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

Perhaps the danger of a demon dressed as this soldier is around the top of the class C… Sometimes a demon in this class, once Mr. Mertier and Crochant, worked together to succeed in the crusade.

However, the demons we fought at that time did not differ greatly in speed from ours, nor did they have a range attack.

In short, it was compatible for us to fill the difference in power with the benefit of numbers.

On top of that, he poked his opponent's weakness, trapped him, and managed to defeat him.

I didn't think it was such a horrible thing to deal with demons with a balance of speed and strength and some intelligence.

Besides, I don't have any crochet that was a battle force right now.

The worst part is that the demon exists about twenty bodies just to be here right now.

I can predict that holding back on the entire castle will be more than tenfold.

"Ha ha..."

My hips fell out and I was crouching if I noticed.

Only here, you couldn't have come. I can't help it.

"If you don't want a spike, how about this?

"Mm?"

A man with a feather on his hood dances and puts his hand covered in thick gloves on the head of an exotic soldier who was waving Mr. Mertier very hard.

In the back of the purple hair swinging, a tattoo of a wolf-like demon, a shadow painting, is dug, hanging from his left eye to the end of his mouth.

He is a leading melee sorcerer known as "Garzan of Death Flames".

"[Milly Bomb]!"

Using Mr. Garzan's hand as his starting point, the purple flame spreads and bursts.

"Boobs!"

Of an alien soldier in smoke, the mucus of his head bounces off.

The body of the blown soldier on his head slams him to the floor.

The body vibrates bizarrely, the contour breaks down and spreads like a water reservoir, polluting the carpet laid on the floor.

Mr. Garzan rode the recoil into space and landed lightly on the floor.

"To make sure I hit it, they made me measure the timing. As far as I can tell, if I don't poke a gap, I'll lose speed. She's still breathing, don't feel bad."

"Oh, thank you!

I push the tremor and stand up, thanking her and rushing over to Mr. Mertier, touching her body.

"[Rest]!"

Mr. Mertier opens his thin eyes.

"Ugh... Miriam, Ke, the sword..."

"It's impotent to fight! Now anyway, we just have to get out of here somehow."

I shake my head and answer.

"Let others, let them... Originally, we were just called by chance because of Crowe's power."

Unlike Mr. Volk, who responded flatly even when surrounded by three bodies, or Mr. Garzan, who ruptured his head with a single blow.

Originally, our ability to fight without Croc is limited to the top of the D-level even if it takes two.

Too out of place.

Even while he was doing this, Mr. Garzan was fighting his next opponent.

The knife is being used to stop soldiers from attacking.

"Sounds like unintentional hitting is the limit. In the difference in local power, we are no match!

Taking the tentacles of the alien soldier's elastic freedom into his abdomen, Mr. Garzan's posture collapses.

Where it collapsed, a sword held in the opposite hand of the soldier attacked Mr. Garzan.

"[Milly Bomb]!"

A purple flame dwells at the end of Mr. Garzan's stretched fist and bursts.

He rode the blast, taking the distance again, as well as blowing up one arm of an alien soldier.

"Smart, adventurous...!

"I'm good at getting people into long fights."

Tentacles stretched out of nowhere wrapped around his leg and pulled him down to the ground.

"Become!?

"Certainly, it's a compatible magic skill that will do us good damage. No, it was quite powerful. I know it's a blow to keep... but it's still not enough to deal with us. Told you? We have no weaknesses, so it doesn't change whether we aim for the chest or the head. Besides, it's very playable... you see, while I was pretending to be asleep, the wounds from you healed."

A soldier who had his head ruptured by Mr. Garzan had already risen in full condition.

I can't see any more injuries anywhere in my body.

"I'll give you exactly what damage you've taken back. I don't think you can stand human beings, but let's start with a face mess."

The alien soldier pulls Mr. Garzan as he is and releases a tentacle beating stretching with the opposite arm to his face.

Forcefully hold and secure the opposite hand as the blood flies in one blow and is about to be heavily flown backwards.

Further down there, the next blow is hit.

"What's wrong?!? It hurt like hell to get your head blown off earlier, hey!? I'm going to do it to them, so I guess I need to be about ready for when I get hit!? That's what humans are for!?

Shake your tentacles wide and stretch out.

Tension hangs over the entire tentacle.

"Ya, stop..."

A plea leaks unconsciously from my mouth, but naturally it doesn't reach the monster's ear.

Tentacles rip through space and run through the universe, a tremendous noise sounds and the flesh on his face shreds and flies and the flesh dances.

"Were you close to killing him with too much momentum? I have to give my experience to the princess."

A gentle Mr. Garzan can be made to lie on the floor.

"... Miriam, leave me. Now I don't mind running away."

"Yes, I don't like it! No, no, no, no! Originally, for me, Mr. Mertier, you've come this far......!

"As it is, he says we're both just going to die!

"So, but!

I look around.

In front of each door, two alien soldiers guard it.

It was completely sealed off.

I knew I was going to kill them all and destroy them.

If we were to escape, there was only the pre-fight timing that Mr. Volk was saying or the early days of the start of the fight, even if it was too late.

Somehow, is there any way to take Mr. Mertier and get out of here?

I look around, desperately thinking.

Fortunately, I was seen to be less capable of fighting, or soldiers were hard to come by.

Unless you're trying to escape outside, I guess it's a decision you can make later.

I know it doesn't matter if you try from them, but I appreciate the time to think calmly and the time to heal Mr. Mertier.

In the corner of the hall, Mr. Bernard magically covers the one-eyed man 'Bernard of the Heart', while the avant-garde stands the old swordsman Romrodon and his apprentice-like men, fighting the soldiers of the three aliens.

But it's obviously under pressure.

It's completely covered by Mr. Romrodon and managed to keep it in shape.

They're all scratched and I don't think they'll last long.

Finally figured it out.

Those three... Perhaps from the very beginning Princess Chris noticed that she was suspicious and deliberately made her come to the scene by acting like she was in the Princess's eyes and coming to investigate.

It is also convincing that Mr. Bernard first drew Mr. Romrodon's attention after Mr. Volk moved out.

Perhaps the original plan was to uncover the identity of the princess or to assassinate her.

The blonde, the woman who deeply covered her robe and hid her face, has fought one-on-one with an alien soldier and is desperately attacked.

He continues to avoid stretching tentacles and the bursting sword of intermission with a single piece of paper.

I just... I don't know.

The look on your face makes me feel a little awkward.

Are you playing a struggle on purpose? No, I don't think there's a reason for that...

I can avoid having my power cracked down on me, but that doesn't make sense for other adventurers to fall, either.

Dragon hunting. Mr. Volk was surrounded by ten alien soldiers.

"Don't get too close! Watch your arm move! You must have seen that nasty [shock wave] start!

"I'm low level! That's insensitive! Back support!

"Can't you slow him down any more!

"I can't! It's still [Highthroughs] and [Poisons], taking physical abilities to the limit! Knock it down with this!

The least amount of combat power available to other adventurers is due to the fact that Mr. Volk is taking on everyone left alone.

Surrounded by enemies, he is attacked all over his body, bloodstained, yet invincibly laughing to confirm the location of his prey.

But still, the remaining adventurers, with the exception of the trio of old swordsmen, the blonde swordsmen and the dragon-hunting Volk, have already been defeated on the floor and unconscious.

Some of them have parts of their bodies melted and become crippled.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

Me and Mr. Mertier are safe only because of their weakness.