The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

The footsteps of tired evacuees are heavy, even as they are chased from behind by an army of darkness (Legion).

Meanwhile, the demons after them as they raise their gold cuts are sickening with the momentum to trample and crush their companions.

Perhaps right after the demons discovered the refugees.

... This place is in critical time, should I say?

"Giggly!"

"Giggy!"

It would be to track down the refugees, it was almost the little ghosts who constituted the army of the dark (Legion).

He's about 1.5 meters tall and small, but his face that makes his body and big eyeballs giddy with hatred like he's painted black mucus is still worse than any human villain I've ever seen.

What about five hundred to a thousand little ghosts wielding crude wooden spears, stone axes, rusty swords, etc.?

[Meteorite (Meteo)] is too close to the evacuees to blow it up, and damage is done even if it is defeated by a spell with low firepower.

"... Deane. Return you to your people. Make sure they never disperse and move on to Philsand."

"Shit.... ok!

By the time I get here, I'll have explained the situation to the princess of Schulz. Deane nodded even as she pounded her tongue.

"Rade! We go to the rear and beat the devil!

"Oh."

"... die, die, don't want to die"

The rade put a small bead over one hand and nodded as he looked down at it.

An example is the "ghost", which seals the blood of the dark and reacts to the approaching of the dark. Its beads, inherently transparent as a matter of course, were glowing red.

Agbail... you won't get in the way because you're stuck on phantom horses (phantom hoses) with a bright blue face.

"What the hell!?"

"Hmm?"

As he descended toward the head of the evacuees, he heard Deanne screaming, clinging to his hips.

"Why are you helping us!? You don't get anything!?... No, I do."

That's the same question as my cousin (Elizabeth). This would also mean a blood connection. Are you more honest than your cousins around the end to thank you softly?

But I'm sorry, but we don't have time to slow down.

The Shulls are also panicking when they finally notice us approaching from overhead, pointing and screaming at this one.

Descend to the side of the old man leading the evacuee and answer her.

"Don't tell me the kid loses or gains. Because if I don't help what I can, I don't feel well."

"Oops!?...... wow!

It's a waste of time to land one day and explain the situation to them. When I almost threw her away and lowered her to the ground, she landed as agile as a cat and started running in line with the old man.

"Hiya, princess!

"I want you to be safe."

"Fort... Fort"

"Then ask for the rest.... You're relaxing!

When I spoke to Deane, who had begun to be surrounded and questioned by old men and surrounding Schulz tribes, I returned my phantom horse's head.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

"Wow, hey, help me!

Follow the other way in a low altitude flight through a line of refugees desperately fleeing whipping into a blurry body, reaching the rear end. In the precious ten seconds until then, I left one spell chanting.

At the rear end of the long-standing evacuee, a large, coloured young man, clearly of a different race than the people of Schulz, was running according to him with an old woman on his back and one hand pulling the child's hand.

The voice 'Help' clearly designates me.

Does anyone have eyes to see that in this chopped situation, a suspicious figure named Black Robe Man across a flying horse can make a decision to ask for help?

"Giggly."

Towards that young man, one of the leaders of the Legion of the Dark (Legion) jumped at once. The spear tip glows dull......

"Shit!"

"Gaa!?"

The great sword of the rade, unjumped from the phantom horse, broke the darkness aside.

"Just go!

"Hi-ha, hi-ha"

With the momentum that was following the powerless herd of prey, the little ghosts hit the radar like turbulence.

There's no tactics or anything. I just want myself to feed my weapon on that hateful human flesh first... driven by such obsession.

"Gaaa!"

"Goffa!?"

But the turbulence of the pitch black could not touch a single finger of a warrior as giant as a dagger.

The great sword over two meters spins with tremendous momentum around the rade, slashing the body of the darkness as soon as we get in time.

The 'D&B' conversion level of the rade previously confirmed in [Master's Eye (Sense of Adebt)] is 21.

When it comes to the 'D&B' rules, it's a force that can cross human boundaries and dragons and cyclops alone. No matter how ferocious and brutal or strong, there is no point in winning (well of course there is the problem of fatigue) no matter how many hundreds of little ghosts gather around one or two levels.

But no matter how strong, one human being has limits.

Hundreds of ghosts slip through the left and right of the rade, advancing toward the youngest at the rear, and toward the people of Schulz beyond.

but the spell I just recited here worked.

"" Gaaaaaa!

The roar that shook the tympanic membrane was double.

Two pillars of flame descended from heaven to match the explosion and shock that slapped the body called 'Goo 'o'.

"Gah!"

"Gcaaaaaa!?"

This is the flaming breath (firebrace) emitted by two red dragons (Large Red Dragon), created over the sky in [All Species Monster Creation (Creative All Monster)].

This spell can create the same monster as your level total at a time. If you think two 18-level adult dragons (Large Ragons) are more useful in this case than one 30-level or higher giant dragon (Huge Dragon), you can figure it out.

"Gyoooooo!"

The Legion of the Dark (Legion) was all shredded by two dragons that flew freely and let a dozen little ghosts burn together in one breath (firebraces).

Of course, so far no harm has been done to the refugees because they are ordering them to attack as a priority from those approaching them.

"This spell produces a fireball eight meters in diameter and burns down our enemies. [Fireball]"

"" Geaaaaa ""

Even with a big rampage of rades and two dragons, there are still a lot of them. Are the demons who slipped through the braces and the Great Sword more hateful of humans than fear of dragons, and yet try to chase them to the refugees?

Kids with such a shot leak also eliminate one after the other with the spells I have targeted.

What do you care, it's an impressive offensive spell for the "D&B" wizard [Fireball (Fireball)], but this is the first time you've used it right now.

A three-level spell, which often doesn't help much in high-level scenarios, actually (...) Looking at it, the sight of a scorching flame sphere about a small house engulfing and burning down the Darks is pretty awesome.

"... you've been pretty scattered... [Magic Arrow (Mana Bolt)]"

Distracted by the dragons and the evacuees, the demons could not afford to turn their attention to me wandering over my head on a phantom horse and fully use the spell.

[Magic Arrow (Mana Bolt)] is literally a one level spell of shooting a single magic arrow, but has the characteristic of more arrows that can be shot in proportion to the level of the user. For this reason, every time the 36-Level Wizard (I) casts a spell, 18 arrows individually track and poke at the scattered demons as they attack the evacuees.

"... isn't there anymore?

By the end of the 30-minute duration of [All Kinds of Monster Creation (Creative All-Monster)], the Legion of the Dark (Legion) was about to be extinguished or mutilated.

I let the dragons explore the area before they vanished, but I didn't see any shadows of the dark.

"Thank you."

"... until I did my original job"

We go to the side of the rade full of dark blood and get off the phantom horse.

"Awww... Aww..."

The phantom horse on which the rade was riding has also descended, but Agbail, you had your white eyes peeled.... I don't know if this is what the Duke is after, but, well, it would have been a good experience.

When we followed the Schulz, who had moved on, they were resting a little further away.

... No, as far as that tired look into the ground, you mean you fell at the limit of your health.

To avoid surprise, I descended from the phantom horse and approached him with a friendly wave......

"Ghaaaa."

"Demon god."

"A dragon-calling demon god."

Women, children and the elderly began to push the subject's evacuees to the ground with their flat foreheads toward us and me.

"Oh, wait, wait! It's okay."

"Don't panic, guys! He's not a demon god."

It took a while for as many young men and Deanne to rush to forgive them, but to be able to talk.