I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

Fei-Long (Wyburn) greets us with a voice of intimidation that shows the utmost vigilance. They don't have vocal cords, they're scratches like cats and snakes. If I had hair, I might have stood up like a cat.

Well, if a wingless creature (...) walks through the air, be wary. "If we get any closer, we'll attack." It's a step in the air. I wonder what Skywalk looks like.

It's still about a hundred meters away from him, but if you make him a flying creature like this, it's as good as nothing. For Fai-lone and for me.

It was me and Dad, Woo and Pee who came out to hunt the dragon. I was going to leave Pee, but I had to bring her here because she pinched the dumplings so much. I've never seen a kid lying on the ground in a comic book before. Pee, who was crying and raising her ultrasonic golden trumpet, is now sitting on Wu's back with Niconiko's face. Okay, I'll get a ride later, too. Riding a dog is one of my dog dreams.

My usual adventurer style, my father's old anti-monster gear such as shields and one-handed sticks, leather armor, Woo and Pee remain the usual.

"Then drop Ola and Flying Dragon off to the ground. I'll take care of the rest."

"Nh, okay. Be careful."

If I use my magic, the hunt is over in an instant. That's the safest and most efficient way. But I dare leave this to my father. That's what Dad wanted. That's what it's like to be a father, or to be a father. I know how it feels because the contents are too. That's why I don't object. But I don't want to get hurt or poisoned. I could help you sneak up on the flat surface and increase your defenses.

Conveniently, there was a place about two sides of the volleyball court at my feet, so I went down there. If you look closely, you can see the piled stones there. Maybe it used to be a pig colony.

The dragon that saw it came after us and attacked us as it was. The target... is me. Maybe I thought it was just the right size as a prey. You must have the nerve to bite and take it into the air, but you're closing in with your mouth open without slowing down.

Gaeeon!

A flying dragon hits the invisible plane in front of you and is bounced back and falls to the ground. Ah, the upper front teeth are broken and flying. It looks painful.

"Now, Beta!

My father ran toward a flying dragon hovering around on the ground. That's a pretty good foot. It is an unnatural form with a forward tilt with a shield in front of the body, but it quickly reaches the dragon.

Oops, not only am I watching, but I have to work. Install and fix one invisible plane to cover the hunting ground square, about 3 meters above the surface. The dragon can no longer escape. All we have to do is cover Dad when he's in danger.

The dragon that noticed his father approaching stops getting violent and calms down. Four feet with wings on the ground like forelegs. Somewhat like a bat. He opens his mouth and makes a threatening sound, but his mouth is already bloody. I don't know whether the red and black inside is the original product or whether it is caused by bleeding.

Wu La!

Ignoring the sound of intimidation, Father pushed the head of the dragon from below with his left hand shield. A few teeth fly from the mouth of a dragon that was forced to close. Now, if we can get out of here, we'll starve to death without food.

The flying dragon that was hit in the head was only halfway up, but he immediately adjusted his posture and turned his head towards his father.

However, the club that was held in Dad's right hand during that number of shuns was shaken. A practical stick is sucked into the side head of a flying dragon that just turned around, just by wrapping the leather belt around a spindle-shaped piece of steel that is about 60 centimeters long. A splendid combination of blunt weapons (shields) and blunt weapons (sticks). You won't be able to stand a blunt maniac. I don't know if there's such a maniac.

After a blow to the side of the head, the flying dragon collapsed without straining, and his head bounced on the ground. Was your consciousness flying?

"Decide! Ulaulaulaulaulaulaulaulaugh!!"

Father used a stick to bash the head of a fallen dragon. "I won't stop hitting you until you cry! I feel like '. Jesus Christ.

Whether the beating awakened him or not, Flying Dragon quickly wakes up and jumps back away from his father. I can see a lot of damage from the scales everywhere, but I'm still agile. That's a monster, a great endurance.

The flying dragon spreads its wings to escape into the air, keeping the momentum of the jump. However, the upwardly swinging wings came into contact with the plane I installed and broke balance and fell.

"Pee-chan, Fei-Lung is using magic right now, okay?

"Peep? When you were pimping?

"That's right. I magically tried to lighten my body, move my wings and fly."

And don't forget Pee's education. I want some harvest now that I've brought you here.

Like giant dragonflies, Feilong uses magic as an aid to fly. I definitely saw the magic flow in front of me. Acceleration (acceleration) control (control) magic. It generates upward gravity on itself and flies with the force of its wings. Perhaps most of the giant monsters flying in the sky are flying this way.

... so, is it really true that Argna uses wind magic for acceleration control? You must have understood instinctively how to use practical magic. That's the Beast. If I had wings, I might have flown.

Father's stick is still close to the head of the flying dragon, which collapsed its balance and crashed again. Feilong, who was reluctant to be hit in the head, turned his head and avoided a blow, but this time his father's aim was not the head.

The swinging stick hits the base of the right shoulder and the area of the clavicle of the dragon. I heard the sound of a raw tree crumbling down to me about ten meters away. That's settled.

The flying dragon, unable to raise its right wing, made a third sound of intimidation as it backed down. I don't think it was my mind that sounded like I was begging for my life. But it was Feilong who attacked first. That would mean that insects are too good.

Blunt instrument.

Blunt instrument.

Blunt instrument.

And a blunt instrument.

After the last blow, the skull collapsed, causing the body to bounce bigger for a moment, the flying dragon stopped moving.

My father is sweating all over his body, but he's not hurt anywhere. It's a complete victory.

Hmm. No, it's been a long time since Feilonglong, but it was easier than I thought!

"Good night, Dad. That was cool!

"Nahaha, don't let it shine! Then I'll drain the blood and take it home!

My father scratches his head in the light. Half of it is flattering, but it is true that there was something to keep an eye on the move. Quick stepping in and a lot of trouble not letting the opponent do anything. The power to wave iron masses exceeding 10 kilometers with one hand, and the health that can sustain them. Dad, it's really strong.

Catch a flying dragon upside down on a flat surface and cut off its neck to drain blood. Looking only at the cut head, the horns don't grow, and they don't change to normal lizards. I feel like my eyes are slightly lined up in front of me. The eyes are slightly protruding because my father depressed my head. Don't be afraid, stick.

"Speaking of which, Dad, why are you using sticks? Isn't the sword easier to use?

Actually, it's been a question for a while. Not many adventurers use clubs. Mostly swords or spears. Actually, was your dad a blunt weapon maniac? Slaughter gentleman Glenn?

"A sword cuts your skin, scales, and makes you useless? If you're selling materials, you'd better have less scratches. Blades are only used when there are too many prey."

Surprisingly realistic! Indeed, adventurers earn a living by selling materials from their hunted prey, so the materials are in better condition, selling at a higher price. Skin with many cuts and holes is worthless.

In a hunt game, a blunt weapon was an unfavourable weapon that could not cut out the material. But in reality, is it advantageous for a blunt object to have a high-quality material? That game wasn't packed that far. Or was it judged unnecessary... No, because the material I took was used to enhance the equipment, I should have recognized the importance of the material. I guess it wasn't packed. Unfortunate fact you will notice now.

The demolished dragon will be stored in my flat container and taken back. The internal organs were basically discarded, but only the lever was greasy like foie gras and it seemed delicious, so I took it home. Lightly roasted and drizzled with salt... oops, saliva.

Come on, let's party for the Grilled Dragon! Let's eat!!