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

I stood still on the battlefield trail.

The danger and safe use of Mr. Axe is also a problem, but more importantly, what the hell was that crossbow golem sniper earlier?

Stupid, big arrows are flying in huge distances.

Description of the drawings and isn't it as if it were different?

I'm pretty sure he was awesome. But I don't think mere arm goodness explains flying distance, etc.

Is it because the performance of the golem seems to change considerably with the power of the generator?

But it feels strange that I did.

Kind of, like, too strong...

I'm not familiar with the style of combat in this world. But that crossbow golem was earning all that range in this world with supposedly limited means of ranged attack. That's a hell of an advantage, normally. As a weapon, could it no longer be evaluated as performance in another dimension?

If something like this exists, it seems good to have quite a description in the drawings.

However, in that sense, there already exists a real example of a strong golem at an unclear level, like our golem. Is there no way to think deeply about it? No, but......

I was about to be swallowed by a whirlpool of thought.

When I realize it, my bald spot is looking at me with my battle axe.

Whoa, no! Did you use the magic guide?

My baldness asked me with a strange look in my heart.

"It's Nemaki. Is that an ancient magic weapon... and a demon weapon?

"... to? Oh, oh. Yeah. Of course, you're right."

In the meantime, I decided to keep my story to baldness for once.

I'm quite a man who can read the flow of the field.

"I didn't mean to surprise you any more. I didn't know you were a demon weapon user...... But a demonic weapon flew through the sky in such a lame way..."

Lizards roar, bumps and squeals. This fucking bald guy, now you're calling people subtle again.

But with this appearance, he doesn't think he used magic tricks.

Is there a magic prop similar to my axe?

Either way, this was very helpful.

Honestly, when I let go of the axe with my magic guide, I thought everyone would be killed, and there was blood on my head, and I didn't think about the rest of it.

But still, if you try to calm down, of course you don't like being arrested with me.

Besides, if the contents of the example Lübeu Zailaine's will are correct, the story is that many demonic kings of the past have been killed. That normally means he was expelled, caught and sentenced to death, right?

I mean, if I get arrested, too, maybe my life sucks, not where my career gets scratched. The Magic King may not be guaranteed basic human rights and may not receive a fair trial.

"Hey, I'm done. Mr. Golem is amazing."

Your grandfather spoke to me.

He has a bright smile as he looks at the magicians lying dead.

Oh, you still have that sunny smile on your face.

I mean, this guy thing is totally into our situation. I'm so sorry......

"Nemaki, come on!

At this time, innocent Teru jumped at me.

"Whoa, it's dangerous."

I lowered my axe back and gently took the young girl with my left hand.

"Nemaki, you're amazing!

Teru's smile in her arms is emitting a dazzling glow.

Really? I could protect this 5-year-old's smile off...

Even I, a garbage scumbag demon king with only the knowledge of hippos and less than kindergartners, managed to protect only the children's dreams and future. Really good.

I was relieved to be one adult who should be a role model for children.

Still, your brother's really tired. Mainly cardiac fatigue......

But in the end, when I threw my axe back at the person who had unleashed the arrow, I just responded to the violence with violence.

Of course, in that situation, I don't think that decision was wrong.

But this time, who was the greatest and who was the most splendid adult that could be your model... I'm sure it was your father who courageously tried to come to peace negotiations.

Without a doubt, your dad was the most culturalist.

I saw a middle-aged man who was still roaring in arms next door.

But, of course, there's no way this proud me would divulge such honest feelings in front of this fucking bald spot.

I told Teru off with a spare smile.

"Ma, if grownups like your brother and dad are serious, this is it. Bad guys are crazy."

I crouched down, matched the child's gaze, and did Teru's head. It is the duty of adults not to intimidate children to lower their gaze in this way.

I'm gazing at you, so naturally, Teru's face is close.

Its young eyes, which looked close, sparkled like glitter and jewels.

Suddenly, Teru, she kissed me on the cheek.

Little bud-like lips are warm and soft.

...... Ha. You're really not here, are you?

I gently combed her fluffy chestnut hair with my hands.

Teru's young cheek is dyed red like a rose.

Well, the truth is, a girl of this age is old enough to even kiss a stuffed bear or something. The bald one, too, would have a hard time watching the gaps and doing a stuffed toy laundry.

Besides, Teru. I'm sure you don't know what that means yet, but you really have to take that lightly.

Something about a kindergarten boy friend makes a sad mistake in your behavior and steps out of his life a lot. The thoughtful attitude of girls my age is so sinful...

But when you think about it, this situation right now is the very scene of the sweet and sour Kings Road, where you are mouthed from heroin after defeating a powerful enemy.

And yet, why do you only give me a mouthful of 5-year-olds?

Ah. Shit, I think I'm gonna cry.

Or so, Teru. If you hold him so tight, it's time for the bald guy standing there to make sure he's clean, and he wants to monopolize you.

Hmm? Gore?

That's when I realized. Gore's one is not on his side.

Usually, they're definitely supposed to be brutally taking away Teru.

Where'd he go?

I explored the position. I'm not at Guinem Bari's. Did Gore hit him or he's falling on the ground over there?

... Found it. Gore is in the woods.

Turning his gaze, a white shadow stands in the woods knocked down by the trees.

She was royal in front of a big golem with her right arm cut off and her buttocks on.

The fog is already clear and the figure of the golem is exposed.

It's a brown sloppy golem.

Is that the crossbow golem? You really are a heavy golem.

Big torso, but very thick arms and feet.

I get the impression from my physique that I am completely separate from the light golem because I have quite a width as well as my height.

However, this guy still feels that the percentage of armor-like increase in armor is very different from the light golem. I'm talking about not originally for melee, and I don't know if there's much emphasis on defense.

The golem user, caught in peripheral damage caused by the axe, is also unconscious among the fallen trees.

The man with the eyelids.

I'm bleeding out of my head, and I'm peeling my white eyes off. Look at that face, oh? I thought.

I recognize that face somewhere...

That's where I remembered.

He was looking at me in the Paisley Chamber of Commerce lobby, isn't he a handsome eyelid man!

I didn't know the eyelid man was the crossbow golem user then.

There is no longer a handsome face like the one I saw at the Chamber of Commerce on that face with sloppy white eyes peeled off. Because of that, I was late to notice.

I see, right? Was this guy looking at me from the waiting seat in the Chamber of Commerce lobby at that time, the target of the murder...

From the fact that the fog was fading away immediately after this man fell, the fog of enemy inhibition that was probably covering the forest was generated by him himself.

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But my peaceful sentiment time came to an end here.

From all of Gore's body, standing in front of the crossbow golem, he noticed a rough black kill erupting with fierce momentum.

Shit. Gore's one, it's totally clean.

Indeed, this was a development in which Gore was supposed to be 2000% crisp.

I'm usually a significantly less motivated person for acts of violence, but this time, I was rarely motivated to fight because of my pure desire to protect an old man or a small child. So "Battle Axe of the Earth" was a constant activation of new moves. Thanks to that, by chance, I got nothing.

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And this crossbow golem was the executioner of the sniper.

Before I uttered a word of restraint, Gore kicked down the crossbow golem and became a horse rider, beginning to beat that face unscrupulously.

To be precise, Golem's head was completely destroyed in the first blow, but Golem, with anger, has rarely struck the ground in the position where his head was.

Gore, whose anger did not subside, began to clamp the remaining left hand of the poor heavy golem into force.

A brown, giant golem arm pulled vividly on the elf's white thin arm.

The arm came off his shoulder making a noise with Bakin.

"Oh, hey, Gore, the battle is already on. I feel sorry for you more than that..."

That's when I finally rushed to the nearby, and I walked over to the grate and gore side. It is the figure of a pitiful owner.

I watched her go wild, trying to stop her in as much as I could.

Maybe I could have stopped it right away...... No, 'cause, uh, give me a minute. Now I'm here with a dash of everything I can from the other side of the woods, okay? My breath is rising.

But the next moment, I breathe.

Gore's angry, murderous red eyes sparkled, his right hand swung wide.

The aim is Golem's chest.

Position of the heart.

There's a demon nuke in there.

baldness said. The primitive body of the Golem can be repaired relatively easily, no matter how much it is destroyed in battle. But only the demon-guided nukes that are granted pseudo personality, when destroyed, can never be repaired again.

It is the very heart of that golem, formed with a pile of memories and experiences, that dwells in the demonic nucleus of the golem's chest.

That destruction means “death” in the Golem.

- Gore is going to kill this crossbow golem.

I jumped at Gore with a selfless obsession.

As usual, Gore doesn't resist my movements at all. So she flipped with her right hand up when she got so upset when she hugged me with momentum.

Covered over a fallen gore on his back, it took the form of a push down to the ground.

I have her soft feeling under my body. It had a faint fever.

I stared at her with a serious look as I pushed Gore down.

Because of the full force dash earlier, my breath is rough.

I'm breathing like an excited beast, but I can't help it.

Whenever a powerful and hot exhale blurs at a distance that is likely to be touched, Gore twists himself into a slice and his long ears are tingling and trembling.

Two deep red eyes stared back at me with a moist, hot gaze.

But behind those eyes shining in her dreams, she felt something, a grave readiness, was hidden.

There was that weight, perhaps, as if I had made up my mind to dedicate just one important thing in my life.

... Apparently, this guy was also prepared to be preached.

But it's not enough to make such a grievous decision.

I told her to overlap, slowly.

"Hey, Gore. - Let's not kill the Golem."

Yes, it is. I was against killing the Golem.

"I know you're acting like you think of me. There's an irrational violence going through this world, and no matter how sweet I am, I don't think I can kill anything. In time, in self-defense, there may be occasions when we have to kill humans.... but let's not kill the Golem"

Gore is staring into my eyes, as he asks.

I kept talking like a gentleman.

"... hey, Gore. Even you, if I asked you to kill your enemy, you wouldn't hesitate to kill me, would you? Big golems there, even clown golems, I'm sure they're just like you. These guys aren't bad. The bad news is, I'm the owner."

I had a firm belief.

It is the owners who have not been able to scratch or groom who are responsible.

Dog... it wasn't, Golem has absolutely no sin.

Besides, the Golem has a clear means by which it can be completely powerless without killing. All you have to do is break your head, which is stripped out defenselessly. I don't need to kill you for deliberately choosing a breast covered in thick armor.

"All right, all right?

I kept pushing Gore down, and I was gentle with his head.

Gore stares back at me like he was flabbergasted by heat.

This guy is smart, so you must have figured it out.

In the first place, Gore keeps every promise he makes to me, he's a good guy.

Well, all the enemies were powerless.

I got up from above Gore, which seemed unfortunate, and walked out to the wagon where everyone was.

Sometimes we have moved into the woods and moved away from everyone, and the supply of magic to the "Battle Axe of the Earth" has already been cut off earlier. In the robe, the axe became a black particle and disappeared.

The collapse of the axe has cut off the magic guide, which has put an end to the boost state of my ability to recognize space.

- That's why I didn't realize it at this time.

Gore, who found a new spearhead of anger, rose up slowly.

And he quietly walked over to the eyelid man with the crossbow golem falling behind him, raising his pyrotechnic killer...

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With a big back stretch, he took a relaxing look at the squares along the streets that became battlefields.

In the meadows, a carriage and three old children. A short distance away are massive rolls of Zutaboro mages.

That's all that comes into view.

In the beautiful blue sky, there is a stream of white clouds. Of course I don't know what it's like to be a bird way over the other side.

Again, that's just about it.

If you're activating the magic guide, it's not good that you're in a series of serial modes that don't come from me because you see too many things. I'm so tired.

I could see Guinem Bari spraying his nosebleed and stretching ahead of his casual gaze.

At this time, one question arose.

…… No, you let the Gore one, Guinem Bari, with a weak punch. "

Though it is the fainting, even in the long run, Guinem is the only obvious minor injury.

From what I've seen, it feels like a light blow to the face and a KO.

All the other sorcerers are seriously ill and they seem to be badly hurt...

"What the hell...?

I thought about it and realized something.

I see, right? On second thought, no matter what the reality, Guinem Bari hasn't attacked me at all. In the end, all that guy was doing was gobbling the clowns.

Besides, during the battle, only this guy in the enemy was having a conversation with me on a normal tense.

Because Guinem praises me for doing our cute Gore thing, I wasn't unconsciously provoking that much hostility either. No, I'm rather proud of the conversation, blah, blah, blah. It's not much different than when I usually talk to bald people.

Gore hasn't always listened to anyone but me. From her point of view, I may have been subtly unable to tell if this guy was just one of my golem-guy Gessen buddies on the way...

I started walking slowly toward Guinem Bari, who was fainting.

Convenient. I need this guy to confess to the Paisley Chamber of Commerce crime.

I'm no longer willing to take a step further than I've been hit so far.

Let's go to Paisley's fools and protest with perseverance.