Ch.138Origin (2)

Something incomprehensible happened.

It was sudden and inexplicable.

But Llewellyn understood what this was from the moment the blood that had been Lorian enveloped his body.

At the same time, it was something Llewellyn had never anticipated.

Until now, Llewellyn had believed that the three clans did not possess unique weapons, but instead only had powerful physical bodies and special abilities.

But that wasn’t true. This was clearly a unique weapon, and moreover, it was an Origin.

Origin—a name typically used when a contractor powerfully borrows the strength of a transcendent being.

And not just a manifestation, but an embodiment. Not something newly acquired and used, but something created after studying the Origin for a long time.

Since when had the three clans used Origins, and why hadn’t he known about it?

What form did the Origins of other clans take, and did all bloodlines use Origins like Lorian’s?

He had many questions but didn’t ask them. Given the unfavorable situation, Llewellyn instead composed himself.

First, his regeneration accelerated. Even without using divine power, his entire body regenerated rapidly as if using divine power to heal.

His body overflowed with strength. Much stronger than Llewellyn’s original power, faster, and more agile.

He couldn’t say he was more solid, but this level was sufficient.

And what about the armor? Llewellyn watched as the blood sluggishly extended outward to collect fragments of the broken armor.

The armor reattached to his body, with the blood hardening like adhesive to secure it. As the armor pieces were joined together, many things flowed into Llewellyn’s mind.

The first thing that flowed into his consciousness was techniques accumulated over a long time.

Martial arts built up when Lorian’s body was only suitable for fighting, when he was a blood knight.

Swinging a sword, and swinging it again, beheading traitors, killing escaped test subjects.

All those sword trajectories. Countless accumulated techniques.

Sword skills engraved to the level of instinct. They were seeping into Llewellyn’s consciousness.

It was clearly abnormal. But Llewellyn didn’t mind.

Rather, Llewellyn found stability in the blood that enveloped his body.

Strangely, despite having to fight alone, he didn’t feel like he was facing the enemy by himself.

Instead, it felt as if Lorian was right beside him, which somehow made him feel reassured.

So he didn’t even notice when the prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder moved to grip the execution sword with both hands and aim it.

The moment the blunt tip of the execution sword pointed at the golem.

Llewellyn saw certain emotions and thoughts seeping into his consciousness.

They weren’t his own. They came from Lorian, who had become one with him, from the blood moving ceaselessly in the form of armor.

Thus, Llewellyn felt and pondered Lorian’s emotions.

Lorian’s emotions, thoughts, and reasons for loyalty toward him.

The uneasiness directed at the figure of “Father” lurking beyond.

Llewellyn sympathized, but there wasn’t much time to face other emotions right now.

Llewellyn exhaled, feeling his heart beating more intensely as he stepped forward.

Lorian followed. His feet felt light.

He raised both arms. He aimed the hand axe in his left hand forward and held the Star Blade at an angle, letting it hang behind him.

Usually, short weapons don’t take the lead, but North Wind was an exception. It had already become clear after exchanging a few blows. North Wind was a purely defensive weapon.

Throwing it was enough to catch the enemy off guard and create variables. Its main role lay in the wind. Llewellyn pointed at the golem with his hand axe and took his stance.

The stance he had been using until now was refined.

His legs weren’t spread too wide, and his feet were angled to allow him to move forward, backward, or sideways at any moment.

His arms were flexible yet firmly set for sword strikes, and his waist, which had been overworked, skillfully supported his center of gravity.

Just his posture had changed. His bearing had transformed.

One might think nothing would change from just that, but in reality, everything was different.

His lacking techniques had been completed.

The golem twisted its mouth as it faced the tingling presence.

“You’ve fallen, and fallen again.”

Swoosh, the trajectory blurred. Llewellyn also flew forward. His legs, which had been injured multiple times and couldn’t move properly, now moved perfectly with Lorian’s power.

The red blurring trajectory and the bronze trajectory collided. The cave shook violently, and the golem saw its extended fist miss and slide off.

It was the hand axe. The wind blown by North Wind twisted the golem’s fist and its trajectory, and the axe blade formed from wind completely deflected the punch.

It missed. Next came the Star Blade. A trajectory blurring red. As the golem twisted its head to avoid it, the execution sword struck down from above.

CLANG!

Crossing its arms to block, a gash was carved into its arms. The golem gritted its teeth.

“You merge with filth and even use filth’s techniques against me!”

The space trembled at the shout. Whether it was a hidden move or not, Llewellyn’s body shook roughly, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Naturally, the armor made of blood was damaged, but.

The golem’s follow-up kick didn’t connect. The execution sword bent its trajectory and struck down as if it had been waiting.

With a clang, the golem’s leg was pushed back, and Llewellyn finally knew what he needed to do.

Trust Lorian.

Just as Lorian trusted him rather than Father, he needed to trust his blood knight who had pledged loyalty to him.

Llewellyn moved together with Lorian.

Thus, the black knight with four arms moved violently.

Swinging the axe to aim for the neck, then blocking the ensuing attack with the execution sword and spinning.

The golem’s strength was abnormal. There was some secret to it. But there was no need to figure out the principle.

Llewellyn was a warrior and Lorian was a knight. Analyzing beyond knowing what the enemy possessed wasn’t their forte.

Lorian’s will seeped in, and Llewellyn spun as he brought down the Star Blade. The swung Star Blade cut into the cave floor and stuck there, but then it came up diagonally to strike the golem’s arm.

At the moment of direct hit, the golem twisted its arm to deflect the sword strike. It was working. Llewellyn’s eyes scattered a chilling white light, leaving a white trajectory.

The golem’s crystal pupils followed that trajectory, and its two fists accelerated in succession as its foot drew a splendid arc.

CLANG CLANG CLANG!

The continuous sound of metal. The sound of thrusting the axe repeatedly, swinging the Star Blade, wielding the execution sword to deflect attacks, blocking, and counterattacking.

Technical mastery opened countless options that Llewellyn had never had before. His brain heated up, and like a blood knight who could manipulate blood to enhance his brain, the warrior handled the calculations needed to endure.

The perfect vessel. Something Netel would rightfully covet.

The golem’s mouth twisted again. Thud, the golem stopped by stomping its foot.

A roar came. The moment Llewellyn hesitated, the golem, as if it had been waiting, released its stance and kicked out.

SLASH!

“…Kuk!”

A strike aimed at the neck. If the blood armor hadn’t been concentrated there, his neck would have been severed by that single blow. Llewellyn’s feeling of dread was momentary.

He felt Lorian’s emotions and thoughts.

Don’t be afraid. He was with him.

As long as he was there, he wouldn’t let him fall.

The kindness from “Father” that kept surfacing, and the loyalty beyond that which pushed it away.

His heart warmed. Even knowing he had been brainwashed, even though all those emotions could be fake.

Lorian had made his own decision. For the first time, Llewellyn thought Lorian was cool.

He wanted to be like that too.

So he didn’t stop. Llewellyn, who seemed to be pushed back, suddenly braked and then accelerated forward. The blood arm that had been holding the execution sword became a tail and pushed Llewellyn forward.

What followed was a magnificent flying roundhouse kick.

Due to the sudden rapid acceleration, the golem crossed its arms, and as a large gash was carved into its arms, its body was lifted into the air. It was heavy. Somehow different from the martial arts used until now.

In the meantime, Llewellyn handed over the Star Blade to the prosthetic arm and gripped the execution sword in his left hand.

It was heavy. Incredibly so.

Not just simple weight, but the center of gravity was like that. A weight that could be called a blunt weapon.

But Llewellyn’s excellent sense of balance and strength handled it. Llewellyn shot forward, and countless blood-red trajectories were carved.

Swinging down the hand axe, sweeping away arms with the execution sword, and then a sharp front kick.

Just as the golem barely raised its hands to block, the foot stopped and planted firmly. And simultaneously, the Star Blade came down. Several of the golem’s fingers, extended reflexively, were cut off.

The bronze golem’s fingers disappeared, denting the cave floor as they hit it.

Heavy. Somehow managing to move with overwhelming weight and mass. He had figured out the secret of its attack power and defense. The tail extending from behind Llewellyn’s body seemed to touch the floor, and Llewellyn’s body rose.

What followed was a kick using both legs. An overwhelming sword strike that seemed like pulling out and throwing a guillotine blade.

Against this, there was only one thing the golem could do.

It quickly crossed its arms to block and flew backward, scattering bronze metal fragments.

The eyes of the landed Llewellyn and the golem met. At that moment when the bright blue crystal eyes met the eyes emitting pure white light.

The trajectories of the two stretched long again as they shot toward each other.

He didn’t know the golem’s strategy. Lorian had never seen such a being for a long time, and Llewellyn had never seen anything like it in games either.

But the same was true for the opponent. Llewellyn stomped the ground hard before the acceleration was complete.

[Explosive Leap]

Llewellyn’s body flew through the message that appeared. Broken letters scattered. The golem “saw” Llewellyn and raised its elbow.

It had absorbed the technique. It could analyze and reproduce that blade-like martial art.

The strategy was also visible. It would likely aim for the neck while stopping acceleration at the last moment, rotating to avoid.

So it would return the same move. It would behead him.

The golem swung its elbow as it saw Llewellyn’s trajectory greatly twisting at the last moment.

The intercepted attack cut through the air, and it felt the sensation of cutting a neck.

It had killed him. Revenge was achieved.

Before it could even feel elation.

The blood receded from where the elbow had cut.

The golem saw the blood-red mist.

“Moon Shadow.”

A woman’s voice softly reciting. Not one but two emergency stops and rotations.

The golem saw Llewellyn positioned at its side.

As the golem’s face twisted in anger.

SWOOSH!

A blade carrying scarlet flames passed through, beheading the golem.