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

"Oh, man. The hindsight, what the hell is going on...?

Among the enemy forces that were surrounded by silence, a pompous and one leaked his voice.

He's a little bearded man with a long bow and no distinctive features.

"Why aren't the rescues coming...? Wouldn't it have been necessary for us to hold out on him?

The man's trembling whine had become a loud shout at the end.

Finally, he turned his back on this one, as if he could not stand the fear. Then he drew his allies to stand up and ran out toward the south.

"I'm going down now! In a place like this, he was ground to death by a monster golem user. Eh!

From within the group, one small man escapes, one after the other.

As a result, his actions were the last hole to completely destroy the embankment (knob) of a total of 200 people who were about to collapse.

An army of enemies began to crumble together.

They threw down bows, long weapons, and scattered spider children, and each began to escape in pieces.

Men who draw their faces to fear and run away screaming.

The control of the population is no longer completely lost.

Gore tearing red eyes began to chase the backs of fleeing enemies.

"... hey, dude. Gore!?"

Is he going to hunt down his enemies and wipe them out?

At this time in my brain, there was a complete overlap between my asshole dog and Gore, who found Tanuki on a walk down the mountain and tried to chase him around excitedly. If they show their backs, they can't help chasing them, or is the golem seriously a dog!?

I had a mild headache on my partner's rampage.

"Gore, leave them alone! More than that, now we have the enemies of the forest..."

Suggest a few steps forward so you can follow her running.

The fields around here are not entirely flat flat. The terrain is protruding and has a kind of hilly shape. Good vision, so I guess it was a good terrain for the enemy to shoot a bow.

I was just about to go near the center of a hill like that.

- There was a chill running around my spine, abruptly.

gaze.

From somewhere, it's been seen.

I stopped my foot, which I was about to step out of.

The gaze that shoots out is far forward in the woods - yes. Example, from the direction of the forest of the temple.

When I did consciousness, in a fairly shallow position in the forest, there were signs of humans.

That too, multiple.

I didn't realize. Was there a man in that forest?

Have you ever been confused by signs of worms, or even in the back of a forest that you can't perceive with your magic guidance?

The glaring, bottom-cold negative emotions...

This is a sure intent to kill.

Almost at the same time, I felt something uncomfortable at my feet.

A faint vibration that rocks the surface layer of soil in a soft field.

Along with that, signs of something coming up.

- Out of the dirt, something comes.

A huge, elongated shadow rises straight up from the bottom.

I had no idea why I had this image in my head.

But there is absolute certainty in this image.

All I can say is yes.

Moving through the soil, a huge, long existence.

Then all I can think of is a hundred pairs of soft shells. That black muckade monster coming at you from the middle of the earth?

Signs of a spike were already looming a few meters below his feet.

At this time, Gore, who was about to strike the fleeing enemy army, looked back at this one as if he was angry.

Perhaps she also noticed the muckade in the earth.

It was just a lot slower than I realized.

Gore rushed toward us with fierce momentum.

She's reaching for me, desperately reaching for that white hand.

The look, the agony, the regret and. And it was stained with despair.

We can't make it.

From that position where Gore is, he probably won't make it to the time before Mukade comes into contact with me.

Her eyes, blue in the deep sea of despair, are now shifting.

Don't, don't cry, Gore.

You're still crying today because of this muckade.

Really.

Really, this muckade...

"- over and over again, don't make my (...) gore cry hey hey!!!"

He shook down the glittering black battle axe with his killer.

Aim, ground.

When Mukade's head pops up, it's a prediction point 60 centimeters ahead of my right.

A disastrous black blade falling in slow motion.

As if to echo it, the bumpy and directly below ground thrives.

Shortly afterwards, we burst through the soil of that raised field.

- A "pink” long shadow protruded onto the surface.

and, at the same time, a supermassive hell of a battle axe engulfed the pink shadow brain weather.

A long pink object devouring a direct strike of a merciless black blade rips beautifully from the center along the blade with a whole vertical knifed fish sausage.

The sliced mysterious sausage lay on the ground with two long strands of fillets intact and not in the Y-shape.

"Is...? Hey, what the hell...?

Me staring at giant sausage fillets, stretching out to the ground with my mouth open.

Gore is jumping on me like that, cheeks all over me with tears.

... Oh, my God, it wasn't the black mukade that showed up off the ground.

A mysterious creature with a pink, giant fish sausage look.

Its long body doesn't have hands and feet, and I don't see any eyes.

However, near the top of the head, if you look closely, you can see the mouth-like organs. Thanks to this, I was able to recognize it as a mere creature.

Perhaps this creature is also a form of worm.

Is the part of the worm's long torso that is currently exposed to the surface of the earth, such as roughly three and a half meters? Below the ground, it is presumed that there is still a body buried about 7 or 8 metres long.

Looking at it again, it's a little smaller than Mukade.

Moving through the soil, the similarities in shape and size had led me to assume that it was very muckade.

This poor fish sausage exposes a bright pink cross section and is frightened and cramped, caught up in such an eight-hundred attack of my mistake.

But soon the cramps stopped as well.

... The unidentified bug is dead.

"What did you want after all, this sausage...?

Really, the more I look at it, the more it looks like a fish sausage.

No hands, feet, fangs, nothing growing, with such a pink puffy sausage body, can you do anything? Compared to Mukade, he looks much weaker.

Probably from the timing of the raid, this guy flew a strange killing spree just before, something the enemy in those woods was pointing at. I don't think there's anything tactically meaningful...

It's me trying to do a serious analysis on the sausage at my feet, but from earlier on, there's no sign that the intense cheeks of the gore I'm holding will stop.

The soft cheeks are slipped into the flesh.

Excited Gore rarely seems to subtly misapply force. Every time she desperately cheeks, she shakes my face.

Heh heh heh, kankan.

Hehe, Kanka-kun, hehe...

Oh, yeah! Ha!!!

It's bad for this guy who's happy for me to be safe, but clearly, it's in the way of my thoughts.

"Gore, you're a little out of the way..."

In the meantime, when the pull did, the anomaly occurred.

Suddenly, a new piece of fish sausage broke through the ground in the middle of a group of enemies who were losing south.

Involved in a sausage eruption, several enemies danced through the universe.

Cut it off, even from the surrounding ground, one sausage after another began to grow.

Not one or two.

Its momentum protrudes from the ground as if it were a bamboo after the rain.

Eventually, the sausage eruption stopped.

Dozens of giant sausages appear at regular intervals to surround me and Gore. The interval between each sausage itself is far apart. At intervals of approximately 20 to 30 meters, does it feel like one is growing?

Nevertheless, instead of wide intervals, the coverage is also vast. Almost the entire area of the sloppy hilly terrain of the area has been completely transformed into a sausage regiment position.

Forest to occupy the hills, more than 3 meters, pink bumpy bars.

That silhouette is kind of obscene......

No, I'm sorry. I said boring things, forget it.

Anyway, what a strange sight to say.

Should this... be described as a sausage grove?

We and our enemies have been swallowed up in the pink woods all over the hill.

It should be noted that a blank area of sausage trees is formed only around the combination for one bottle.

This is because I accidentally slaughtered one with an axe earlier.

The defeated enemy soldiers are also amazed at the emergence of the sausage grove and groaning.

Surprisingly, many have stopped by accident.

From the looks of it, apparently neither of them expected a giant sausage to grow from the ground.

Of course I was surprised at the mass appearance of the sausage.

I just haven't wolfed that far. These guys don't show signs of rambling around like Mukade.

All the sausages don't move as if they were bars on columns.

…………

Does that make any sense, this??

Or just sausages, sausages and sausages from earlier. Somehow, the sausage is going to cause a Gestalt collapse already.

Sausage, huh?

Speaking of which, there is also sausage, or intestinal stuffing, in this world.

By the time I was living in a bald house in the city of Tibala, I used to come out for breakfast. His daughter Teru loves sausages.

Little Teru has thin food and can't eat much in the morning, but he eats properly without leaving sausages. The look of a five-year-old with a smile on his face and a lifetime of cheerful sausage is so smiling and cute.

The bald guy did it for your daughter like that, baking sausages every morning.

This is amazingly delicious in Paris when chewed juicy sausages are accompanied by bald handmade, slightly sour fruit sauces.

By the way, it's an extra sauce on the plate, but this guy intertwines well with gravy and ends up putting it on scrambled eggs to taste good. This is the common way of eating.

Oh, I miss bald hand cooking.

I don't know what to do, I'm starving.

For dinner today, I think I'll have Gore bake the sausage.

Even Grandma Tete's mansion occasionally comes out with goat sausage or something, and if you fish the pantry, I wonder if you have a meal or so in stock.

... and like this, my thoughts were way out of line.

Nevertheless, my thinking time is currently greatly accelerated by the influence of the Magic Guide. Regardless of the body feel time, the time elapse in reality is almost instantaneous, from the massive appearance of giant sausages to deciding on dinner requests.

The distance from the giant sausages in question is in itself quite remote.

In this time, the magic attack will probably not arrive at the end of the line. Besides, in case those guys hit me, you should be able to afford it with me and Gore.

Rather, in this situation of unclear meaning, it is more dangerous to move poorly and set it up from here on out.

That's what I was thinking.

But what was actually going on exceeded my predictions.

At this time, a certain anomaly was sensed in the spatial grasp by the magic guide.

- The bodies of all the sausages around us are starting to expand simultaneously.

Like pink balloons, the sausages swell up one after the other.

Inside it, I saw particles of magic gather all at once.

Is that a particle of fire?

Or the wind......?

No, it also looks like both of those particles are mixed in intricately.

I had my eyes wide open to this unusual phenomenon that I saw for the first time.

All of a sudden, the sight stained bright white.

Gore.

She jumped at me with great momentum.

I felt my body being held down by the ground.

At the same time, the vision turns dark.

The next moment.

I was swallowed up by faint heat, explosions, and shocks.

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"Ho ho, yeah, a little sand in my mouth..."

I blushed unexpectedly at the feel of the dull sand.

Ha? What is it?

The world is dark. I don't even hear a sound.

A world of everlasting darkness and silence without sound.

Could this be the one called the post-mortem world?

Well, am I finally dead? I wanted her at least before I died......

…………

Oh, no. This. I'm probably not dead.

It's warm and fluffy above the eyelids and around the ears.

Looks like Gore's in the palm of his hand and he's just blocking my eyes and ears.

"Gore, I don't see anything. Can you take your hands off me, please?

Her hand, which took my word for it and was covering her face, is gently removed.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Gore's deep red eyes are peeking at me up close.

My lips are going to touch me at risk, but, well, it's the usual thing. I'm used to it.

Looks like I'm lying on the ground right now. Again, by Gore, they were forced down.

On top of her body, her body is soft.

I barely feel the weight. This is the usual, too.

I slowly woke up my upper body while holding Gore.

And as it was, I stood up on both my fluttering legs.

My head still feels a little rough.

Gore supported me gently, from next door.

"Sorry, Gore"

There's a lot of dirt smoke all around me, and my vision doesn't work.

I've checked my body for now, but neither me nor Gore seem to be particularly injured or anything like that.

Light lightheadedness would be due to the intense noise and shock that rocked my brain.

At this time, I finally realized there was.

"Speaking of which, the battle axe..."

The Battle Axe of the Earth, which should have been held in your right hand, is nowhere.

The magic guide has also been cut.

Really? When my consciousness flew away for a moment earlier, my concentration was interrupted and my magic supply to The Battle Axe of the Earth was interrupted? The Battle Axe, which was out of magic, could not maintain its form and had collapsed at some point.

"This beating weakness may be the unexpected weakness of the Magic Guide..."

I gently put my right hand on the ground as I grabbed my head.

Fortunately, thanks to the earthly smoke that covers your surroundings, you don't have to worry about getting noticed now. Again, let's generate an Axe of War.

"-" The Battle Axe of the Earth. "

At the same time as the chant, particles of dirt rise at your feet, shaping a single-edged axe.

At the same time as generating the familiar battle axe, it activated the usual magic guidance.

Softly apply your hand to the battle axe stained with a miserable black color.

I felt my senses sharpen rapidly.

As I put my exploration into the signs beyond the soot smoke that was fading, I stayed silent.

"Is...?

The area has been destroyed and countless giant craters have been created.

Around, there was nothing else missing.

The ground of the surrounding hills blew away, leaving us with a diameter of about 15 meters.

The center of each of the craters on the surface is probably where the columns of fish sausage stood until earlier.

"Maybe you blew yourself up? Um, the sausages...?

A miserable sight is exposed from the fading earth smoke.

The enemy soldiers who were fleeing in the southern direction were all caught in the explosion and turned into unbroken bodies.

There is no one on the earth of burnt hills but us who survives as one.

What the hell is going on here?

Weren't the bombing attacks now at the mercy of those lurking in the shrine grove? Aren't all the people who are dying here supposed to be buddies to them?

No, on the contrary, the emergence of worms now and the timing of the explosion are as if...

It was as if I had been waiting for you to move to the center of the hill of the blast as I crossed the blades with the army.

Because.

No way, the guys in the woods.

"You used every ally here as fishing bait (...) to bomb every one of me..."

I accidentally took a spit.

A cold, large object struck his leg.

Looks familiar, pink chunks. A giant fillet of fish sausage, broken in two, is lying on the ground.

It was the first sausage I broke my brain with an axe.

I see.

Only this guy was dead, so he couldn't blow himself up...

I turned to the shrine grove.

Explore the signs of the forest's superficial layers, where, as always, a few human-like shadows stand.

I felt this gaze stick to my skin.

I whined moaning as I stood on the spot.

"He's totally gone... What the hell, this enemy..."