Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～

Because of the dissonance between the two Sai Lanes, or distorted vision. I feel nauseous.

I can't think of anything anymore.

Based on this feeling, the state of [confusion] is abnormal. … is this the skill of [confusion song]?

I hit my head with momentum while my intentions were clear.

"Gah!?

The other scream sounded, but it was worth it and cleared my thoughts slightly.

Just because there's a stonehead right next door, don't be a countermeasure to the mess.

Healing specialization makes it a plus to be ready for damage and attack as much as you want.

Aro seemed ready to use his skills with his hands on my head, but he grinned and pulled his hand like he was relieved when he looked at me.

... If you hadn't disarmed yourself, you'd have been smacked in the head with magic skills.

I turn to Trent and Nightmare.

Nightmare was squatting to the ground, bending his legs and shrinking.

I guess you know that if you move poorly, it won't be a Loc thing.

Exactly.

Being able to stop moving at all is also a problem in some situations, but clearly now that I'm enduring it with the support of Alo and myself, I'd rather have Nightmare and Trent, who tend to get their feet together, do it and solidify.

Trent was... fluttering, walking around away from me.

You're usually confused!

Have them split the goodness of the Nightmare procedure just for a minute!

"Greece aaaaaaaaa!"

As Trent increases his ambition, the circle of black light spreads around Trent.

[Gravity] skills.

I haven't heard him raise his voice like this in a while.

It seems Trent has unleashed his own magic. [Gravity] has succeeded in putting heavy pressure on me, Aro and Nightmare, who are within range.

Aro manages to stay on one knee, relying on my neck, but Nightmare is just squatting where a mysterious wave of gravity hits him and his toes are stuck in the ground.

... you won't be wrapped around with yarn later.

"GOOOOOO!"

I scream and release a [sickle] into the crack of Sai Lane.

Just distorted vision and uncertain well. [Sickle] went through far below Seylane.

K, shit! Want me to head up a little bit...?

Another Sai Lane unleashes a [sickle] toward my back.

I played it with my tail tip and scratched it off.

The two Sai Lanes circle around me playing discord.

... This behavior of Seylane is quite harsh now that you're disturbing your concentration.

If you turn your consciousness to one side, you will be neglected to the other. In that gap, Seylan on the other side tries to strike at the Aros.

Thoughts deviate in dissonance while thinking about dealing with it….

I didn't think extra, maybe I should focus on one thing now.

No matter how much I think about it, I'm full of things to do right now.

Then you should focus on it and not see anything else now?

There shouldn't be much room for the MPs of the Seylans or the Adams.

If you shoot a [sickle] for no reason, it will be the Seylans who will be tough.

Then sooner or later, Seylan, anxious to win or lose, is bound to change his methods of warfare.

That would be the next best thing. There's got to be a bigger gap than what's going on. You want to wait till then?

I only turn my mind to dealing with the flying [sickle] while trying to calm down my spirit.

From time to time Aro seemed to make a chunk of sand out of [Clay] and hit Trent to make him regain his sanity.

When they can afford it, they make a tornado out of [Gaelic], and they have two seilanes in tow.

Two seylanes revolve around me, I deal with [sickles], Trent uses [gravity] and [claysphere] on his side, and Aro restores confused Trent to sanity.

That repetition continued, a plain battle was unfolding.

As we do so, the frequency of the [sickle] in Seylan gradually drops.

You're getting tired of singing, and my [confusion] symptoms are getting better.

I guess it's about time Mr. over there ran out of afterwards.

I glanced at the gap and multiplied Aro's [Gael] to fly the [sickle] to one crack of Seylane.

But due to the fact that it was not yet sufficient and the fact that he was alert, Seylan slipped his flight speed and scratched the [sickle] after dodging the gael with minimal movement.

By chance, Trent's [Kreisphere], in short, the earth sphere, was hit.

Seylane, who had exhausted her spirit from continuing to dodge my imminent death strike as she continued to sing, wished that Mr. Trent, who continues his bizarre behavior, was completely out of consciousness.

It didn't look like it was going to be a lot of damage, but it seemed to motivate Seylan to give up his current methods of warfare.

Seilane, who receives the [Claysphere], shakes her neck and removes dirt from her face with great distortion.

Then he turned to one Seylan.

Thereafter, Seylan and the others continue to play discord, but narrow the radius of the circle around me as I move, approaching me like I'm winding more and more vortexes.

As I come closer, I can hear the singing firmly for that matter, and I feel worse and worse.

But if it's close, there's no element I lose.

Come if you want. Both, I'll bust you with one blow.

I was just getting tired of the spiritual attacks that kept me sloppy too.

Seylan's chorus changed the tune.

The high and low disturbing discord meshes inadvertently, turning into a dreary, intense song.

At the same time, my disturbed spirit keeps calming down.

I don't feel abnormal, but... [song of death]? Then we need to finish it fast.

I put a lot of effort into my forelegs.

Tickled, Nightmare waking up as he crawled to the ground.

A sphere of black light rises before Nightmare's body.

[Darksphere] skills.

Since the confusion song is gone, I thought there was something I could do, so I tried using [Darksphere].

But Seylan is much faster than Nightmare.

Though I stopped singing to it, there should still be [confusion] aftermath.

I don't think I'm going to get a decent aim... do you have any ideas?