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

"And I can't believe it...... Gore's spinning kick now, he was totally in there...?

Slowly up, the giant Mukade shines black.

The countless walking limbs are vibrant, as if they were not moving dull.

I didn't initially get the impression that it was hard from this dark skin of mukade. Nonetheless, the area attacked does not appear to be damaged at all.

There are no dents or scratches left.

Weird. Unusual endurance.

No. If you look closely, Mukade seems to be throwing up traces of green fluid from around his mouth. Is it possible that she is vomiting blood?

Isn't that totally no damage...?

However, that can be considered an end-of-life problem. Looking back at his past combat career, it's obvious that Gore doesn't add to or subtract from attacks other than interpersonal fights where he has a reluctance to me. Seriously unleashes an attack that your enemies mince in one shot.

I mean, this mukade took Gore's real blow and he's not dead yet. On the contrary, it often rose without the appearance of damage.

Worth the amazement. It's a horrible life form.

Gore turned his body around, putting me on my ass as it was hardened by surprise.

Apparently, she decided to leave this one head, blown aside by the sidelines and distanced for now.

Gore launches the assault against the four remaining mukades forming in front.

The white elf turned into a bullet and fleshed into a flock of mukades at once.

Released, full-power right straight.

Its special fistfight engulfed the dark body of the central mukade.

A heavy impact pushes through the giant of the mukade.

From the vicious shaped mouth, a green fluid erupted.

but Mukade doesn't die.

The outer skin, where the fist appeared to be entrapped and concave, also made a vocal and light noise, which in an instant reverted back to normal.

What is that skin...?

What if the blow isn't working because of that?

Gore's back is big and thin.

I'm upset.

The durability of this mukade seemed completely unexpected to her as well.

No. But nonetheless, it's just a little odd how Gore is doing right now.

I feel kind of too upset.

Why is Gore so frightened?

Only this guy, there's got to be nothing wrong with bugs. Number one, then you'd be scared of Mukade from the start. This guy suddenly started to get upset just after the person who got the spinning kick was alive.

But I don't know why, if anything else. Gore is in the middle of a fight, a killin 'machine for basic brain muscle power play. Whether the attack works a little or is avoided, it's the kind of thing that hits the chase in silence.

What the hell is wrong with you, Gore? It's not even like you.

Why stop the attack?

"GORE! It's a hand knife!!! If you slash it, you might get damage!

I was screaming unexpectedly.

He bathed in my voice and saw his strength again in Gore's right hand, which was shriveling.

Hidden right palm can be positioned much horizontally.

This is a special knife that has swept away many enemies.

A flash of horizontal gills.

With Mukade's flank, a white handknife burst.

Please, make up your mind!

At the same time I screamed in my heart, a white blade penetrated deeply into the black torso that stood at me.

However, the knife slipped sideways and slipped out into the air.

- Disconnected, not cut.

The wet, shiny mukade skin does not have one scratch on it.

You're lying, doesn't it work?

Though it would be a bumpy leg like a cow's giant tree, but it would be the outer shell of a monkey's hard rock, but it would be the brainchild of a sharp stone in a short spear golem. I've broken everything up like tofu, completely sword-based slashing, you know, Gore's knife.

Neither blow nor slaughter works.

There was an unpleasant sweat on my forehead.

What floated behind my brain was the worst enemy I ever fought. It looks like a giant evil dragon.

That's right. I've never seen a guy standing after a blow to Gore other than that immortal fucking cheat dragon, the Ancient Land Dragon.

No way, this guy is also a physically invalid enemy...... Is it the same type as an ancient earth dragon...?

A rat man shouted proudly at me.

"Kihihihihihihihi! Golem, then, you'll never defeat this" soft shell hundred legs "! This guy's software absorbs all the shocks and even the damage is quickly healed by the water demon. It's a golem-killer, immortal bug!

At the same time as his high laughter, four mukades began to storm in unison.

He made his body as long as a whip, and gradually began to hit his body around his hand.

The trees of the forest, where the giant hit, collapse one after the other.

Oh, please don't.

Romantic lover space is destroyed......

If she could do it one day, I would have made it a date course.

At this time, Gore, who dodged Mukade's body at the spot, jumped back to me.

She held my hips gently as they were and jumped about a dozen meters at once to flow.

"Whoops!?"

Sudden embrace. No rejection, no acceptance, no preparation of the mind, no shit.

I flew backwards, holding him in my arms.

The scenery flows in an instant. I feel like a shrimp or a crab.

Gore, jumping backwards, fluttered me down to the ground.

This position is no longer just the end of the moss square. I was also shaped like a butt on a mundane moss.

"What are you doing all of a sudden? Surprised, already..."

Stand up whilst protesting Gore.

Over there, the giant mukades are still raging around flashly.

I looked at the way it was, and I was a little.

The place where I stood until earlier had been plunged into the muckade and wrecked unscrupulously.

If Gore hadn't held me and zaligani jumped, would he have been crushed?

"Sorry, foreword withdrawn. Thanks..."

I'm always sorry, buddy.

From what I've seen, there's no way the Mukades are going to chase us this far.

Apparently when we get to this distance, we're out of range of their attack.

However, despite our departure, the Mukades are still raging like crazy. It's like destroying it as instincts do.

Or there should still have been fashionable bandits rolling around that area where Mukade wandered......

Whoa. No way, worm bastard, no enemies, no allies, no sight?

Either way, I can't help myself to such a wild immortal giant creature.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

"Damn. Gore, I have no choice but to do this. Quite harsh to be honest, but I managed to target that bug user's chances of direct attack on himself..."

Gore shook my hand, I told you.

"? What's up?"

If you look, Gore's long ears are only slightly lowered. I'm not well.

At this point, she stared at my face so that she could ask.

But it was only for a moment that my eyes met. I was immediately distracted.

She stayed put and tried to hold me again.

The next hug is not an immediate hip-hug like the one we had earlier. A so-called princess hug for a full-scale emergency exit. I don't really like it because it's embarrassing, and Gore on the other hand loves it so much, it's an example hug.

"Gore, you...... Are you going to leave...?

I didn't even think about it, it's Gore's calm decision.

I've never seen her escape before. This guy didn't quit on that ancient dragon opponent either.

So myself, unconsciously, Gore was setting up an operation on the assumption that he wouldn't retire.

Right. Here, are you leaving?

Certainly there is no clear way to open it, as it stands.

There is also the possibility that the situation could get even worse by staying here and fighting.

Above all, the retreat on this occasion is also in line with my way of thinking about fraternity.

No matter how dangerous and horrible the bug monster is, I honestly didn't feel comfortable killing the innocent creature.

Though monsters, fellow living on the same star.

It's a loving and honorable life.

"Okay, okay. Let's temporarily retreat here."

I decided to retreat, as recommended by Gore. And I tried to leave myself to her reaching out to be held by the princess with great patience.

But then I casually looked at Gore's face and stopped moving.

Gore's eyes are stained with sad blue.

"Is...? Why are you crying?"

Gore is crying.

Why?

Why are you suddenly crying in this situation?

I don't know why.

Or I have no idea what that means.

But only the killer who made Gore cry is clear.

Gore has been looking kind of weird ever since he started fighting those mukades.

upset so much that it doesn't seem to be, or trying to get away immediately.

It's a muckade, for sure.

I don't know why, but Gore was made to cry because of that muckade.

Wet your eyes so sadly.

My, precious, cutest gore in the world.

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Ahhhhh fucking pests!!!

Forgive me. Exterminate.

From the beginning, I didn't like the vermin muckade at all.

The life of inferior arthropods is not originally worth fine dust. That's what I thought from the start.

A fellow living on the same star? I don't know.

Physical void? I don't know.

Let go of the dirt demon guide.

It doesn't matter anymore, whether it works or not, whether you find out or arrest me. I've already come to my head.

Basically, I didn't do anything wrong, but I thought it was unreasonable to be arrested just for using a magic guide. I don't like it anymore. I won't tolerate it anymore. Shoot. Shoot all over.

They shoot dirt spear missiles in a row until they die, and they make all the pests that made Gore cry into skewered insect specimens.

I don't know about the rest anymore.

"Gore, rest till the tears draw. I'll take care of it later."

As she was surprised, she opened her eyes of Ethereal Ball (Sapphire) color.

At this time, for the first time, I had a good eye for her.

Ha...?

Speaking of which, from earlier on, I've hardly been in contact with Gore for a long time.

Gore always looks me in the eye when we talk. Because my eyes are always on me, I have a very strong impression of Gore's red eyes staring at me. It's also because she notices right away when she turns away.

But Gore's gaze at my face has been subtly flawed ever since I went into battle with Mukade.

What she was staring at with a crying face was a little bit above my eyes.

Forehead.

Gore's been looking at my forehead.

Why did you do that...?

After a moment of doubt, there came up a sense of ready-to-see that would dispel it.

Blue eyes as wet as tears.

Look at my forehead, Gore.

Haven't we had the exact same situation before?

In the midst of his death battle with the ancient dragon, he blew his stone bullet and my forehead cracked. I remember very well. Ever since I've been in this world, I've been caught in a training ground, but it was only once that I was seriously pushed and wounded.

Right. Gore is just like me, I've always remembered.

That I lost my chance to escape by continuing to recklessly advance against my physically invalid opponent in that battle with the Land Dragon, and as a result, I was both in a predicament.

At that time, Gore cried because of my forehead injury. Gore's one, have you been sick and dragging about that time?

So as soon as I found out the attack wouldn't work on Mukade, I was suddenly lying back or losing confidence and trying to escape lightly.

My partner has completely traumatized that event...

"... I see that's what happened"

I exhaled deeply.

Let's calm down a little.

I seem to have a lot of blood on my head when it comes to Gore.

Let's say I was able to skewer and defeat the Mukades there in an attack by dirt demons as I did. Sure, that, somehow, feels cool. Even the title of Hippo will be returned as I wish.

But then it's just like in the ancient dragons.

Gore's trauma and bad taste will surely remain insurmountable.

Now she's very timid against someone whose punch won't work.

Maybe in the future, strong enemies like Gore can't be defeated with a single pan will show up more. And every time Gore keeps scared of the trauma that got me hurt?

Indeed, it is also important to give up reckless attacks and sometimes turn to retreat. Rather too aggressive. I also feel like my partner is just fine enough to be a little more timid and cautious.

But...

I don't think that sounds like a gore who's always full of energy and rambling in fun.

I don't want Gore to hang out.

You can make me feel a little uncomfortable or annoyed, so I want you to laugh happily.

"... hey gore. Can't you really kill that muckade?"

I spoke gently, holding Gore's hand.

She looks at me like she's asking.

Actually, I've been thinking, Gore.

Whatever it is for you this time, I was wondering if you would have decided to withdraw too quickly.

Because you've only attacked about three times in total, haven't you?

"I was spitting that muckade blood...

…… - If you beat me up outdoors, wouldn't you die?

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"Ha ha...?

A rat man, who seems to have been listening, is making a noise like a scream over there.

But I kept talking.

"Hey, Gore. I think if you always beat me up with oraora with a rush like you did when you were pretty, I'd be dead if I couldn't recover. That mukade."

Gore's shaking eyes, staring back at me.

The blue-dyed iris was already returning to its original red jade color.

I put my hand on her cheek and spoke gently. I'm timid of falling and can't practice my bike, like talking to a little kid.

"Why don't you just hit him a little harder? If you can't, I'll take care of it, okay?

I stroked her head to cheer her up and laughed brightly as usual.

"Why don't you come with me, Gore?

She overheard my words so she could bite them off for a while.

But eventually you made up your mind, and you stepped forward on my diagonal.

All right, come on, Gore!

"Oh man, did you realize you couldn't win and you felt like touching me...? Hit me and I'll tell you that I can kill 100 soft shell legs, or suddenly start dictating my golem with a sweet whisper..."

The rat man is twitching.

But I don't care about that.

This is between me and Gore to overcome the trauma of the past.

I gently slapped my partner on the shoulder, like I was gonna push him on the back.

With her resolute attitude, she starts walking forward.

The counterattack has begun.