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

The beating Volk had completely let go of consciousness.

Following the [burning breath], he even received [paralyzed poisonous nails].

Exactly. There can't be someone tough enough to stay flat after two A-rank monster attacks.

... That's fine, I was just pulling a little bit of a hug to protect the Great Sword from impact.

If you stick your sword up against the wall and kill the impact, isn't that a little damaging?

Was it that big sword, the [moon-worn wrestle]?

It must be an expensive weapon, but is it that important?

I guess it matters, yeah. That comes through with a shine when I watch it.

Nightmare pulled the Volk into the wall out with thread to rescue me.

Volk's cheek, laid on the ground, with a bent allo poking his fingertips with a serious face.

He's worried he won't get up again.

Aro, take that sword back from him.

In case you get busted again, it's a pain in the ass.

There is simply some point in cutting back on the power of war, but hostages would also be sword-like.

When I call, Aro snorts, touching Volk's sword-shaking hand, trying to pull him apart.

... but I was trying for about ten seconds but there was no sign of it getting out of my hand at all.

He seems to be grabbed by disappointment. Aro is struggling.

He bites his lips with regret, switches me sideways with regret, and quickly turns back to Volk again.

Aro attaches both hands to Volk's wrist.

From the touch, the black light lit up.

They're trying to weaken their grip by sucking life out of their hands with [Drain].

But still, Volk just gets pale and never lets go of the Great Sword.

What is the stubborn will of this Osama?

No, that would be equals death for a swordsman to let go of a weapon in front of his enemies, so maybe it's normal to be stubborn, but you still have limits.

"Riu, dragon god..."

Aro looked back at me with a crying face.

They stretched their necks before I could react.

You got a plan?

You don't answer my question, you gently stick your fangs up against Volk's sword in a natural motion.

At the next moment, the other side shook his neck sideways at the mercy of his strength.

Volk's arm is stretched out greatly. His body was pulled to its starting point with his arms, and he rolled down the cave floor with tremendous momentum, striking his back against the opposite wall.

Exactly. The Great Sword is also out of his hand and protruded onto the cave floor.

The other side with the sword looks back at me.

"Na? '

Na, but not.

Isn't that a complete treat?

I could have served my purpose... but that guy can't kill me by accident at this rate.

Even if I didn't issue any directives in particular, Nightmare thread-wrapped Volk for me.

Character aside, he is as competent as ever.

Nightmare lifts the face of the face and points it towards the other side. "Is this okay? 'He seemed to be asking.

"Gah."

"Maa, Nnamon Jane?

The other party responds by ringing briefly, successfully supporting the great sword that is about to fall out of his mouth.

No way, you liked the bite...?

Well, don't eat that sword like the holy sword of the brave.

I'll never be able to get the conversation together.

For once, I thought I would ask the other party to hang it with healing magic, but apparently I didn't need it.

The wound heals visibly.

It would be the power of [HP automatic recovery] skills.

This guy also took [self-regeneration], for sure.

... There wasn't a lot of people with the skills around here.

Are you sure you're human? It's comparable to having sacred skills.

Well, I see a guy with a high level cap quite a bit, but he says he's reaching near the level cap, because the humans on the condition themselves don't see it other than having sacred skills.

If you have excellent recovery skills like Volk, you can go on an adventure by yourself, and [self-regeneration] you can grow even if you suffer an injury that severs your arm, so you won't lose your swordsman's life.

It is easy to act thoughtfully without regard for danger.

Volk should be easier to raise than any other human being.

So maybe you've gotten so far tougher off the girder.

After leaving it for about a few minutes, Volk woke up.

My eyes move in confusion and I notice restraint trying to move my body.

Volk was stunned by his body wrapped in cocoons.

He distorts his stern face and raises a voice close to screaming, unsuitable for his muscularly lumpy physique.

"Gu, gu!?

I keep my face close.

Hey, you're awake.

I was going to hang the threat, but that's the fierce one from Hundred Wars.

Strengthen your eyes and wrinkle around your nose head.

"Where have you done my beloved Leral!

... Oh, were you freaking out more about where you were going than about your body being threaded?

The other side stretches his neck and shows off the great sword he has spoken.

There is bitterness in Volk's face.

"This degree of yarn, etc…"

Aro's hand is attached to the back of Volk's head as he tries to shake it.

If Aro lets go of his magic as much as he wants here, he'll be able to play Volk's head shortly after he shakes it.

"... Gu, it's my loss, kill it. Halfway down the path of the sword, I didn't know you'd fall in defeat by a dragon... but this dragon hunting Volk is the end of the line."

Half a dozen - or I think it was almost complete to see the status......

Maybe no swordsman is stronger than you. Even that brave man is usually on the verge of dying with a blow from your scratch.

Well, [the technique of humanization] is the quickest way to interact.

Fortunately, there is enough MP left.

I'm sorry, mate, but I'm gonna have you pulling in again.

I make my mouth moggy, collect it in the Litveal settlement for humanization, spit out the borough cloth I've been carrying, and use [the technique of humanization].

The body dissolves inside and shrinks rapidly.

The other neck also becomes smaller and disappears with it.

My body is getting used to it every time I use it. It's a lot smoother.

Touch your face with a pet and hand to make sure it belongs properly to a human.

Yeah, he's a proper human being. Touch your own hair with your hands.

"A, a, a, a..."

Support your throat with your hands and speak out.

Um, voice okay.

"Ryu, dragon god!

While Allo slightly blushes the pathologically white skin of [Levana Ricci] and turns away, he offers my vomited cloth with both arms.

"Alo, I'm sorry"

Wrap your body around clutter with the cloth you receive.

Volk looks up at me with a glimpse.

"Nah......! Why did Uroboros, king of the double-headed dragon, go out of his way to do [the art of humanization] on this occasion..."

I was falling nearby, swinging the sword [moonlight, wrestling] up, gently swinging the universe, then putting it on my shoulder and supporting it, turning back to Volk.

Well, where do you want me to start?

Suddenly confusion disappeared from Volk's eyes and he nodded deeply as he understood everything.

I assume you've sensed that we're looking for dialogue in order to get information.

Fast to understand. The title of [Legendary Adventurer] is not Dada, it's adaptive.

"By imitating the shape of a person, I see... me, do you want a battle with a sword? Interesting. Fine, take it and stand."

No, I don't want it.