I Became the Wrong Race

277 – Mourner (6)

The original Nerilmaeus would not die by being decapitated.

All necromancers are like that. They had to escape the boundary between death and life caused by their curse-like physical characteristics, and as a result, they were able to regenerate as long as the damage to their bodies was not excessive.

Head crushing, decapitation, and cutting into pieces were all considered not excessive. Strictly speaking, they are beings that transcend ordinary species.

But Nerilmaeus, whose head had been cut, knew that this case was different.

After taking a direct hit from the death of a star and suffering countless wounds, I was decapitated?

It wasn’t. Nevertheless, Nerilmaeus realized that his body was not regenerating or moving well.

The transcendence wrapped around the body dissipates. The thickly wrapped death is crumbling and scattering.

Die. Even though Nerilmaeus knew that, he moved his body

The fake who only called Nerilmaeus moved. He twists his body wide and swings his fist. A fist fired with the sound of a wedge, cutting through the wind. Llewelyn deflected the fist coming towards her with his crumbling sword.

Kaang!

An unexpected incident occurred just when everyone thought it was over. Only Llewelyn responded.

Neril Mayus’ body was tilted, and Llewelyn lowered her posture and held her sword.

The sound of clenched fists and the hilt of a sword. In the noise created by two bodies moving at the same time.

The dizzy resounding sound of thunder and sparks harmonize with the crackling sound to fill the space.

Go go go go go go!

A powerful, continuous fist struck the blade of the sword. A handful of blades fell off and broke, but Llewelyn threw away her broken stars as if nothing had happened and clenched her fist.

Nerilmaeus was subdued. What remains is the transcendence left in this body.

The death surrounding the body has been removed, and what remains is the physical ability caused by mourning and the dragon’s unique strong vitality.

Llewelyn brought her knees forward, closing the distance between her.

He aimed at her head from her right side and lowered her stance to avoid her shooting fists.

Wedge, ringing, porous. A short gap that is not even half a beat. Her elbow digs in without missing the gap.

Wow!

Breaking her her ribs her her her, bursting her her heart her her her, the blood-soaked body targets Llewelyn and lifts her legs her her her.

And a front kick that seemed to leave soot in the space followed.

Even though I turned my body in time to avoid it, the shock wave was so powerful that my body stumbled. Llewelyn dodged her kick and closed the distance, wrapping her arms around Neril Mayus’s waist and kicking her feet as he landed.

I fell. Nerilmaeus ‘body his, which is tilted, hits the ground with its tail and stands up, and bits of overturned ground scatter in all directions. An attack that can even block vision. But Llewellyn did not give up her distance.

You never know what might happen. Transcendence was cut off. This would not have been possible if the essence of ‘mourning’ had not been discovered through the mourning left by Ulrich, the mourner.

So you can’t miss it. Even for Ulrich.

Llewelyn took a half step closer to her and clenched her fist.

Her fists are entangled in her swinging fists.

Blah blah blah!

Two fists collide and break at the same time. Flesh and bone fragments fly around, and faster than the intense pain, the bare fists shoot at each other.

The roar rings again. In a loud roar, the two monsters exposed their teeth, aiming for each other’s necks.

A foot kicking as if to sweep the ground against her. Llewelyn’s ankle is caught. She was about to fall, but Llewelyn lowered her posture at that moment and planted her feet on the ground.

And then.

[Explosive leap]

A message appears in the corner of Llewelyn’s vision of her and a soaring right foot of her. Her her knees her her her, just as she walked, cut into Neril Mayus ‘chest her her and lifted her off the ground.

Nerilmaeus, floating in the air, saw many things with eyes that should not have been seen.

Information conveyed by her senses. She was now in the middle of the hunting field.

Predator, superspecies, superspecies.

Such expressions are now in a place where they don’t even work. Even though her father chose her and treated her as his servant, there was a significant gap that could not be reached.

How on earth?

Nerilmaeus’ body falls. As her body slowly descended, Llewelyn released her clenched fists and took the form of her claws.

We must resist. Nerilmaeus thought so. The moment she landed on the ground, she stumbled and crossed her arms.

Quad deud deuk!

His arm flew off with an ugly sound of flesh splitting. Her claws her her her come in between her torn arms her her her.

A fighting technique created by the person closest to the dragon to kill the dragon. Slaying the dragon.

It transcended the dragon and was fired at the imitation of the necromancer who was closer to his father than anyone else.

Kwasik!

It pierces through his chest and reaches towards his heart.

Regeneration is slow. The head did not regenerate. It’s still lying cold on the ground, cooling down.

Consciousness usually resides in the head, but not this time.

Nerilmaeus knew that his consciousness had reached his heart. He could vividly feel the claws touching his heart.

A claw made to tear off the scales of a dragon. Her hand touched, trembling slightly, between the cracked scales and the disgust.

When Neril Mayus ‘hand grabbed her forearm, Llewelyn mercilessly pulled it away.

The sound of flesh splitting echoes again. The heart held in her hands her. Nerilmaeus’ body collapsed on Llewelyn’s shoulder as if being pushed. The sound of heavy breathing was loud.

The overlapping mourning caused tremendous fatigue, even if the mourner was Llewelyn, a homunculus.

It’s at a level where all you can do is stand. Llewellyn said she was glad she was able to finish before she completely collapsed, but she felt she had to.

Perhaps she had twisted my fate with her divinity. Divinity was the power to pioneer and define destiny.

The concept that Llewelyn instilled in Neril Mayus’s fake her body her her as he cut off her her head her her to end her mourning her was deeply imbued with such power.

In short, Llewelyn made her into her her homunculus her her her.

Since she is a homunculus, if you decapitate her, she will die. She defined it that way.

A symbolic death was given and death was made concrete. So I was able to kill him.

This would not have been possible without Ulrich’s sacrifice and his own wit. Llewelyn knew that and spoke under her harsh breath.

“Tell your father when you get back.”

The lightly trembling headless body of Nerilmaeus. Normally she shouldn’t have heard, but Llewelyn knew she was listening.

“I don’t need you anymore, so get out of here.”

Suddenly, the body that was lightly pushed is pushed away. Nerilmaeus stands shakily. Llewelyn raised her leg high and aimed at Neril Mayus.

“And never to set foot on this land again.”

She seemed to be growling, baring her teeth in anger. There was a downward kick that naturally followed anger.

Quad dud deud deuk!

Nerilmaeus splits in two. It is cut in two and scattered by a downward kick that has blade-like properties.

A corpse that was cut in two and fell down, no longer moving. Llewelyn stared at the corpse for a long moment before she lost her guard.

There is no sign of life or movement anymore. So you can rest.

Llewelyn led her extremely tired body and headed somewhere.

Even though people’s attention is focused and there are people following.

Llewellyn walked to the corpse in the middle of the battlefield.

An unknown mourner with his eyes comfortably closed.

Even Llewelyn was not in her power, she wouldn’t have known his name until the end, and she wouldn’t have had her name written on his grave.

A person who wandered the continent mourning the loss of his entire family from the far north, and came to the Pantheon, exhausted by the endless slaughter.

Llewelyn’s friend.

Although there was a significant age difference, Llewelyn considered him a friend.

In addition, it was sad that the person who was running away from the battlefield and the slaughter ended up having to die in the middle of it.

A mourning that was not forced by the transcendent in the sky or to gain strength rose softly within Llewelyn.

Only Llewellyn’s mourning. Llewellyn ignored the status window that appeared in the corner of her vision and knelt down on one knee in front of him.

Her gaping chest she was ugly. It was absolutely not something I could show to others.

What about clothes soaked with spilled blood and blood pooled on the floor? Llewelyn quietly stretched out her hand and placed her hand on Ulrich’s upper body.

He exercised the divinity that not much remained.

He closes wounds, returns blood, and bleaches clothes cleanly.

It wasn’t a good place to use divinity, but Llewelyn thought she could do that much for him.

In the silence of the quietly approaching people, Llewellyn realized what he had lost in this fight.

He does what he has to do.

*

“… “It is impossible to revive a person who has already died.”

The God of Dreams spoke. Llewelyn couldn’t help but ask, even though she knew, and as soon as she heard the answer, she looked sad.

There was a coffin in front of her. The only funeral method Llewelyn knows. This is an unfamiliar method to the people of Netel, but it is probably something that is unique to the Pantheon.

There were five unoccupied coffins on either side. That was because they couldn’t even find the body.

The three clans, the Inquisitor, and the mourners who died in this fight. Llewelyn looked at the coffin as if counting their faces.

Inside the coffin was a body so clean it was hard to believe it was dead. The corpse of Mourner Ulrich.

At first, there was no way it could be placed in a coffin.

Her chest was torn open, her side was cut out, and all of her bones she was dismembered, so it was not something she could show to anyone.

So, both the shapeshifters, the masters of the body, and the blood relatives, the masters of blood, had to come forward and clean up the corpse.

The missing heart was restored, all the bones were put back together, and there was more blood in the body than before death.

Still, she could not be revived. Because there was no soul.

It makes the heart beat again and sends brain waves to the brain.

Such a body had no soul and did not move. Llewelyn figured out why Nerilmaeus’s fake could appear.

It was like the body of this mourner now. A new soul is created and inhabited.

Just as Nerilmaeus was a fake, the revived Ulrich will not be Ulrich either. However, Llewelyn asked the God of Dreams as if grasping at straws.

“It is not difficult to extend the lifespan of a living person, kill him, or make him immortal. That would be the case with you now. But… “It is impossible to revive something that is already dead.”

The God of Dreams answered with a gloomy expression. It was a fact that Llewelyn knew well, so she did not answer.

Even though she knew she would, she had to ask. If lost life could be returned so easily, the steward would not have ascended to heaven.

Maybe it was necessary to strengthen her will. As Llewellyn looked at her coffin, she reflected on that fact.

What you must do as a god, as the master of the pantheon.

What you have to do.

At least she realized that she couldn’t continue this hopeless defensive war and wait for Netel to close the world.

Llewellyn took Ulrich’s coffin down once and turned around.

Now was the time to go on the offensive.