I Became the Wrong Race

49 – And the Dragon (2)

I reflexively raised my sword.

The action of cutting is already familiar to the body. The defensive move you had in hand when you gained the proficiency bonus.

However, as soon as I made the move, I realized it was a mistake. The front paws that filled the sight before my eyes were huge and heavy.

It is not an attack that can be blocked. Thanks to the rules Grim Darker was based on, there was a way to calculate such attacks differently.

An attack that cannot be defended against, but must be avoided and turned around to run away.

This was the case with an exploding ball of flame, the dragon’s breath, a falling stone, or an attack that was too large.

An attack that is calculated by entering the range rather than hitting the target. It is a range attack.

An attack that is calculated as half damage if you dodge it based on whether you barely dodged it by throwing your body with your Dexterity modifier or not.

I knew at that moment that this was such an attack.

I should have thrown myself now and avoided the attack. Unless I do that, there is only one outcome for me.

Crushed. You may be able to survive with the powerful vitality that comes from 22 points of health, but it would be dangerous if you injure your neck even a little in the process.

You could die. As I thought about the possibilities, a plan automatically came to mind.

This was even before the sound of “Chaeok!” Could be heard.

The front foot that touched my body was pushed back greatly, and the armor covering part of my body exploded, releasing countless fragments.

It was the effect of an iron man. The moment I was hit, I used my reflexes to their full potential and activated Iron Man.

The falling debris ripped through my front feet and pushed me away, and I was able to avoid the attack by relying on the backlash.

Then a front paw swept over the spot where I was. I rolled backwards a few laps and finally stopped.

My body ached. In fact, it felt like the pain was penetrating all the way to the bone marrow of the part that was torn as the fragments poured out.

It hurts. I feel like I’m going to die from pain. But it didn’t die. If you want to go in that direction, you have to hold on now.

I threw myself away from death falling straight at my head.

Then the ground shook and pieces of stone bounced in all directions. It’s already getting even more dented and split in the cavernous floor.

I barely got up, but I had no time to steady myself. Countless undead flocking towards me.

The waves of death rush in recklessly, as if embodying the anger of their mistress.

Only then did I gain a little respect. The soldiers of the three clans who withstood these waves were amazing.

No matter how easy it seemed, there were many cases where it wasn’t so once you got your hands on it. It was still like that now. I desperately raised my sword.

Kang, ka-gang, tsk!

The area around the eyes naturally narrows. There were more than three attacks aimed at me in one breath.

Even after clearing it twice, there was one more attack and the attack was allowed. As soon as I could barely stop myself from kneeling, countless skeletons rushed in.

Oh, I can’t stop this. It was about time that I raised my sword to at least protect my neck.

The head of the skeleton that was running towards me just now was broken, and someone hit the empty spot with his shoulder, sending the skeletons flying.

“Are you okay?!”

It was Isla and the mourner. But there was no time for me to say I was okay.

An eerie feeling running down my spine and a huge pressure hitting me.

There was no need to turn my head. I gritted my teeth and prepared for the helplessness that would soon come.

[Mourning]

Second mourning today. Because I was wary of the extreme fatigue coming to my body, I did not kneel down.

Rather, I almost laid down and kicked the ground and ran.

Quaaa!

Then a loud noise sounded from behind. Traces of the front foot stepping down. But I couldn’t stay still just because I avoided it.

All the undead were rushing to catch me and kill me, but it was because the dragon was drooling saliva and death while looking at me.

The dragon let out a roar. A voice full of hatred no matter who hears it. Hostility to the point of embarrassment.

However, if you think of it as a reward for lying so far, it is not something you cannot understand. The problem is that the roar is accompanied by breath.

So in the end, I had no choice but to kick the ground and jump up.

Fortunately, my reflexes were faster than that of the already dead dragon.

Death boiled over like a flame from where I jumped.

A handful of caught undead are reduced to ashes. Even though it wasn’t really a flame, its action was no different from fire.

If you get caught, you will burn. The only difference is that life is consumed by death.

What if I am right?

No matter how solid the blood and blood-red shade are, if they are hit, they will turn to dust, leaving only the armor behind.

However, just avoiding the breath was not the solution. There was something flying straight at me.

A gust of wind blowing from outside the field of vision. He moved his body in the air and stretched out his hand toward the direction from which the attack was coming.

And the effect of Iron Man is activated. The area where the effect will take effect is the entire vambrace.

With a loud noise, the arms become tangled and the body flies away. A gust of wind blew as my front feet flew through the air, and my body hit the ground in an unstable trajectory.

“Whoa, whoa…” .”

It was painful and I lost a lot of blood, but it was bearable. Isn’t this a playback for this? When I could barely hold my tattered arms together.

A voice suddenly rang in my ears. When I reflexively raised my arm, the arm that was already barely attached was cut off to the bone.

A burning pain rushes through. I was getting used to being cut and stabbed, but I still wasn’t used to being cut.

Even though I know I will regenerate it, a sense of loss comes. With my heart pounding, I couldn’t move.

As I quickly rolled over, a decapitating sword fell aiming for my other arm. When I got up, I saw a girl.

A girl wearing a wide-open skirt and one arm covered with a dark red vambrace.

No, is it a prosthetic hand? This would be the case if the severed arm had not regenerated.

I aimed the star blade, and the girl also aimed her sword with perfect posture.

There was no imbalance like before. Her posture was already perfect in itself.

She was even smiling faintly.

The situation was far from imbalanced.

The enemy who was difficult to deal with because of the dragon, is now in danger due to the dragon’s betrayal.

Even if I were to see her, I would be satisfied with her. She had an uncomfortable expression, but she had just become a girl so she could ignore it.

Anyone can see that I am at a disadvantage. I felt a sense of crisis.

I thought I was going to die here, and even for a moment, random thoughts about what would happen if I died came to mind.

Even though I rarely think about other things, it was like that.

It was true that the closer you get to death, the more you think about it.

Do you mean to look back and organize your life when you are on the verge of death, or to think of a way to avoid death?

I don’t know which one, but dizzying thoughts were floating around in my head.

It wasn’t long after I landed, but to make matters worse, the crazy dragon didn’t attack me or try to melt the blood knight.

It was closer to a wait-and-see attitude.

Rather, it looks like it will melt me at any time if I try to run away.

Escape is impossible.

It would have been nice if Isla or Mourner had run away, but it didn’t seem like that was the case from the sounds I could hear.

A sense of guilt that was beyond my circumstances appeared. He was not one to experience the danger of death.

It was like that even though it wasn’t leisurely. Rather, I wonder if I feel that way because I don’t have much free time.

I saw a girl running towards me.

A girl lightly holds a huge decapitating sword the size of her body and lunges to slash.

The movement was perfect even though the new body I had had was different from the one I was used to before, and the connection between movements was perfected through experience that even I could not match.

Every time you block, your flesh is torn, your armor is dented, and your blood is scattered.

What I am aiming for is my death. Judging by his reputation, it seemed like his goal was to capture me alive.

Is there information to dig up even after death, or is there another intention?

Her onslaughts were attacks that I didn’t think could be completely blocked even with parrying and high defense.

An attack that takes a step and then slams down. I thought I could barely block it, but it flew to the side with the blade and ripped open my shoulder.

When the arm that was regenerating is torn again and falls, the sword strike welcomes me again along with the rotation of the entire body.

Continuous, smooth, yet faithful to the basics of swordsmanship.

It was different from the sword strike that I had with only the power of my fists.

I thought that way without even realizing it while watching that swordsmanship.

It’s beautiful.

So I wanted to imitate it. He did the same thing, but the disappointment was evident in his eyes.

However, the results are similar. The girl engaged me with a frown on her face, and we exchanged swords.

It wasn’t a long time. There was a lot of sum exchanged, but that was entirely my standard.

Eye contact, moving knees.

Felt intention. The target of the attack changed dozens of times.

Such entangled and confused intentions finally collide.

It all felt like the sum of it all. I don’t know if it feels like death is close.

For the first time, I felt that swordsmanship was fun. I felt like fighting was fun.

I was an orphan and had no parents, and I knew that if I fought, my older sister would get in trouble, so I always avoided fighting, and I never went to a shabby Taekwondo gym.

I was really enjoying the fight for now.

And it seemed I wasn’t the only one.

The girl was smiling. Our eyes met, and we realized that similar sentiments were floating in each other’s eyes.

She enjoyed this fight.

No, it was like that from the beginning. So I was sad it ended.

I wanted to hold on to it more, but I knew that wouldn’t work.

Her movements changed. The girl’s body, which was at the edge of her sword attack, suddenly accelerated and passed my body.

The mist of her blood followed her, her left foot dragging in a circle as it stopped.

What remains is a decapitating sword in the left hand that draws a similar circle and a bloody trace left along the trajectory of the decapitating sword.

I could tell where the cut was. I couldn’t feel my body.

The field of view was greatly tilted. Unlike the body tilting, it falls vertically.

The world has been turned upside down. The ground gets closer. As soon as I hit the ground, my vision spins.

Then it stops.

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Before I knew it, I could see my headless body lying on the ground.

His hands wander clumsily and he drops the sword, and his body collapses with his legs twisted as blood spurts from his neck.

The unrealistic sight of my fallen body twitching.

Nevertheless, the boiling fear, abandonment, and guilt quickly disappeared.

Only faces floated through the memories.

The faces of people bleeding to death.

The faces I killed and mourned.

My eyes slowly close.

Excited.

And then I heard a heartbeat that couldn’t be heard.

*

Blood Knight, Lorian, took a breath.

I had to use my sword to cut off the arrows of the shapeshifters who were roaring and exploding in anger right behind me, but now I could take a breather.

The dragon was obsessed with that blood bag. That’s why they attacked Lorian.

It will be different now that the blood bag is dead. I thought so, but

“DaUmIs, YouUh”

The anger of a madman is unpredictable. There is no rationality for a madman.

Blood Knight Lorian had to retreat to avoid the tail swinging at him.

As the floor caved in, a heavy impact ran across the ground, and the undead rushed in to kill the remaining subordinates and blood knights.

It was a miscalculation. If I had known this would happen, it would have been better to save the blood bag and cooperate.

But what has already happened cannot be undone. She gave up and held on tightly to her true sword.

Nerilmaeus must die. It was not Isla’s cold anger, the undead’s blind loyalty, or the dragon Nerilmaeus’ madness that cooled the heat of the struggle that was about to resume.

Something, something very different, made everyone stop.

The dragon that was preparing its breath froze. The lungs trembled and shed the accumulated death.

Isla, who was about to attack in anger, also froze. He had a blank expression.

The undead obeyed their master and stopped, and Blood Knight Lorian and his subordinates also looked somewhere blankly.

In the complete silence, there was a corpse in the direction everyone was looking.

Cheee!

Rising steam and heat. Wounds heal quickly, and corpses that were limp from fatigue and pain slowly move.

“… Lou, Welin?”

Listening to Isla’s devastated voice, it happened.

They remembered.

Mourners are said to be wielding unidentified power.

Even the three clans are completely unaware of the mourners.

Even high-level mourners did not know the details, so no one knew.

Where does their power come from?

How can strength come from the mere act of a person mourning another person?

No one knew. All attempts to find out were in vain, and no archmage could come up with an answer.

However.

Nevertheless.

One thing was certain.

Whatever the entity that gave that power, it was saddened by death.

[Your level has increased.]

The mere fact that a person mourns another person is enough to provide power without compensation.