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

"In the first place, I came all the way to Samaritan in this survey to ask the Zairians who were supposed to be hiding in the region if they could help me."

An old Spaniard who sits in front of a fireplace and tells that.

The drowsiness blew up completely, and I just, I just have to open my eyes.

"... Well, in fact, instead of asking for the help of my teacher, I started turning right back."

He is obnoxious.

Semau Speria.

This thoughtful man with glasses was the disciple of that lunatic summoner, Lübeu Zailaine, who had summoned me to this world for the destruction of the world.

Speaking of which, when I was fishing for Zaylane's book in my study, it also said something like, I'm a visiting professor at the Imperial School of Magic, somewhere like the author's background. Back then, this fucking elite! That's all I thought......

If you think about it, the old man in Spain was the first to call himself an assistant professor at the same college. Maybe I should have thought of some connection. It would have been a nice decision if I hadn't borrowed Lübeu Zailaine's name when I introduced myself.

But you're saying that this fine culturalist spirited old Sparian in front of you is a Zailain apprentice like that shit!?

Such an idiot. I can't believe it.

Isn't this a pattern in which, completely, disciples are beyond their masters?

Research results as scholars? I don't know anything like that.

Even so, did the old man from Spain come all the way to the vicinity of Samari to get Zailane's help...... Excuse me, old man. Actually, Zaylane's asshole is already a white bone corpse in a cave. I can't help you.

While I am shocked by the fact of this mentorship, there is actually one thing I feel relieved about.

In other words, if this old Spaniard is Zaylane's direct apprentice, at least hundreds of years have passed in the time lag between his death and my summons, and so on. Honestly, because I only encounter so many white bone corpses, until I met my old man, I seriously suspected that too much time had passed and civilization was doomed.

I don't know when he was a mentor, but the old man in Speria is in his early 40s at best for his apparent age. Maybe younger. Counting backwards from here, is the time lag for the supposed summons up to 30 years or so?

I just want to ask you a bunch of poking questions, but after all, is it bad when people in this world find out that I'm the “King of Magic”?

Yeah, that's not good. I don't care what you think. Sounds like a world destroying profession, and something as noisy as being killed in the past was written in Zaylane's will.

Let's hide who I am. If you find out you're the Magic King, you're likely to be misidentified and arrested even though you didn't do anything.

But then, from what question is it easy to ask?

While I was going through a lot of thoughts like that, the old man from Speria was preparing a sleeping bag and starting to take a fresh breath.

The old man sleeps early in preparation for the monkey raid.

Well, you can ask questions after tomorrow. It's going to take me a while to get out of my mind, and dating an old man should last awhile.

Think like that, I'm on the floor.

The gore next door is super warm, but it's not good that this mysterious heater feature of gore is going to corrupt......

Gentle and comfortable warmth. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.

The next morning, we finished a light breakfast with bread, dried fruit and a beverage like the herbal tea the old man had brought, and we left for the west.

I've been walking down the street for a while, and I'm curious about something.

I feel the colour of the dirt is darker than when I saw it yesterday before sundown.

The distant scenery is stained brown. Was it so bad yesterday?

"Is it something that thickens overnight?

Tell me, Dr. Speria.

"No, you don't hear many examples of that. Some changes in concentration occur, but changes in levels that can be clearly seen in such a short time do not usually occur.... That's weird."

The old man seemed to notice strangely, too.

After that, I tried to think of something, and I shut up.

And there's another thing that bothers me.

There are no monkeys.

Today, not a single one has come out.

In terms of time, it's when we're already starting to get crappy.

It's a similar situation when it comes to similarities around the cathedral, but there's no carcass rolling on the side of the road, either, as it was then.

In the first place, until yesterday evening, the monkeys were usually roaming around here and were sunk with their heels dropped by Gore.

Why did he suddenly disappear this morning?

No way, were you scared to drop Gore's heel?

Actually, as a possibility, not at all.

The monkeys are so smart that when they notice my overwhelming difference in power, they have a verse that stops them from leaning.

For example, if you lunch in the vicinity immediately after a unilateral massacre by Gore, not a single monkey can show his face, even if he is sloppy on the spot for a couple of hours or so.

This is probably why I slept as relaxed as a baby while I was being held by Gore every morning. The effect of mass killings by Gore in the vicinity continues until the next morning.

For those of us who are constantly moving towards monkeys, it's not very relevant and hard to notice, this basic habit of monkeys. But without this habit, there is no way that the amount of carcasses around the example cathedral is done with such a thing. The Greek sculptures are so obsessed with monkey extermination every day that there should have been more rotting corpses around than white bone corpses.

Monkeys stay away from the overwhelming strong.

That said.

Arriving in the settlement yesterday was already close to sunset when the monkeys returned to the nest hole.

So the monkeys that Gore kicked to death in the vicinity, too, are only a couple of heads.

The number of heads killed to this extent on boulders does not have a significant effect on monkey behavior.

So why...?

Something's wrong.

The old man from Speria has a difficult look on his face as he walks.

You're probably thinking a lot with the same suspicion I had earlier.

Gore doesn't look very different either.

Walking diagonally behind you, in a good mood.

I looked back, so Gore brought my face closer.

Deep red eyes reflect what I look like and gleam like I expect something.

If you look closely, your long ears are shaking small.

I noticed this guy's ears move only slightly when he's in a good mood.

Mostly when I talked to him or praised him for something.

I walked forward again.

Is it a concern?

Well, I guess if Gore looks like this, he'll be fine.

As always, there is a red earth all around us.

There are ups and downs such as cliffs and rocks, so I can't say it's a whole flat ground.

But those natural products, too, are not that tall.

The view in the distance is blurred with a gloomy sumptuous, but the foresight itself could be said to be good.

A strong westerly wind blows from the front and I close my eyes only for a moment.

And when I opened my eyes again, the anomaly was happening.

- Forward, objects like giant black rocky mountains appear.

Besides, this guy's moving slowly.

Big.

Really big.

No, it's not half the size.

Honestly, it's too big to be sure of the exact size.

The size of a 10-story building, I think, is superior.

It was a giant, dragon.

Skin covered in scales like rock beds.

On four-legged foot, from the face and forehead, he grows a huge five-horn.

The impression at first glance is a five-horned carnivorous ultra-trikelatopus in the flesh of a dark dragon.

The figure is, completely, an evil dragon.

I don't think I've noticed our existence yet...

He's trying to cross in front of us.

What the hell is this?

Didn't you notice the approach so far?

This big creature?

In an open place like this?

No, wait, what about Gore's mystery radar...?

That gore jumped diagonally forward to cover me.

I'm in a hurry for movement.

Neither has he noticed this before.

At the same time, an old man from Speria standing next to me heard a groaning groan.

"Ancient Land Dragon......! Oh, such an idiot...... Impossible......"

The old man's complexion is bad.

He opens his eyes and whines about something bumpy as he sweats massively from his forehead.

"Was this generating earthquake... But why are you here... So you're saying that we've taken the habitat significantly southwards in these short years? It's absolutely impossible...... Because this is... Right, so it's not darkness, it's dirt..."

The old man is now clearly upset and drunk by a whirlpool of thought.

It's a common symptom in Intelligence. I can see that.

We have to pull it back into reality.

"Mr. Speria!

To my call, he shook his body and looked back as if he was angry.

"Nemaki, hurry up and contain Goletalu! You must never inspire that dragon!

I jumped at Gore, just like they told me.

Whoa, this guy's got a tight back!

Nevertheless, it does appear that Gore was on the verge of jumping over a dragon.

The old man was right. Critically safe.

No, I'd rather lose my strength from the whole body of Gore I'm hugging, and I'm like... is this the other way around okay?!?

The three of us dive into the shadows of the rock in a hurry.

I didn't expect the old man in Speria to be so wolfish as to lose himself.

Nevertheless, I haven't grown much compared to when I was scared just because I had scales growing in monkeys.

I have to thank the strange monkeys who kept beating me up mentally in a way.

No, I also feel like I'm just being calm the other way now, rather because this ancient dragon and I are too realistic. This supercrossbow-class carnivorous trichera dragon had that much of a substandard atmosphere.

I look at the dragon in the shadow of a rock, killing my breath.

Whoa! Gore's one. You left it on the ground over there in the cage.

Wouldn't it suck if they found that one?

No, Gore isn't bad. My partner's crude relationship is all my responsibility as an owner.

My old man whispered in a whisper about my self-blame.

"... okay. I'll do something about it. You'll never beat that dragon. That is something that is outside of reason. Ancient dragons cannot be killed. It doesn't matter how strong Goletalu is."

Can't kill him? What the hell is this, Assistant Professor Speria?

"Seriously, is he immortal...?

The old man shook his head as if he had thought about it.

"There are parts of me that cannot be said to be immortal...... At least there is no record of crusades in the past. Those ancient dragons have only four pillars in the world. And that's what they say about being the only living thing since the time of the doomed old world"

Plus, the old man goes on.

"That ancient dragon would have broken through to ease the topsoil enemies of Goletalu, distracted by the dirt? That's a semi-psychic body. The flesh is there, but it doesn't make sense."

Oh, don't say such a sudden, philosophical thing, Dr. Speria.

I'm a bad student.

That's it for the chatter, though.

We kill our breath again and wait for the dragon giant to pass by.

Hey, this is Gore! Don't squirm. Do it this way.

I put my strength into my arms embracing Gore.

Then, quite a bit of time passed.

Me, it's time for my arm to be paralyzed...

The ridiculous presence of the ancient earth dragon is still, right there.

This monster, aren't you going to leave this area?

It's like, wandering around looking for something.

Nevertheless, I don't care about the circumstances over there or anything. This one, which is forcing a hard endurance comparison, is mainly close to my limit.

Hey, it's a mystery dragon. Why don't you just go somewhere?

When I was exhausted and I squealed like that in my heart...

On his spine, a chill ran like a sigh of relief.

My hips fluttered.

Gore held me back and jumped with great momentum.

For a moment, I felt strong wind pressure and shock.

The view in front of me, from the ground, suddenly turned blue sky.

Lowering your gaze, spread far below, the reddish surface.

And a giant black ground dragon's back.

I was held by Gore more than 30 meters above.

I saw where I was standing earlier, and I was stunned.

"Huh......!?"

The earth is greatly decided, and it is gone.

As if some giant object had passed, there was a deep groove formed in the chosen earth.

Out of that dark ditch, the brown earthly temper rises.

"What, what..."

I groaned blindly toward the destroyed earth beneath my eyes.

But shortly afterwards, I realized a certain fact, which drew blood from my whole body.

What happened to Speria's old man?

Until just now, on that decided ground where nothing was gone, we should have stood together...

Until this moment, I can't deny that I wasn't a little nervous enough.

Honestly, we were almost invincible so far.

Our gore is the strongest. I'm sure he'll do something about it.

Even a black demon like Lasbos, who fought first right after he left the basin, felt bad, was a one-bread.

Besides, in case Gore was about to get hit by some strange sorcery, I was hoping I could protect him with NTR again.

For once, I'm also the "King of Magic” in my title.

Probably the pro-jade, demonic king of the Warcraft.

Even this stupid big dragon must probably be a warcraft.

Somewhere in my head, I thought so.

But this “ancient dragon” was not of that dimension.

Ancient dragons exist only four pillars in this world, the old man from Speria said.

“Pillar" means yes.... a unit that counts God.

I had already read and known the statement in the will of the summoner Lübeu Zailain that many Demon King had been murdered in the past.

But earlier, the old man from Speria said: There is no record of ancient dragons being crusaded in the past.

At this point, you should have noticed.

- The Ancient Dragon was more classified than the Magic King.

Now a desperate death fight has opened the curtain.