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

It's been about an hour since the chimp left.

The store was in too rough a condition to watch, and I have been putting the scattered items on the floor back on the shelf since earlier.

Gore is also helping me along. Nice guy.

Hey, bald. You're not fooling around, either, so take a little apprenticeship of Gore like this.

But I see. While cleaning up the store, I was good at it.

This magic clerk has fewer products when compared to a splendid store structure and a large sales area.

I haven't had any customers since the beginning, and the product shelves were just empty, faint.

I'm not familiar with this world. I was wondering if that's what I am, but I guess I was in a situation where I wasn't actually satisfied with the purchase either.

This bald guy probably didn't even have enough cash available to buy away my demon-guided nukes. Maybe that's why he went into some kind of fraudulent trick.

The magic props scattered all over the floor are little things, like toys.

I felt something like gaze from the store's table and raised my face as I was playing around with strange chillin 'magic props like screws on the way back to the merchandise shelf.

At some point, a large number of men stood, sloppily surrounding the street in front of them.

The men are all staring at this one.

If you look at it, they're all terrible galas.

Similar to the example chimp threesome, it is a different world DQN fashion style.

Nevertheless, a great number of people. There will certainly be more than 50 of them.

Gore was already standing quietly in front of my oblique.

Oh, hey, this is Gore, you're not gonna fight these people?

Wait a minute, you can never be abusive.

From within the group, one big man moved forward with his bosom and his big crotch.

He wraps up his crusty skin armor and carries a massive sword on his back.

Can you swing something like this!? This guy, the descendant of a gorilla or something?

The big man with the big sword stared at me with a dodgy voice.

"... what kind of magician uses a red-eyed strange cathedral golem?"

That would be about me. "Oh, yeah," I just want to answer.

But am I going to be all right in the name of a magician?

earthly attributes, I can only use introductory magic too......

I've only made pebbles, golems, and spears.

If I named myself a magician for this, wouldn't the real people scold me?

"... then what do you say? What can I do for you?

I didn't admit or deny it here, and I kept my answer to no difficulty.

For some reason, I felt the tension around me increase all at once.

Is that it? Did I miss the answer?

"Hmm. Just look at how brave you are."

A big man laughing invincibly with a confident look. It feels exactly like Macho.

"You must be devastated by a secular victory in the Golem over their magician opponents.... but my men who are magic warriors are just out of luck."

To this remark, one of the surrounding chimps raised his voice to echo.

"Dazhu's brother is the strongest“ blood attribute "of the back society! There's no such thing as golem armor. It's two in a single blow!

Blood attribute magic.

I know about this now because I read it in the late Introduction to Magic I, too.

It is only attribute magic with “boiling blood" properties.

There can be so-called strengthening of the body of the self or improvement of healing power.

Mages with this attribute of aptitude are so strong in melee that they become quite troublesome.

In addition, magicians specialized in this blood attribute sorcery are classified in a special category called "sorcerer warriors", distinguished from general sorcerers. Incidentally, the name "golem user", which I call occasionally, is also a soil attribute version of a special category similar to this "sorcery warrior".

I thought it was super cool to be a magic warrior or something, so naturally I am trying to use it when I am "understanding attributes”. Of course, I didn't have a 1mm talent......

The big man in front of you, the magic warrior?

This is another great title.

Nevertheless, it came to pass.

Perhaps he is the former tight presence of the chimps who caused trouble earlier.

Although I have a lot to say about the acts of violence and embezzlement when they are taken, it is probably true in itself that baldness trembling through the blue and with purple faces there now owes them.

Plus, my gore just got hurt by an employee over there.

In this situation, I'm definitely the one being charged for the treatment.

My possession could disappear with the cost of treatment and compensation.

But that's okay. Accept it spoiledly. Because my partner's crude relationship is all my responsibility as an owner.

But the DQN in this world was more violent than I expected.

The big man started the fight without question.

"Whoa, whoa! Lion's Armor!

Chanting like an anger sounds.

At the same time, the muscles of the big man with the red and black aura thrived.

Shh, wow. I've never even seen a guy like this in an outsider wrestler.

With the temper, the big man pulls out a giant sword on his back.

And when he turned his sword slightly towards me with one hand, he shouted out loud.

"I regret it in the afterlife at best, golem use!

... Ah.

I noticed something very unpleasant at this time.

The big man is on the street in front of the store, and there is still a long distance between him and me in the store.

Surrounded by a large group of people in the middle of the street, he had decided to pose for a grand opening of the war.

He's pointing his sword at us now, horizontally straight.

Yeah. I mean, “hands on", to me, "hands on".

Shit.

But Gore moved faster than I stopped him.

The movement that stepped out was as if it were a disease.

She was waiting, for this moment.

At once the fleshy fist of Gore made a flashy noise and perched on the face of the big man.

A big man with muscular bones gets blown down the street like a paperman.

The flying big man drew a huge parabola in the air and stuck it out of his head with tremendous momentum in the heap of empty barrels that were placed in front of the store across the street. Most barrels are shattered and crushed pieces of wood and dirt and sand reign in the universe.

The man who bounced the ground with momentum clashed against the wall and stopped moving as he did.

The city was quiet.

Flying pieces of wood rolled down the street making teasing noises.

... Yay, I did it Awwww!!!

I forgot to modify the instructions I gave Gore!

This is totally my mistake! I'm dying for you!

I held my head in self-blame and got upset.

But this behavior was completely bad.

After a few seconds of escaping reality, I looked up again to get things sorted out.

In front of me, there was a hell of a picture of an annoying cry.

Lying on one side of the street, bloody all over me, massive chimps. Chimps. Chimps again......

What the hell is this? What the hell happened?

That's where I realized.

Is this what Gore did to me in the seconds I escaped reality?

The chimps who fall asleep on the ground all groan in agony, shed a lot of blood, and all have their hands and feet bent in strange directions. Wow.

But it's moving. For once, it's moving.

Good, he's not dead. Gore did a good job.

I looked around once again.

The city's main street is stained with blood.

In the last few seconds, all the chimps within a certain distance, mainly me, had fallen in a half-kill state after all the terrible assaults.

The number of victims is actually nearly half of the total.

Gore stands quietly on the spot.

It's like nothing happened.

You can't do this, Gore. If you behave like that, I won't be fooled.

I saw you sneak out the blood back in your hand right now, I will.

All the remaining safe chimps are as stiff as they were on the spot.

No one speaks. He's looking at me with a frozen look.

... No, wait. Why are you looking at me?

I don't think I've acted on anything when it comes to this, although it was only Gore who halved your people and I myself am responsible for the owners...

But the look on the faces of the chimps who look at me is stained with fear and despair.

It's like even an evil demon sees it.

Anyway, this situation is not good.

The big man, who is supposed to be the representative, is still buried in the barrel wreckage at the wall, tingly cramped.

We need to hurry and embrace him, and then we need to talk in peace.

This is absolutely unpleasant if I don't take responsibility for cleaning things up.

I started walking across the street toward the big man.

The surviving chimps pulled on both sides and made their way.

It is as if Moses, the prophet who broke the sea. This is a dirty sea made of chimps.

"Hi-hi, good! Forgive me! Just help me with my life! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

A man with half his face swollen and terrible is shaking in tears.

What a big man, he was still conscious.

Even though it is modest, despite the fact that Gore's punch went into his face properly.

Perhaps this is the effect of blood attribute magic.

I can't be an idiot. Pretty shitty sorcery. A concurrent physical attack would play.

I also nod that he was confident in the game against the Golem.

Even the undefeated Gore is lightly hunted down when the ancient dragons couldn't physically get through the damage.

Well, in that dinosaur's case, I don't feel like physics is on this level, just like cheats...

Gore lifted his right arm when I was thinking about it.

Oh, no. Gore's one, willing to hit him again.

"... Gore, no. Stay like this."

If you hit him with another extra shot, maybe this guy will die.

Either way, I was fortunate to have remained conscious of him. We can still talk.

But now, where should we cut it out of?

Firstly, it would be necessary to make it clear to them that there was problematic behavior and that there was a difference between the two sides when taking out debts to bald people.

"Listen to me. I'm talking about bald debt rolling and trembling in that store..."

"Wow, okay! I know! We were just acting on behalf of the Paisley Chamber of Commerce. I'll pull my hand now, I'll pull a stamp from this thing in the future. I don't give a golden wheel to the store. Please don't kill me!

The big man, swollen like half his face crushed, cries and cries as he bleeds his nose.

What the hell are you talking about? This guy. I can't believe you're going to kill me...

"I really didn't know I had a body like you! I won't even get my hands on this city anymore, I'll be out in a minute. Please, please, don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Eh!!!"

I flinched by so many screams, I let go of the hand I was touching a man trying to cuddle.

Speaking of which, having his collar to take a closer look at the injuries around his face had put him in a position like he was grabbing a bust.

As soon as my hand was apart, he fled as he rolled away, in a fluttering foothold, running down the streets of the city towards the west gate.

The surrounding chimps, who watched as if they had been taken lightly, also began to run away simultaneously to chase the big man, dragging the groaning injured. Around not abandoning the injured is a good family.

"It's a nightmare..."

One of the lower edges of the escape squealed in vain eyes, strangely lingering in his ear.

The Nightmare of Tibala, a brutally outrageous and dangerous figure, the Red-eyed Cathedral Golem, who will make that notoriety echo in the society behind this world with this day at its borders.

It's still a long way off for me to know the name of such a person.

Next to me, standing blurry, an old lady approached me.

Oh, this is the old lady who gave me candy balls at the city entrance.

She said with a wrinkled hand, smiling and laughing at my head.

"You, thank you... Mr. Chotos is paying for his sick daughter's medicine, and he's in terrible debt. We were all worried. Those wankers were horrible and no one could say anything..."

"What?"

hey...?

Grandma, what did you just say?

No, I don't care about talking about that fucking bald guy.

It's not there that matters.

My daughter...?

Did that bald guy have a daughter around his age!?

Then, stupid. Are you saying that there's finally something about my otherworldly life full of old men and monkeys that looks like a flag with a girl......!?

Is that it? Helping bald people out of debt was leading to a girl's offensive event, a targeted one!?

My grandmother gave me candy balls to solidify with her eyes open with too much amazement.

My grandmother is also trying to give Gore some candy balls. Kind......

Gore looks a little confused. This kind of reaction is unusual.

"Good for you, Gore. Take it."

Well, Gore won't be able to eat those candy balls, but I can get them later.

Let me wipe your body shiny instead.

From the candy balls in my mouth, I knew it tasted gentle sweet and slightly like nuts.