Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Well, shall we go back? Now it looks like the crisis has left... Nargarn's wreckage, well, talk to Mr. Lark later, and if you need it, move it, even the private army, as appropriate, to recover it."

I said to Eurice, looking at the remains of the two Nargarns.

The whole eye Nargarn just slapped all the necks off and crushed the activation of the magic formation, so the neck and torso have few traumas that would make them worthless.

The second one was troublesome, so I busted it with an abel sphere, so the use is fairly limited because I see overall damage on top of the black burn, but, well, Nargarn itself, turns it into a phage territory stock dragon, so it's not a big problem.

Eurice stared at the wreckage of two Nargarns for a while, even after I spoke.

"Nargarn, pathetic..."

I didn't miss Eurice's subtle accusation that I squealed.

Um, if I missed this, I'd be here to trample down the Phage village, wouldn't I?

I know, right, about that?

But I think I'm finally getting a little bit of an idea of why I've saved the Phage Territory crisis so many times that I'm not thankful.

In short, it's the same as Eurice is today.

"You have no hope because you solve it too lightly..."

I have a different impression when I see it from the outside, than when I do it with my life at stake and with one hassle.

Now, for example, Nargarn looks pathetic because I unilaterally blew it up in the Abel sphere, and even if I had challenged Nargarn with my sword and courage as a weapon and crusaded Nargarn with a wounded half-dead life at the end of a fierce fight, Eurice wouldn't have reacted like this, either, with the wrong head off the semi caught by his classmates.

"Lord Abel is unpopular in the Alchemy Division because in his usual deeds...? You all worshipped Lord Abel sincerely until the Alchemy Division forced him to stay up all night without any particular significance on his first day in office, didn't you?

It wasn't disrespectful, it didn't make any sense.

As soon as possible, I just wanted you to wear the minimum magic adjustment.

It was necessary for me. That alone would mean that worship was a lie from the beginning.

"Well, let's say we return to the realm"

But horses, they come to my waist.

I didn't do anything in particular, but I think I'm going to have some weird muscle aches.

Let's ask my dedicated general practitioner, Dr. Meir, for another little massage.

At that time, there was a loud noise from the mountains along the border with the Rivalus country.

When I look at something, a fat, ugly giant troll with a green body surface is coming from the mountains into a herd.

At the same time, more than a dozen flying dragons, Wyburn, crossed the mountain and had big wings, danced in the sky.

"What is it!? Amount of buddy warcraft......!?

Eurice lifts up her voice.

That was not all the great swarms of the Warcraft remained.

A giant, likely twenty meters long, spreads its wings and jumps up onto the mountain.

Unlike Nargarn, who crawls through the earth, it's a winged dragon.

Besides, the appearance was very strange.

From flashy shocking pink to pure white and colorful body surfaces were joined, a creepy dragon rather than delightful.

"Synthetic Warcraft (Chimera)..."

It is not an openly naturally occurring warcraft.

It's called a herd of trolls and Wyburn, it's called a chimera, it would definitely be at the forefront of the Leaveras country.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

The dragon growls.

"No way! The Leaveras State possesses large winged dragons, etc......!

Eurice looks up at the giant over her head and looks out for her.

At the end of the dragon's head, an old man was seen.

To see him dressed in the same cleric clothes as Nero Griff, he was apparently one of the four great priests of the Water God.

"Lord Abel, let's retreat! Among the dragons… Winged Dragon is too dangerous!

"Really?

"Isn't that obvious! This is the first time I've seen a real thing, such as a large wing dragon… I say that the larger wing dragon was feared to be the 'King of Warcraft', the 'Flying Fortress' than it used to be. The horror of the Winged Dragon is that it has an overwhelming motor power, with the power and magic of a dragon!

Eurice will try to persuade me.

But I'm sorry, but I don't have much of a pin.

"Oh, already! By analogy, it's Nargarn traveling fast through the air!? So the Fear of the Winged Dragon...!

Eurice lowers her gaze from the dragon to me.

Eurice's face had a colour of calluses and exasperations from agitation.

And on the extended line of Eurice's gaze, which turned to the ground, were the remains of two Nargarns.

Eurice returns her expression and pinches one real cough.

"The horror of winged dragons is, uh, can you fly through the universe fast...?

Until earlier, Eurice spoke most fervently of the dangers of a winged dragon, but for some reason the final conclusion was questionable.

"Really?"

This way, no matter how fast the Wing Dragon was moving, I am confident enough to shoot off only the old man on the head of the dragon beautifully with the magic of a fireball.

Plus this one has an absolute homing throwing weapon called Leavie's Spear, so don't worry about blah blah blah.

Whatever it is, I got a subpoena, and you can summon the great god Kudr to put him down instead.

There's no need to rush.

"... Um, Lord Abel, can you afford it at all?

"Uh, well, blah, blah, blah. I don't care... that, should I let you catch him alive?

"Ah, then that way please..."

The pilot of the connecting dragon for what he lost his blood was flying low altitude, abandoning the advantage of his ability to fly, and furthermore flying into the vicinity of me and Eurice.

I'll just hold on to the cane so I can blow the dragon away at any time.

The Chimera Dragon will hold on to us.

"Exactly this number, as well as Wing Dragon opponents, seem to have lost their will. The first thing you will see, Lord Abel of the Maren tribe of the kingdom of Dinlat. The name of foolishness is Penrat. It is the corner of the four great priests who pledge their absolute loyalty to Master Leavie, and your captured, Ms Marias and Mr Neroglyph, are this foolish compatriot..."

Little old man's, shady look looked down on me.

Just eye to eye, a feeling of biliary and back paralysis.

I get barometric pressure and spit as I pull myself back.

This guy is not just an old man.

I can't hide it in the vague language, I feel compassionate obsession, malice, madness.

I was honestly licking and rotting just because I was a Leaving Four Priests, but this guy, unlike Marias and Neroglyphs, is of a different character.