I Became the Wrong Race

47 – Dungeon (4)

The sound of the void can be faintly heard even in the ears.

The sound of something falling from the air.

It was a faint sound that even I would not have noticed if the status window had not alerted me in advance.

However, it was not to the point where it was completely inaudible.

In what seemed like a split second, the first ones to raise their heads were me and the necromancer.

And unlike me, who knew it was coming from the sky, the necromancer read the hostility entirely with his senses.

Immediately after that, Isla pricks her ears and raises her head, with the mourner belatedly following suit and gazing up at the sky.

Something was already falling. Without any time to react, at an incredible speed.

Things like telling you to avoid, step away, or duck down.

Needless to say, something happened.

I’m sorry!

The porosity increases, and a strong wind touches the body. Something was falling.

From that high sky.

With the head raised, a faint image appears and disappears in the body’s vision, which is superior to that of a human.

No, it is not turned off. I felt a strong backlash pushing my feet up and I was bitten without realizing it.

Eventually, a loud noise worthy of protest rang out.

A sound similar to a thud or a thud. A crater is created in the cavity created by digging out a stone cave, pushing out and destroying everything that originally filled the space.

The body takes flight. When I flip over in the air, I land on my two legs unlike before.

However, the opposition is not enough to end and it is largely pushed back. The dust that rose up along the dragging bridge splits.

It wasn’t just me. The middle-aged mourner showed a natural fall technique, and Isla landed lightly, probably because she had changed only her legs to her snow leopard.

Then what about dragons?

The dragon was standing still in the direction my eyes were looking. As if he hadn’t been pushed out from the beginning, he was in the exact same spot where he grabbed my neck and snapped his fingers saying he had to prepare for the banquet.

There, she looked with blank eyes at her own broken undeath.

The dust slowly settled.

As the dust settles, someone sweeps the dust away with a wave of his hand.

“… “It’s been a while.”

It was a girl.

A girl with a shiny dark red vambrace wrapped around one arm and a huge sword at her waist.

It was spherical. There was no way I didn’t know.

Rich, curly white hair and blood-red shining eyes.

Unlike his off-white appearance, he has a polite tone of voice and a restrained look. A vambrace-covered left arm that naturally holds the hilt of a sword.

And the uniform worn on the body. Of course.

“Blood Knight, Lorian.”

Affirm with silence. She moved her hand that was resting on her and drew her sword.

Surprisingly smooth operation even though it is pulled with one hand. Beyond the natural feeling of pulling out a dagger, there was a large sword as tall as the girl.

It was a beheading sword.

One by one, someone walks out from behind the Blood Knight, who is holding the drawn beheading sword with both hands.

“… Roo.”

Isla calls quietly and raises her tail as if she’s nervous.

Without hesitation, she inserted the steel crossbow shaft into the hand of the dead man who was leaning on her shoulder, and with her eyes sharply open, she silently glared at those approaching.

“I never thought she would keep her promise already….”

Even the mourners took their posture with empty smiles. He was empty-handed, probably more accustomed to not using a weapon than to pulling it out, but as he clenched his fist, a horrifying sound as if his muscles and bones were twisting was heard.

Strength that surpasses human limits. It’s mourning.

Ignore the minor drawback that it only lasts 60 seconds. I have to write it now. If you don’t use it now, you won’t be able to respond to a possible surprise attack.

He knew that well.

And it was the same for me.

[Mourning]

Something flickers in my mind. The long sword drawn from my waist was burning with flames, and I saw the enemy coming towards me.

I never thought it would happen like this.

Even the Blood Knight Lorian was a powerful enemy. Even if Mourner and Isla were together, there was no guarantee that they could completely defeat the Blood Knight, who would have adapted to their own bodies.

But there were soldiers behind them.

A vampire who expressionlessly draws a rapier and a shapeshifter who transforms his arms into those of a huge beast.

In addition, there are enemies who silently approach us with all kinds of magic and weapons in their hands.

Each one of them was of the same level as the Owl Bear Transformers that they had managed to defeat not long ago.

Without realizing it, my nervous body breaks into a cold sweat and a sweet smell comes out of my mouth.

My mouth is dry. Should I die here?

It was a time when three people and dozens faced each other.

Kwa-woo-woo-woo!

Suddenly, a large amount of dust crumbles and something appears as a shadow.

That was the front foot.

Huge, four-toed forepaws.

The pure white scales shone brightly even in the dust, and the lifeless muscles swelled and gathered strength.

The space trembles as an overwhelming force passes through it. The approaching blood knight and his soldiers raised their heads without realizing it.

“… “Necromancer?”

The Blood Knight fell down with a dazed voice.

Erasing all the noise that was filling the place at that moment, he crushed many of the soldiers who seemed to be about to rush at him at any moment, and broke the blood-red shield created by Blood Knight Lorian.

The strong wind pressure pushes me and Isla. After barely suppressing the body that was trying to fly, it rolled on the floor and finally stopped.

A violent movement that brings back the dust cloud that was already clearing. As the smoke billowing from the center of the explosion slowly cleared, a woman was seen.

A woman who changed one of her arms into that of a giant dragon. And she stepped back before him, the blood knight catching her breath.

There were blood clots that looked like they had been crushed to death, and even those who barely escaped with their lives.

The Blood Knight widened his eyes in the spreading chill.

“Why are you here…?” .”

“Why are you interrupting my father’s banquet?”

It seemed like a strange question at first glance, but you could tell just by looking at his face that it wasn’t.

The wide-open eyes showed no emotion.

The corners of his mouth dropped down, proving the discomfort he felt, and his pupils were as dark as an abyss. In the meantime, the head that turned back was more creepy than cute.

It was a clumsy move. A movement to imitate something human. As I lifted Isla up and adjusted her posture, undead began to rattle and rise up from all directions.

“Is it bad that I take care of, love, and cherish my father? Is that it?”

“Nerilmaeus. “It’s not like that.”

The Blood Knight, who always seemed calm and expressionless, is embarrassed. With an expression of shock and confusion, he tried to appease the dragon who introduced himself as Nerilmaeus.

“I had no intention of interfering with anything you were doing. Rather, the Prophet yearns for you….”

“I don’t want to hear it. I won’t listen. Explain why you interrupted me. “Or you’ll have to spit out your heart.”

The eyes shine brightly. The flow was eerie, and the continuous words had no pitch at all.

A word close to pouring out. Blood Knight Lorian glanced at me and chewed his lip.

“We… We were looking for you. The clan yearns for a strong person like you….”

“Why are you looking for me? Why did he kick me so coldly, ignore me, disparage me, and drive a wedge between me and my father? “It’s a shame, it’s a shame!”

Suddenly, the dress is torn. Unable to control her emotions, she tears the front hem of her dress. The torn front island quickly shrivels and turns into dust.

She was still speechless and caught her breath as she pondered her rambling words.

I heard and watched all of that and thought.

The enemy in front of me was not something I could deal with.

However, even for the Blood Knights, there were still many soldiers who were on the same level as the Owl Bear Transformers.

Many people died from that necromancer’s first blow, but there were still many.

So what should we do? I saw Nerilmaeus.

“Nell. “My lovely daughter.”

If there is no chance of winning, make it. Fortunately, the ingredients are available. I put on a benevolent expression.

Nerilmaeus turns creakingly and looks at me. The nickname was correct. If I was wrong, I would have died. But it was a gamble worth taking.

“Those kids punished me. They said I was worthless and banished me to earth. “I am an outcast and a sinner, so do not protect me.”

Father.

I don’t know anything about him. But guessing was possible.

The three clans wanted to see him again somehow.

However, Nerilmaeus thought that the three clans viewed him unfavorably.

This was also something I was confident about.

Especially if the opponent is extremely angry with another team member or is crazy.

I smiled with a sad expression.

“Let me receive the punishment I deserve.”

“No.”

Before Blood Knight Lorian said anything or even before I could finish speaking.

Nerilmaeus turned his creaking head forward to the road.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“No, no, no, no!”

A smile mixed with anger and joy. Roar. Pressure that fills the cavity and makes it tremble.

She glared at Lorian under the pressure.

To Lorian, who was looking at me blankly and his mouth was speechless.

He seemed to come to his senses belatedly and aimed his sword at Nerilmaeus.

It was a strange reaction. What on earth? But there was no time to ask.

He spread out a blood-red shield in front of him, and Nerilmaeus burst out laughing.

Oh my!

After that, there were only two things that could be identified.

Blood Knight Lorian disappears with his shield spread out.

And then a huge tail crosses the space with a loud roar.

“Father needs me! “You said you needed me!”

That has never happened. However, for crazy or angry people, extended interpretation is basic knowledge.

“You are wrong! I was right! I was right all along! “Because I’m a good kid!”

Ah, the flowing red water was not of human nature and gave me goosebumps.

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The sound was mixed with a non-human entity squeezing its vocal cords imitating a human voice. A somewhat eerie sound.

As the human voice created by the dragon’s vocal cords filled the cavity, she shouted through laughter.

“I was right in waiting for my father! Those of you who try to bring in, pull down, tear apart, eat away, or become fathers are wrong! “I was right to wait until all the bones rot and there is nothing left!”

Hongso becomes Gwangso. As my skin crawled, I read the deep hatred in his voice.

Nerilmaeus. She hated her father.

I was missing, loving, lusting, and starving at the same time.

As if negative and positive emotions were boiled in one cauldron, the woman emerged, spreading her madness and pressure in all directions.

Even though I couldn’t feel magical power, I knew what it was.

That was the magic power of a necromancer.

The twisted presence of death that takes the life of a living creature.

Eventually, the woman, brimming with energy, completely transformed into a dragon.

It was a huge dragon. The scales were as white as a dress, but there was a foul smell of a corpse somewhere, and the hollowed-out chest showed moving lungs without a single heart.

The lungs swell greatly. What could be called the energy of death condensed towards her mouth.

Breath. It was obvious to anyone who saw it.

Blood Knight Lorian was ordering the soldiers who came with him to fight back and was gathering blood-red energy and spreading it out.

The wall is being built up in two, three, layer after layer. It is a shelter created to survive the breath. I didn’t think it could be completely prevented.

They seem to know that too, but they continue to build barriers. Because there’s nothing else you can do.

Overwhelming capacity difference. At a time when I didn’t know why this was happening, something occurred to me.

[Mourning Dragon, Nerilmaeus]

What suddenly came to mind was familiar. The bold text only appeared on one type of enemy.

That was a production for the boss.

And this new continent is content for the protagonist who has cleared all of the main quests in Grim Darker 3.

On average, when clearing Grim Darker 3, the main character’s level is 15.

So what is the level of that dragon?

[Level: 15]

The status window glowed brightly, as if confirming the anxiety engulfing my mind.