.

So it can’t be reached. The Dragon King’s eyes drew a long golden line in the air, and his body accelerated by exploding the magic power that had concentrated behind its tail his.

A quick rotation in the air.

The Dragon King spun around in place and swung his front paw towards him as if showing off.

Cooooo!

Front feet slamming into the ground and tail swinging wide. A perfect combination of attack and defense.

The dragon’s skull was split along the trajectory of the tail swing, and a trace that the Dragon King did not draw was drawn along the front paw that was raised again.

“A miracle appears.”

Sssss!

The ground vomits out its insides. There follows a pressure that makes even the dust clouds sway. Divinity added to seething anti-magic power. A mighty godhead who made the world tremble to the beat of his heart his was shining with gray-white eyes inside his helmet his.

“Heart of the Star.”

The thought of taking the world back even if it means destroying it wraps around Llewelyn’s whole body. The technology that surrounds her body with the flames of her core and turns it into a weapon in itself boils within her.

As the dust it touches burns away and a shimmering haze surrounds her body, the giant dragon’s front paw is cut off and falls on the floor.

“King… !”

Another dragon slayer who does not respond to calls, but lands with his knees bent and makes eye contact with the Dragon King.

The moment gray-white eyes and golden eyes met, the two dragon slayers moved in different directions.

Sigh, wow!

Llewelyn, leaping with her fully bent knees, lifted and kicked the dragon’s mouth with her black armor with her outstretched legs, and the dragon king, who had risen high, stepped into the air and swung down to strike the mouth back with a downward kick .

Flesh and bone fragments scattered in all directions landed on the ground, and the surviving Blood Knights thought they had won.

But the truth is, that wasn’t the case.

Even though the mouth, which splits at the top and bottom, is divided into two pieces and falls to the ground, the large body collapses.

Llewelyn and the Dragon King’s faces distort. The two dragon slayers, rising and falling as if crossing each other, clicked their tongues, showed their teeth, and growled as soon as they landed on the ground and the anti-magic platform, respectively.

“Everyone, retreat!”

As Llewelyn cried out sharply and retreated, she turned and ran without any doubt.

Across the forest, among the scattered flesh, the dead, and broken pieces of wood, I retreat toward the pantheon.

Eventually they found out why.

The shadow swells. The sound and smell I feel behind my back is swelling.

The caught tree flies up, and the dead person who tried to follow and attack is completely crushed and crushed without even being able to scream.

The moment a running Inquisitor rolled his eyes, unable to overcome his curiosity, he saw.

“Holy shit… !”

Flesh and bone fragments multiplying explosively in the place where the dragon was, as if filling the entire forest, and a seething agglomeration of life and death waving its tentacles with will.

As the Pantheon’s army retreated, the eyes of the courtier standing in the distance trembled narrowly.

The deep presence of a phenomenon that could be called the explosion of life was very familiar.

Obsessed with life and death, trying to somehow separate one from the other.

It was a reminder of a man who despaired of not being able to achieve his goal and gave up and tried to achieve his goal in a different way.

The palace bag said that name without realizing it.

“Father… ?”

In the distance, the corpse of a dragon that had been smashed in the middle of the forest pulsed.