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

It is located within the Society of Mages, in the second exercise area.

The golem match, which is an admission test, apparently takes place here.

This workshop is a complete indoor facility.

Halls like large gymnasiums are made of stone with walls and floors that look sturdy to see.

This is the second workshop, which means there's probably a first workshop somewhere. If there are a number of such facilities inside, then the building should also be wasted.

My brother-in-law explained the rules of the exam.

"The rules of the game for this practical exam are the same as those of the official golem competition. It is better to destroy the head of all the other golems, if you cannot settle in time, the judgment will determine victory or loss."

I see, should I break my head as usual?

It's a really simple and easy to understand rule.

For once, you also have a judgment win. By what criteria do we decide?

"What the hell is the criterion for judgment?

"There are a variety of detailed criteria, but roughly speaking, it's a cumulative point system for destruction sites. Essentially, it's a win for those who give their enemies more effective hits."

The employee's brother explains everything to me.

But his expression suddenly clouded here.

"But this time, the... Demaraan is the judge...... At the time you are brought to judgment, you may want to think you have lost"

………… Ah. That's right. It's Demaraan.

Definitely, you're gonna make a dirty decision against me.

"In short, you have to smash your head and win completely..."

"That's the thing... I'm sorry."

Never mind, it's not your brother's fault.

There are things that can't be done at the younger or lower end of the organization.

He was also subsequently briefed by his staff brother on a number of precautions.

No direct attacks on golem users.

It is also forbidden to use magic to attack enemy golems.

The point is, do a pure beating between the golems.

This point is rather gratifying to me, which way I can't cover shooting.

In addition, this is natural in a way, but deliberate attacks on the chest, which are still a deadly steep point in the Golem, seem to be a prohibited act.

Killing Golem in a game is ridiculous.

In the unlikely event of damage to the target's demon-guided nucleus, you will lose immediately, irregularly.

Also, since this is only a test to see the skill of the surgeon, they don't have to wear golem armor, but usually in formal golem-to-golem matches, they are obliged to wear armor for safety.

The golem armor would mean the chest armor of the example special stone.

Gore was told many times to watch out for accidents because he was not wearing golem armor.

This brother who worries about Gore's health is, after all, a kind man.

Nevertheless, when I hear these stories, I still sometimes wonder if I should buy Gore some armor as well.

From this guy's super defense, I don't think it makes sense.

Well, in any case, there's nothing I can do about it this time.

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"Well, I generally understand the rules...... Where's the key player?

I looked over at the large exercise area.

Demaraan is over there, sitting in a big chair and flirting.

Where did you bring that chair from...?

However, it seems that my opponent, the disciple of Demaraan, has not yet arrived.

What the hell kind of guy is coming?

And it's about what's going on in this practice area.

Actually, there's one more thing I've been concerned about since earlier.

"Whoa, whoa! This is another look at the confrontation between the disciples of Madis and Demaraan."

"It's been a while since I've had a bloodbath, too."

"It's an elegant cathedral golem. I wonder if you're shaping this goddess."

"Well, the rumored new apprentice is quite a young man, too. But isn't this the first time Master Madis has taken anything other than a female apprentice...?

The surrounding spectators, eventually, are noisy.

Sounds like a lot of fun, guys. Before one major piece of entertainment, you can't contain the excitement.

- That's right. There are so many more galleries......

Demaraan, who's going to execute me publicly, was the reason he touched me with a big voice all over the lobby.

Dozens of people have already gathered, and more and more continue to grow in numbers.

Even now, from the entrance, another 7 or 8 people, came in with a cute and lively.

Oh? I've seen something, a graceful Madame figure......

Wait a minute. That's Madame, the owner of the Grey Cathedral Golem, I saw downtown at noon!

Dude. How the hell are rumors spreading about this game!?

After all, things seem to be slowly becoming more important.

That's not good. This is pretty bad.

At this point in my brain, when I broke up at the entrance to the building, Grandma Tete's dialogue was refreshing.

- All right, Nemaki. If I get a weird rub, I'm gonna slap your ass a hundred times with a cane.

- If I rub it, I'll slap your ass a hundred times with a cane.

- With a cane, a hundred hits on the butt...

Baba's death sentence echoes as he circles through his head.

I can't believe Demaraan's asshole is doing such a duel show. In case Baba finds out, 100 beats is no longer a certainty.

Baba could relentlessly attack me with a full swing at my ass for ignoring the advance warning and running into bad behavior.

Give it a hundred shots.

Shit. I'm gonna cry.

Imagine a terrible future of death, me standing up with a blue face.

Seeing how I was like that, Demaraan began to laugh slightly at what he had misunderstood.

"Fuck you, Madis' apprentice. At first, I said something very prestigious, but when it came down to it, it still seemed to understand the horrors of my power, right?

…………

Shut up. I'm not in the right place right now.

I'm much more terrified of the blow of Baba's wand than of your invisible power.

Or it's all your fault that I'm feeling so crying right now. I will never forgive you.

When I was seriously cursing Demaraan, the spectators who were grumbling at the entrance turned.

At the same time, I heard a well-sounding, youthful man.

"Hey, hey, this guy's got a lot of room. Excellent. Russia, you're motivated."

He showed up waving his hands wide at the spectators around him, one man.

At your age, in your early thirties or something?

Shallow, dark, tanned skin with a thick face.

Somehow, atmospherically, it feels like a passionate Mediterranean man.

Demaraan welcomed this Mediterranean man with a smile.

"Oh, you're here, Purus! We've been waiting."

"Sorry I'm late, Master"

The man, called Purus, greeted Demaraan with refreshment.

And then he looked at me.

"Oh? Is my match opponent the use of the diocesan golem over there?

"Oh, yeah. Show us the difference in character. Twist him gently."

"I don't mind that...... What, isn't that a man? I was wondering if I could do it with that adorable Sailen girl because she was a disciple of Master Madis."

Purus looks at my face and makes me squirm like a bore.

This man must be my opponent.

Probably for sure. Behind him, he's carrying two armed blue golems.

Both are light golems of the same type with chest armor on.

Each one is equipped with a short stone spear on his right hand and a small, still stone round shield (round shield) on his left.

Height, around 1.8 meters.

It has a sleek shape and a compact overall look.

I know this golem, too.

"The target is a short-speared golem..."

Short Spear Golem.

According to the description of the "Golem Drawings," the name is given by the fact that the design of the head is sharp and also looks like the tip of a spear. Weapons also often use short spears like this, as the name suggests.

This short spear golem is a fairly popular golem, mainly in urban areas. In fact, I've already seen a few in Sarav, and I've confirmed a few in there.

The two bodies here now are bright marine blue fuselage colors, and furthermore, the chest armor and circular shield are elaborately crafted with a tang grass pattern. This seems to create a slightly stylish sense of speciality.

Still, with two of them?

"I mean, this guy also uses multiple golems..."

Same type as the Guinem one.

Compared to Guinem, who had four bodies, can you say, in number, that it is still easier?

While I was observing the Golems of Purus, he also seemed to be observing how our Golems were doing.

A surprising look of Purus called out to me.

"What are you, what's wrong with Golem's arming? Whatever the armor is, you're not gonna do it with me with your bare hands, are you?

Even if they make such a complaint, our partner only knows how to fight and kill Stegolo.

"... our golem is the most powerful piece of equipment"

"Yeah, do you even have a pair of hands? That's unusual.... it doesn't change which way it turns out. I don't care as far as I'm concerned if they don't even tell me later I lost because of my gear, etc."

In fact, saying so without much interest, the tanned Mediterranean man took a serious look at Gore, as he ordained it.

"Uhm, nevertheless... That would be a beautiful cathedral golem. I'm about to smash that pretty face, but it's so backwards."

Purus nodded loudly after watching closely as he licked Gore's entire body even more.

"Yeah, my hips are creased, my ass is shaped well. Especially the butt, it's so pungent on the little business. However, breast size is the only thing missing... Could that be your hobby?

Purus, you......

There are a lot of penetrations, but for now, don't mention that kind of shape in front of Gore himself... Sucks......

I was very awkward and saw how Gore was doing.

Speaking of which, Gore is losing his presence because of his lack of energy. Until now, it was completely out of consciousness.

Looking back diagonally, I noticed a change in her condition at this time.

... Gore's one, pretty frustrating.

I should have been depressed earlier, but now there's an aura of twitching and anger all over her body.

This guy basically doesn't listen to people other than me seriously. Exceptions are about Grandma Tete. So it's hard to imagine you were listening properly to Purus sexual harassment remarks.

Perhaps he's suddenly getting frustrated because he stubbornly looks at his butt and chest.

Sometimes, this happens.

Usually, before Gore explodes in frustration, I'll hold hands and do it, and I'll just quell your anger...

Well, it's going to be a game today, and it's going to be somewhat better than not feeling well and sober.

For now, let's leave it.

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At this time, Demaraan slapped his hands on his pussy.

"Come on, now the actor is ready! Welcome to the Sorcerer's Association Membership Exam!

The spectators at the venue cheered simultaneously.

My exams are totally made a spectacle...

"This time, it is my most disciple, Rudow Purus, who will allow me to serve as an honorable special examiner!

Demaraan's announcement brought even louder cheers to a boil.

Well, the majority of the cheers are due to the people who were around Demaraan.

Waving as Purus responds to the cheer.

"The challenger against is Madis Secret Apprentice, Nemaki Dasai!

Simultaneously boiling audiences.

Surprisingly, there's a lot of cheer for me, too.

I smiled and waved to the gallery.

I don't know what to say, I'm a Norrinoli, too.

Gore slowly moved forward diagonally.

It's a battle start position.

"Whoa, are you motivated? Please, Gore."

Gore lets his ears pinch and stick to his voice, making his eyes look like he's fighting.

But I was looking at the burning eyes and the beautiful side, and I got a little anxious.

Let's check the precautions.

"... Gore, I'm gonna kill you because it's two blue spear golems in front of you, right? Back there, you can't attack that sexual harassment called Purus, can you?

Gore looked back at this one.

Those long ears fell slightly and slowly, for a moment in his eyes, an unfortunate shadow fell.

It was dangerous......

If I hadn't been careful, the tragedy could have been wrapped up by Gore, who misunderstood the purpose of the game.

It was me who lowered my chest, but all of a sudden, the sound of a trumpet (trumpet) echoed in the workshop.

"... what's that noise now?

Me with my neck.

Gore is also looking at me with a decent face.

I don't know, either.

I look up to the universe amicably, me and Gore.

"- Dear Dasai! That's the signal for the start of the game! Be careful!

From the gallery, I heard a scream from an official's brother.

What!? Was that the gong of the war?

I gave my eyes to the enemy.

The Purus short-speared golems had already formed an odd, battle-formation-like formation.

He stands in front and rear rows with two bodies, sticking out a shield and a spear.

This, if the employee's brother hadn't yelled at me, would he have been subjected to an unintentional assault like this?

That's Master Demaraan, what he does is dirty.

And the staff brother, he's too good.

"Gore, it looks like we can start now.... please."

Responding to my voice, Gore rushed lightly toward the enemy.

The opposing short-speared golems stay in line with their shields and do not move.

Gore rapidly approaching.

We approached one of the enemy's vanguards at once.

Gore lifted one leg and released a kick to the horizontal giraffe.

Instead of saying hello, I'm kicking around.

"To a short spear golem in this state, a linear assault is. You're a perfectly amateur. - After we've prevented it, we're done with a poke at the counter."

Purus' blue short spear golem takes a defensive stance with a circular shield on his left hand.

At the same time, I could see a spear in the shadow of the shield.

White kick and blue shield.

Two bites, a staggered moment...

A roundabout kick during a fierce white storm crushed the shield with one blow.

The head of the short-speared golem was pruned, shattered and blown away by the Great Sickle of Death, for every shield erected.

The aftermath of a winding whirlwind sweeps through the practice area.

A scream came from the windy audience.

A fragment of the split blue vegetarian body is scattered like rain.

The elf, the pure white beauty goddess, remains in a kick-ass position.

That, as if to show off your white, beautiful legs.

What Gore let go of was certainly a spinning kick instead of a greeting.

However, it was a “goodbye” greeting.

One plane, destroy.

Everyone on the spot was out of line.

The stunned looking Purus shrugged.

"Oh, with the golem's primitive kick... you destroyed the Shield of the Hard Demon Rock...?

Pulse that is solidifying with its mouth wide open.

Suddenly, Demaraan behind me screamed.

"Be careful, Purus! He's probably making the circulating magic physically barrier. - The stiffness of his golem's fist is not a ratio of the same weapon or anything!!!"

But Purus, who had received the word, wandered.

"Bu, physical barrier......? Master, this is a cathedral golem!? Some armored ghosts can use such moves. Then..."

"On reason, it's a reproducible move in all the golems! Fine, finish it now for real. It's a really nasty move, but it's not like you can never defeat it!

Sweating like a waterfall, yelling Demaraan.

The reprimanded Purus has stared at this one.

Apparently, he's regained his spirit.

He pointed his finger at me and proclaimed it with dignity.

"Fine, I mean it from here too! I've been using strange moves, but I've had a little fun..."

Quick as I can tell, Purus started chanting.

"-" Earth Demon Army Shoes "(Golem Gunka) Heh!

The legs of one remaining short-speared golem began to wrap up massive wind particles.

I've never seen such magic before.

But I think this is probably supportive magic for the golem.

Have you noticed?

Now Purus' magic works normally on the short-speared golem.

Not deactivated.

It is usually a golem that nullifies or greatly reduces witchcraft by means of circulating magic flowing through the body, with the exception of this.

It's witchcraft that uses "magic flowing through the veins and perfectly homogeneous magic" - that is, witchcraft by the golem user himself. In this case, magic doesn't interfere with each other, so they don't play.

Thus, some of these supportive magic, chanted by the golem users themselves, works almost 100% against their partner's golem.

Even so, supportive witchcraft for the golem itself should be a less user-friendly, rather difficult technique. I guess there's still just something about this guy named Purus, Demaraan, coming up as a surrogate.

"Ha, I want to be surprised! You're not the only one who can strengthen the Golem!

A proud Purus shouted at me.

No, you're making some mistake, Purus.

I can't use moves that enhance the golem.

Well, I can do a similar effect by praising him, or why he does it, and enhancing Gore's feelings...

At this point, his short-speared golem threw away the stone shield.

And when Gore flashly blew the first of the vanguards, he picked up another spear off the floor, rolling all the way over there.

Two spears.

"Be the sacrifice of my pale short spear! It's a beautiful cathedral golem!

Purus says it's refreshing.

Almost at the same time, the short-speared golem gave himself in greatly.

And then he turned to Gore ahead and stepped out all at once.

- Disease.

Wind-wrapped legs are creating explosive acceleration.

Is this the effect of the Supporting Sorcerer's Shoes?

Short spear golems shouldn't have been that fast of a fuselage.

Nonetheless, at this moment in time, the blue golem in front of us is almost speeding close to the highest speed in the moment of Guinem Bali's dogmatic golem.

As a pale lightning bolt, a fleshy short-speared golem all at once.

Two sharp spears rolled out at uneven speeds in the eye reach the head of Gore.

Exactly, absolutely deadly.

... but Gore tilted his neck a little and dodged it slightly.

(d) A spear of spears is swept through heavily as the momentum continues.

A short spear golem that is sent a special attack and greatly disfigured.

Suddenly, Gore shook his palm overhead.

And the next moment.

- A special white knife burst vertically into the blue golem's brain.

That was a brilliant Tangzhu "Takeshi" split.

A short spear golem, slashed in two by the brain weather, tumbles down more and more. There was a fierce noise when the bare body and hard stone floor surfaces collided.

The cracked blue golem, lying on the ground, did not rise.

It is precisely second-decade.

Well, it will...

Because Gore has played golem games with Guinem, and his eyes are no longer completely used to this level of high-speed combat.

Moreover, when I spent my lunch with Guinem playing with him every day, I always dealt with four clowns of this speed at the same time.

With one more, there's no way I can do something about Gore...

I guess what the finish was about was the habit of playing with the clowns, which got out. Because I always asked Gore to use a knife with less destruction area so that it wouldn't be difficult to repair...

Still, you stunningly filled it up.

The head broken into two short spear golems is a very vivid incision.

Gore's knife originally had a sharp cleavage, but as he used it, he was proficient and his moves were becoming more and more crisp.

This knife is no longer a complete, sword-based slashing attack.

In front of the blue wreckage of the falling golem, Purus stands blindly.

"Why...... Ah... it's impossible. This..."

When I saw a Mediterranean man with a vain eye, I felt kind of sorry for him.

This guy's supportive witchcraft was usually amazing.

If the golem of fast combat was the first time for Gore, wouldn't it have been a surprisingly good line?

"The... I don't think your moves were so bad, huh? Supporting magic was amazing, actually. Even the speed was about Guinem's cloud golem... I was quite surprised by that."

Purus turned to me with a vain eye when I spoke.

"Guinem......?

Oh, well. You don't know if they say Guinem or anything.

Even if someone else's friend's name comes up, I'm usually in trouble.

"Oh, no. He's just my golem friend... I'm going to fight a similar battle with multiple golems just like you. He was pretty strong, too."

Surprisingly, Purus reacted to these words of mine.

"Guinem...... No way, the three Balinese guys?

Oh? Did you know Guinem, too?

I think this place is quite far from the Sadie clan, but the owner network of the Golem doesn't seem to be a good idea.

"Oh, yeah! It's Guinem Bari. What, you know each other, too? Then you talk fast.... Even so, he's never been able to win a battle with me! haha."

To me with a smile, for some reason, Purus' expression is frozen.

"You think you beat all three Balinese men? That's possible..."

Purus' gaze flowed to his own love machines, lying unharmed in the exercise area.

The shoulder began to tremble as a mess.

"... no. It's all true..."

His hands, trembling as he swallowed the unbelievable reality, covered its mouth.

"Or there's no way you can win. I'm the one who can win..."

The shallow black, tanned man dropped his knee disappointingly, bumping and whining.