Fly, jump, roll, crawl down the ground and dodge the fucking dragon attack.
The earth and the rocks where I dodged collapse, bounce, and every few moments drastically change its terrain.
A streak of tension that doesn't give me a break either.
- The damn dragon attack itself was still capable of somehow seeing through.
Because for having the title 'usurper', the fucking dragon attack is honest and easy to read the track of that attack. Even though I say it's easy to read, the attack is imminent in front of you the moment you blink.
Perhaps until now, because he is an overwhelming strong man, but therefore all his enemies have crushed him with the crushing of power, he does not know that he mixes falsehood with the attack.
You brain-muscle bastards.
And then again, thanks to this demon king's body.
I've often thought that my eyes seemed to have very good motor vision because they were 'demonic eyes', and I was able to capture his attacks in a critical and genuine way.
... and maybe the title of his usurper will count toward the title of Crime Department.
Thanks to this, the effect of my title of 'Convict' has been applied and there may be an adjustment in the status.
But, well... still, at the end of the day when the concentration runs out, I'll be reincarnated into ground beef as it is.
"What happened to your prestige earlier? Hmm? '
The attack of paying for a fucking dragon with a mocking look on his face, I defeat myself to the point of falling to the ground, and swing my sins through the arms of the fucking dragon above.
Sins don't get played!
I guess there's also a reason that just where I attacked was the thin spot of the scale.
But it is true that the guilty man tore the flesh of the fucking dragon and made it bleed.
When I tried it on the refi material I got, I had no teeth at all...... I guess the scales on him are softer than those on the refi.
"Oh? What's up? Bugs are attacking me and I'm bleeding."
…………
Intense magical reaction.
That's right at my feet.
I try to leave the scene immediately, but I don't make it, explosion.
The ground at my feet bursts, and the momentary delay and intense impact strikes me.
"Kahoo."
My body rolls off like a garbage scum, hits the big rock around and stops.
My lungs don't breathe air well into that impact and my breathing stops for a moment.
"- Ha, ha..."
I force myself to take a deep breath and pump oxygen into my body, flogging my aching body and getting up.
And where I put my weapon - in front of me, the fucking dragon fangs loom.
I try to throw my whole body out and roll away from the spot, and immediately rebuild my posture and wield sin on its neck muscle, but did you warn me that the blade of sin had passed earlier? The fucking dragon clasps his neck with a leopard.
In addition, he swung a spin with Grunn on the spot, gaining momentum on his own tail.
It's like a soft whip, but the attack on the tail of Oki's thickness hits my body straight, and again I'm blown away, bouncing the ground a few times before finally stopping.
Heavy blunt pain in a ticking vision.
A consciousness that is about to disappear, if at all distracted.
"Look, Lefisios! This man and others are just masters of mouth and his strength is the same as dust mustard! I still deserve what you're with!
…………
Refi tied his mouth cuddly, looked at me more closely, and wouldn't move with his arms together.
Believe me, I'll do something, I won't move.
"... now. There's no way a self-absorbed bastard like Temehe deserves Leffi. Idiot, you didn't say that."
Spit out the words so that I squeeze them out. I just ran out of thigh potions, so I took a new potion out of the item box and shouted it all at once.
- There's only one reason I'm still alive.
That's because this fucking dragon is missing out on me recovering and getting back in shape.
Perhaps you want to shake me as hard as you can, make me look like a leffy, and appeal to your own power.
This fucking dragon can't help but despise me.
Ha... even so, it's no use.
Refi finally knows (...) about my indifference, etc (...).
I wonder how long he thinks me and Leffi will be together every day.
We already know what each other is like, what their personalities are like, and so on, in a dense day.
I'm not living with Dada every day.
"Hun, the unusually crawling squatter is right. You're the misery worms deserve right now."
"Ugh, let's. I'm telling you, even bugs are strong."
Especially with ants and bees. They will surely fall into the category of the mighty in this forest.
Exhaling roughly, I wake up with my recovered body poking my arms to the ground, guilty and confronting the fucking dragon again.
But... the fucking dragons aren't going to give me respite.
That's how you get up, and at the same time, your crisis detection skills tell you, danger from the rear left.
Without looking at you, diving forward and avoiding it, Gwen and something will pierce where I was until earlier.
In avoiding that, only for a moment did it appear in my sight - it was a thick spear, made of black monochrome.
Probably some kind of magic used by the Black Dragon.
It was me who managed to dodge that one shot... but the crisis that crisis detection skills convey doesn't end with that.
If you noticed, there were black spears floating all around me, three hundred and sixty degrees, similar to the one I have now.
That, when I recognize it, jumps at the same time!
"Chi!!
Roll down the ground, play with sin, twist yourself and cast a black spear flying in.
But dodging all of those black spears that had been deployed would never materialize, and dozens would plunder my body and take the meat away, and a few pierced my body and stop.
"Hey gi -"
Desperately guarding prevents only fatal injuries, but suddenly Gakun and his powers fall out of his leg on their own, poking him in the knee, whether he has stabbed him in the disgust of his leg.
That looms in front of me - the tail of a fucking dragon.
Naturally, I couldn't avoid the attack, and the black spear struck me hard on the tail with a needle rat, floating and blowing the universe three times.
"- Ckkaha, ha......!!
Apparently, for a moment, my consciousness was flying away. By the time I realized I was rolling on the ground and the blue sky was full of vision.
Stopped breathing resumes, and the lungs, the heart, palpitate violently as fresh air comes in.
Likewise, he treats me to a full course of pain with no extra body. It hurts so badly that I'm about to sneak around the ground crying out loud.
I pull out all the black spears left stabbed in my body with my trembling hands, dripping my bumps and blood, and open the item box again.
When you take the potion out of that void rift, you no longer drink it, but you crush the bottle in the palm of your hand with all the billions, and hang that liquid on your body.
"Will you still die? That mean life force, that boulderworm."
On the annoying side that makes you feel like you can afford it, to a fucking dragon that mocks you like that, I...
"... hehe"
- I laughed.
"hehe, hehe... hehe"
Well, look like fun. Shake my shoulder.
Laughing, I get up flat as if I were a ghost.
- Ready, ready.
"... have you finally touched your mind? I don't know how miserable you are."
Against a fucking dragon staring down at me with his scornful eyes, I am.
"Oi, fuckin 'dragon - foot, watch out"
Nii, and heavily distorted the end of his mouth, and - it was (...) left open all the time (...) of the menu, pressed one button.
- Immediately after, the ground at the foot of the fucking dragon disappears.
Black Dragon breaks down, follows gravity, and falls into its hole.
"Wha..."
Poked by surprise, it is at the end of the big hole in the ground where the fucking dragon fell as-is a sword mountain whose cuttings have a poisonous colour, and whose momentum stretches well toward heaven rather than metaphor.
Fucking dragons flap their wings and dodge into the sky... but you, wingman. The prospect is that you will avoid it that way.
A fucking dragon giant who jumped up in that way touches the traps of countless magic formations that have specially spent DP to anchor it in the air, which activates in chains, and one explosion after another.
Explosive flames dyeing the space.
Ground-shaking roar.
- Eventually, the black smoke showed up before it cleared up, a little coal, a fucking dragon with some damage all over his body to spy on.
Good, looks like it worked right.
If I'd only done this and done zero damage or something, I'd have cried at the boulder.
"Grr, you, little clever imitation...... Grr!!
"Hehe... I behaved a lot for most of the DP I had for Temehe. Don't hesitate to take it."
In an attempt to summon a new subordination, I converted the arsenals I got at Leffi's former residence some time ago and accumulated them in storage on a demonic hunt I've been doing for a long time now, so using almost all of the DP that was a pretty luxurious value, there's now an endless stretch of traps around here that I continue to install with Kosoko while even being bogged down by a fucking dragon, and the trap I activated earlier.
Minefields are not easy.
This is no longer transformed into a place where death is scattered: if the opponent is not outside the standard of being a dragon or something, he stepped off the path (...) momentarily to the afterlife (...).
- From the beginning, this is what I was after.
Fighting and winning from the front against a guy with such an overwhelming difference in power is about as brave as the brave guy in the story.
And I'm not a brave man unless I'm the character in the story.
If so, such an ordinary person - no, I, the general demon king, naturally have no choice but to use my sleazy hands on the evil, cowardly means of sighing in order to beat a fuzzy, poor strength opponent.
Above all, I'm the law, I'm the world, the 'dungeon'.
If I had a winning hand, I'd have no choice but to rely on that power.
- Please, Mr. Dungeon. Hey, I can't lose. Provide me with all the cowardly means.
And you don't mind being eaten a cup by someone you've been scattering and fooling around with, against a fucking dragon with an angry look on his face, I laughed at Nitanita and said to him all the time here.
"Well - let's start the second round"