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

The lower half of Big Muchad's body, pulled away from the Lord, is rampant and insane without purpose.

Strike your body into the cod and decide the ground as you blow fluid out of the cutting surface.

I wonder if Mukade can move around without his head because there is tissue in every verse of the body.

I think I'll do my best just fine.

If you get caught up in this and die, you look like an asshole.

Let me just get my distance.

The problem is he's not like that guy with a spinal reflex, he's the one with the head.

It must have taken a lot of damage, but he's still alive. Shit, I'm not gonna stab him in the face.

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Race: Giant Sandcentipede

Status: Anger (Greater), Bleeding (Greater)

Lv: 64/80

HP: 132/463

MP: 142/244

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Whoa, did you still have a third of your HP left?

Are you treating me like I'm bleeding? Well, whatever.

Big Mukade was lying on his back, but when he meets me, he quickly flips his body over and regains his posture.

"Gizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

It's totally beautiful.

In a big furious puffy way, not in a bodily twofold sense.

Again, a red light gathers in the mouth of the great Mukade.

He's going to let go of the muckade beam again.

I fly with my wings wide open, passing over the head of the great muckade.

The mouth was easy because it was blocked by a build-up of beams.

I've already figured out the time it takes to charge and the spare motion when shooting at me.

There's nothing to be alarmed about.

Land on the back just behind your head.

In this position, Mukade won't be able to beam either.

The great Mukade moved his head and released a mukade beam in a flash across, drawing a great line into the land of the desert.

All right, all right, I wasted the MP.

Afterwards, Big Mukade immediately tries to wiggle me down.

I kick my crust, fly, land on the ground, [roll] and run through the desert.

Let me get away with it once.

If you run around, you should be able to target Bleeding KO as well.

There seems to be quite a bit of blood climbing on your head, and withdrawing from the Great Mukade, there will be no such thing.

"A” aah. "Giggyyyyyyyy!

Big Mukade is coming after me.

He follows as he scratches the sand and sprinkles his body fluids in the desert.

However, it is considerably slower than it was before the disconnection.

If you're serious about running, don't sprinkle it now. I need to add and subtract some more and run.

Regularly check the back.

And the red light gathereth again unto the mouth of the great Muchad.

Come on, you've had too many rounds. Mukade-beam. You're out of MP.

I'm totally losing my cool too.

I accelerate all at once, turn left.

Aim for the rear end part of the large mukade while still circling the ground.

The muckade beam follows me, but as soon as the angle started to come on, it pulled me apart, too.

More than that, you need to twist your body wide. It wouldn't be the same speed as tilting your head and pointing your aim.

I set up a tackle while [rolling] on the crust-free part of the big muckade and on the cutting surface.

"Gizzy!"

The flesh chooses and the fluid adds more momentum.

You won't be able to do it with one shot, but keep hitting me with two or three.

Big muckade speeds up trying to get me away.

Of course, I stick together perfectly and go after him.

The pursuit side and the pursuit side are reversed, Big Muckade.

I'll go slower and slower, but that's the big muckade.

There should be some state abnormalities, but my HP doesn't really decrease.

You wasted a big body disaster.

There is no way to turn this positional relationship upside down.

Though, you're getting tired of this one.

I'm not going to have this one if I keep attached to the toughness of the big muckade.

I'm sure you'll be tired of it before then.

I change the direction of tackling a little bit from behind, directing from the front to the big hill I just hit with the big muckade.

I flew through the universe, accelerating all at once and taking advantage of the top angle, taking advantage of the big muckade.

Now Big Mukade has succeeded in a cut diet that immediately drops a third of his weight.

If it weighs this much, I can lift it a little bit.

Big Mukade's body floats completely in the universe.

Of course, it only floated for a few seconds.

Soon the altitude drops, the head of the great mukade is rubbed against the ground, and the crust in that area is shredded.

I can no longer fly with support, twisting my body and flipping my big muckade.

"Zi, zi zi zi... zi..."

The discomfort of the loud muckade becomes weaker.

Multi-footed movement is also dull. Most importantly, there seemed to be no more strength left to just wake up the body.

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Race: Giant Sandcentipede

Condition: Bleeding (large)

Lv: 64/80

HP: 7/463

MP: 98/244

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Remaining HP… 7, huh?

Finally, the Lord of the Desert laid his back on the ground.

Think of it. He and I have known each other a long time since we came to the desert.

I never had feelings other than hostility and fear for the Great Mukade, but I also feel that if this happens, there is something somewhat emotional about it.

Well, at least it's love.

Let's make a mistake.

I rode the belly of a great muckade, kicked my crust and flew straight up.

Press the air with your wings and aim for a little higher.

When I got to the point where this was the limit, I folded my tail, hands and feet, head, and [rolling] spinning as hard as I could.

In that state, I descend on the belly of the great macaque.

Um, let's call this move [Iron Ball Drop].

Mr. Voice of God, add me to your skills.

I get faster and faster with gravity acceleration and clash with the belly of the great muckade.