I Became the Wrong Race

92 – Cannibalism (13)

The space is disrupted by the golden pulse.

Unless you were the one dying under the rubble, you had no choice but to witness the beating.

People who wipe their tears without realizing it or just look at them without even caring about it.

They didn’t know why they were crying or why they were so moved when they saw that strange man.

In other words, it was something close to instinct.

A being loved by all things, a qualification once held by a man who has now become a transcendent.

Divinity.

They looked at the man as if he were their parents whom they had not seen in a long time.

I couldn’t look away. It was the same for Isla and Selma.

In Selma’s case, her appearance was different from others.

“… How… ?”

Selma woke up. Play.

Her grace was returning to her in full.

What this phenomenon means is simple. That the fighter rejected grace.

No, it wasn’t a rejection of grace. If she just refused, she wouldn’t have come back.

This was at a level that could be considered a ‘mother’s will.’

My mother wanted to fight that man with her

Therefore, although she did not know the detailed circumstances, she clearly judged what had happened.

She noticed that Llewelyn was making her mother’s powers her own.

“How… !?”

Of course, she guess she was only half correct

Llewelyn’s golden heartbeat slowly turns colorless. It gradually changes to a brilliance close to white.

Even the darkness that flowed through the golden surface was swallowed up, and even the benevolent golden light that seemed to embrace all life was swallowed up by a gray pulse that was almost white.

All that remains is the pulse that distorts the white space and the gray flames burning within it.

The power of a new immortal born by devouring the status of his kin, the transcendent and absolute who once held the name of God.

In it, Llewelyn, who was exhaling with her upper body her completely exposed, slowly opened her eyes.

His gray eyes her her radiated brilliance.

Eyes filled with divinity turned towards Selma.

At that, Selma distorted her face.

The entire arm changes to that of a snow leopard, and the legs also change. A dark energy oozed from the ax he was holding.

The power to plunder unused life.

It is a power that can only be obtained when a mourner reaches level 20, and it was an ultimate power that was not used because it was not intended to kill Llewelyn easily.

Selma grew, pouring that kind of power into the hatchet she was holding in both hands.

“Llewelyn—!”

“It’s noisy.”

The ground turns over for a moment with a sound like a drop.

Selma was not seen flying in a straight trajectory.

To make matters worse, Selma did not finish with straight-line acceleration.

Collapsed and leaning buildings.

The walls of the underground city, the ground, buildings that collapsed and overlapped each other, etc.

Selma bounced towards countless landmarks.

Kwa-kwa-gwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!

The trajectory that started from the ground moved randomly.

She jumps on the wall, climbs the ceiling, falls back to the ground, and then accelerates sideways.

The new model was in disarray. The approach was so fast that not even Isla noticed.

Likewise, Llewelyn was not seen either. She It was not visible

But.

Llewelyn took her stance without any hesitation.

[Divinity, dexterity, talent.]

She took control of the sensations flowing through her body, ignoring the incomprehensible messages.

That feeling created her posture.

Spread her legs wide and point her right hand forward.

However, her palm was facing upward, and because she clenched her fingers, it seemed to resemble the claws of a beast.

Her left hand takes a similar shape, but stops at the solar plexus.

A posture that feels as if you are trying to fertilize an egg with your claws.

[Dragon Drop]

[“This is my answer.”

-Dragon King, to my ancestor, the necromancer.]

[This is a fighting art that was improved and perfected by the Dragon King of the time from the martial art used independently by the Dragons.

It is a battlefield martial art that splits the dragon’s scales, which are harder than any other metal, tears its wings, and uses its bones and scales as armor, and is a martial art that arrogantly holds the ambition to overthrow even its own ancestors.

This is the correct answer that a dragon king found while wandering between right and wrong.]

[Changes the attribute of all unarmed attacks to slashes, and treats them as weapon attacks with a minimum of 2 points and a maximum of 12 points, ignoring slash resistance.]

In addition, an additional proficiency bonus is added to attack and damage rolls for unarmed attacks.

This proficiency bonus is treated separately from fighting skills and stacks.]

There were no weapons. I tore off the armor with my own hands.

Since it was a shackle and a cocoon, it had no choice but to be like that. A lot of blood was shed, and regenerative power was low.

It even absorbs enemy vitality. Recognizing all of that, Llewelyn instinctively used the divinity flowing through her body.

As I stood on the ground like that, I read the memories of this huge planet.

I read the martial arts of someone on this earth, a very powerful yet very wounded woman.

The woman’s eyes met Llewellyn’s. Golden dragon eyes, vertical pupils engraved in vivid remorse.

Facing that, Llewelyn bowed her head politely.

I’ll borrow it.

The gaze returns. A new, blurry afterimage that travels at ultra-high speed.

Llewelyn moved toward the afterimage.

Kagaa!

And just like that, a loud noise rang out.

The approaching new model stops, and its wide-open blue-gray eyes meet gray ones.

Although it was only for a moment, the pupils in the gray eyes looked like they were split vertically.

And the ax was reflected in the split pupil.

An ax and a finger blocking the ax.

An attack made entirely of fabric that stretches out like a dragon’s claws and blocks metal objects.

Even after Selma saw that, she immediately regained her composition.

He put the ax back, landed on the ground, and swung the dark-tinged ax one after another.

To the eyes of an ordinary person other than Isla, it was a wild attack that looked as if the arm suddenly split into several and unleashed a barrage of dark slashes.

She made an onslaught of attacks that seemed to acknowledge that what she had done so far was hand-to-hand. In it, Llewelyn took her breath.

Heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

My heart was racing. For the first time after falling into this world, my heart pulsated.

And every time my heart beat, an immeasurable force flowed through my whole body.

The moment the eyes began to emit light, Llewelyn stepped forward.

Soon, a metallic sound that shook the surroundings erupted.

The sound of metal colliding with metal. The sound of them pushing and hitting each other several times in one breath clearly revealed that an attack and defense was taking place.

Only the hand and the hatchet compete. Anger boiled within Selma’s pupils.

“Why… ! Why—!”

She swings her ax, squeezing her neck as if screaming. Take one step on her and soar up from underneath her.

The target is the neck.

Because of its life-stealing power, even a homunculus dies if it touches it.

So it can’t be reached. Llewellyn clenched her fist with her right hand, which took the form of her dragon’s claw, and tapped her hatchet with the back of her hand.

With a sharp clanging sound, her arm flies out.

Selma took advantage of her pushing force and spun around. She performed a spinning kick.

A blow that had torn off her lower jaw and pierced her body several times already. But it doesn’t reach.

Wow!

She rather held back with her elbows, then took a step back and swung her legs.

Her swinging leg she became a slash. Selma’s arm her her her her is cut off, leaving a scar as if it had been slashed with her her great sword her her her.

Her arm dripped with hot blood, and Selma lost one of her arms.

She eventually reached. Selma smiled with her crazy eyes.

Her hatchet was already digging into Llewelyn’s shoulder her her her her.

It was her hatchet that kicked out her and swung at her, closing the distance when she was suppressed.

A blow that cannot be avoided no matter how experienced a warrior one is. The black energy that was plundering her her life stirred and penetrated Llewelyn’s body her her her her.

Won.

Gave her mother back to her glory

I brought her bowl back with my own hands.

It definitely had to be that way.

Tub.

“… “What?”

The ax is pushed away. She is caught by the left hand and slowly escapes from the skin of her.

“How?”

It was impossible. Her eyes widen in surprise and she tries to back away, but her right hand catches her.

“How could her mother her’s her power her… “It’s not working?”

Neither her her life her her plunder nor her mother’s her influence her her her work her.

Even the red beast Hertol was manipulated by this.

So, in the face of this trick, no matter how powerful her life force and superhuman mental power she was, she could not resist.

It had to be that way.

No matter how strong humans are, they cannot resist the world.

That’s why she didn’t know.

She is being absorbed by Llewelyn, the family that draws on the ‘her mother’s power her her’.

Both the power of her mother, Netel, and the power of her father, God, were the same.

If you just pull it out, it will be swayed. Because it is so powerful and so pure.

So what was needed was a filter.

A filter that burns with a gray pulse and scatters light, melting all kinds of divinity and power into its own.

Something that can filter out the evil will to control and the sadness that resides within it.

The heart of Llewelyn.

The vessel found its own purpose and accepted all the power poured upon it.

I will no longer be manipulated.

I want to protect my life with my own hands.

Don’t try to control me anymore.

It was a new divinity created with that will.

That divinity crushed Selma’s attack.

Jeopuk.

Llewelyn approaches. Selma retreats, but she cannot escape.

Tdu-tap-tuk, the ax is broken.

Selma takes a step back and trips over her own feet.

Grabbing her wrists, Selma swung her claws at her regenerated arms.

Suddenly, I’m caught. Selma was cornered with her arms and she being held.

“What the hell are you… ?”

It was only then that I noticed something strange.

It wasn’t just that she was out of her mother’s influence.

When she returned to her own body, she realized that her mother’s strength had diminished compared to before.

Not enough power In the prolonged fight, regeneration was intentionally delayed, and the fatigue and wounds that Llewelyn had to recover from the moment she betrayed her mother’s will still linger in her body.

On the other hand, what about Llewelyn?

He laughed while holding Selma’s arms.

“Monster.”

The words that came out of his mouth this time were not self-mocking as usual.

Rather, it was refreshing and refreshing.

He smiled and threw his head back.

Kwaa!

He hit Selma in the face with all his might

Selma’s consciousness was cut off like that.