I Became the Wrong Race

48 – And the Dragon (1)

Grim Darker is a game based on the rules of the famous TRPG.

The highest level a player can reach is 20, and enemies do not exceed that level.

It also had significance from a worldview perspective; level 15 was the level at which one began to reach the realm of legend.

And I thought it was worth it.

The breath taken in, the lungs swollen, the energy of death condensing in the mouth.

I realized it the moment it was shot with the breath. The enemy in front of you is a powerful being that no chance will work.

The annoying noise disappears in an instant, and the energy that had been condensed shoots out from the mouth. By carving away the thick barrier that had already formed.

Death was rampant everywhere.

Despite the barrier, several soldiers turned to dust and disappeared, and the acrid air filled the surroundings.

Dust did not rise like in the first two attacks. I just saw the barrier created by magic being torn apart like a piece of paper.

It was superior to the barrier that blocked even the intense star power used by the Star Blade.

In other words, that breath was something more powerful than the flames of a star.

“Isla!”

The moment the breathing stops and the haggard appearance of a girl is revealed beyond the collapsed barrier.

I stepped forward and pulled out the star blade.

Kaang!

As the sword moves along a vaguely visible trajectory, something that hits the blade bounces off.

That was a javelin. When I twist my wrist slightly, the javelin flies along the blade to a strange place.

Isla understood the situation just by what I shouted. She quickly aimed her crossbow and fired, then caught the javelin that was about to pass behind her with her tail and placed it on top of her crossbow.

Could he even fire a javelin? Before my thoughts could form, a shout came from across the room.

“Get into formation!”

Although it is not explained in detail, the intention is understood. As the soldiers scattered, the crazy dragon raised its head and roared.

I can’t control my madness. In a violently trembling space, hundreds of undead run toward them, followed by a dragon’s cry.

The pouring procession of undead passes like strong waves on both sides of me. Even though death was heading towards him, he quickly put his soldiers into formation.

The center was the blood knight. She held the heavy sword with both hands.

Just as there was no way to persuade a madman, what was needed was proof.

Knowing this well, she shouted, swinging her sword to break through the dragon’s obstruction.

“Cut off the head! “Prove it by killing the pretender!”

The soldiers run without even saying a word of honor. I leapt forward against him, holding the star blade with both hands.

It was a melee.

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What I realized immediately after entering the melee was that it was easier to move than I thought.

Of course, there were many enemies targeting me. Just now, in the distance, a soldier stretched out his hand towards me and shot something.

An attack shaped like a laid down blade.

It was an attack aimed at cutting off the head, but the attack was blocked and disappeared before I could block it.

Instead, the huge, fat skeleton that had gotten in the way suddenly collapsed.

Still not dying, he ran forward and faced the soldier, who clicked his tongue and greeted the skeleton with his two fists and legs.

Was he a fighter?

Even the soldier who intervened while I was thinking was unable to retract the ax he swung at me and was pushed away by the undead.

As a result, I couldn’t help but think that it was easy.

And it was worth it.

First of all, the undead everywhere were moving to protect me.

“Right.”

And behind me, Isla fired his crossbow while indicating the direction of the next attack, and each crossbow fired hit a soldier or pushed him away.

Even the old man.

“Move aside, mourner!”

He was blocking the blood knight alone.

It was at an amazing level. If I had tried to fight with an overflowing sense of justice at that time, I would have died.

As if his normally limping right leg was not a hindrance, he sometimes kicked, and his two fists and huge body showed powerful striking power and precise attacks.

Every red trace of the decapitating sword swung was either pushed back or cut through the air without being touched, and most of the wounds on the body were scratches.

Even that was close to being hit intentionally to trigger mourning. Wounds that are no worse than the scars on the body.

Kwaaa!

But all that help would have been meaningless if it weren’t for the dragon above, roaring and swinging its paws.

The Blood Knight, who had been pushed back by allowing a front kick from the mourner, is hit on the front foot and flies up. The blood-red sphere that was unfolded in time reduced the impact, but as it was pushed away, the undead soared from the empty space.

It was truly terrifying.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!

The energy of death mixed with the dragon’s roar was enough to take away vitality and life in itself, and the undead, who seemed to soar infinitely, steadily moved to endure their master’s madness.

So the soldiers could not easily approach me.

In addition, the difference in victory methods between this side and that side also played a role.

My victory is the annihilation of all of them.

On the other hand, the victory of the other side is proven by cutting off my head.

At first glance, it may seem that our side is more difficult and that side is much easier, but that was not the case.

The remarkable difference in power drove the situation to that point.

Arrows shot at me. The attack seemed to be aimed at the neck, eyes, face, etc.

Among them, there were some that could precisely dig into the cracks of the helmet, but I moved the sword nimbly.

Arrows bounce off the sword’s face, making a sound like “Ta-da-da-dang.”

The new talent I had learned, the power that comes from parrying.

My proficiency is +2. The armor, Blood Shade, was 18, which was unusual for magical plate armor.

Befitting its ability to be treated as a part of the body, the power of my mourning was imbued with it.

So, it adds up to 24. The moment you hit, it goes up to 26.

At this level, there are very few people in the game who can break through this defense ability. At least, that’s the case with the people you meet on the street.

All of the enemies were at a level that could rival the Owl Bear transformations I fought back then, but they were not at a level where they could reliably overpower me from the obstacles and threats of the dragon.

Even if it came close, there was no problem.

“―!”

The soldier spit out a chant I couldn’t understand and then accelerated towards me.

He is an impressive fighter with bald hair, bronzed skin, and trained limbs.

Also a fighter who uses magic. The fighter who was approaching me with a quick sound like “Wedge,” Tried to extend his fist to me, but my hand was extended toward him first.

And I didn’t even need to chant anything.

Kwasik!

The sound of something breaking rang out.

Crumbling!

Because the sacred blood that made up my vambrace and the fragments of the armor were shot toward the front.

“―!”

A cone-shaped death reminiscent of a shotgun in a game. The fighter opened his eyes wide and whispered something, and a transparent sphere surrounded his body accordingly.

Then the sphere distorts and bounces away. It was an excellent protection magic, but it was so powerful that even such magic could not be blocked.

Of course, the backlash was considerable. My arms became rags. Blood leaked from the tattered flesh and leather.

But that was nothing compared to the destructive power it created.

Tsuzuzuzu… !

Because I have the power of regeneration, and my armor and blood can also regenerate.

I quickly clenched my fist, feeling the new flesh and armor sticking to me.

In the corner of my eye, the status window displayed a small item description, as if I was happy that I had finally used it.

[Iron Man]

[This surcoat is that of a man who was once called an iron man. He was a martial arts fighter with a body stronger than all weapons and the strength to crush even such weapons. When he became old and no longer able to do so, he wore armor. Those who knew him in his prime could not forget that sight until the day he died. Every time he swung his limbs, the weapon broke and scattered iron fragments. In the end, the old iron man broke my armor and scattered it.]

[This garment can destroy the wearer’s armor and fire it into fragments, and can attack multiple targets at once. Attack power is proportional to defense power.]

The abilities of the Surcoat wrapped in my armor. It was to turn myself into a human shotgun or bomb.

It was an item that only I could use, providing me with ranged and long-distance attacks that I lacked, and at the same time, trusting my regenerative ability in times of emergency to tear my opponent to pieces.

Even though it was a homunculus in the game, it was an object that was reluctant to be used. This is because the explosion could not be controlled in detail, there was no distinction between enemy and enemy, and all parts of the armor were necessarily exploded.

But now that it has become reality, it is different. You can specify the part to explode according to your will. You can specify the group of bullets that will be fired when detonated just by your posture.

In itself, it is no different from a shotgun. Just looking at the flustered face of the martial artist was like that.

I wrapped my regenerated hand around the hilt of the star blade and struck down the weapon of the soldier who was just charging at me.

Kang, puk!

A weapon that bounces in a circle is fired quickly so that there is no time to return it.

Although it fails to stab him in the neck, which he was aiming for, it does wound him by stabbing him in the jaw. The soldiers who rushed towards me eventually retreated, pushed back by the undead that were attacking them.

It is advantageous. If we keep this up, we can win.

You can easily overcome encounters that made you wonder if you could win.

It was all thanks to that dragon.

She’s a bit crazy and a necromancer, so I’m reluctant.

Still, wouldn’t it be okay to accept him as a colleague at this level?

I don’t know why he thinks of me as his father, but I also think he’s just using me.

As in the game, the party needs to adhere to the madman quota system to some extent.

It’s even better if you’re a capable madman.

Then, won’t things go well in the future?

I had such expectations.

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Unfortunately, expectations are always betrayed when they are most inflated.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 1 second]

As time passes, a feeling of exhaustion comes to the body.

Irresistible fatigue and an unpleasant feeling of silence that creeps over my entire muscles.

The sense of omnipotence that was felt being taken away in an instant. It was the feeling when mourning was over.

But I thought it was okay. Even though the mourning has disappeared, our allies are stronger than our enemies.

I seriously thought so until all the undead that filled the cavity stopped.

Suddenly, silence came to the space that had been filled with the sounds of fighting.

Everyone stopped and froze to understand the situation.

From the Blood Knight and his soldiers, to Mourner Ajae, who was fighting with the Blood Knight, and even I and Isla.

There is only one large object that moves under any pressure.

Before I knew it, there were split pupils facing me.

“You, WhoGuAre you?”

It’s creepy. A dragon’s vocal cords are not made for human speech.

However, human words are spit out by forcefully squeezing the vocal cords.

Blood came out from his vocal cords and dripped like a waterfall from his mouth due to his unreasonable actions, but the dragon didn’t care.

As always, physical pain could not overcome mental pain.

I felt a strong sense of life heading towards me.

“A LittleDeedTalker.”

How? Why? Before I could think of it, the air that filled my cavity became distorted.

Something very large moved. In no time, the cavity fills with sound.

The sound of countless undead rushing towards me at once. But even that is as good as nothing compared to the sound that will happen soon.

I saw the dragon’s paws filling my vision.