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

"Nevertheless, what is it...... I've done it, this."

He looked over at the Romantic Lover's Space on a wood leak day while holding his head lightly.

On the mossy ground, men with the appearance of fallen warriors lie miserable.

They have been subjected to obstinate assault and are so disillusioned that their faces do not remain in their original form. The apparently expensive equipment is also mostly destroyed and scattered around.

They are all no longer bug breaths.

It's a sight like after a typhoon.

... excuse me. I said it like a natural disaster.

Of course, all the culprits are our gore.

At your feet, a broken long sword is rolling.

I picked it up with a pattern.

"Wow, that's heavy..."

Since my torso is broken in about half, it shouldn't be half my original weight. But I still feel a lot of weight.

It's indisputable, it's a murder weapon.

If you look at the elaborate decorations, you can see that they are likely to be of high value to amateurs.

The men, the bearers of this sword, suddenly came out of their swords at the time of their first encounter. I don't think he's obviously a decent person.

When I say this, it may seem like a truly peaceful Japanese opinion -

But not at all, actually.

In this world, the man with the sword himself is seen there, but he who is actually pulling out his sword effortlessly has never seen it.

It is precisely this fact that underlies the idea that I was also passive in generating the "Battle Axe of the Earth" that preceded the negotiations.

- Perhaps in this world, the act of pulling the sword out of its sheath has a heavy meaning.

Ever since the summons, the experience of seeing a man I've exaggerated, in itself, perhaps, when I troubled him with a debt chimp in the city of Tibala?

But even then, it was Gore who got his hands on it first.

Those chimps were certainly helpless, but even they had good reason to pull out their swords, such as self-defense and peer retaliation.

If customary constraints on sword extraction did not exist in this world, those chimps would have pulled out their swords and flickered their blades, both when they threatened baldness and when they threatened me. In fact, there have been many opportunities for that.

But in the end, they didn't use their swords to threaten them.

I actually pulled out my sword just before it developed into a battle with me.

An act of sword extraction in this world should mean more than, at least, preparing the opponent to pull out his weapon as well.

Even though I'm not willing to kill or be killed, I show off my wheelblade and exaggerate my power in half - perhaps this is not a society where that is allowed to happen.

Maybe it's because the weapon is familiar, or maybe he's holding on to the line.

If they fall out, it's killing each other that starts.

It's not a kid's chamberlain.

"But then, who the hell were the guys rolling here...?

There was no hesitation in pulling out the sword and killing each other, and even knowing what was going on inside the golem, a mysterious armed group was about to strike in even smaller numbers.

Even if it was for robbery, it doesn't feel weird.

In the first place, I don't think the seven people who are unconscious here will be able to defeat the golems inside.

It was the shielded knight man who seemed to be able to play some game against the golem, but with this guy, it didn't look like a substandard strength to be able to deal with the massive amount of golem inside at once.

Whatever it is, there are still seven infantry...

And so far I thought about it, and I realized it.

Seven?

I'll count the number of men who fall to the ground again.

To a Beco Beco knight man, half a crushed haired man in the face.

There are five other guys in borough rag condition.

There are still seven of us.

"... one less person"

There must have been eight suspicious persons. Who the hell isn't there?

They're all warrior-style in armor, though they can't tell their faces from each other in boro rag condition.

Oh, yeah.

But there must have been another magician-inspired man who was short and wore a robe, right?

I can't see him anywhere but him.

"Son of a bitch, you got lost in the fight and ran away."

Speaking of which, only the man was in the rear guard, and he didn't come this way. If I wanted to escape, I might have escaped.

When I tried to conclude that, I heard a voice from behind.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

I looked back in a hurry.

In the bushes between the dim trees stands a figure in a robe.

A tall man in a black robe like a crow.

Definitely, an earlier man. Were you there?

"... well, I wouldn't even make a gap in the dimensions to position the golem. Your arms seem to stand, but aren't you used to running around killing each other?

I first realized it in his words.

Gore's already in position to cover me.

Perhaps she had done this to me from quite an early age. Because the enemy was right behind us, I didn't realize I was changing her position.

The man with the short body slowly walked, appearing again to the moss square.

The falling tree leak lights up its appearance.

I saw the man with the hood in his eyes again, and I slapped him in the neck.

Is this man really a magician to fulfill...?

He's certainly not in a robe, and he immediately hid behind the avant-garde during the battle. So I just thought he was the magician in charge of backup.

But it's kind of weird how he fits in.

The black robe around you is very different in design from the magicians' things we've seen before. The hem area is so shiny.

The most distinctive feature is the massive feather decoration on the shoulder of the robe. Besides, this is not a bird's blade or anything. Clear thin wings, like dragonflies or some kind of insect.

And from the neck, he was lowering a whistle like an ocarina.

I've never seen a guy dressed like this before. Who the hell is it?

And, well, I care who you are......

Based on how this guy looks, I cut him off. I'm not going to stand around. From what I've seen, I don't have anything like a weapon, and even with my arms, it's an atmosphere I'm likely to win.

Come to think of it, these guys have already lost seven of their total fighting power. With the high-speed melee specs here, not a single avant-garde of the opponent remains.

To be honest, I don't think there's ever a trend anymore.

There is no need to reward wasted violence any more.

"Hey, you. Will you follow us beyond the destruction of all allies like this? I don't know what's going on, and I need you to accompany me to the inside to tell me more."

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Suddenly, the man in the robe laughed out in a tall voice.

I was a little confused by that unusual sight.

At this time, he took away the hood he was wearing on his head.

What emerged from under the cloth was the face of a man in his forties or fifties.

Her eyes are tiny and her front teeth are out.

Somehow, you look like a rat, I thought.

"Kuhihihihi! The manipulation is amazing, so the battle is amateur. You're already ready, my winner."

That's what I said. A rat-faced man laughing at the Guerraggera.

Soon, I have a whistle in my mouth that was lowering from my neck.

"Oh man, you had to kill me first when you first met me. Mr. Gan's young golem user -"

Quick as I can tell, the man breathed softly into the whistle.

For a moment, I saw particles of magic gather in the whistle.

Is that a particle of wind...?

A strange wind-cut tone emitted from the whistle sounds sharply among the trees.

On purpose, I felt the forest air tremble slightly.

"What the hell..."

I told you, I noticed something strange.

The ground around the foot of the rat man is bubbling up, like a foam.

Shortly afterwards, as if a volcano were erupting, massive amounts of dirt and moss swept around.

I didn't explode.

It broke through the ground and something huge jumped onto the surface.

A long shadow that suddenly emerged from the earth.

The figure, overall, is black and creepy glossy.

On the head, tactile and giant jaw.

The myriad walking limbs that grew from the long standing torso, each of them as if they were willing.

There seems to be a hundred of them, those legs.

- It was one giant hundred feet.

I glanced up at the giant bug that curled up in front of me.

"Yes, it's too big..."

The length of the torso exposed to the surface is about 7 or 8 meters. If it's just the length, it's already more than the weight of a heavy golem at this point. Besides, this guy is this long with his half buried in the ground. You should have more actual body length.

If I had been a weak child, I would have definitely graduated.

I'm a person who doesn't judge animals by their appearance, and I don't hate bugs. But if it's a giant insect so far, the story is a little different. The first impression I get when I actually look at this guy with my eyes is not, first of all, whether it's grotesque or not. The instinctive fear that springs up is totally more winning.

Above all, from that double glance of invisibility of intelligence, the possibility of communicating was not felt as if.

The rat man grinned contentedly at the way I stood.

"What do you say? My sweet bug is yo."

"Mm, bugs?

"Mmm. Well, it's the first time I've seen it. What? Even when I look at my outfit, I don't think I'm a worm. Ignorance is really scary yeh...... hihi"

…………

Worm user.

It's just a kind of "warcrafter."

A warcrafter is a magician who specializes in serving some warcraft. It falls into one of the wind attribute versions of a special sorcerer's type, such as the "golem user” of the earthly attribute or the “sorcerer warrior” of the blood attribute.

Anything, they say they use wind magic to manipulate warcraft.

I have seen magicians with pets when I go to larger cities, etc. I don't suppose all of those people are like that, but it seems that some of them are warcrafters.

Originally an animal lover, it was a little admirable profession.

Of course, I belong to a strict religion that can only use earthly attributes. I can't be a real warcrafter who needs the aptitude of a wind attribute.

However, in the commentary on Introduction to Magic I, it was written that among the Warcraft users, this “worm user” is quite heterogeneous. The heterogeneous character of being treated as an extroverted part of the industry...

... No, seriously.

What better size than that?

Bugs are so big!?

I was wondering if you could manipulate even little bees and spiders. What the hell, you big fucking mukade! This is hardly a monster!!!

At the foot of such a monstrous muckade, the rat-faced man who said he was a worm stands with a cool look on his face. This guy is really controlling this monster.

"... I was just letting the bugs get in front of me. It took me a long time to call it back. When you destroyed the escort in an instant, I had a cold liver too."

The man, who said so with a thin smile, dropped his gaze down.

On the ground there is a bunch of stylish bandits rolling around turned into borough rags.

"Damn, this time we talked about putting a good guard on me, but if you open the lid, it's this motherfucker.... Well, adventurous, you mean like this"

After all, the wild dog is a wild dog, and the man muttered to throw it away.

"But in that regard, you're an anonymous son of a bitch. The country golem is better than any of these adventurers with a fallen sign."

Is...?

Was this bandit group, Mr. Adventurer??

Hey, yabe. You accidentally smashed it!!!

Destroy the Adventurer Party or something, I'm not totally the bad guy pattern!?

No, wait, calm down. Take a deep breath.

I think I just said something more about this guy than that.

"Put the bug in front of the inside," he said? What the hell were you guys going to do? "

"Mmm-hmm? Hi-ha. Golem's topsoil enemies can't be bothered, can they, from the front?

The rat man who said so pointed to the ground at his feet.

"So let the worms go out of the soil, it was a calculation to devour you from the inside.... Well, thanks to the extra intrusion, I'm going to be a little late for my stupid plans."

"Hey, this guy..."

Out of the question.

This man, were you going to let these worm monsters go inside?

If I had brought it in to Cage Castle Battle like that, it would have been, in fact, pretty bad.

At the same time, one line connected me when I heard this story.

The identity of the discomfort of the topsoil foe that Acetu was feeling was diving in the dirt, maybe this mukade.

Gore, I think, was putting in a prolonged exploration of these guys, too, perhaps.

It's like you're trying to grab hold of them.

The fact that she will be emptied for a moment with a long-distance enemy has certainly happened before. But if you think about it, this is the first time the sky has been up for such a long time.

Oh, my God.

Will enemies in the earth scratch the topsoil enemies of the Golem...?

In front of my warring eyes, the ground around the rat man began to thrive again in unison.

"... oh. Looks like the rest of you are finally back."

"Other mukade!? Isn't this the only one!

Is there anything else still nasty about this monster mukade?

I panicked.

That moment.

Breaking through the ground flashly, the huge long shadows of the plural emerged one after the other as bamboo.

I look at the soil and sand that rises by accident.

A 7-metre mukade giant with several muscles in front of him.

We confirmed the number of rookies, who appeared slightly rearward than the first one.

… there are four heads.

A huge chunk of muckade that has turned five heads in all is surrounding the rat man with its creepy, long body.

"This, so many things have gone wrong..."

Like the five heads twitching, it's like a Yamatano Orochi made of muckade.

It is a sight where the spine freezes.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Could this be the squeal of a muckade...?

Does Mukade ring when it gets big? I didn't want to know, that fact.

"Hii, fu, mi... ok, ok. Thanks to you, I got five heads safe."

A rat man, who was counting muckades with his fingers, returned his gaze to this one.

And he glanced at his long front teeth and laughed.

"… - So this is the end of the time chatter."

His whistle was once again carried to his mouth.

"Let me get this over with, but don't feel bad. I've got a job to do. Kihihihihi."

Has been annoying.

From the method that called these mukades earlier, perhaps this man manipulates the worms with the sound of that ocarina. The moment that strange tone resonates again, the formula is high for Mukade to come to kill.

... Not good. In addition to the unknown ability of the enemy, the distance is close and the number is high.

This is how I confront the front now, but if this is brought into a state of siege, Gore will be worried about me and unable to move.

Not if you hesitate.

I just have to make a quick decision.

"- GORE! Knock the mukade off!!!"

Triggering my voice, Gore flashed and stormed.

The aim is one protruding head.

Gore's white spinning kick burst into the long torso of a blackening mukade, spinning fiercely sideways like a tornado.

Direct hit.

Moments, the explosion sounds like air bursting.

The power and shock of a sneaky kick.

The whole body of Mukade, forcibly dug back from the earth, blows up towards the side.

A giant body clashed into the woods on the sidelines, making a noise of merriment and knocking down the trees.

After wrapping up and collapsing several trees as they were, Mukade's long torso fell to the ground.

Decided. It's a blow.

If you look at the whole body of the mukade dug up like this, it's really long.

The total length is over a dozen meters.

It's a complete monster.

But after all, he's not our Gore enemy.

I can do this.

"Well done, Gore! There are four of us left at once..."

So I stopped talking, and I snapped my neck.

Now I feel like Gore's back is just a little tiny.

I don't know, what's the move now?

Is that feeling, upset, or...?

What the hell happened to Gore?

Surprised, I gazed at Gore's gaze at how Mukade's body looked.

And shortly afterwards, I accidentally opened my eyes to the incredible sight in front of me.

The limbs of the overthrown giant Mukade are still moving.

Besides, that wasn't the end of it.

Or is this mookade? - Again, he rose up.

A black giant worm slowly brings a sickle.

A double-eyed eye with no intelligence or emotion stunned this one.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Is...?

Me and Gore closed our eyes and hardened.

This guy, he's not dead.

Alive.

Eating the direct hit of Gore's spinning kick, my heart is still moving......