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

Gore, who has revived his will, and a legion of giant mukades confront him.

Mukade has four heads on the front.

And in the sidewalk woods a little further away, another head. This is the first individual to blow it up with a spinning kick.

"Oh my God, I'm so ridiculous that I ate it properly... Beat me up and I'll kill 100 pairs of soft shells. Don't be ridiculous."

A rat man told me to throw up with a look of contempt.

"If that's the kind of bug you can take down, I'm not even bothered to be called to the back of a mountain like this.... Past history proves it. In the Golem, you'll never beat a hundred soft shells. Absolutely."

Even if they say so, I'm not going to pull any further with Gore.

"Well, I guess I'll have to actually try that. And now..."

"Your... 100 feet of soft shell, what do you mean?

Isn't that worm, in fact, beyond fine control?

".................. ugh!

The mouse man's one-eyebrow cracked and he cramped into small pieces.

Again. It was an inquiry that was meant to be about the answer match, but this reaction would be a graphic star.

I've been observing these guys' movements ever since the battle began.

Because I can afford that.

I'm a total hippo at the moment, overwhelmingly free, just a referee. We are free to analyze the overall war situation.

I'm getting more and more wasted working out in numerous training ground referee operations, and I don't need you to look me in the eye for this war situation analysis.

These giant mukades continued to storm for some time after we retreated outside our attack range, engaging in attacks on every ally, and originally appeared to be quite cluttered. Besides, because of the fact that there are multiple heads, I can barely see a systematic movement just because they are wild around a rat man who is a worm user.

Even when fighting similarly active sorcerers, the battle feels distinctly different from when using multiple golems.

Whether it be Guinem Bari or Rudow Purus, the use of multiple golems was taking a tactic of warfare that maximized the advantages of having multiple golems: holding back Golem's offense with complex tows using four full bodies, or splitting them into avant-gardes and rear guards for the counter. Little cunning Guinem was enough to divide his power as long as the situation allowed and even put the operator's direct attack on me into perspective.

But that's not how this worm works. Even though there are five mukades.

In addition, the biggest discomfort was the first one Gore isolated with a spinning kick.

... There are no signs of this guy returning to the front.

It's a collapsed forest on the sidelines, and it keeps waiting in the trees.

Gore was initially going to kick this individual to death with one blow. That's why I blew it aside carelessly. When this muckade rose up almost no-damage, I thought inside, spinning kicks were bad. In this position, I thought it would be sandwiched from the side, in conjunction with the mukades on the front.

In practice, however, this individual barely even moves in position.

Because it's big and intimidating, it also looks like it's towing from the side at first glance. But if you think calmly, there is no more pointless use of mukade.

Because the durability of this mukade makes it possible to attack Gore, which emits an instant death punch, quite forcefully. If you're free to move, there's a better way to use it. Even if the four heads on the front were needed for the operator's own defense, this one just turned to play and the war situation should have been scratched around scatterly.

That's how much I can afford to convince Gore to suffer from trauma, so much so that he can't make it.

Perhaps, unlike the Golem, there is some constraint in giving instructions to worms.

Exactly too little information, and it's hard to speculate until the details of the fine constraints. But what is particularly suspicious from their actions as they stand is the possibility that "each mukade individually cannot give detailed instructions".

Perhaps this mukade is suitable for use in such a way as to cause enemies to be raided remotely. But isn't it an insect that is inherently used for Tyman between the operators in this way?

Of course, normally, even if used in a somewhat unscrupulous way, this mukade can overwhelm Go-Rem due to compatibility differences. But we're talking about whether that reasoning will work for our Gore opponents.

I think Gore has enough chances to win this fight.

"... gore. Probably not a great deal of collaboration with them. I don't need to hesitate. In the meantime, you just need to be polite with me from my muckade there."

Gore slowly moves forward on his steps.

Headed there is an individual isolated only by one head in a sidewalk forest.

We decided to speak out and support the mentally weak Gore's will not be lost again.

"Come on, Gore! You can do it!

She looks back at me when she gets cheered.

My eyes glisten like a starry sky.

Yeah, because I know you're happy. Look straight ahead.

Shortly after that thought, Gore kicked down the mukade that brings his neck down forcefully.

And he made a loud noise, and Mukade fell to the ground.

The power itself is much higher in Gore, as long as we can play our part properly without falling back. This one has no element to beat the power comparison.

As it was, she spanned over the mukade, somewhere.

It is a good mount position. Compared to when you're mounting yourself in a good mood on me, you're quite a killer this time.

She swung her fist at me like that.

Spectacular, the fierce rush began.

A beating unscrupulously waved down from both hands strikes straight at Mukade's abdomen, lying on his back, like a storm.

With every ultra-heavyweight blow in, Mukade sputtered green fluids.

"You can't kill me...! One hundred feet of soft shell..."

"You can definitely kill him! Come on, Gore!"

I sent ale to Gore so I could put it on the rat man's voice.

Her cheered eyes increase her luminosity and her fist rush accelerates even further.

Mukade's torso, which continued to eject fluid like a fountain, gradually began to plunge into the ground.

Every time Gore's fists are swung down, the trees in the woods tremble.

An intermittent groundhonking roar echoed around him.

More beatings are beaten on Mukade's torso, which begins to crumble slightly.

Hit him. Hit him. Hit him.

Even the rush continues.

A normal enemy is a powerful fist with a blown gut and a big hole in his abdomen in one shot. This muchade's endurance is really amazing because it's taking so much of it and clamping its original shape.

But Gore's beating with bottomless strength is like never stopping.

After hitting him once and for all, he loosened his hand of the blow slightly so that Gore could see how he was doing.

Seeing, the giant body of Mukade is starting to cramp with fright.

"No, they're supposed to. Ah, hey. These guys are golems. Then definitely..."

A rat man leaked his voice like a groan.

Its face is blue and a large amount of sweat is erupting.

I stood up from above the muckade all the time, as if Gore had anticipated the time.

And he sat down small and gently kicked the earth.

Gore disappeared from the surface. We jumped all the way up.

I dare to look up.

There he is. Quite tall. What the hell are you doing?

Gore, which continued to rise, reached critical altitude and its movement stopped perfectly over the sky.

A moment of stillness.

From there she beautifully aligned her legs and plunged down as many eagles aimed for her prey.

A white elf became a single arrow pouring down onto the surface.

A long, haunted missile kick bursts into the throat of a cramped mukade.

A roar almost close to the explosion struck a wooden spirit around the woods.

The birds, who were lurking their breath in the trees, fly in unison as they rattle with gaggles.

Soil sand broke out like an explosion, and the air touching my skin shivered visibly.

It's so flashy. This missile kick is a new move.

The soil smoke that rises gradually clears.

Mukade doesn't even move ticklishly.

The giant worm's long upper body is completely buried on the ground.

Some of the torso that had been suddenly bombarded had crumbled and the eruption of fluid had stopped perfectly.

The concave outer skin is not undone.

Countless walking limbs have also completely stopped moving.

... Mukade was already desperate.

"It's a lie, it's impossible... A hundred pairs of soft shells can't be killed by a golem. This must be some kind of bad dream..."

A bumpy, squeaky rat man.

Gore turns slowly, the man.

"Hi-yay! What the fuck, you crazy golem user?!?"

The rat man exclaimed.

Gore walks toward a bunch of nagging mukades around him.

With her in range, the onslaught of the remaining four Mukades began.

A huge black mass of four muscles strikes with fury.

But Gore grabbed the neck of one of the muckades without hesitation after the attack.

He grabs his neck with his right hand and his torso with his left. I guess it's a tremendous grip. The thin, white finger is engulfing the black skin.

But Gore is just gripping hard, and there's no such thing as dragging Mukade out of the hole.

Ha. What kind of intent is this in Gore? I was wondering if I would drag one head out of the hole, isolate him like he did earlier, and then spend some time outside the enemy's range of attack killing him.

It is a somewhat puzzling move.

Did the Gore one, with the feel of Oraola earlier, also grab the thread of some other offense?

The anticipation was fulfilled.

As Gore grabbed Mukade's torso, he began to pull the chisel to the left and right.

He continues to pull the captured individuals at his mercy, cleverly attacking the three Mukades. Mukade's torso, stretched out with super power, began to sound like a thousand cuts of fiber.

A rat man yells.

"Ha!? The moment you try to pull it off, you're going to recover with the water demon guide! With such a retarded tactic, you can do something about 100 pairs of soft shells."

"Right! If you can't beat him up and die, you just have to pull it! I didn't even notice! How clever of you, Gore!!!"

I cheered aloud so that I could wear it. I won't tolerate wild moves that will discredit Gore's confidence. I'll protect my partner's tofu mentals.

Gore's power seemed to have risen even further, moisturizing his eyes as he was impressed. She is full power and pulling Mukade's torso to tears.

Mukade's body, which kept making the breaking noise of the fibers, was stretched wide apart with the butch. Shortly thereafter...

Mukade tore in two as he scattered the green fluid.

Bibi makes an uncomfortable noise and fluid flows off, creating a huge green puddle on the ground.

I let go of my hand from the seemingly muckade so that Gore could throw down the toys I had finished playing with.

It makes a heavier and heavier noise and a chunk of black meat split in two falls to the ground.

The second Mukade died with his neck.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

The rat man is eye-opening in amazement and despair.

One step, two steps and a retreat as I brace myself.

Suddenly, as he remembered something, he gave a stiff look.

"Ah, a red-eyed goddess and a bewildering cathedral golem......! Plus, with his nightmarish, crazy strength, he's a vicious golem guy in nightmares... No way..."

Shivering fingertips pointed at me.

"No way, you know, um..." Tibala's Nightmare "...!

Something's wrong.

The rat man is slurping and squeaking with a bright blue face as he slowly retreats.

"You're lying, aren't you? That must have been the story at the Sadie clan on the east side. Why are you snorting around in the mountains of the South...?

Are you okay, this guy? Terrible fright, but aren't you even seeing something hallucinating?

Did you even eat the strange mushrooms in the woods?

"No, you can't. Maybe even hundreds of miscellaneous fish on this guy, just more piles of corpses...... I won't tell him, and hurry up and tell that guy - BOTH!!!"

A man who was trying to escape frightened suddenly burst into the ground with an odd voice.

A giant mukade's neck came down from overhead and crushed him.

"!? Oh, hey! Are you all right, you?"

The rat man stays under the head of a stupid big muckade and doesn't even move ticklishly.

You're not dead, are you?

I glanced at the one whose mukade's head flew in.

Looks like Gore just killed a new Mukade. He threw his chiseled neck at the rat man.

"Huh. You're still the killer"

This man is a valuable source of information on this one...

I turned my head on my partner's outrage.

A white elf stands in a green water reservoir in the woods.

What a picture that looks like when you just cut it out there. It's like a beautiful world of paintings. Of course, if you move your gaze a little, there are black mukades lying around.

Rolling black meat chunks have four heads and four long torso.

Add up crumbling and dying in the woods over there, and the number of carcasses will total five.

... Hmm? Five heads?

"You killed them all while I was out of my sight..."

Speaking so, Gore is moving his long elf ears irresistibly. Tension is high at all times.

Oh, my God. It seems that the battle was all over in the gap where I was blinded by the oddity of a rat man. If you ask me, I feel like I've been lying on the side for a long time, making a chiseling noise of butch and fiber...

Apparently, this time too, Hippo didn't have one of my turns.

Gore, who killed Mukade all, rushes back with his eyes shining.

I welcomed him with my hands wide open.

Gore jumped right at me.

It was quite a momentum, but I still don't feel the weight.

Gore clings to me as if I could scratch my body. Being able to defeat a bad mukade seems to impress me.

I hugged her and gently put my head over her cheeks.

"You worked really hard, Gore"

This is what my dog looked like when I first got a good catch of Frisbee, who was a lousy dog.

And of course, that's when I looked up at her cheek and hugged her gently.

I kind of missed it and felt so warm.

Really good.

Gore managed to overcome the trauma well.

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"... but I'm really glad you got stuck on the water. This is never gonna happen in a fight to protect an old man or a woman or a child."

Lying in the woods, I looked at the carcass of a giant bug.

If you look at that again, it's still a hell of a giant. I think it would be heartbreaking to think that as many as five of these things had broken into their place of residence at the same time and stormed around.

Perhaps the number of casualties could not have been more than a single digit.

"Ever, I can't stay like this. Let's check on the surviving suspects and take them inside. There are too many things that concern me about these guys"

I called on Gore to stick with me.

"Hey, Gore. You hear me?

Gore is only nodding his face at my chest the whole time.

This guy doesn't seem to be listening to much excitement at all.

On my chest, Gore's lips are moving in small pieces. This feels... this guy is about to start teasing my buttons again. You, are you going back to being a baby again!?

It was almost me, but at this point, Gore suddenly looked up.

"Oh, what's up? Have you gone back to your sanity?

She does not answer the query, but stares at a dark spot in the woods.

Is there anything over there?

What if there were still mukades left?

I almost got up for a moment, but I feel like Gore's alert color is faint for that. She stays hugged by me and doesn't even look like she's going to pop out diagonally.

Wondering, a large shadow appeared snuggly from the darkness to the bright moss square.

It was the whole golem that showed up.

It is a light golem that is earthy and plain.

"Oh, that's the golem in there."

If you look closely, it's a golem you know.

I've seen this plain earthy golem standing guard by the main entrance inside several times. The point is, this guy is a one-horn gatekeeper.

"But what brings you here..."

I noticed trying to speak to the Golem.

Someone's on his back slowly approaching.

Riding the back of a golem is a man in his thirties or so.

I feel like I've seen that guy's face, too.

A chestnut-headed, thin brow, the good-looking face of a person who tends to drool a little. Such a face looks a lot like Eol, the snotty kid in there.

"Ahhh! Aren't you Eol's father?"

That makes sense. This man is Eol's dad.

During the bull riots in the Siddle Mountains, the sick man's wife was given the herb we picked in the mountains. My father and son have come to greet me to the Mansion to thank me, so I know this man once.

Even so, I only met him once, so it's not a particularly deep pattern.

Well, although there's not much direct dating per se, this dad brags to the kids in there that I'm a legendary golem user, and he's got a lot of priors.

Uh, I wonder what your name is. I remember it was just Mr. Sass or Mr. Sith or your name like that......

From the circumstances on his back, I guess he was the owner of this earthy golem.

Was Eor's house also a Golem lineage?

"Father, could you possibly have come to join us from the inside? I'm sorry I bothered. It's just that then it's a different leg, and our gore's all over it..."

When I spoke, Eol's father reacted over Golem's shoulder.

A nagging face slowly turned this way.

"Nemaki......"

The voice has no hegemony.

If you look closely at him, his complexion is also terribly blue and white.

That's odd. When I met him before, he should have been a healthier looking man.

At this time he tried to get off Golem's back.

But you slipped your legs off, out of balance and slipped straight to the ground.

"So, are you okay!

I rushed to the foot of the golem.

Help awaken Eol's father, who is being overthrown, with both hands.

But stay calm and unresponsive.

Bad. This guy, his consciousness...

As I tried to turn my arm around his back, my hand slipped with a lukewarm, raw feel.

It's human skin. Like liquid. It felt bad.

I saw my own hands in awe.

My palm is stained bright red.

"This is..."

Without succeeding in two sentences, I took a breath in silence.

Stay silent, hurry up and check his back.

At this time, I felt blood pulling away from my whole body.

On Eol's father's back, a few arrows stood deep.