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

"... I see. Were you in this situation?"

A soliloquy looking down and squirming disappears in the wind blowing through the sky.

Now I was standing on the roof of the giant main entrance inside.

It's expensive here.

And the view is generally good.

The battle near the main entrance, played forward, was fierce.

Golems and bugs are shredding their sneezes as massive arrows pour down.

Whenever heavyweight giants bump into each other, a fierce noise rings in a strip. The sound continued incessantly, as if it were an instrument that resonated on the battlefield.

Just now, the battle elephant golems lined up in a side-by-side row began their assault on a huge herd of turtles. At the moment of both clashes, he was bounced by a tsunami of pushing heavy golems, and a large number of turtles were blown away.

The momentum causes the fallen and belly-exposed bugs to be finished with one quick movement after another by light golems. The stone spears of the golems pierced the outer shell's thin soft bug abdomen with ease.

It is a very sophisticated division of roles, utilizing the power of heavy golems and the mobility of light golems, respectively.

The battle of the War Elephant Golems is awesome to see. Each of them is a big stone striking weapon in their hands, smashing a turtle under one blow.

The strength of the Orange Elephant in its Leadership stands out among them. This flashy color and armored battle elephant golem movement has no idea of evasion, defense, or anything.

With giant worm hits all over his body, he ignores them completely and continues to smack the enemy's brain with a hammer.

The way it fights is fundamentally different from Gore, which is a light golem, or a single horn.

Is this the battle of heavy golems......

Some of the battlefields of the golems and worms also looked like several golem users.

Those who remember arms like Acetu and Jambila still seem to be fighting outside the fence with the Golem themselves.

It's just that out of the fence, they have enemy arrows pouring down.

The enemy is replacing the brainwashed bugs with meat walls, and is about to shoot the golem user directly with an arrow, not a golem, from the rear safety zone. As I should have known, they are the ones who fight bad chest feces.

Inside, I was worried that everyone would get hit by this arrow.

But thank you. It seems likely that this was my concern.

Now we have acetu almost at the forefront of our allies.

The boy is positioned about 10 meters behind a single corner in engagement with the worm. Indeed, as I feared, there are still several arrows flying in this little boy's face.

But not one arrow has reached Acetu's body.

Just before it was all hit, the wind was stirring it up and it was off track.

From what I've seen, this storm didn't happen naturally.

... I see. Perhaps this is the junctional magic of the wind attribute.

Looks like all the golem users around us are using magic to keep the arrows out.

Most of them use wind magic similar to acetu. But some of them radiate water and fly arrows, or they play arrows with some kind of electrostatic force.

That electrostatic junction magic seems somewhat similar to the junction I broke when I fought the tank Chariot. Although the output itself appears to be much higher in the tank junction. The lightning is splashing, or maybe it's the magic of the lightning attribute.

Right.

Come to think of it, just because you use golems doesn't mean you can only use earthly attributes. Maybe they're all devising with sorcery of various attributes and self-defense.

Maybe I'm the only guy who can only use earthly attributes and is worried about his partner's golem during the fight.

…………

It makes me sad, so let's not think deeply about this.

Nevertheless, did Acetu have the aptitude for wind attributes?

Besides, the boy seems like a pretty good user.

He is slashing in enemy formation, along with a corner of his partner, as he plays an arrow flying around in the turbulent junction. Even now, he blew the head of an approaching giant turtle with witchcraft like a wind cutter.

The wind is manipulating and jumping lightly, as if it were dancing.

That kid is really amazing.

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"If this looks like it, the battle in front of the main entrance is going to be lightly kerried..."

Currently, I look out over the main entrance to the battle that is being fought under my eyes.

In its hands, it carries the "Battle Axe of the Earth" and activates the Magic Guide at all times.

It's called a serious mode.

The ultra-enhancement of the senses when activated by magic guidance and, in this case, the expansion of spatial recognition capabilities, is a large part of it that interacts with the sight.

If there's an obstacle that blocks sight, that's almost where spatial awareness stops spreading. Enemies lurking in the shadow of a shield can only tell, at best, the extent of the blurry signs. Previously, when I fought the Paisley Chamber of Commerce assassins, I couldn't identify the type of crossbow (Ishiyumi) golem lurking in the woods.

Conversely, in situations where there is no shield, the perceptual range seems to grow without capping.

The fact that I am unusually strong against snipers and flying objects when activated mainly stems from this nature. For the enemy, radiation is secured because, for me, the enemy's attack trajectory is well understood.

Right now I'm standing, above this gate.

Around this building, which is the tallest in the interior, there is no object that blocks sight.

It is able to extend the radar shimmering perceptual range of the magic guide so as to encompass almost the entire area of the wide interior.

It's not just how the battle looks in front of the front gate. Far east, from the windy cane leaves to the enemy cavalry running on the northern slopes, I knew as if I were in my hand.

I realized it again.

This guy is still incredibly capable.

And at the same time, I thought it was a very dangerous force. A tremendous stream of information about the world around you, pouring into your head. Because they were so much about as if they were really going to be illusions as to whether they had become all-powerful gods or demon kings.

If you wake up to such abilities during a hypersensitive adolescence, you must develop a level of severe mesophilia that is difficult to treat.

"Nevertheless -"

I saw Gore leaning quietly next door.

"This demon-guided radar of mine is completely frontal and backward with your topsoil enemies that cannot be used away from the surface... I know a lot more about high places."

Gore's long ears, spoken to, swayed small in delight.

This partner and I kind of feel the opposite of all our personalities, abilities, everything.

Now that you two are getting along, it's really weird.

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An extension of this spatial recognition capability, which I called the Magic Conductor Radar earlier.

This, combined with the overlooking from high altitudes, makes the approximate situation surrounding the current golem visible.

Apparently, the opponent is not attacking with a simple force push.

- The formation of armed groups attacking the Mile is, in fact, divided into three main parts.

First, the primary enemy force.

Needless to say, this is an army in formation on the south side of the inside, attacking directly from the front.

These guys, they're the biggest.

Something like about 200 people. This group, which is probably made up around a well-armed archer, shoots arrows from a distance beyond the reach of witchcraft while stopping this one with tons of bugs.

They are the ones who use unpleasant tactics that have made things say in quantity.

Apart from this, a second enemy force exists around the inside.

along the outer edge of the interior and expanding to surround the perimeter.

I've already fought some of these guys.

Because the troops that I kicked in on the road to come inside and the tanks that I destroyed in anger probably, categorically, belonged to this group.

These guys basically seem to have a small group of about a dozen troops.

As far as I could confirm, they still have seven units left.

Most of them are riding horses and moving fast. It's not like they're attacking us against the inside, but it's the outside perimeter of the inside, moving closer, farther away, and moving back and forth to keep pressure on the inside from the outside.

In fact, because of these small groups, it appears that a significant proportion of the defensive force inside is still being nailed along the northern defensive wall.

In fact, even this number of cavalry is probably a threat when they break into the interior of the fence.

Even more dangerous in the unlikely event that even a sorcerer is mixed up among the enemies. If they throw out flashy fire magic fireworks in the middle of the neighborhood, I know it's gonna suck. Magic in this world is short range, but powerful.

The golem users inside seem to be unable to move because they can see the movement of their opponents. The breadth of the interior and the excellence of the topsoil foe are the forms that are being taken completely backwards.

When the number of golem users fighting in front of the main entrance was low, it was actually not only because of the 100 feet of soft shells, but also because of this cavalry group.

A group of cavalry running around the perimeter of the fence, as mentioned above.

In addition, a group of bugs and archers attacking the main entrance.

The existence of enemy forces in these two groups can be said to be part of what I originally recognized to some extent as well. Because they're obstructed in their path, they're shooting arrows, and I'm actually getting less interference myself.

Unlike them, however, there are enemy forces that have now been able to recognize their existence for the first time by looking around from above the main gate.

The third force in question.

"There's something there..."

I looked to the far rear of the point where the archer group was in formation, at the tip of a vast plot of wheat.

Again and again, on the south side of the inside, there is thus an area of cultivation of wheat. Now it's just after the harvest, and I'm close to being naked.

Unlike the eastern and western fields inside, where miscellaneous varieties of crops are planted, only wheat, which is almost the staple food, is grown on this southern side.

However, wheat is certainly the only crop planted, but it doesn't mean that there are only wheat fields in this area at all.

There is a small forest.

Over a few hundred meters from here, in distance. On the other side of the terrain, slightly raised like a loose hill, there is a small grove, pompous. The way it is, it's like a green island floating in the sea of wheat fields.

That's where the old ladies in there call it “the temple grove."

I've never actually seen it, but as its name suggests, there's a temple in the woods to pray for abundance. I guess he's offering a god of the land or something. It can usually be a playground for the kids.

Speaking of which, even during the first suspicious disturbance, the young children who were playing in the woods over there were being held by the golem and brought back in haste, or there were minor disturbances.

For a foster home, I guess that's all they're close to.

Even in Japan, in the middle of the fields, there may be a forest of town guards, but the atmosphere is close to feeling like that different world edition.

The sardines in the forest of this temple are of little importance in themselves.

What matters is what's lurking in those woods, something.

Something's over there.

There is also a good number of them.

I can only tell the extent of the signs near the superficial layer, but at least, it doesn't feel like a human or a golem.

Signs vary in size, and some of them are considerably larger.

... bugs, I guess. Probably.

Given the circumstances, isn't it the enemy's reserve power? It's called backpacking. We're talking about how worm users can fight as long as they can replenish worms, so yeah, maybe they keep a ton of worm stock.

"... hey gore"

I asked my partner, who was sitting next door.

"In the woods over there, it looks like a bug is hiding. Did you notice that?

Gore's eyes, questioned, glistened with skill.

Humph and even a healthy nose is going to sound.

Sounds like you noticed.

... you know, buddy. If you were aware of such important information, I'd like you to report it to me, who is the proper owner, like the other kid in the house (the Golem).

Well, on that matter, let's put it down now.

"Did you realize that those guys in the woods could be properly perceived as topsoil foes?"

In the first place, topsoil enemies themselves are like sonars of magic crawling through the surface, so unlike my demon-guided radar, which is linked to vision, there shouldn't be any point in covering it up with a shield. Virtually those bugs are close to being exposed to the eye for golem users.

It's like telling me to slap you from the inside, like a bug that's going to hide and dense in the woods. If the war continues, the golem users inside will eventually defeat the turtles, then crush the archers behind them, and eventually destroy the worms in the deepest forest.

But......

"-... too blatant, I feel it"

I don't like it, I feel it.

tangled at your feet, like an invisible spider's thread.

It's like being invited into the darkness of that forest.

"I don't want them and everyone inside to fight if I can..."

I shrugged as I stared at the woods.

I've been fighting this enemy, and I've always felt a feeling of unpleasant malice that's obnoxious and sticky about something. It's not just about the 100 feet of soft shell. The enemy's previous movements have a distinct anti-golem smell in almost all of them.

Indeed, the golem users inside are strong. But if the enemies of the forest and the golem users inside fight from the front, there will be a terrible number of sacrifices on the inside.

It doesn't seem like it to me.

Again, I dropped my eyes on the battle around the reed.

The turtles in front of the main entrance don't even make it before the attack of the Golem Legion. Originally, turtles and golems have too many different fighting abilities. Even if I don't intervene like this, it's better with the inner victory.

The cavalry running around the outer perimeter of the inside doesn't look like they're attacking us properly either. As a matter of fact, these guys are no longer close to the Zutazuta because of my sneaky sharpening of the eastern side of the force that turned them into moving turrets on Jimmy.

There's nothing wrong with leaving these two enemy forces unattended.

Then my policy is settled.

"... gore. You and me, we'll beat the enemies of the woods."

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When I tried to get down above the main gate, I felt something like gaze.

I looked back.

"Jimmy......"

The Lord of Sight is no longer a familiar earthy golem. Jimmy's face, standing inside the fence and under the gate, is staring up at this one.

Perhaps Jimmy can't be taken to the fierce battle ahead.

Once here, say goodbye.

It was a short time to think of it, but I was probably taken care of by this guy.

"Thanks for getting this far, Jimmy! We'll see what we can do. You go back to Eol and your fathers and protect your family!

I waved loudly toward the gentle earthy golem.

And he was held by Gore as he was and jumped off the gate all at once.

Gore on the ground, fluttering down.

As always, it doesn't sound like a landing tone.

When we stood on the ground, we slowly walked forward.

Keep going straight, at the shortest distance, for the temple grove.

I started walking and wondered if it was around 10 meters.

With all due respect, a large number of arrows have arrived as if they had been targeted.

Apparently, at this moment, I'm in the active range of enemy arrows.

Arrows have been fired several times on the way back inside, but this time, the highest number of arrows ever. Exactly, the sight of rain and showers. The compression of the arrows pouring innumerably from above the front is quite something.

"Are you here..."

Originally, I realized I was being targeted.

Because the archers' gaze of murder has been after me the whole time.

When I said goodbye to Jimmy earlier, I was waving out loud on the gate. As a matter of fact, from that point on, the enemy was targeting us.

But that's not even important, so I ignored it.

The rain of arrows is approaching.

But thanks to the sensory enhancement by the magic guide, the movement only feels like slow motion.

The predicted orbit of each arrow is also completely visible.

Blunt. Even now, one butterfly flickered and seemed to get stuck on the arrow.

At this time, Gore tried to come forward to cover me.

"It's okay."

Quickly, I took control of Gore with my left hand.

Because of my safety on the boulder, I rarely showed a bare gesture that Gore would resist for a moment.

But you can't let me back down here.

Because she needs to be reasserted properly now, worried and overprotective. How fast do I actually react with the Magic Direction activated?

I don't mind, I swung the "Battle Axe of the Earth" on my right.

Heavy black blades glow badly.

As it was, I shook off that black battle axe.

The unleashed warrior axe dances right in front of me.

A precisely orbit-controlled battle axe in millimetres chops down the falling arrows, without one remaining, to the point of excess. A finely chopped arrow fell apart into the perimeter.

I just slapped down most of the arrows and one flew in slightly late.

This last one that flew in, in the axe patterned part, I tried to take it a little.

The arrow crushed and bounced off the tip, as if it had hit some thick steel wall.

The last arrow, which became like wood scraps, scattered in shatters.

He turned to Gore as he looked at it sideways.

"... as you can see, Gore. Against the arrows, I can defend myself properly too. I don't mind you reassuring me."

What do you say, that was perfect? Are you relieved, buddy?

I asked softly for Gore's expression.

Gore also seems convinced for once, lowering the knife he was about to shake up.

But why? The gaze she throws at me looks kind of very disturbing.

I felt somewhat familiar in those eyes.

... right. These eyes are the very eyes of a worried mother watching her baby who is just starting to walk.

"Oh, you, are you still anxious about this...?

I almost got my head over it.

Dude, what a worrying guy you are...

I have no choice.

All this seems to have to be gradually getting used to in the field.

Even after that, the arrows flew in tight.

The enemy is probably using a long bow (long bow), but it shoots pretty fast in a row.

I cut off the flying arrows rhythmically with the spa, while Gore and I advanced towards the temple grove.

The road ahead is even straight.

Earlier I stated that I would proceed with the shortest course to the forest of the enemy's lurking temple. Naturally, on the straight path to the forest, or in the southern direction, a herd of beetle-shaped worms, bigger than horses, stands as if they were black walls.

To get out to the other side, we need to break through that huge herd of turtles.

An overwhelming number of enemies can surround this one.

It's the biggest weakness we've ever had for the Combination.

If there are too many enemies, Gore is worried about me, worried, and won't leave me at all. As a result, the passage of time without being able to go on offense gives the enemy room for action and makes things even worse. It's a complete vicious cycle.

But the other day, in a series of battles that had taken place between returning from the woods to the inside, I noticed a certain way of opening up this issue.

... No, you're not.

I've really noticed the solution to this problem in my heart for quite some time now.

But I've been hesitant to use this tactic to proliferate enemy damage.

Ever since I was informed of everyone's safety inside earlier, that, black-turning anger and agony that sprang up from within my eyes, lurked the ringing as if it were a lie.

There is no such thing as the idea that I don't mind destroying everything that gets in my way for my own sake.

Honestly, even about the turtles in front of me, still on the inside, I wish I didn't have to kill them.

But if this sweetness is the basis, and someone inside, not me, could be unreasonably deprived of that life...

I'm walking forward with my arrows flying.

Along with that, the distance from the worm herd is also approaching.

At this time Gore walking diagonally turned his worrying gaze.

And she tried to slow down a little.

If I were you, I'd just slow you down here, in line with Gore's pace.

... but I didn't stop.

We headed to the swarm of worms and kept moving forward in silence.

Gore, who was about to stop moving, started walking forward again so that he could follow my steps.

Yes, this is my operation.

It's very simple.

If Gore won't leave me...

If only I could break into the enemy.

Gore will never forgive the person who attacked me. Her fist of murder, insane in anger at those who hurt me, can barely even be controlled by me.

The moment I jump into the whirlpool of enemy attacks, she will turn into a god of pain hunting down all the enemies around her.

That way, no one can stop this advance anymore.

I turned my body into a detonator for a nuclear bomb called Gore, and now I'm moving towards the enemy line.