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

The distance from the forward archer group is approaching.

I could no longer see clearly the look on each and every one of them.

The complexion of the people who were even laughing and releasing arrows is gradually changing.

Gore is knocking down all the arrows that are supposed to hit me with a knife. I finally began to realize the abnormality of the movement.

A man in one robe jumped to the front of the group at this time.

The man is pointing his left hand this way.

I could see particles of magic converging all at once on a white bracelet worn on my left arm.

"-" Ice Rejection Horse (Kiba) "!!!"

Countless ice columns appeared one after the other on the street in front of the man.

The tip is sharply pointed and we stick it out.

It's like an ice spear. The way it sticks out countless times, it's as if it's a shame.

Terrible technique. If a cavalry stormed against this man, he would be skewered and killed instantly.

But in contrast, Gore gently shook his right hand off to the side with a light trick that would open even the morning curtain.

A fierce whirlwind broke out.

The moment the white palm blurred with the storm, the ice column was lightly crushed and extinguished.

The faces of the men, drawn to fear, were already approaching the end of their eyes and noses as they slipped through the fog of glittering crushed ice crystals.

A group throws down a bow and pulls out a sword.

Gore shook his fist.

"This guy, he's not blunt on his legs...! Hey, the chariot's still here."

A man in the robe screamed something.

I could see the head flying like a pomegranate.

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Gore and his successor Jimmy, who centrally broke through the archer group, rush through the field road.

There were about a dozen people in the population today, but at the moment of contact with Gore, they probably left one or two of the two wings almost completely destroyed. I could only capture the scream of the Terminator and the massive blood splash in the corner of my sight for a moment.

Maybe it was lucky for them that Gore was driving around protecting me. Because of the extremely short contact time, he could at least die instantly without being killed in a stubborn and miserable manner.

By my instructions, for the first time, there were clear dead people in this world.

Of course it wasn't like I had nowhere to think. But I couldn't even afford to think about it at this time.

All of a sudden, something huge jumped out of sight through the horizontal fields.

A huge car with eight wheels and covered in steel armor.

Surprisingly scaly, large lizard-like creatures run across the front of the vehicle.

Is this some kind of carriage?

But big. Completely armored car size or worse than that.

The chariot.

Was it this guy that was screaming earlier?

But from the common sense of the original world combat carriage, it's unlikely in size.

I see, that mysterious signal bullet launched shortly after I left the woods must have been meant to call this big fat ass.

On both sides of the field road, very tall sugarcane-like crops grow.

The tanks walk side by side without slowing down at all, trampling and roughing them unscrupulously.

It's run-of-the-mill like an idiot.

Even I saw that Jimmy was in high danger of getting his feet taken, and I avoided going into this field.

The tank keeps a constant distance on our left side, while continuing to walk side-by-side through the fields.

At this time, the hatches on the sides of the tank opened one after the other.

A large number of men in there had sloppy mechanical bows (crossbows).

"Let go!"

Along with the decree, arrows are fired simultaneously.

The opposing Gore had already taken a defensive stance about Jimmy's left side.

All the arrows were knocked down by a knife that didn't even fit in her eyes.

Nevertheless, there are no indications that the arrows that can be fired will stop.

That mechanical bow, if you look closely, has something like a magazine at the top. Is it continuous firing?

It's a nasty weapon. If they shoot like barrages from a wide area like this, Gore can't even attack his enemies away from me.

At this time an arrow blurred the tip of Eol's father's nose to the lid.

An arrow that came off at the rind struck Jimmy's shoulder making a hard noise with the oyster.

"Oh, hey fool Gore! Protect Eol's father properly!

Me screaming in a hurry.

I came here and got a bad habit of gore. When you can't afford it, you only protect me.

But Jimmy was the one who got the most upset about this.

He suddenly twisted his upper body as he ran. And with his own chest, he took the position of trying to cover us up on the back.

"No, Jimmy, calm down!

If such an impossible attitude is taken while driving, of course, the balance will fall significantly and the speed will drop significantly.

Not good. If I stay like this, they'll shoot me.

Slowing down now is definitely a bad idea.

In this situation, Jimmy should rather accelerate and get out to the front of the tank.

That longitudinal tank's arrow span (yazama) inevitably attaches a lot to the wide side of the area. This side-by-side state is probably where the enemy fires the most.

That's why we had to step forward and hold the enemy's head. That should have limited the number of archers the enemy could use and created a gap in it.

But I really didn't feel like blaming Jimmy for what he did.

I stopped to protect the gray and the man on my back, and this silly earthy golem appearance was completely overlapping with someone else's.

'Cause what this guy looks like now... Isn't that the very figure of a stupid white golem who nodded with a hug about me in front of the pouring rain of monkey stone bullets in that reddish dirt land...

I saw the enemy start laughing slightly at our stalemate and agitation.

Immediately after, the enemy's arrow trajectory changed subtly.

These guys, they started targeting Eol's father.

"Whoa, dance, dance! Come on, or your old man dies!

"Hihihi! That's six gold coins, so it's really a blurry business."

The men on fired arrows with laughter that made a fool of them.

What the hell, you guys?

Earlier, I heard laughing and laughing.

You can shoot me if you want. That will get you to the settlement of the battle. What the hell is the point of shooting this weak and unable man?

Is it so funny to shoot arrows in large numbers from afar at vulnerable injured people?

You guys.

You guys are really...

[... you guys are really good at causing me trouble]

I put my right hand on the ground.

Jimmy's travel speed is dropping significantly now.

In this situation, the generated coordinates can be specified on the ground.

It's perfectly ironic, but it was this situation where Jimmy stopped his leg when he was cornered that allowed me to use earthly demon guidance.

"-" The Great Spear of the Earth. "

At the same time as the chant, particles of dirt converge on the ground at your feet, forming the shape of earthy spears that they are about two metres long.

From there, he activated the magic guide almost without a time lag.

The spear is stained in pitch black and floats in the universe fluttering.

Next to me, a demon king's spear of hell appeared.

That was a really familiar task.

The Big Spear of the Earth, which is only experienced in ancient land dragon warfare, has been shot in a row with Bakaska like a missile in that one. As a matter of fact, this technique is the most common for me, both in terms of generation and activation of the Magic Guide.

Perhaps the time lag from generation to demon-induced activation is also the shortest technique. That time I continued to shorten the activation time with a madness to death, because I needed to fire the next bullet out as soon as possible, even in 0.1 seconds.

Until I realized it myself, this guy had become an extremely highly skilled demon.

"Ha... What...? A spear of earthly sorcery floated...?

One of the men, who was laughing and shooting a machine bow in a row, opened his mouth with such a grunt.

At the same time, the others began to make noise simultaneously.

"Hey, what the hell!?"

"This guy manipulates the product of earthly magic at will? Oh, it's impossible. How the hell do you imitate that..."

The man I was about to tell you opened his eyes like he was angry.

"This is no way, dirt demon." - "

Before the end of the word, "Big Spear of the Earth" was shot off with a tank in his face.

On the brink of hitting the side of the tank, there was resistance like a spear hit some kind of wall. Immediately after, the spear movement stopped for a moment in the air, and lightning ran like a spark on its tip.

Junction magic?

Apparently, there's some kind of barrier on the side of this tank.

I see. It makes sense that these guys were laughing like they were in a safe zone, watching us desperately.

However, the resistance of this barrier was insignificant compared to the previous barrier of the Grounddragon.

To be clear, for me, it's only as affordable as a thin vinyl membrane.

I walked right through the barrier.

A black demon spear burst into the side armor of the tank.

An unexpected tragedy for the tank occupants occurred when a spear hit a barrier on the verge of a hit.

The spear that killed momentum just before didn't penetrate the side of the tank. The spear wrapped around the surrounding metal armor plate and pierced the body as it crushed it wide inward.

The moment the spear pushed forcefully through the other side of the tank, the body caved in like a crater.

Blood erupted from gaps in hatches and armor with a moment of interrupting demon screaming.

The big spear that pushed and crushed the tank and penetrated its flank burst straight into the field like a missile.

The impact caused the tank to roll over.

The tank rolls through the field, scattering some of the wheels and armoured plates.

And stopped moving completely a while back.

Out of the crushed tanks, you can't even hear the groans.

The crew has been crushed by armor and all are dying instantly.

"You have no teeth or shit...... too brittle. Instead, even monkeys were better than these guys."

Only the large lizard on the scale that was pulling the tank is getting up fine.

He should have fallen flashy too, but he looks like a pretty sturdy creature.

The lizards don't show any signs of coming at us, and the overturned, heavily damaged tanks are shackled, and they don't seem to be able to move freely. I wouldn't have a particular problem leaving it alone.

Whoever saw it, it was clear that the battle on this occasion was over.

In any battle, a moment of relaxed air flows into the field immediately after that settlement. As if you were aiming for the gap between these moments...

From right behind me, a single arrow was released.

That was just, like, the perfect unintended blow.

So much so that Gore, who was out on the front left of me, was momentarily late for a response.

However, sensory enhancement by magic guidance captured the archer's movements behind him from the beginning.

The "Big Spear of the Earth" released earlier is still gliding through the field. I didn't cut off the magic supply to the spear.

I now have a complete view of the orbit of an arrow flying from the back of my head. Moreover, if we concentrate our consciousness, the movement only feels almost like slow motion.

The flying arrow was going to grab me with my bare hands easily.

I tilted my neck gently and threw the arrow and grabbed the arrow shaft without mistake.

I really, really grabbed it.

When I dumped the arrow I grabbed on the spot, my eyes met the man who released the arrow far rearward.

Standing on the street is one man with a snake tattoo on his face.

The man is staring at me like he sees a monster.

This tattooed man is the only one with a bow.

All the other humans are sinking in a sea of blood around him. This man is a survivor who escaped difficulty during an earlier Gore assault. He seems to have been the only one who survived the most.

The man lurked his breath in the bodies of his overlapping allies.

Though some coincidental favorable conditions were in place, it must be quite skillful to make her gap this way after sending Gore's assault. You don't have to imitate yourself like a burglar.

The tattooed man began to connect the arrows again.

This guy hasn't given up on killing me yet. A sharp killing spirit released without hesitation, no longer willing to hide, is piercing my skin.

It was a strange form of arrow that the man newly led to his right hand.

A characteristic arrow, green and shaped like the tail of a swallow with the part of the arrow feather.

You can't even look at it wrong. It's an arrow that shot Eol's father out the back.

Did he do it?

- That was already, almost a reflexive move.

A black spear, flying like a lightning bolt through a sugar cane field, pierced the chest of the man holding the bow.

The spear penetrated his torso in an instant, slightly delayed and a bright red blood splash flashed.

A tattooed man looks at the empty body of a large wind hole with a flashing look that sees an impossible object.

The man's mouth moved when something crept, but he was finally speechless.

Make a dry noise with Karan, and a green arrow falls to the ground.

The body with the bow was greatly weakened and fell to the front.

It's blood dyeing the streets red. There's one more new body in the street.

Confirming the complete annihilation of the enemy, I cut the magic supply to the Great Spear of the Earth.

A black spear disappears as a particle.

I turned to the body of a man who wouldn't move any more and whined a little.

"If you kept pretending to be dead like that... I'm sure it's sweet. I had to miss it, pretending I didn't notice."

A strong wind blew, and a tall sugar cane field crouched heavily.

The surrounding area is littered with wreckages of destroyed tanks and the bodies of armed men.

There's not a single living human being left here but me.

It was like, a garden of hell.

I did attack with the willingness to kill.

But this is what happens when I let my anger unleash just one shot (...) of introductory magic (...)...

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"... there's no use staying here any longer."

I immediately re-gripped Jimmy's back handshake and tried to leave again.

At this time, the fuselage suddenly rocked wide.

If you look forward to something, Gore is royal over Jimmy's shoulder. Apparently, Jimmy was out of balance and calmed down because she jumped abusively on her.

"? What's wrong all of a sudden Gore...... whoa"

Suddenly she gave in and began to touch my back of the head and cheeks with fierce momentum.

The hand is shaking.

Oh, well. Speaking of which, I was sniped from the future.

It's the same worrying one.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt.... I mean, even you would have seen where I could afford to super dodge it. There's no such thing as a zero element of injury."

That doesn't seem to distract Gore at all. She still keeps touching my face with clumsy hands.

The tremor at her fingertips never stops.

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Dude, don't look so sorry.

You have no responsibility whatsoever with regard to sniping right now.

At that time, I couldn't help but react. Besides, you were out front and wary of tank and big lizard movements, so the arrow from that position is Jimmy's giant and a complete blind spot.

Convinced by the shooting now.

The story that the cathedral golem is only better because of its high kinetic vision and that the Golem's enemies in general are not inherently very strong on flying objects is still true.

More than a golem and a golem, it's not an iron wall against flying objects.

I usually don't feel like that because she's always been so careful and so desperate to protect me from flying magic and arrows.

"Never mind, it's not your mistake. I was unlucky this time. That's all I'm talking about."

With that said, I glanced at the black smoke rising from the inside and the unconscious father of Eol, and the bodies of his enemies scattered around him.

I don't have time to stop.

I gently peeled off her trembling hands as I did my best to follow through with the words properly and suppress my desire to do so.

And I told him in a serious voice.

"Gore, let's hurry up.... each other, the reflection is after everything is over"