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

I'm going after Thermal, who's taking Miriam away.

He bows his head, breaks the ceiling but pushes on.

After my run, I'm left with huge footprints.

I push through and some floors fall, but I keep chasing them hard.

If we fight in a narrow setting, the advantage is thermal.

But I beat Thermal a lot in status.

The opening due to the difference in rank is huge.

Besides, I lead both Aro and Nightmare.

Seems like it was Thermal's aim to attract him and disperse his power from that place, but even in the present situation, if he bumps into it, it's definitely me who wins.

The other person understands that.

There's got to be some other clear aim.

Nor does Thermal think that taking hostages would pass me by ordering me to die myself.

If I give up Miriam's recapture after over-threatening, Thermal will have to throw away important bills and lose his countermeasures against me and lose his life himself.

In fact, I don't know what to do if Thermal can put Miriam on the shield for excessive measures, either, but attacking that boundary critical with Thermal is too risky.

What Thermal is thinking is to use Miriam to somehow create a range of limits where I come on the battle... where the battle wins or loses will be more than five fifths of a minute.

Like that slime, it's clever.

It's possible Miriam was already dead if he was the one who would storm without thought, so I can't help but say whether it was good or bad in that regard.

A running thermal joins the other Night Slimes.

Five Night Slimes emerge from the Straw Passage.

"Dear Thermal, this situation...!

"One minute...... no, make twenty seconds! Shit, don't resist, little girl! You could have taken me to more barbarity. This way!

Order the Night Slimes, Thermal runs ahead.

Night Slime and the others get in front of me while I'm confused.

"It's a stumbling block to be entrusted!

"Then... [Woodsbomb]! Aim for your feet! Aim for your face!

Night Slime and the others throw out a bullet in my slime body.

Multiple mucus bullets fly at me.

It's a skill that stopped Volk from legging.

I kicked the floor with my hind legs, scratching and pushing through the narrow aisle as I siderolled, waving my nails.

"GOOOOOOOO!"

Play their [Whoosebombs] with their nails and destroy them.

A ruptured splash hangs.

There was a paralysis and pain that dissolved the body surface, but it doesn't matter as much as it does.

On the upper left and lower right walls, the marks of my vicious claws are engraved in a ruinous manner and collapse after they pass.

"Become...! This guy, I don't know what to do...!

I slowly broke through the line of Night Slime and tore the three of them apart with my fingernails as I passed by.

The torn armor and scattered splashes dance.

Nightmare managed to stick with the viscosity of the yarn and Aro was clinging to my back with his enlarged arm.

[I got 1360 EXP.

The effect of [Title Skill [Walking Egg LV: --] gave me 1360 more experience points.

The voice of God conveys to me the acquisition of experience points for the trisomy total.

Escaping from his nails, the crumbling debris falls and is crushed with screams to where the two surviving Night Slimes are squatting.

[I got 940 EXP.

The effect of [Title Skill [Walking Egg LV: --] gave me an additional 940 EXP.

I'm sorry, but I don't mean for you guys to be taking the time as you are.

Thermal, if you're putting me in a trap, come and set me up.

I'll bust you in that gap and try to get Miriam out.

"Ku, damn......! Even at higher levels, in C + rank, there's nothing you can do about it! But no matter how much, no matter, there's a Rogue Heil ahead..."

Thermal looks back at me, and then he looks ahead.

Miriam, who was forcefully drawn to the thermal, stares at the thermal and narrows her eyes as if she were ready.

Mi, Miglia,, I'm gonna do something. Bye......

Indeed, shortly after I have raised my awareness of the crisis to me, my consciousness of nature and thermal is diminishing from Milia.

Now must be a good time for Miriam to set it up, but with her and Thermal, there's too much openness to strength in whatever it takes.

"... valid is Range Attack! Fire Magic [Fireball]!"

Miriam's hand attaches to Thermal's right shoulder.

At the next moment, using the contact area as its starting point, the flaming sphere swelled and burst where it became two apples in diameter.

The flaming sound sounds.

In the smoke, I saw Thermal's face cramped into anger.

"So you said you wanted me to stay out of shape, didn't you? You know, whatever you do, it doesn't matter. Wouldn't you rather not piss me off?

Thermal's right hand hasn't moved slightly with Miriam grabbed.

No changes have occurred in the arms. Oddly enough, there's no change in the clothes you see between the smokes either.

Clothes were also produced using slime bodies, which are part of the body, so I guess they are closer to the body's body than costumes, and do not pass in a semi-productive attack.

Rather, Miriam is caught up in and coughing up a deliberate outburst of magic of her own.

Milia's arm, which she hit directly, is badly burned and burned from thumb to palm and near her wrist.

But it wasn't pointless.

As Thermal noticed all the time, he jumped to the end of the aisle, grabbing Miriam.

The [sickle] that I was releasing with Miriam's [fireball], the blade of the two vacuums, one to the misguided, the other to plunder over the head of the thermal and fly straight up.

The severed hair returns to the mucus in the universe and dances to the floor.

Thermal follows the wind blade with his eyes and smiles as he distorts his face.

"Dangerous, dangerous... Did you aim for the moment when the smoke made my vision worse and I got a close explosion and picked up the sound and made it hard? You're a little late for a reaction. It wasn't a bad attack that just poked through the gap. I almost got my head cut off by accident, too. It's just that judgment is too naive"

Thermal turned his gaze back on me.

"Did you rush the battle? Or does this woman care, going out? Anyway, you think I can't kill this little girl because I'm running out of countermeasures? If so, that's shallow too. I have no choice but to live or kill. As a rush, we can also take steps. You mean to poison her face and ruin this girl's beautiful face, or rot her legs and make her impossible to walk for the rest of her life? Look, this is a penalty for you guys. It's easier for me to walk when I'm a little more compact."

Thermal hands touch the base of Miriam's left foot.

At about the same time, two [sickles] passing backwards broke down the ceiling and the curved wall.

At the end of Thermal's eye, which was distracted and looked behind him, the debris piled up and sealed off the passage.

"Ugh... I, Ilsia! You, aim this way from the start...!

Thermal is slime.

Even one person would be able to escape through the rubble gap.

But you can't take Miriam.

I'll have to put it down and run away.

Here we take Miriam back and rendezvous with Volk, surely destroying him individually from the Mephisto.

Worst of all, the Demon King can escape... but for one thing, he can kick these guys out of the Ardezian kingdom, and drastically reduce their fighting power.

Rather than rushing to a settlement, I choose someone who can definitely get rid of the predicament here with the worst in mind.

Honestly, Lilixiela's behavior is too unreadable to place a bet on attacking here.

I'm sure Lilixiela thinks that if she gets caught, the human side is game over, but she's too cautious nonetheless.

I know she has her thoughts, too, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't feel very happy being put in a mouth truck and risking my people's lives.