The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

On a reddish earth, a small high hill stretches on.

As always, little grass or tree grows except in dead shrubs.

Goletaro and I were walking west on a wide stretch of streets to the east and west.

After encountering a black demon, the streets were quickly found.

Looks like he was in front of the street waiting for us to come.

The demon neckless corpse collapsed right after that, releasing black particles, which became liquid and melted.

It's an unlikely sight as an organism, but the first thing I associate with it at this time is that the golems that were generated in the early days collapse.

Wasn't that black demon generated by witchcraft, too?

I don't think there was such magic on the primer. But it's just a primer in the first place, and all I've read is an overview of the whole sorcery and an introduction to dirt sorcery.

The black returning blood that was attached to Goletaro had also disappeared as if it had evaporated at some point.

But that black one, it could be a big one.

So I'm doing it with a wet cloth and I'm seriously wiping Goletaro's entire body.

By the way, there is plenty of water in the ceramic jar, sealed with a lid once, and then placed in Goletaro's back cage, so there is considerable leeway. Or maybe this watermelon is taking the best place. It's an improbable level of cluttered hauling method normally, but Goletaro's sense of balance beyond extraordinary power and understanding had made it possible. He lightly bears it like a elementary school landscape with no textbooks in it.

Goletaro seems to love having his body wiped.

No, a lot of dogs like brushing too......

Goletaro is a completely selfless guy, but when it comes to wiping his body, he makes a false claim. When I'm in the water bath alone, I bring myself the wipe cloth I'm using for this guy, and when I'm behind in the water bath on other errands, I snap my clothes sleeves tight.

So I decided not to do it once a day, but to brush this guy's pure white body with a cloth, as a routine.

I'll stay with Goletaro. It's so cheap.

Or if you mean the legitimate consideration of labor, I'd rather have to polish it 70 times a day or so. I can't believe I love brushing my body. I think it's really, really cute.

But that's it, isn't it? The golem is really a dog......

I remember in dogs, this world, there are monkeys.

As you walk down the street, you can sometimes see yourself on a cliff or on a rocky slope.

Monkey. Monkey.

About Nihonzar in size?

Brown monkeys. Well, monkeys are mostly brown things. But in this case, the implications are a little different.

The skin on its surface is brown... hardened, looks like it.

It's like I put a lot of stone on it.

When I first saw it from a distance, I thought it was an urchin monkey.

I started to see it around the corner, nah, I guess the epidermis is just keratinizing. I was convinced and very relieved that it was that kind of monkey that lived in this world.

I'm basically a common sense person, so I'd be frightened if monkeys had urchins, even in different worlds.

A monkey whose body is made of rocks? Hmm, it's impossible.

We talked about a blue jelly monster earlier, but, well, that thing is a mildly joked story, and if the really sticky fungus hits me while traveling fast with vertebrates, my brain as a commonsense person in the field could refuse to understand and start playing classical music and beautiful lakeside footage in my brain.

The truth is that even witchcraft could have been believed so much because it was actually used in the first place, otherwise I don't know what would have happened. That said, it is now completely unclear what sorcery was used for the gates and book covers that began with the black discoloration in the beginning.

One of those monkeys was dropping by near me.

Oh, are you a little nostalgic, this?

But I'm sorry.

I'm a proud culturalist, so I never feed wildlife.

It can only be an unfortunate result for you and for people in the community.

But I don't hate monkeys.

You may think my skin is spiky and disgusting to some people, but I don't distinguish creatures by their superficial appearance.

A nostalgic animal is a good thing.

"Hehe. This guy's cute!

The moment I said that.

Goletaro kicked the monkey as hard as he could.

"Huh!? hey dude gore, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah????

The flying monkey crashed into the wall of a nearby cliff.

My neck and limbs are bent in a weird direction.

And he's dead...

"You, Gore, you..."

You, for God's sake!

I tried to protest with tears in my eyes, but I noticed a strange surrounding me.

There are monkeys everywhere.

It was filled with monkeys on the slopes along the streets, on the road surfaces in the direction of travel and, furthermore, to the original road at the rear.

- When were you surrounded?

No, seriously. In retrospect, the number of monkeys flying blindfolded from rock shadows and cliffs to sight was increasing over time. Besides, depending on what we saw, they seemed to be moving in the same direction as us.

No way, from the beginning.

Were these monkeys hiding in the terrain and walking side-by-side all the time as they surrounded us, gradually increasing numbers...?

What the hell was that for? For what, it's probably...

Goletaro is traveling all the way to my diagonal at the same time as kicking the monkey in.

I set my gaze on that white back.

Goletaro had already lowered his backpack to the ground.

Are you going to fight, Gore?

One of the monkeys from the herd jumped at us suddenly.

A monkey rushes out his fangs as he whispers oddly.

but Goletaro tapped it off lightly.

Monkeys slammed to the surface with terrible force, died instantly.

A corpse of an unspeakable monkey plunged into the ground.

Sleek, white golem.

A bunch of mad monkeys attacked Goletaro and me one after another.

Now the werewolf smoke of war has gone up.

Goletaro knocks down monkeys with tremendous momentum.

Every time a white fist is rolled out, a monkey's body dances through the universe.

Especially Goletaro, against the individuals who attacked him in pursuit of me, is really unforgiving. He is brutally overkill in a clear way. Ugh, I feel...

Nevertheless, what do we do?

I honestly don't think Goletaro's gonna get behind the monkeys, but should I cover for him too?

Growing up basically through my attitude as a culturalist, I don't have the savage gorilla power to overwhelm wild monkeys with my fists.

When it comes to magic?

The magic I can use now are Pebble Generation and Golem Generation.

Golem Generation is out of the question in every sense. Besides, if you suck, you even run the risk of fainting.

So, Pebble Generation? You'll probably be able to produce a dozen metres of rock, that sorcery. Indeed, if we can produce that rock in the middle of a flock of enemies, it seems to be effective. We may be able to break a corner of the enemy.

But that, the generation was lame and flashy. Magic running and winding particles of dirt completely blocked my foresight at that time. If such a phenomenon rolls up in this situation now, the risk of accidental hitting can also increase dramatically, pulling Goletaro's leg.

And the deadliest thing is the time lag from activation to the end of generation. I feel like it took me quite a while. Perhaps most monkeys can escape lightly before the stone is finished.

This sorcery is obviously not for battle.

Is that it? Me, totally useless...?

As it is, I, am not totally in the hippo state of Goletaro...

Me being stuck with a ruthless reality and desperate.

Goletaro keeps running around me like a whirlwind, spreading the monkeys that have protruded one after another.

I noticed that Goletaro always moves to protect me as high a priority as he is a little overprotective, so when he is completely surrounded back and forth by a large number of enemies like this, he turns to the rear. I can't help but worry about the enemies that will always be behind me and can't stay away from me more than a certain amount. We must not enter the enemy's ranks.

Nevertheless, the power difference between Goletaro and each monkey was as open as heaven and earth.

Besides, there are no signs of dullness at all in Goletaro's movement, which continues to ramble flashly.

The monkeys were beginning to see frustration among the slowly piling carcasses.

But even though this is all my allies dying, I never knew I would try to pull it off...

These guys are awesome too.

Is it a matter of temperament, or, how confident are you that you can put us down?

At this time, a large monkey around the rear of the flock roared, as he cut the numbness.

I turned my gaze, and the ape's eyes met.

The look on his face seemed distorted and laughed for a moment.

As if to signal it, the monkeys that had surrounded us began to put their hands together toward heaven.

From the feet of all the monkeys, soil particles rise like wolf smoke. The lines of each particle are not very thick. But with all this number, it's like a waterfall going backwards.

What? I had a really bad feeling.

All the particles of the earth rise, and the brown waterfall that was connecting the surface to the sky disappears.

Over the sky, countless stones had been produced.

Pebble production, that's not the size.

Every one of them has about a rugby ball.

Probably one shot straight into my brain would crack my skull and kill me instantly.

...... yeah. This is the just-size for combat, isn't it? I know.

My pebbles, they're just big, they're like useless.

It wasn't if I was impressed, for example. Shit, you're gonna die. This.

A horde of frightening numbers of stones, like forming a dome in the sky.

And it was about to start falling for us all at once.

Nor did Goletaro seem to have envisaged such a saturation attack at all.

There was a clear upset in that movement with his face over it.

Goletaro looks back at me like he's in a hurry.

And the next moment, my vision was wrapped in white.

Goletaro gave me so much momentum, he covered me up.

For a moment somehow, I felt like I smelled like a flutter and a girl.

but my thoughts are already nowhere like that at all.

I was at war thinking about Goletaro, who was covered before I showed myself.

Is this guy going to be my shield?

Can you stand it?

I don't know Goletaro's endurance.

No, rather, regarding this, Goletaro himself, don't you see?

The way this guy fights is always the perfect attack of the first hit, with unusual power and speed.

I have not yet seen an enemy who continues to breathe after the first blow of preemption, and naturally Goletaro has never had a counterattack on himself.

And at least I can't think of anything more powerful than a textbook.

- Shit, my Goletaro could die.

The tingling and forehead hurt dull.

Somehow, I could see a little white dog lying on the road.

He's getting cold. I don't know why he covered me then.

It was a desperate move, still driven by impulses.

I reached for the rain of rubble that began to pour, visible from the gaps in Goletaro's body covering him.

And he was shouting out loud enough to rip his throat open.

Pity scream.

But for me, it was a desperate prayer.

"'Stop, wait a minute'!!!"

The silence was wrapping around the area.

No matter how long, the stones don't come down.

The monkeys looked up to heaven with a flashing look.

Every stone in the sky that was pouring had stopped moving perfectly.

It was as if time had stopped.

If you look closely, the countless stone givers, which were supposed to be the same color as the reddish earth, were all “discolored to black”.

"Oh, that? What is this...?

From the gap in Goletaro's arm I cling to, I look up at the sky.

By the way, Goletaro's hug was so sweet, he wouldn't resist my movements at all, so I could put my face out there light. If you were holding me with all your strength, you wouldn't be able to move a millimeter with my power or anything.

But what the hell is this phenomenon?

I gently moved the flat palm towards the sky a few times.

Then all the black stones in the sky, as if they were a commanding army, came and went with the movement of my hand.

"Oh, you seem to be able to move something as you wish, this..."

I lowered my gaze to the surface.

The monkeys had not already seen the sky.

All the monkeys are turning their faces towards me and opening their eyes in amazement.

The expression was stained with the colours of fear and despair.

"... in the meantime, shall I give it back"

A frightening number of bright black stone bullets floating over the sky poured like meteor rain over the heads of a flock of standing monkeys.

One after the other, the stone bullet pierced the monkey's brain and destroyed the trunk with its margin, as it were, crashing into the surface.

The shock of successive clashes shakes the earth like it trembled in terror.

Boom, scream and countless bursts. The sound of bone crushing, and the splash of liquid continued for a while.

When the area became quiet again, there was not a single shadow moving there.

The herd of monkeys is extinct.