I Became the Wrong Race

276 – Mourner (5)

Under the sun that had already risen, a more intensely burning sun rose.

It was the purest fire. Something that is only allowed to humans who usually raise their heads, and that can only be ‘kind’ to humans when there is a great distance.

It exploded out of thin air. An explosion that will never last long and is therefore extremely intense.

Nerilmaeus, floating in the air, felt it.

Scream. I can’t hear it. One individual’s voice cannot escape from the intense nuclear flame that takes away all sound and light.

It’s not just the voice. The pain caused by being caught in the explosion for a very brief moment in the air greatly extended the time felt by the being who thought of himself as Nerilmaeus.

The body is destroyed by the overwhelming high heat and shock waves. I am swept away by the impact that penetrates every joint and every muscle.

In the midst of that pain, Nerilmaeus inevitably sank into himself and glimpsed the past.

In other words, I saw a void. She knew that she never existed and was not Nerilmaeus.

No matter how transcendent you are, it is impossible to revive a single life. My ego was shattered when I realized that even the ‘steward’ who had chosen to ascend to transcendence could not achieve it.

This is impossible even for a transcendental person who creates stars and builds the universe. Reviving a life that has already died.

It is a simple task to prevent existing things from dying, but it is not difficult to create new life or create a new spirit.

The effort required to completely revive something that has already died is enormous, but the feasibility of realization is almost non-existent.

Something that is truly impossible for a being to have achieved transcendence. However, is it possible to revive something that cannot be clearly observed when it died?

This cannot happen. If that were possible, Netel wouldn’t have interfered with closing the world. A transcendental level capable of such things would have been able to enter Netel without any hindrance.

Then you could have harvested as much as you wanted.

There is only one reason for not doing so. Even though they were transcendental people who seemed to have no rationality, they were consistent in that respect. Something wearing the mask of Nerilmaeus recognized that.

Knowing that the madness you possess is a counterfeit and fake.

Even though he calls himself Nerilmaeus and is a worthy being, he knows that he cannot become Nerilmaeus.

Furthermore, I realized that my fight had no meaning.

But even if I knew, nothing would change.

Cooooo!

The entangled air is torn apart and scattered. The explosion that started in the sky did not reach the ground and burned only Nerilmaeus and tall trees.

Instead of burning, it completely turns into ashes and scatters, and Nerilmaeus’ body repeats regeneration and burning, becoming tattered. The clothes had already disappeared at the mere hint of the explosion.

Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo!

The air that was not swept away by the explosion becomes a storm and sweeps the surrounding area, and those who were preparing to shoot stumble and lower themselves to avoid being swept away by the shock wave.

Those who were familiar with it saw the state of national defense there.

‘Lucilla’s old enemies’, including Arba, trembled while chanting the ominous name of annihilation.

Even the three clans were all the same. I was wondering whether I would be able to overcome it if it became my enemy and what method I should use to subdue it, and I realized that no matter what method I used, complete victory was impossible.

Lucilla’s original period had such power.

Its name is also death of a star. It was literally a secret tactic that could be used to force bleeding no matter how many enemies there were, and no matter how overwhelming the gap was.

Even if she loses all of her friends, Lucilla is alive and well. Rather, it is powerful because it does not interfere with the use of star death.

The only weakness is right after using Death of a Star.

Quagagagagagagagagagaga, couuuuung!

The residual heat left over from the death of the star was floating around in the small body that fell to the ground where the death of the star had disappeared.

A strange change, the heart of a star.

The death of a star was something that could only be used if the heart of the star and the flame of the star were compatible.

It was a method of reproducing the star’s flame through the heart and spewing the star’s flame out of the body.

It was natural that only the star’s heart remained where the star died. Therefore, Lucilla continued to grow in a short period of time and was called Jeokmyeol.

He proudly became one of the three great powers on the continent, and was treated as an enemy worthy of wariness even by those three strong powers.

Her overwhelming weapon skills and transcendental means made her that way.

Nerilmaeus trembled at the ‘common sense’ creeping into his mind, but hastily regenerated and wrapped death around his body his.

An energy that can kill even an immortal race like the three clans if it touches it.

I love you!

However, there were her attacks aimed at her.

The wind mixed with the natural sound of the wind.

The thing that was struck with a loud sound was a hatchet.

A single weapon wielded by Lu Silla in her hand.

Weapons used with the Star Heart melt. Basically, yes. That’s why Lucilla borrowed a hatchet named North Wind from her younger brother.

In fact, Llewelyn is a natural choice considering that her hands and feet are all like blades and she has a bunch of stars that can be pulled out at any time. She didn’t even take out the spear she had received from her brother.

Neril Mayus’ head her her tilted back sharply, and as she returned to her stance her her hatchet her her flew through the air.

The flesh of her being torn off with a crunch and the knees her naturally bending.

A throw aimed precisely at joints and tendons. As if it were a law, the hatchet spinning in Lucilla’s hand knocked her to her knees, and Neril Mayus reflexively crossed his arms her her her her.

Oh my gosh!

A long outstretched leg kicks Nerilmaeus. Strong legs pounded into her defenses and pushed her away.

How? He must have had death wrapped around his body

I soon found out why. The flames of the star surrounding his body his were removing the death Nerilmaeus ‘body his

Transcendent magical power comparable to divinity. A phenomenon that occurs when a species that cannot possess magical power possesses magical power and fills its blood vessels and entire body with magical power.

Neril Mayus barely managed to stop his her body her her being dragged behind him, bleeding, and caught a knee kick aimed at him with his her hand her her her.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

But there was no time to counterattack. His mouth opens, and his condensed breath rises into the sky.

She blamed the attack on her, which seemed to split her waist in two. The image of Llewellyn passed by without her even turning her head. He had decomposing Precious Blood covering his body hers hers. Even as the black blood covering his armor crumbled, he faithfully obeyed his master’s orders.

Stronger strength than my sister or even a dragon clad in the power of mourning. The legacy of Ulrich the Mourner.

Nerilmaeus gritted his teeth and held on, but even he couldn’t hold out for long.

The head turns, making a sound. An arrow made of light pierced precisely into the temple.

Countless arrows and crossbow arrows are fired towards her, starting with that arrow.

When Lucilla tripped on a low sweeping kick and fell, Nerilmaeus felt a blade pierce his entire body her.

What strikes at the end is a long, extended sword. The giant’s blade fell in a straight line like a guillotine.

Wow!

A sound like thunder and the ground turning over. Two severed arms appeared at the same time, and the swordsman smiled grimly, crossing his feet and swinging his sword repeatedly. Lucilla and Llewellyn appear to have already retreated.

Nerilmaeus had to be wary of those two who could attack him effectively. But, where?

The moment her eyes turned, the Sword Saint continued to attack. A sword strike that cuts a solid line in the air without leaving a single sound.

Extremely different swordsmanship. She blocks it with her elbow, and her forearm gets cut and flies away.

The combination of the mourner’s physical abilities and the dragon’s traits cut off her her arms her her her, which even Llewelyn could not cut.

There was no time for her eyes to widen in surprise.

Before I knew it, the Sword Master let go of his disciple’s melting sword and stepped back.

And filling that gap.

“Descent!”

They were countless black knights falling from the sky.

The black knights pierce Nerilmaeus with long spears. Under the blackening sky, Nerilmaeus was pierced with a long spear and pinned to the ground.

Anchored to the ground. I can’t move. Everyone is keeping their distance.

The death of a star is coming. Continuous use of her would normally be impossible, but that fact was not even noticeable to her who had borrowed her transcendence.

If it comes, it’s close. Neril Mayus tried to create cover by deliberately inflating his flesh.

“First line, fire.”

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!

In an instant, the blood knights lined up to her left her fired blood bullets all at once.

Blood bullets rush in and hit your entire body as if they are trying to make a hole. The penetrating power wasn’t enough to pierce, but it was enough to block vision and cause embarrassment. It just didn’t penetrate, but it wasn’t lacking in power.

The pole tilts and her body touches the ground. Can’t melt her ground. Netel dwells and she borrowed transcendence

Then, by force.

Arms raised high are leaning.

Scam!

The Dragon King, who quickly received some of Llewelyn’s holy blood and wrapped it around her tail, rushed in.

A big swing of the tail cuts off the arm of her. The severed forearm falls to the ground.

Resistance is impossible.

The means you have are useless.

There was no way or means to fight back.

Her power was too strong for her wit her to be used.

The trick comes from the weak, not the strong. Even though she was in an unfavorable situation, her situation did not change.

Even if it was faked, Nerilmaeus was always strong.

There was no way to turn things around as they were being cornered and hunted.

But is there some way? Just when she was about to lose herself in her troubles, she was taken out of her thoughts when she saw this person running towards her.

Lucilla is wearing a high fever, radiating a brilliant radiance. She was running.

The most threatening person in this place right now. Neril Mayus raises her body to fight, and Lucilla, who is getting closer, bends her knees.

‘It’s coming.’

Just as Nerilmaeus is preparing a counterattack, anticipating a collision.

The last thing she saw was the corners of Lu Sila’s mouth her curling wide.

The half-opened eyes look darkly at Nerilmaeus and stop tall.

Nerilmaeus couldn’t even question that.

Just.

‘Fool.’

He read those lips.

Her shadow fell upon her belatedly.

Llewelyn suppressed the noise with Melody and Maya’s magic and jumped out of the cradle, killing even his presence.

He landed on the ground.

In her hand was a sword shining like a star in the night sky.

Nerilmaeus saw the blade impossibly at his feet

The blade of the sword is crumbling, probably due to being stabbed to death. In any case, it was a sword swung with regeneration in mind.

There is only one place to aim.

Just like Llewelyn herself, it was an area where it was easy to infuse symbolic death through divinity.

“… Ah.”

As the star cluster cleared, Nerilmaeus’ head fell off.

And the death surrounding her body was lifted.