chapter 275
275 – Mourner (4)
Existing mourning had weaknesses.
Of course, even if it was a weakness, it was only reasonable.
The overwhelming fatigue that comes from the recoil of enormous force. Even an immortal homunculus could not avoid it.
Although the effects of exhaustion recover quickly, the power was strong enough to cause exhaustion even for a homunculus.
Llewellyn felt two strong forces flowing through her body.
Familiar and unfamiliar. What is borrowed and what is your own.
The odds of winning were there.
Llewelyn saw the blood spreading along her swung fist. She was the first effective hit, or more precisely, the first effective hit delivered with a fist that wasn’t much of a stretch.
She saw the scales and flesh falling apart. In between, she also saw a flashing path.
She was right in front of the enemy. There was a counterattack immediately at the moment of the attack, but she withstood it.
Mourner, Nerilmaeus is a mourner who has reached max level. She has a skill that automatically counterattacks attacks aimed at her.
Llewelyn struggled with that fact and faced a crisis.
Even if Llewelyn, who didn’t have it yet, forced it, it didn’t improve her chances of winning.
You can’t grab someone by the collar and try to kill them until one of them dies.
The same was true for all the techniques, including the interlocking power of mourning and the burial that Ulrich had given.
Llewelyn wanted a clear victory. A perfect victory where no one has to sacrifice or die anymore.
So Llewellyn used her divinity to surround herself. She moved, mimicking the dragon before her, imitating the power of mourning.
The mourning that formed her form burst through her body and energized her. Even though she was in the form of a giant dragon that she had taken just a moment ago, she possessed the power to send it flying.
If counterattacking is the problem, just hit it so hard that counterattacking is meaningless. All you need to do is to attack unilaterally.
If counterattacking is a problem, just defend. Options that were originally impossible appear before your eyes. Because I did not miss the opportunity that Ulrich created.
Llewelyn took a leap.
The overturned soil rising up, the trees fluttering, and the dragon’s eyes flashing through the cracks.
Llewelyn saw a dragon leaping from a tree towards her. Her gray, vertical pupils chase Llewellyn in a dazed manner.
Oh my gosh!
It crashes at the end. Llewellyn’s leg her her her swung reflexively and hit the dragon’s head her her her, and her her dragon her her her swung its tail in time to hit Llewelyn.
However, the result is different from before. Llewellyn blocked her with her raised arm in time, but did not block her dragon.
Tilted body. Head being pushed. Her her neck her her her, which is about to be torn off, does not resist the force that pushes against it and instead bends over to cover it up, but it becomes useless when Llewelyn catches her her leg her her her in a counterattack.
Attempts to increase distance end in vain. Llewelyn turned her body in the air, holding on to the dragon’s legs her.
“What-“
A woman’s voice that seems perplexed. Llewelyn did not care and made the most of the huge power that seemed to flow through her body and explode out of her.
A mourner wearing the mask of Nerilmaeus. She holds on to her legs and rotates her body twirling in the air.
Naturally, a loud sound of air being torn away rang out. A body that is not big, but cannot be said to be small, and receives as much air resistance as possible.
The storm writhed along her body, and Llewelyn swung her legs again, putting her legs on the edge.
Oh my gosh!
A resounding roar and spreading shock waves. The tail ends up twitching because it is not ready for a counterattack.
A glare caught her Llewelyn’s eyes, and she saw Neril Mayus’ body her being shot down and crashing down on her ground.
Boom, boom, boom, go go go go!
Nerilmaeus, which is trapped by breaking the ground, then rises up by breaking rocks, destroys all the trees that come in its path, slows down, and flings upwards with its protruding stone beak stained with blood.
In her eyes, she saw Llewelyn narrowing the distance between her and leaping with such force that the anti-magic scaffolding she had created in the air shattered.
Tremendous speed. Even with her dragon’s outstanding physical abilities and the enhancement of her her five senses her due to her mourning her her, the speed her her her her she was such that her form her her her she was torn apart.
Because an explosive leap is a skill proportional to physical ability.
The moment when she raises her arms in defense.
Ugh!
Llewelyn’s fist her crushed her her her her arm her her and crushed her chin.
A shock that makes even an immortal lose consciousness. The dug-out ground gushes like a geyser. The heated mud is soggy, and the splattered blood is stinging.
Nerilmaeus rose from within and fought back.
It rotates without resisting the force pushing the body. A tail that spins and swings. As it tears open the air, the forest lurking right behind it shakes. Llewellyn dodged it by lowering her body greatly and then raised her fist to strike.
Head bent back and legs thrown out. A typical front kick. Nerilmaeus’ body was bent by a kick fired at an unstoppable speed, and her fists and legs were fired sequentially towards Llewelyn.
It was a fight that an ordinary human being could not follow with his or her eyes or intervene in.
Llewelyn catches her two fists fired almost simultaneously, and the sound of an explosion rings out from her elbow that she throws out as a counterattack.
As she lowered her body her greatly and swept her legs, Llewelyn jumped as if to show off, flipped her body in the air, and used her anti-mana to create a foothold for her and kicked her of.
[Explosive leap]
A downward kick is accompanied by a loud roar and the sound of the scaffold being destroyed, reminiscent of gunfire or thunder. In an attack that felt dangerous even to Neril Mayus if she didn’t block it, she crossed her arms to block it and plunged deep into the ground.
Llewelyn’s body naturally bounces and holds on to Nerilmaeus’ ankle.
The man, who was left with traces of her tears, twisted her body, biting his teeth until they were crushed.
Boom, boom, boom, quagga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang!
What was being done was something that could better be called a weapon skill.
An extremely simple attack that involves grabbing Nerilmaeus’ ankles and repeatedly punching him on the ground.
A simple attack that only swung her around at a speed that her automatic counterattack due to her mourning her she couldn’t reach her and pinned her to the ground.
However, it definitely works. Something in the guise of Nerilmaeus knew that fact.
When Ulrich first held her hand, the energy from her slashes was eating away at her. It was no different from poison.
It was a type of poison that could be deciphered if given time, but something that could not be done while being attacked.
The function is the deconstruction of transcendence. She felt the power of mourning flowing through her body becoming weaker.
If things continue like this, the ending awaits.
She chose to twist her body and bring out more deeply the transcendence that lurked within her.
Llewellyn’s hand loosens, and Nerilmaeus’ body floats in the air.
Llewelyn felt death coursing through her body.
That’s what he used to shoot out of his mouth when he was in the form of a giant dragon. Something that could be dangerous even for Llewelyn if hit.
He had it wrapped tightly around his body. An incredibly powerful energy.
But.
Suddenly, with the sound of teeth grinding, Llewelyn’s body tilted greatly.
Oh my gosh!
Nerilmaeus suddenly rose into the sky. A pile of dirt was rising from the ground like a geyser again.
How? Nerilmaeus looked at Llewelyn on the ground, feeling his hollow side
He had something black wrapped all over his legs. Something that Llewellyn himself calls holy blood.
It was falling apart, but he didn’t care. It would be nice if I could kill Nerilmaeus now.
I could have given at least some blood. For Ulrich’s revenge.
Coughing, the blood vomited wets Nerilmaeus’ mouth.
In the air, the mourner’s power is halved. This is usually the case unless you are Llewelyn, who can create a platform with anti-magic power.
Her intense strength usually came into its own when she was on the ground, so Llewelyn deliberately held her in the air.
So that she can no longer hurt anyone.
In addition, everyone who can aim for something that is floating in the air should aim at her.
When Nerilmaeus rose into the sky, she saw countless attacks coming into the gray dragon’s eyes.
“… Ah.”
Countless arrows were shot and flying, countless magics were fired while rumbling across the ground.
A thorn-like vertebra that is said to be able to shoot out only a portion of blood bullets from blood relatives and transformation types.
Even the breath of her her people her her her, who were once her her her her compatriots her her but her had abandoned her.
Her her countless flames her her her cover her her. It doesn’t even tickle. She curled her body to survive while floating in the air, and her mourning-hardened scales took all the attacks with ease.
This was all I could bear. Rather, she measured the direction and number of her attacks aimed at her by counting the attacks fired at her.
I will kill them all with the power of a mourner and mourn, and I will kill Llewelyn with the regenerative power I gained so that her father can come to this land again.
She regarded it as ‘intentional madness’. In the end, all saturation has its limits.
Just as she thought, it was when all the fire stopped.
Neril Mayus smiled even though he knew he had been pushed a little higher. She thought it was her her turn her her her.
But there was a presence coming up behind her.
The breathtakingly powerful magic of someone who jumped from an inconspicuously elevated cradle and landed right behind Nerilmaeus.
“Ideal implementation.”
It was hot enough to resemble the sun, yet somehow sticky.
A truly outrageous level of obscenity. Amid the whirling sound of the wind, a pleasant voice sentenced the death penalty.
“Death of a star.”
Before Nerilmaeus could even look back, another sun rose in the sky.