I Became the Wrong Race

272 – Mourner (1)

That presence could only be felt by Llewelyn who was present and the mourners who were not present.

The mourner is the life that remains after the magic power has been cut out. It is an alien being without magical power, the power that makes the whole world go round and maintains order.

It is different from the Black Knight, who possesses anti-magic power. As proof, Balterok, who was far away, didn’t even notice.

So to speak, the Black Knight is negative. A dent from cutting out magic power. If you run your hand over it, you can feel it vividly.

The presence is faint, but it cannot be erased, so if your senses are that good, you can feel it.

On the other hand, there is not even a faint trace of the mourner. It doesn’t get affected by detection magic, and no matter how good your senses are, you can’t feel it.

You won’t even notice it unless it comes right before the attack begins. So Llewelyn split her moment and kept her eyes wide open in the remaining moments.

A faint trace that even fellow mourners cannot perceive. However, a sense far beyond human beings delivers the news.

Something is coming. A similar but much more powerful force approach. In Llewelyn’s wide-open eyes, looking through the slits of her helmet, something was seen rushing through the flames.

Extremely fast. The flames were splitting as if they were ripples.

That’s what Llewelyn thought as she saw the being leaping through the flames.

How?

Even for Llewelyn, it is not easy to overcome this flame.

This was not just an ordinary flame, but an intense star flame that destroyed the power of the transcendent and melted it.

So even if she is Llewelyn, it would be difficult for her to survive if she was hit directly. If you don’t create divinity and a miracle to overcome the flames at that moment, you could die.

But how on earth is that?

The reason was simple. As Llewelyn saw the pieces of flesh falling apart at his feet, she felt that fact.

Perk available at mourner level 20.

Buried person.

Despite its simple name, it had an extremely powerful effect.

It was a fraudulent privilege that took away the life force of the being killed.

With it, I kill the dead who were once part of me and take away their life force. It’s as if the traveler’s life is there. Looking at the mourner melting and regenerating on the spot, Llewelyn raised her arms.

Two arms raised to respond. However, Llewelyn broke through her defenses and opened her eyes wide as she saw her hand sticking deep into her chest.

Kwa-gwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gawa!

In the aftermath of the leap, a shock wave spread, and those caught up were pushed away, while the strong in the area reacted simultaneously.

The scorching ball, which was coughing up blood, pulled out its sword and swung it, draped in star flame.

Lucilla flashes her magical eyes and stabs at the weak spot she has identified.

While the Dragon King standing nearby struck his tail from top to bottom.

Llewelyn couldn’t shout because her hands were tearing her lungs open.

Don’t do it, keep your distance.

Since no words came out, the result was clear.

Boom, go go go go go!

To put it simply, the attack of the three was a success.

It’s a direct hit. Lucilla’s spear her her her her her, containing her her her her her her magical power her her her, tore through her her vitals her her her, Jakyeolgong’s sword decapitated her with a fierce decapitation, and the The Dragon King’s tail crushed her head as it was about to fall.

Bang, bang, bang!

The three bounced and flew in different directions.

A face full of doubt, surprise, and embarrassment. Her her spinning her kick her her that nearly broke her waist her her her and her her fist her her her shot her with such momentum that it crushed the arm of her little enemy, slamming down on her dragon king’s defenses her and pushing her back greatly.

These were all attacks familiar to Llewelyn.

Mourner’s privilege, admission.

The effect is to attack immediately when mourning is activated.

The activated mourning was obtained through mourn repeated, and the relaxation of the original 6 second limit of repeated mourning was a perk obtained at mourner level 18.

[Continuous wailing]

[Restrictions on triggering repeated tributes are removed.]

Simple but powerful effect. A privilege that creates synergy with admission.

Llewellyn immediately raised her arms to block the spinning kick that was launched, crushing her head and sending it flying away.

The world spins with a crackling sound. All I could do was block it. Her arm is broken and torn off before it can regenerate. A new type that catches up with the flying Llewelyn spreads throughout the world.

‘It’s fast… !’

There is no time to block or respond. Llewelyn barely managed to block the repeated attacks aimed at her neck as she fell to the ground.

Nails on fists, elbows and toenails. Attacks that are barbaric and without any skill.

When Llewelyn was slammed to the ground at the end of it, Llewelyn was forced to cough up her blood from her mouth.

“… Ah ha.”

A cheerful burst of laughter tickles my ears. Llewelyn looked at the dragon above her, her body buried deep in the ground, her eyes trembling.

A dragon with a long, thick tail, white hair, white horns, and white scales.

A being who was once a necromancer. A monster that Llewelyn could not defeat without taking her divinity into her hands.

Mourning Dragon, Nerilmaeus.

Her mourner’s master finally responded to her.

*

Llewellyn’s instincts reminded her of her favorite build before being possessed.

The Mourner Homunculus was, so to speak, a build that chewed up everything with stronger stats than the boss.

That build was very capable, especially in one-on-many fights.

The perks were so important that not being defeated by most enemies with strong stats was in fact just a side benefit.

Among them, there were four, no, five particularly important perks.

First, mourning that will allow the mourner’s abilities to be amplified.

And with each attack allowed, a recurring tribute that will automatically trigger Critical Mourning and a constant wail that will lift the restrictions on those perks.

Lastly, there is the burial person who will give lasting power to the mourner.

The mourner with all that was a very powerful being.

It truly looked like a disaster that had descended on Royalty. It rushes into the center of the enemy and delivers a counterattack to all beings that attack it.

If someone dies from such a counterattack, their health is immediately restored, and as long as the attack continues, the mourner’s continuous mourning gives vitality and indestructibility to the mourner’s body.

Indeed, the mourners were a one-man army, and it was not strange to call them human tanks.

However, that is only a reference to mourners who have reached their limit and have reached the end of their growth.

It wasn’t Llewelyn. There were still a few steps left.

[Your level has increased.]

Even though I gained a level by catching the Prospect, all I get at level 17 is an increase in the number of mourning and a skill bonus.

There is no Ceaseless Wailing that you get at level 18, no feat that you get at level 19, and no Burial that you get at level 20.

Even at a simple glance, the difference is clear, but when you look at it in detail, it is even more severe.

Llewelyn realized for the first time that she was outclassed in her physical abilities.

“Ugh… !”

A fist was automatically thrown to block the fired kick. Nerilmaeus did not avoid it or prevent it.

Rather, I lightly allowed it with my body. The hand is blocked with a ringing sound.

An ordinary human would have been able to pass through her, but Llewelyn’s fist was bounced away by her resilience.

And a counterattack immediately follows. It is a counterattack due to the effect of admission.

Immigration followed by immigration. Nerilmaeus naturally responds to Llewelyn’s counterattack.

Llewellyn instinctively realized that if both sides reached max level, they would launch endless counterattacks at each other and then the fight would end.

The reason he couldn’t do that was because Llewelyn was not a mourner.

Oh my gosh!

“Ugh… !”

Her body was bent, coughing up blood. The armor splits and then reattaches due to the effect of the Holy Blood. Llewelyn stumbled onto her back, then extended her right arm towards Neril Mayus, who was coming towards her.

Kwaang!

Then, the armor covering his arms explodes and shoots out, covered in holy blood. The aftermath of the explosion was directed entirely outward, and as a result, the fragments fired hit Nerilmaeus like buckshot.

She swung her legs without a scratch.

The roar rings again. The world swirls and Llewellyn rolls on the floor with a loud sound. He fell to the floor, pouring out a handful of blood.

I was breathing hard. His body did not move easily.

It’s been a long time since I felt fatigue or injury. Lu Welin could barely swallow her moans as she realized that she was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Because her miracle she had been used a while ago, it was not easy to use it again. Especially if it is a big technology like implementing a miracle.

Other than that, I couldn’t see any way to turn it around. This was because Llewelyn had been subduing enemies with her outstanding physical abilities.

The only exception was the moment when he overpowered the transcendental person who was impersonating the god of the night. Even there was a huge gap for it to be a complete victory.

Even though it was at least within reach, Nerilmaeus could not be defeated.

Even though one of the outstanding skills and physical abilities is missing.

Llewelyn barely managed to stumble and turn over her fallen body.

‘No, like this… ‘ ‘I can’t give up.’

Just because you have no chance of winning or is difficult doesn’t mean you have to give up.

Llewelyn stumbled and tried to get up, and Neril Mayus came close to Llewelyn and swung his legs.

Whoops!

A leg that crushes the entire intestines. Llewelyn’s eyes rolled back for a moment, and Llewelyn rolled on her floor again.

“Kk, kk, big… ” Hook…”

Bang!

She slams her fists down on the floor and desperately tries to raise her body. Do not give up. I came this far, but I couldn’t give up.

Llewelyn desperately tried to get up on her shaky legs, and Neril Mayus greeted her with her gentle smile.

She didn’t say anything.

The fact that she was reunited, that she became closer to’her father her, whom Llewelyn had longed for.

Perhaps, it may be touching to feel that the presence of the ‘father’ reached the deep-seated transcendent and became a mourner.

She was surprisingly quiet and still. It was extremely ominous.

But Llewellyn did not consider such things. What we need to think about now is not her situation, but a way to win.

Shining a lamp towards an invisible path, we desperately find our way.

“It’s perfect.”

Neril Mayus said a word to Llewelyn and threw her her her her her her away her her her her.

Coming attack. Invisible trajectory.

A monster whose physical abilities superior to Llewellyn were melted into the power of her mourning her. However, has Llewellyn always put up an overwhelming fight?

Llewelyn has overcome countless hardships, and among her enemies there were enemies who almost overwhelmed her even with less physical abilities than Llewelyn.

Imitate them As Llewellyn took her stance, looking at Neril Mayus approaching with wide-open eyes.

Sooooo!

Something blocked Llewelyn’s path.

Someone stood between her and Llewelyn, blocking Neril Mayus who had thrown out her fist.

Llewelyn looked at the middle-aged man who was taller than her with blank eyes.

Someone who is not allowed to hold this kind of power.

Unlike Llewelyn, whose divinity blocked the inflow of new power, she was a being that could accept into her body the authority given by the ‘Lord of Mourners’ that overflowed in the air.

He was an ordinary human being. He was a man who could barely stand here, struggling in pain, and only after burning his entire life he could face God.

He was a man who did not tell anyone his name because he thought it was something insignificant and passable.

A middle-aged man who made it a virtue to be forgotten after making sacrifices.

However, because there were so many warm people, he was a man who was so full of the warmth he received from her that he decided to repay the favor and die.

He felt that his turn had come.

So I stood with my limping legs.

Llewelyn’s eyes fluttered as she looked at the man who blocked her fist.

“… Oh, ashes?”

A name that isn’t mine. A name that was considered sufficient.

He was distracted by the sound calling to him and held onto his spirit to return to ‘his master.’

“Did you wait long?”

He found his place to die.