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

The carriage being chased by a giant mukade is about to come to a limit.

The horse's breath is rising, he can't stand the speed, and the parts of the carriage's wheels are starting to creep.

The carriage seems to be of a sturdy and size-conscious making with an out-of-the-box look, simple in shape and without embellishment, and the wheels are too big to look good.

I don't know what it is to carry, but it seems sturdy.

But if you keep going at your current speed, it's not weird when you break it.

I get close enough to the tail of a giant muckade before I loosen the roll, stretching my nails and flying.

He seemed to have [paralysis resistance], but I hope it works a little.

The speed of rotation is multiplied and the [paralyzed poison nail] is beaten vigorously and well.

It is bounced onto a sandy body surface and cracks my nails.

My body is too hard.

This isn't just because of defense. It would be due to the trait skill of the giant muckade [the worm king's crust].

If I could just break through the surface, I'd be a little damaged.

I turn my body forcefully as I manage to regain my collapsed posture, poking my fangs into the exact same area where I slapped my nails.

Did you stab him?

No, shallow. Though my maxillary fangs swept in with the surface of the giant muckade, it didn't crack.

I guess it's a little too hard. Fang, I thought you'd break it.

You can't let it go here.

The mandibular fangs are also hooked and eaten by giant muckades.

My abdomen rubs against the desert land, although I manage to cling to it.

Compared to the back, the belly is also thin in scale.

It hurts when you get pulled over. I mean, it hurts, it's already hot.

Momentum that seems to ignite with friction.

Besides, this posture, sticking with it is the best I can do, and I can't do anything in the end.

I can't let you go, either.

If I open my mouth here, I'll be bounced back. The carriage can't stand that speed any more.

"Guuuuuu!"

I keep my mouth shut and roar.

Huge mukade continues to run ignoring it.

It's too irregular for you to barely change your speed, even if you seem to weigh about five times as much as I do.

What did I eat that made me so big, this guy? Oh, a carriage or something. That'll grow.

I think I'm going to eat every single tree.

However, the deceleration is undoubtedly allowed, albeit slightly.

The carriage is faster when you're pulling me over.

In the tunnel, but the distance from the carriage is starting to open.

But you can't keep letting him get away with it.

It's still okay to keep getting rubbed and my belly close to the limit, to see how fatigued that horse is, it's not weird that the carriage is about to slow down all at once.

If we do, we'll still be chasing them in this state.

There's no other hand floating around, and you can't do anything with this posture in the first place, but if you let go of your mouth, the giant mukade will catch up with the carriage at that moment, and you can only maintain the status quo.

Do you have any good hands?

"Gigi, gigigi, gigigi!"

A giant muckade rings out loud.

You could have threatened that. The horse moves a little disturbed, but I immediately held it back.

Don't let it cool you down.

At that next moment, when I was relieved, I could see the red light gathering in the head of a giant mukade.

Isn't that the giant muckade long-distance technique you just checked, [thermal rays]?

If you get a beam out of a giant like that, you'll smash a carriage with a single blow.

From that tame, it's not a trick. This is a special type of move.

I slowed it down by eating it down, so I changed my methods. It would be nice if you moved the target.

Is there any way to stop it?

No, you can't. The maximum speed of [rolling] won't even freak you out.

Something doesn't have to be stopped.

As long as [thermal rays] can be derailed, this scene will rise.

Fortunately, the giant muckade seems to be mindful of the preparation of [thermal rays], which is only slowing down a little further.

In this situation, I can get in shape, too.

He manages to lift his legs from the abdominal crawling position and stomps his nails in the desert sand.

Now, stop it. Yeah!

Spread the smoke flashly, and still be drawn forward.

Although we could have slowed it down on top of each other, we still can't stop the giant mukade.

Moreover, it aligns the tip of the head exactly with the carriage and is prepared to emit [thermal rays].

I think I'm about to shoot something now.

I just stopped it. Then you can't.

Now, at this moment, I must slack the direction of the giant mukade's head.

Then how about this?

I spreads my wings with a bite on the rear end, kicking the ground with all my might and jumping up.

The lower body of a giant mukade floated in the universe.

My body skies like a kite, swinging at Mukade's run.

I can't lift any more.

Is he running even in this state?

From the head of a giant mukade, a bright red light emits in a straight line.

The tip I saw through the light, I can see it shaking heavily. I have a lot of heat.

The giant mukade moves his head, trying to adjust the angle forcefully altered.

While burning down the sand, the aim of the rays moves greatly left and right.

Directly behind the carriage, directly beside it, opposite it and the point of arrival of the light shakes.

The littered sand makes a juicy noise, leaving black burn marks on the spot.

Shit, if we stay like this, we'll hit the carriage one day.

I'd be a jerk if I didn't. I move my body in the air, too.

Light aiming becomes disillusioning.

At the top of the carriage, the light swept away.

The area splattered and caught fire.

That... isn't that bad?

No, about that, if it runs, it disappears...?

The cactus in the wrong direction was burned down and the [heat ray] stopped.

Did you manage to deviate?

It's incredibly powerful. If you take it properly, I'll die.

Just a sigh of relief, the giant mukade begins to re-accelerate.

Have you returned to running the consciousness that was broken into the [heat rays]?

A giant mukade weighs on his lower body and comes trying to get him back to the ground.

Even though he managed to fly backwards with his wings flapped, he was to be well fought vain and his body slapped into the desert sand.

Intense severe pain in the fangs.

With a slapped shock, it broke.

I was to be slapped with the power of a giant muckade on that tough crust, and my fangs, they took it.

Naturally, I couldn't continue to see it, and I was unraveled.

I set my back on the desert and rolled on the spot.

The giant mukade freed from me keeps accelerating and following the carriage.

Is it comfortable that your body is lighter, rather faster than at first?

I got up in a hurry and stopped moving, even though it was a matter of fighting for a moment.

An accelerating giant muckade, a carriage of horses exhausted and slowing down.

That's what I thought before I could stop it.

And it was clear that would happen.

I get up without thinking and ignoring the pain.

I see my own fangs with meat in my sight, but soon concentrate my consciousness solely on the current giant mukade.

Don't think of anything extra.

Now, just think about catching up with that one.