I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"I'm kidding. Ooh!"

Captain to summon, but no longer, there is nothing we can do. Wave, let the two young men leave as planned and head to the village before turning back to the Orga herd with the rest of the Dwarves.

... but then, ahead, there's nothing I can do. There's more than twenty mutant orgasms that finally held in for seven. Moreover, with the addition of a few superior species of orgasm, there is no chance of winning.

Even if we stick it in from ourselves, it will only kick us in the ass, and if we destroy ourselves early, we will be chased by the two who let us escape. Here, expecting the 'Red Pledge' girls to scratch it, stab a stop at the wounded and weak orga and circle. That's all I have.

But how many amazing girls and how many, but also including the superior species of special individuals, only the first blow at best works somewhat. The rest, before number, force and endurance, would be crushed in an instant.

But even use it to buy a lot of time, even a minute or a second, for the two people who let them escape. That is the winning goal of the 'out-of-the-way game' that I play, pawning the lives of my fellow and collaborating, still young human girls. Responsibility takes the form of going to hell with oneself.

When the captain solidified such a grievous resolve.

"Whoa, whoa! Secret moves," EX (Extra) - True - Divine Speed Sword "!

"Supreme Mistress, God's Sword of Destruction!

"Wow, that's cooler! It's sloppy, miles!

"I don't know! Think of a cooler name for yourself!

"Fire Spear ah!

"Drill Javelin '!!

The orgasms continued to reduce their numbers in good order. And you have a good view of it, Dwarves.

…………

Maybe we can keep this up? When the Dwarves began to think so.

"Guh!"

It devoured the strong blow of the superior species on the flank and Mavis was blown away.

Even if you were tapping lightly, you were never sweet or alarmed by the battle. However, Mavis, who thought the battle was going to be a little prolonged due to his strong enemies and high numbers, was careful not to make too many impossible moves. Otherwise, because Mavis' body, which is doping with Micros, reaches its limits in the middle of the battle and falls into non-combat.

It means Mavis' death, and it also means the destruction of a party that has lost a powerful avant-garde corner, plus the total annihilation of the recapture unit.

Therefore, the forceful movement, manoeuvre at unscrupulous speeds, which placed a great strain on Mavis' flesh, was kept to a minimum, so that it was inevitable to avoid attacks by lateral entry of the superior species. Perhaps he misread the mistake because where he was usually used to the speed of the species, he was attacked by speed and power on one rank.

A decent blow to the flank would probably have broken a few bones or so.

"Mr. Mavis!

miles distracted by the blown away Mavis.

No matter how fast and muscular you are, the minds, miles are just as amateur for battle. Yes, in the rush to battle, Miles had the brittleness to even be outed by the upper species of orgasm used to battle.

That, when miles that were dodging or diverting enemy attacks with speed and muscle demands were distracted by other things and disturbed the flow of offense......

"Ahhh!

Miles did not receive the attack of a superior species slapped at the mercy of his power, and although he did so with his sword, he was blown away because he had received its power properly. That is a weakness in mileage with light weight.

Sturdy miles were never injured, but Mavis and Miles were blown together, leaving the Dwarves facing each other decently before the Augs.

…………

Done.

The Dwarves, they all thought so.

But the Dwarves stomp on trembling feet to buy time, even if only marginally.

Two shots of offensive magic were fired in there from the Lenas, but only seriously wounded one of the species and slightly wounded the other.

Lena, who was using stand-alone attack magic to avoid allied shooting, started a hot magic chant ready to shoot allies, just saying she couldn't say such a long thing when this happened. Pauline jumped out of the shade of the shrub and rushed over to the fallen Mavis.

Fortunately, Mavis was pretty much bounced off, so he's far enough away from the Augs. For that reason, even if Pauline went there, there was no such great danger. Then it wasn't a bad decision for Pauline to show up in front of her enemies and approach them in order to increase the healing magic effect.

... miles? Miles of sturdiness had a reputation, and the damage from the blow was prevented from hitting the body directly with a proper sword. Besides, in the first place, the screams were 'shabby'.

If the miles were really badly damaged, the scream was, 'Bye!' Or 'Gu Gu!' It should be something like that, and such a cute scream meant no big deal. So neither Pauline nor Lena were too worried about Miles.

Now, anyway, protect the Dwarves, and to do so, buy Miles and Mavis time to get back on the front. That was everything.

If it is true, Pauline, a skilled hotmagician, is more apt to exercise hot magic against the Auga, knowing that the Dwarves will also be involved. Hot magic, however, can be used for awkward (twisted) but also for Lena, while advanced healing magic can only be used for Pauline. And Mavis' return to the front as soon as possible is of paramount importance, so I couldn't help but share this kind of task.

The closest thing to the blown Mavis was the blown mileage as well. And healing magic can be used for miles as well, but if you have time like that, miles should immediately be interrupted between an org and a dwarf, and should not be used in such a way as to turn to the healing of Mavis. That was also well understood by Mavis, who was rolling to the ground and groaning.

And the unfamiliar hot magic chant took only a little longer than the usual fire magic, and before Lena's chant was over, the orgasms hung on the Dwarves.

Overwhelming.

Armor sleeves touch.

The Dwarves, unable to take on an august of power, are crushed and blown one after the other. Only the Dwarves have managed to spare only instant death, even if their hands and feet have been broken, their ribs have been snapped and fallen, by a desperate effort to protect their heads, but that is just to say 'lucky'. And the luck, it was time to stop.

Trying to be swept through thoughtfully, like a marutai, an august thick arm. And beyond that, the head of one Dwarf. It was no longer certain that its arms would hit and its head would blow.

(((((... dead!!

When everyone thinks so.

Dosari, and that aug's arm fell to the ground.

"I won't let you!

And miles of hitting the next enemy forcefully with the sword that you have wielded as it is.

He was just blown away because of his light weight, and his return to the front of the line was quick for miles with little damage. And as Miles struggled to prevent the Dwarves from being attacked, placing more emphasis on maneuvers than a single hit special, there was a strong blow with a stick. It was natural for attacks from enemies to concentrate on miles, the greatest threat.

Since an attack from a superior species came decently from overhead, it was unable to recieve that attack, a mileage taken with a sword, but compared to the power of the opponent.

This is a bad situation. If the mileage moves are sealed, the other orgasms will hit the Dwarves again. In addition, other orgasms have decided to launch an attack on miles with blocked hands. Besides, this force comparison was unfavourable for miles, even in the absence of other aug attacks.

Miles used to think that his muscle strength and physical strength were half that of an ancient dragon. But in our last battle with the ancient dragons, we realized that neither muscle strength nor flesh were so capable.

Yes, no matter how much God's (like) scientific power, in a body with miles of bone and muscle cross-sectional area comparable to an ancient dragon, as long as its constituent material was acceptable as a human being, it could not reach even a fraction of the strength of an ancient dragon in the end.

If that were possible, there would only be enough way to reconstitute miles of body with superalloys, and if that were the case, it would no longer be human.

In addition, the height and weight of the miles were not "in the middle of the maximum and minimum values of all organisms," nor were all abilities averaged without exception, such as intelligence, memory, and voice size.

In other words, the ability of a mile is that only 'things that can be easily given an average and are not inconvenient for God or the mile himself' are given an average.

And the miles that got me into a glued state of force comparison were like, 'Shit!' The moment I thought, 'Sole came.

I felt the mileage's vision was a little reddish...

"" "" "" "Gyapi Gyagi Hiraba!!

There, hell appeared. And the color of that hell, it was red......

Yes, the unfamiliar hot magic that Lena chanted desperately and fast. That's what landed the bullet now.

"" "" "" "Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!

All exclaimed and rolled around, regardless of the enemy or ally. It was out of its range of attack, except Pauline, Mavis, and Lena, the attacker......