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

A snowy white Greek sculpture lifts one supple leg high overhead.

Awesome, looks like a ballerina.

And she slapped that foot off into the brain of a great ape at once.

The monkey's skull is crushed with every rock in its outer shell.

A blood splash broke and a crushed rock blew up like fireworks.

It would be flashy if Gore did it pictorially, but in short, it's just a heel drop.

Putting crushed brain weather into the ground, the Great Monkey is in despair.

After all, the size of the monkey seems to keep getting bigger every time it moves west.

Big monkeys around here are no longer super big monkeys. It can be described as a fine gorilla in size.

Well, as you can see, it's still an equal blow to death in front of Gore.

Or since I accidentally gave him a little praise when I decided to drop his heel this morning, Gore has been using only the heel drop for more than half a day now...

I think balance is important.

It's time to praise him for other moves, I feel bad.

"And that's awesome, Nemaki. Your goletalu is. Honestly, I didn't know this was going to happen..."

The old man of Speria groaned blankly as he put his slippery round glasses back on.

"I never really thought I'd go straight down the dirt boy's trekking streets. I was just thinking that using the topsoil enemies of the Golem to avoid contact with the flock..."

Groundhound (Ground Goblin).

Yes, it is the official name of these monkeys.

I thought it was a rock wrapped nihonzar, but these guys were goblins...

Of course I had given up going deep against these strange creatures.

If the old man in Speria says it's goblin, I'm sure it's goblin.

But gentlemen, I need a moment.

Goblins look like people, so they're probably primate buddies by classification.

If you consider non-human primates to be monkeys, can goblins also be termed monkeys globally?

Yes. In other words, goblins are monkeys.

Therefore, I will continue to unify these names in me as "monkeys".

"Earthlings, when it comes to the difficulty of extermination, are definitely one of the worst types of warcraft. The rock that covers their body surface plays a magical interference. So, magicians don't have hands or feet."

The old man from Speria explains everything to me when I look strange.

It still feels like teaching around here.

"Besides, the“ magic guide ”used by the dirt kid is the" rock bullet ", the magic guide of obnoxious earthly attributes. Normally, even a golem that gives an advantage over the moves used by the Warcraft does not strike effectively." Rock Bullet "is accompanied by mass. It penetrates as lightly as the armor of a light golem, and even if it's a heavy military golem, if it's surrounded and saturated, there's nothing you can do."

That's what I said. The old man from Speria gives Gore a glimpse of his eyes before continuing.

"Nevertheless, Nemaki, with your ability and velocity to defeat Goletalu, and with the possibility of a physically super-powerful pre-emptive attack, it would be a completely irrelevant story."

Well, whatever the more bullshit Gore is now, from this story, the Greek sculpture golems in the diocese were still pretty strong...

Hmm? Seriously. Now there was a word in your old man's commentary that bothered you. Magic?

Isn't the stone place where monkeys fly, magic?

Or is that the magic guide? I totally forgot, but you mean "The Devil's Guide King", my one-of-a-kind social title in this world, right?

"... what is a magic guide? Is it not like witchcraft?

To my question, the old man from Speria gives a commentary.

"Magic instruction means magic manipulation, which can only be handled by warcraft. Magic after it has already been generated can be further guided and manipulated therefrom. We humans can't manipulate any more of the magic that we've had to generate once, can we? For example, once a flare shell or wind blade is released, no subsequent orbital changes can be made. It's very tragic, especially if this is dirt magic, because once we generate the stone, we leave it there."

Knock...! I regret it! But I can't deny it!

"However, the Warcraft can manipulate post-generation magic using an internal organ called the Magic Nucleus. This is the beast of warcraft."

"I see. So they're going to do something that's not possible in earthly magic, like flying the stones they generated..."

"That's the thing. In the end, the dangers of each attribute are significantly different from the magic used by humans in the case of magic guidance. Soil and ice attributes with mass can penetrate magical defenses and can be very troublesome and dangerous."

After a brief explanation as I walked side by side, the old man turned to me.

And slap me on the shoulder with a bitter smile, like teasing a poorly made student.

"Hold on, Nemaki, you're that one. You're such an awesome golem, but your knowledge of the Warcraft is a tease! Heh heh, I see you were such a dick."

I don't see it. My knowledge is probably less than or equal to elementary school students in this world......

Nevertheless, is it a "magic guide”?

I'm an NTR, too, and I'm flying around the stone with monkeys, isn't that a magic guide? Speaking of which, I haven't used the (NTR) once yet because Gore is sticking around with his heel dropping and killing monkeys from one end to the other today.

"Um, other than the Warcraft, can't you use the Magic Instruction at all?

In the meantime, let's ask Dr. Speria when we're in trouble.

"Mmm. I've never heard of an example like that."

Answered so, he went on to say more after a slightly contemplative look.

"... other than the Warcraft, if you could use the Magic Guide, that would be it. I guess it's like the" King of Magic ”that used to come out of the story. Well, he's actually suspicious."

Magic King.

I came here and came out of his mouth, my, a title in this world at once.

Seriously. You know, Dr. Speria!

Brown shadows jumped from the cliffs along the street ahead as I tried to ask more questions about the Demon King.

The shadow is a gorilla-sized monkey.

The distance is close.

I saw how Gore was on the other side. Gore is always in a position to shelter himself in front of my diagonal, but there is no indication that he will ever be attacked by an enemy. I care more about you and me.

Oh, I see. Trying to get me to play with (NTR), as usual, would have deliberately allowed a solo ape to approach. He's sweet.

Speaking of which, since just now I've been leaving Gore alone and talking to all the old men in Sparia. I may be lonely and trying to distract this guy for the rest of my life.

This guy sucks at asserting himself...

But what is it?

According to the old man from Speria earlier, thank you. "NTR" is the only move that can be used by the Enchanted King?

Is it okay to use it on this occasion?

It's my concern, but I guess I should normally have Gore knock me down.

I watched the big monkey in front of me as I toured.

The distance is pretty close, and the monkeys themselves are pretty big, so I can see every single rock on the body surface.

"... but does that rock play magic? I feel like I've seen it. It's a regular rock."

The old man from Speria who heard me whine said.

"The magic defense of the dirt kid is, in principle, exactly the same as that of the Golem.... right, the Hundred News is only at first sight. Let's demonstrate."

That's what the old man said, he took a step forward.

Then set your right hand up for the big monkey approaching you.

If you're a big monkey, there's no way you can go through his movements like that at all. Coming up slowly.

An old man chanted magic when he had attracted enough great monkeys.

"Okay, I'll go. - Fireball!

A fireball about a softball was ejected from the old man's palm at high speed.

Fire Class Magic.

It's so flashy, it looks like the protagonist. It sucks.

The fireball struck the monkey's chest beautifully.

But the moment it landed, it felt strange. The fireballs that hit the monkey's body surface seemed to have diffused and disappeared.

"... and, well, this is how scattered magic returns to the particles, bounced by a stream of magic circulating inside the stone"

Speria's old man to explain. It feels exactly like a science teacher.

Such a big monkey walks slowly forward of him, wrapped in a yangflame generated by the heat of fire magic.

"Again, when it comes to variants of this size, it's not even frightening to the extent of intermediate magic..."

From what I've seen, it certainly doesn't look like the monkeys are taking any damage.

I see, seriously. Sorcery isn't working.

Even though it was obviously a pretty high fever fireball. Gorilla monkey wow......

Nevertheless, earlier, the old man is deliberately waiting for the monkey to approach before releasing his magic. Magic in this world may be short range.

The old man from Speria turned to me who was smug and impressed with the experiment.

He opened his mouth kind of hard to say.

"... you, Nemaki. That's why I can't defeat you in my magic. I'm sorry, can you keep that dirt kid mutant down?

"Ah! You did. I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

Yes, it was. This is responsible for the ex-post processing of the experiment.

From what I can see, the look on the face of the great monkey who was hit with fire magic is completely beautiful. He looks like he's going to pop his fangs out of nowhere.

Shit, this is it.

"Gore. Can you get rid of that monkey?

Gore, who took my word for it, attacked his prey like a bloodthirsty hound.

With the beautiful heel drop released, the head of the great monkey instantly turned into a dirty fireworks.

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"Take a look, Nemaki. That's the dirt. Concentrated enough to be already visible"

An old man from Speria pointed to the horizon in the direction of progress.

If you look, the end of the street is covered with soil mist.

If the old man hadn't explained it to me, I would probably have wasted my effort making a targeted guess that the wind was rising up the sand grains on the surface and in that situation.

"There is no direct harm to the human body, but in generating a mass of warcraft, it mutates. The quality of the soil will also change, so crops will cease to grow. … if the earth is overwhelmed, people will not be able to live there."

Seriously. You suck at the dirt. It looks so plain.

"But I've never seen such a record of earthquake in this region before. Something's going on, I'm sure."

So the old man from Speria came all the way here to investigate at his own risk?

That's a great spirit. This old man is exactly what a culturalist looks like.

As the culturalist representative of the Earth, I was expressing my respect to the old man in my heart, but at that time I saw some great shadows in the foreground temper.

If you look closely, it's a building... a settlement.

The sunset is already near. I'll be staying here tonight.

After all, the settlement was deserted.

Well, naturally. Around here, monkey sizes suck no more.

Whatever you think, it totally exceeds the level at which you can deal with the average person.

"Was this settlement still distracting..."

The old man in Speria is whining with a difficult look.

Is that it? Was the old man unaware of the situation in this settlement?

Didn't he come all the way down this street to Samaritan?

In the eastern direction where we came from, there was not a single settlement, and the streets were the main roads, east and west, not particularly branched. That's why my old man thought this street was coming from the west opposite us.

"How the hell did Mr. Speria get to the settlement of Samari?

My questioned old Sparian pointed to the blue-green ear decorations he was wearing on his right ear.

"Oh, I am. Using this... from the south to Samaritan, I came northbound."

"Well, look at it"

Speria's old man stood at the entrance to the settlement and began to chant something small.

The blue-green crystal worn on the right ear is starting to glow lightly.

A few seconds later, around him, a slight breeze broke out.

It's a breeze.

He meditated on his eyes for a while, but eventually slowly opened his eyes and nodded.

"... yeah. You'll be fine. There are no more dirt kids around this settlement. It looks like the last of the individuals that Goletalu defeated earlier."

Apparently, the ear decorations of the old man's crystal in Speria were a kind of demonic prop.

This reinforced the wind magic and made him an advanced opponent. They say it's an old man's special move.

Looks like he reached the Samaritan settlement north of the mountain from the south, sending monkeys in this anti-enemy technique.

It did feel like I saw it on the map and there was a settlement in the south as well. But I had to cross the mountain, mostly at a distance, so I was off the list first.

Did he travel that distance by himself, even sending monkeys? Besides, a rugged mountain like no road.

It is not the same as me holding Gore completely in my arms.

To Speria's old man's efforts, I can't get my head up.

"This magic prop is supposed to be one set with two of both ears.... Somewhere on one side, he dropped it. Probably when he accidentally dodged the dirt kid and got kicked out."

That's what I'll tell you, old man from Speria.

He looked a little troubled, scratching his head and smiling bitterly as he lit up.

"So the precision of the procedure is considerably lower than it should be. As a matter of fact, I'm really grateful to have you with me."

The old man is having a real hard time.

Moreover, for the very cultural and noble purpose of academic investigation, is.

If you could have helped me at all, it would have been really good.

Well, I'm just a hippo state of gore, but I don't want you to touch me there.

We had a proper view of the empty house and decided to stay there tonight.

For dinner, we brought each other food and made soup.

Something like an onion, something like a chickpea, the old man from Spain takes it out of his shoulder bag with a touch of pomposity. Probably because we cut the investigation up earlier than planned, we no longer have to worry too much about the rest of the food.

Against me, I offered a lot of dried meat.

Beat and loosen dried meat in a pan with vegetables.

There, I plumped in the spices the old man had. Smells good.

The broiled and softened utensil soup was eaten amicably with the old man.

Yeah, it doesn't taste so bad.

When you add dried meat to the soup, it produces surprisingly good stock. Jerky soup is the one.

Oh, these vegetables usually look like onions after all. Delicious.

Thanks to walking in a good way today, the salt air of the jerky crept into my hungry body, and this was another exceptional taste.

The water I used for this soup, by the way, was produced by the old man of Speria in water attribute magic.

This old man is truly versatile.

Still, I'm so proud of you, hydromagic. If it collapses, the water is water, even if it collapses, unlike garbage-like soil. This way I can drink properly. That's fantastic.

Actually, this water magic thing is pretty powerful when used by people who use it.

The point of attribute magic with mass is the same as ice attributes and earthly attributes, but water attributes include fluid manipulation in their properties because the product is not an individual. In other words, as with fire magic and wind magic, even humans, not warcraft, can specify movement vectors before generation.

In short, we can fire water cannons, and if we do it well, we can manipulate the river flow to some extent. Apparently, there's even a record of a great mage of water attributes falling the castle almost alone.

Moreover, healing magic also belongs to hydromagic in more than 80% of cases.

Hydromagic is amazing.

It's such an amazing water attribute, but it's not included in the four major element attributes.

The four main elements of this world are fire, wind, earth and ice.

In other words, water attributes are lower as official status than ice attributes that seem to be similar systems that use particles of water in the atmosphere as mediators, aside from the soil attributes that are treated as fucking miscellaneous fish attributes.

Somehow, it feels unwelcome.

The water in the jar I had brought was also dwindling, so I finally had it replenished by hydromagic.

There are wells in this settlement trail as well and they haven't withered at all, but they shouldn't drink too much because the quality of the water may have changed due to temper.

If I had drunk without knowing, I might have frightened my stomach.

Hydromagic is plain and super convenient. Thank you, hydromagic.

Let's work together and someday defeat fire magic.

Watching Kopokopo and a water bottle filled with beautiful water, I vowed to my heart an alliance with hydromagic.

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The fire in the fireplace emits a warm light.

After the meal, I was rereading Introduction to Magic I while Gore was crushing the cranberry apple that was so elegantly cut for me.

Today, I learned a lot of new information from my old man's lecture.

If you read it again now, you might also gain a better understanding of this book.

Everything is important.

Speria's old man sits in front of the fireplace and inspects his gear.

By the way, I'm an old man with a lot of food, but I didn't recommend cranberry apples.

Excuse me, old man. Forgive me.

No matter how many cultural friendships (favors), this is all I can't give way to.

Well, it was me who was seriously starting to learn, but it was warm on top of being full, so I was already reading a book, and I was beginning to groan.

As far as I'm concerned, calling myself a reader, it's a certain serious lapse.

'Cause I have no choice. Gore sitting next to me, it's so warm.

Totally hot... No, this warm magic is rather close to the octopus.

Gore's strong, enthusiastic gaze at my flank, which seems to stare from close quarters.

But I'm already used to the usual.

Sleeper won't leave me for that.

The old man from Speria was talking to me when I was about to lose consciousness.

"Oh, is that an introduction to magic? I miss it. When I was a beginner, I studied with it."

To the old man's voice, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and raised my face.

He stares at the book in my hand and closes his eyes happily.

But his eyes narrowed in nostalgia... why? Somewhere far away, I even looked lonely.

"... well. Nemaki, you're reading the book and studying magic."

Still a little bit of me.

But his remarks shortly afterwards were enough to pull me back from the world of my dreams at once.

"The author of the book has the name Lübeu Zailaine, right? He was my master of magic."