Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"In the name of the great Leviathan, you are doomed by this foolishness! Those who are so uncomfortable are the first in their lifetime of stupidity!

The chimeric dragon that rides the pen latte rises heavenly high.

"You thought I'd give you a piss at the end of the day? Hmm? This stupidity is faithful and merciful. Because of this, I thought it would be easier to kill you, but you will have hell ready for your foolishness! Plenty, but regret it!

With the rise of the Chimera Dragon, a dozen stranded Wyburns and a herd of trolls approach me.

It's going to be a long way before Troll gets here, but it's pretty spectacular.

"A, Lord Abel! That, deal with it, can you!? You can!?

Eurice grabs my shoulders and rocks them.

I'll have it controlled by my hand and let go.

"I'll take care of it, Mr. Eurice! I just have an oatem I want to try!

"Um, seriously, please, Lord Abel!

I wave my wand and float the magic formation to my right.

"ব হ ন (carry it)!"

On my right, a black painted, large single-eyed carved oatem appears.

From the mouth of the rattlesnake and the swinging monocular oatem, with two circular eyes, a black beard appears on his face.

"Cucumber?"

Harmeln, the demon who manipulates the Warcraft, which I gained during the Phage Warcraft disaster.

When Hermeln meets me, she creeps her head up and down like a pain in the ass and goes back into Otem's mouth.

"Grim Ortem, the conductor of the rat pack!

This oatem is like an amplifier that expands the range and effect of the warcraft's manipulators.

It's just an oatem that would be a little sturdy if it weren't for Harmeln in it, but now that Harmeln is caged inside, it becomes a Warcraft Killer oatem that boasts intense meta abilities against Warcraft.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) দ খ ল (dance)"

I keep waving my wand.

Grim Oatem's monocular eyes sparkle and his mouth moves clammy.

"হ া ি হ া - (Caha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha)"

The suspicious purple light spreads into a sphere around it, fading and quickly disappearing.

A crowd of dozens of trolls that were going straight ahead like pigs excited about me slowed down and eventually stopped right there.

Then, as they roared, trolls hit each other with sticks and began to argue with each other.

I didn't seem to be completely blind to it anymore.

From the far sky, Penrat is at the tip of the Chimera Dragon's head, staring at this one in the face of perplexity.

But, Penrat, if you're setting a sight for heights, then you're not.

"G...... gu"

The body of the chimeric dragon begins to tremble.

The wing movement is disturbed even though it is only stagnant, and the altitude slowly drops.

Harmeln's dominant magic is difficult to apply to high-ranking warcraft.

Originally magic to command a large number of inferior Warcraft.

Though the effect and range are bottomed up across the oatem, the Chimera Dragon seems to be the limit to breaking down.

Well, if you can mess up all the warcraft that corresponds to a Class A, it's something like good.

Penrat is clinging to the chimera dragon as he calls something out.

You look abusive, but you're too advanced to hear from this one.

The sky-dancing Chimera Dragon was surrounded by more than a dozen Wyburns brought in by Penrat.

The Wyburns are completely under the control of the Grim Oatem.

It was completely behind me that I brought in a few warcraft.

Wyburn flies around the Chimera Dragon and targets Penrat, who is on his head.

The Chimera Dragon is in a state of resistance to the interference of dominant magic and should not be complete.

But that's Penrat's favorite.

He dodges the small-turning, skinny Wyburns' onslaught with that giant, sheltering Penrat.

Shoulders, backs, etc. are attacked in an unobstructed place, tearing Wyburn apart with murder claws and dropping it to the ground.

Well, well, that dragon.

But it does not overshadow the benefits of the number of Grim Oatems, and they are attacked on top of each other.

An integral Wyburn bit the wings of the Chimera Dragon, causing it to unbalance greatly.

Poke that gap, and the other Wyburn rips his abdomen.

The Chimera Dragon escapes further into height.

Wyburn and the others follow straw and chimeric dragons.

From the mouth of the Chimera Dragon, a brilliant red ray is emitted, attacking the Wyburns who followed them.

The one that strikes directly breaks down his posture by being bounced into the light, ramming and falling as he raises the flame from his body.

But the scratchy Wyburns approach the Chimera Dragon, adding a nail attack again.

The Chimera Dragon escapes from the swarm of Wyburn as it is bloodstained.

"Shh, it's going to be over soon...... That's Lord Abel."

Eurice looks in turn at a chimeric dragon surrounded and worn out by Wyburn, a penrat whose face became more and more convulsive in proportion to it, and at the end of the day a nearly crying face, and a troll who had already turned into a pile of corpses by arguing with each other, says Eurice at such a rate as a twitchy half.

"Lord Abel, you mean it's pointless to challenge your opponents in numbers. I'm starting to feel sorry for that old man."

Penlato spreads his mouth all the way out of his jaw, clinging to the chimeric dragon in desperate shape.

The fall of the Chimera Dragon looks like a matter of time.

"Actually, there's another autoem you want to try, right? I want to use it in action, so let's hit it while Penrat is critical."

I hold the cane in my hand.

"Are you kidding me, Lord Abel? You don't have to imitate him kicking his back when he falls off a cliff like that..."