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

The alien soldier also seemed to be in an operation where he gave up attacking Mr. Volk by decent means and pushed with a difference in numbers to forcefully create a gap.

It is inherently a strategy used by humans in challenging high-ranking demons.

"[Whoosebomb]!"

One of the alien soldiers spits a chunk of his own mucus out of his mouth and releases it like a bullet.

Mr. Volk avoids the mucus bullet altogether in a brilliant move.

"Chi......!

"Yay, I did it! That's my handle!

But it was Mr. Volk who struck me in the tongue.

Behind Mr. Volk, the mucus bullet diffuses.

The ground melts and the smoke rises. Mr. Volk's back, which touched the mucus, also showed signs of someone burning.

Mr. Volk's movement stops with his left foot at the starting point.

The melted ground and shoes seemed to melt, mix and solidify.

That mucus didn't just melt, but it also seemed to help solidify the melted spot immediately into the cod, creasing and stopping the movement.

"[Whoosebomb]! Kill him with [Oozbomb]! Health and magic drain is intense, but on top of the wide range, you can break the scaffold even if it is avoided!

"Better beat it inside now! But this guy's a big prey! Never kill me!

From all directions, a blow from the tentacles is struck down.

Mr. Volk suddenly disappeared, thinking that he had broken off one of the diseased and defenseless alien soldiers.

"Stupid! [Whoosebomb] 's mucus welding is so easy...!

Mr. Volk lifts his leg.

The bottom of the floor was clutching to my bare feet.

They melted each shoe and even applied it to the bare skin, peeling it off strongly from the ground to ground.

"After all, the digits are different..."

Only the strongest thing on the continent can be feared.

I'm fighting a good fight against an unidentified army of demons.

It pushes back the difference in numbers, not strategy, but entirely just local power.

However, even though it was just a dragon hunt, it seemed visible and worn out.

He was breathing on his shoulders, and the stretching swords and arm-attacks that had been cut off at first were also occasionally subjected to direct strikes.

The trio of old swordsman Mr. Romrodon has also already been defeated by two disciples and one-eyed Mr. Bernard, and Mr. Romrodon has fought alone.

Pain in Mr. Romrodon's face.

On the other hand, there was an extra grin in the blush that mimicked the slight faces on the top of the soldiers of the different appearances.

I have to think about it.

No matter how I scratch, I can't defeat a single alien soldier.

But if you stay like this, me and Mr. Mertier will die.

Something, something, hooking up......

'Is it the two of you who seem to be able to use it somehow? Wouldn't you even have a weak daughter yesterday? Looks like you've been rubbing with the Three Horsemen, but you've come a long way.'

This is what Mr Volk said.

I thought the two of them that seemed to be available meant Mr. Romrodon and Mr. Bernard.

but in Mr. Romrodon and Mr. Bernard, there is a great deal of openness to strength.

The result was a total collapse because of it, and Mr. Romrodon was in a state where he was somehow prolonging the battle with a trio of alien soldiers.

So maybe... from Mr. Volk's point of view, I think that Romrodon wasn't the only one who passed.

The other is a blonde swordsman who, erasing legally, is surviving and dealing with an alien soldier.

Assuming you have the same power as Mr. Romrodon, if only in one piece, you would have been able to defeat him adequately, even if you hadn't fought so long.

If you chase me with your eyes all the time, I'm suspicious of movement.

After all, I just think I'm fighting out of hand.

Never receive fatal injuries and at the same time inflict no fatal injuries.

Conspiring with your opponent, fighting, swinging?

No, that's not necessary.

If you're on the fake princess's side, you don't have to play anything else, just wait for us to be wiped out.

Which way we will be wiped out. There's no point in showing off your act until you tear up your power.

Perhaps they are just continuing to meet with their opponents appropriately so that they are not blind to them.

Watching the gap that keeps you alert and running away?

But the castle is huge. There will be guards on the way out, and most importantly, if the time runs out, there will be support from the enemy.

No, or... we're here with a completely different intent, there's a third force?

If you prolong it, you'll be at a disadvantage, wrong with my premise?

Do you know that if the battle prolongs, something will happen besides enemy reinforcements appropriately coming?

If that's the case, that guy doesn't have any intention of revealing it, even if there's a dead man on this side.

"Oh, um... Mr. Volk! Mr. Romrodon! If you prolong, maybe things will change!

I scream as far as my voice goes.

Mr. Volk seemed annoyed, and Mr. Romrodon looked at me strangely.

And the woman swordsman in the robe is staring at me with her eyes open.

That look...... Could it have hit you? No, I'm not sure, but I just have to hang on to this.

If my thoughts fit, there's no point in taking a short-term showdown to force us to escape our current enemies.

Over time, there will be a good opportunity for things to change.

Until then, like that blonde swordsman, there will remain buds that survive better to run, prevent, and prolong.

"And then! That guy, he's out of his hands!

A woman stares at me with an amazing face.

I looked down and turned away.

... even if it's hitting me, but if it's off, I'll probably be resented for rebirth ten times in my life.

Even though I am in a position where the alien soldiers, who are understaffed because of Mr. Volk, are only surviving because they cannot afford to turn their power to me.

What kind of mouth would I have thought, such as being out of hand?

Mr. Romrodon, who ran out of measures, began to move toward those involving the female swordsman.

"Come here, don't come here!

"The lives of my disciples and the fate of my country are at stake! I didn't know if it was because the pulse of the sword muscle is slightly chipped, but I'm sorry, but you can't just let the Lord escape!

The alien soldiers could not measure the intent of our words or there was a slight disturbance in the control of their movements.

"[Shockwave]!"

Poking there, Mr. Volk relentlessly unleashes a sword attack.

A storm breaks the ground and blows up soldiers on the extension line.

The arrangement of the soldiers collapsed greatly and the formation was disturbed from the optimal solution.

Mr. Volk's siege becomes incomplete and he freely runs around the hall.

A slime, properly caught by the great sword of the dragon hunt, was struck five times in a row, leaving a green reservoir of water to disappear in shape.

I think maybe he was already out of breath on the second shot.

With fewer alien soldiers, that's all Mr. Volk can afford.

Now, slightly, Mr. Volk has more minutes than an alien soldier.

Mr. Romrodon also looks at the gap and puts a sword strike on the alien soldier, distracting him as he moves to involve the blonde swordsman.

If it's what it looks like now, he'll still have it.

However, what happens after that is only a bet.

Engagement continues.

Watching things from the corner of the room with Mr. Mertier, the door opens opposite him from me, and another nearly twenty alien soldiers enter.

"What are you doing, don't speed up the feast!

"He said there was also vigilance for the Virgin who came to the country, but something extra...!

"What is it about having so many soldiers and not being able to hold them down, if the opponent has finally moved?

The fury of the alien soldiers flies.

"Ah, ah..."

Done.

I lost the bet.

As it stands, it was only a matter of time before we were all killed.

I can't do this anymore.

Miraculously, his power was in equilibrium, so he was helped by a piece of neck skin.

Yet the opponent's power suddenly jumped more than double.

"It's a miscellaneous fish, so even if you kill it, the princess won't complain. Anyway, experience and skill, it's a scum. Every time, one or two people like you are confused. It's not worth being baited."

Seeing as I could afford it, one of the alien soldiers shook up his weapon and turned to me.

I turn my gaze to Mr. Mertier, who falls beside me, and then stand ready.

"No, it's the princess's prey."

"Damn!"

A man grabbed the neck behind the alien soldier and followed him with a handsome leg.

An alien soldier, black liquid spinning all over his body from his grabbed neck, snapped and collapsed to the spot, and only armor and sword remained on the spot.

"I see you again. Now, don't react to me like that, okay?

What showed up was "The Extinct Sword Thermal," one of Princess Chris' three knights, who had always stood up to me.