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

With three golems in the lead, we all set out to move forward.

Walk straight into the woods with the powerful footsteps of the golems.

Blah, blah, blah. I'm just taking this formation, arrows flying from my enemies, magic letting go, but mostly it doesn't matter. Because arrows don't work on the armor of the golem, and even magic plays it.

Thinking about it, you're too strong, Golem......

I found out a little bit about the psychology of the enemy's obstinate use of tangled hands.

The seven enemies ahead remain in formation in front of the woods. I don't see any particular movement.

Apparently, they're gonna intercept us from that place.

All of them are dressed like crows in blackheads. From a robe-like outfit with characteristic insect blades, the vast majority of them are probably worm users. On this point, as I have already said.

However, some of the groups have a slightly different atmosphere than this.

There's a warrior-inspired man in black armor.

"That armored bastard is pretty much a magic warrior."

Jambila walking next door said so, staring forward.

"You mean the same blood attributes as you?... can you tell just by looking at it?"

"The size of the bastard's gain. You can never wield that black sword on your back with the power of an ordinary man."

"Oh, I see..."

Indeed, the man in the armor ahead carries a black sword that is likely to be as long as his height.

If you ask me that, whether it be the swinging hammer of Jambila or the great sword used by the chimpy bosses of the city of Tibura, a magic warrior is uniformly a huge weapon. If you do it with the physical strengthening of blood attribute sorcery, do powerful sorcery warriors tend to have larger weapons?

"The use of blood attributes like Mr. Jambila and the others, when you use a normal sword, the blade breaks more intolerably. Mostly thick, sturdy, specially crafted weapons."

The acetu boy next door gave me a narrative with a gentle smile, like a sister who teaches things to elementary school students.

"Heh. Blood attributes are a lot of trouble, too"

I honestly decided to admire the teachings of my younger Dr. Acetu.

"Worm users are worse at fighting in a state of nostalgia than we are at Golem. So, as a precaution against proximity, maybe you're using magic warriors as escorts."

"Ah. If you say so, the bugs I fought in the woods were also taking escorts everywhere..."

Again, squeeze with such an escort magic warrior and watch the man in front.

The sword, the equipment, everything is a black man. He's wearing a black mask that covers the top half of his face, and I don't see that face.

However, when I say that, the rest of the worm users are blackjacked, and they are all hooded, with no face or anything. Apparently, they're taking thorough facial protection measures.

While we keep an eye on our enemies and surroundings like this, we keep moving forward. The distance from the worm users in front of the forest was steadily approaching.

Even so, the distance from each other is probably still close to 200 meters away. This is much farther than the normal starting distance of battle between the golems. Naturally, it's a distance from magic at all.

But at this time, the wormers saw movement.

A whistle of strange design, like an example ocarina, was gently carried to their mouth, which was not covered in a hood.

"Hmm. You worm bastards, you're about to set me up."

We found ourselves aiming at the enemy's movements, and Jambila raised her voice.

I think he has a fairly high eyesight, seeing the little ocarina at the enemy's disposal at this distance. Is it the effect of physical strengthening caused by blood attribute magic?

Almost at the same time as his voice like that, a whistling tone sounded like a wind cut around him.

On purpose, the signs of the forest move heavily.

A large number of black bugs gushed out of the woods, knocking down the trees.

It's a beetle-shaped, beetle-looking worm, similar to the worm that was swarming at the entrance inside. Was there still so much left?

A good number of turtles fill the front of the Mirami Forest.

Shortly afterwards they turned into black waves and headed this way to launch a simultaneous assault.

"Heh, you see only three golems over here and you have the soul guts to crush them in numbers. - Kick it, Endil!

A giant war elephant golem, called Endil, ran out to meet the growl of the red-haired big man.

A six-metre, orange heavy golem with earthquake footsteps and a hammer-wielding, plunges into a bug tsunami.

I see, is the real name of that war elephant Golem, Endil?

Isn't that a cool name inside?

But my nickname will always be Orange Elephant. Emphasis is placed on clarity.

"Intercept me, Alpas!

Then Acetu screamed.

In response to the call, a green corner golem runs out with his fist up.

That corner golem's real name is Alpus. Yeah. This is, of course, information I already know. Somehow it sounds bright and I think it's a nice name.

Of course, but still, I keep calling it a corner.

"Okay. You go too, Gore!

On the stream, I tried to scream like the two of us.

Follow my voice and a pure white cathedral golem runs out...... that? I'm not running out.

For some reason, our gore is the only one who can't move.

She's standing right next to me.

"Gore...?

With that being said, he's actually been acting subtly strange since the last minute.

Gore's back was strangely twitching from the area where I was rubbing my crying acetu back. And right after Acetu and I had a smile and a conversation earlier, we were finally getting interrupted as if we couldn't stand something.

I'm still forced to stand between me and Acetu.

Really, it's a really slight change in expression - I felt like Gore's cheek was fumbling with dissatisfaction.

I whispered to Gore in a slight rush about the situation.

"Hey, Gore. Can you fight for me, too? I just said," Come on! "And now we're not gonna fight. We're not gonna fight."

Talked to me, Gore stared back at my face. Those eyes moisturize when they groan, and their feet tread on the ground for the rest of their lives. It's like a dog refusing to go to an animal hospital for vaccination.

Oh, no. This is a pattern that doesn't work even with Kiko...

"Hmm? What's the matter, Nemaki, don't you serve Goletalu?

Jambila, who noticed how Gore and I were doing, asked with a strange look.

Tastes bad.

As it is, my incompetence as an owner will find out about this man.

"Uh... You know, and hitting hard is something that goes into battle late. Jambila, you weren't rampaged enough earlier, were you? I'm watching a game here with Gore, so show me how to fight."

Jambila scratched her head with a bitter smile at this conflicting statement of mine.

"Ahhh! You, you really can afford it. Fine. That provocation, I'll give you a ride. But, hey, even if our Endil has all his enemies, why don't you complain later?

Immediately after Jambila barked that way, a rushing orange elephant and a bug tsunami clashed.

One after another, big black turtles. But even if you get that body hit, the orange giant is like unwavering.

A thorny hammer held by the giant's right arm makes a noise and swings it down.

In an instant several turtles were crushed with each of their outer shells, creating a carpet of purple blood on the ground.

Intercepting the turtles coming through the side of the orange elephant is a green warrior, a single horn.

The turtles sink one after the other with a series of fist hits of the crusty armor rolled out.

Every time a fist like a green lightning bolt was released, the head of a worm covered in a thick outer shell blew away and a wind hole vacated his torso.

Very steady movement and strength.

As much as I can see the subject's movements in the magic guide right now, I know very well, but the one in the corner is really getting stronger. The first time I was fighting a bug in front of the front gate, it was like a different kind of run out of movement.

The figure is precisely the protagonist who has awakened to the power of love to gain true strength.

Both of them, that's cool.

The way the boneless golems fight ambitiously is really hot. Excellent.

I want a golem full of these boys hobbies, too.

No, of course, I'm not dissatisfied with my current partner. But, you know, that's it, this is it.

If I were to analogize this feeling, I would...... Meat and dessert are both delicious, but they're totally different bellies, aren't they? If the gore is a sweet, delicious parfait, the orange elephant or a corner is a grilled meat or steak. Sometimes I want meat.

With that in mind, I watched the orange elephant (hard to do) and one horn (steak) with hot eyes.

Doing so unconsciously, my heart leaked its true meaning.

"Ha, that's cool. I envy you......"

This moment.

A parfait of twilight, which remained silent next door, stormed the battlefield as a white flash.

Gore rushes through the swarm of worms, fast.

As soon as they come into contact with her, the giant worms are torn apart from each other by the outer shell and splashed apart, as if they were vegetables sprinkled on a mixer.

One corner, which nearly caught Gore's assault in jeopardy, quickly jumped away and dodged. Nice dodge. If it had been him before he woke up as the protagonist, with the blow now, he would probably have been hit.

Misty fluids of worms destroyed by Gore dye the surrounding area purple. The organ rises heavily into the universe. A basketball-like worm eyeball bounced the ground and a flash-blown worm limb flew near my feet.

As always, our golem is grossly fought.

Sure, three times the normal golem is gross.

Or too much. I'm suddenly too motivated.

Obviously overkill.

You don't have to do that.

Gore, that turtle is already dead. That way, it would be pathetic if I crushed my little one and played with it.

What the hell is driving you to that heist...

"Come on, Nemaki, I thought you were looking. You're saying I can't stand it anymore? When you get rough, there's a lot of blood to look at."

Jambila is laughing at me on the side.

Hi. I feel like Gore's personal hobby brutality fight is also being blamed on my character as an owner.

When it comes to fighting style, I've noticed one thing.

The impression I've seen so far is that a battle golem is a lot of aircraft that deal with daggers and long weapons cleverly and fight. Gentlemen, the way you fight is not up to you, it's surprisingly technical.

But now that we are looking at the three golems in front of us, it is very primitive to fight them all together.

Hit him with a blunt instrument. Hit him with a fist.

Hit him. Hit him. Kick. Step on it. Sometimes I pull it off with my arm.

All three bodies are completely, "I don't know the details, let's beat them with power and crush them anyway" style.

These guys, they're gorillas. A brilliant team has been formed, Mr. Gorilla.

"Hmm...?

At this time, I felt some of the signs of the forest squirm.

Looking into the exploration, the insects seem to be entering the superficial layer from around the right edge of the slightly distant forest.

"Pretty big, huh?"

Perhaps this is a strangely large type of unidentified bug that was also capturing signs when overlooking from the top of the main entrance. Size, about a turn smaller than an orange elephant? I think it's something like 5 meters tall.

The number is... four in all.

"Hey, Acetu, Jambila. There's a big bug coming out of the woods..."

I was a battle axe, pointing to the predicted location of a giant bug.

"Uh, where?

"Big bug? Then let our Endil deal with you?

Two turned to the woods, exactly at that time, and a bug appeared.

It was four grey quail worms that knocked down the trees and jumped into the field.

Reflecting midday sunlight, its outer shell emits a silver-colored glow.

In addition, this bug has an unusually large back area.

There are countless large holes in the outer shell of its raised back. Designed somewhat, it looked like a missile pod.

What the hell is this guy?

No, seriously, what is it, don't be ridiculous, come on, this...

"" Cool......!

Me and Jambila's voice unison brilliantly.

"Ugh, what are you both talking about!

Only Acetu is puffy and angry.

This guy doesn't look like a wacko kid at all. It's a cold reaction like a lady when she says she has a cool giant quail bug in front of her.

"That bug must be the Spear Gun Bug." It's a very dangerous bug that fires hardened, powerful thorns from the back hole. "

"What, was that bug's back, really a missile pod?!?"

"Mesa Po...... what are you talking about?

"No, no, wait, wait! It's better than that. Wow, they're turning to the side of the golem. If what Acetu says is true, is that position taken pretty badly?!?"

As Jambila puts it, the emergence point of the giant wasp army is beside the battlefield of giant turtles and golems.

The countless holes in the cannon holes on its back had already captured Gore and the others.

They're going to take a flank attack on the turtles and the Golems who are in turmoil.

It's an unscrupulous method of warfare that involves every bug on your side.

However, given the history of the worm users, it could also be said that it is normally possible.

When I saw how this was going, Jambila screamed.

"Shit! Protect me, Endil!

The orange elephant reacted instantly. He interrupts the enemy's rays while gently bouncing off the surrounding turtles. It's like covering a corner with Gore.

Shortly afterwards, a grey wasp-backed gungate blew fire simultaneously.

It was an intense simulation of power, beyond expectation.

A spear-like crust in a grey conical shape was shot into one side.

The turtles around them, who ate the winding of the shelling, became hives one after another and were swept down.

A sharp crust shell struck the orange elephant in the position of crossing arms and guarding the head, too, many times.

Around the corner, a clattering noise of ears rings.

The bursting gray outer shell and orange pieces of armor scattered violently in a series of terrific shocks that swayed even the giant body of the heavy golem.

But the Orange Elephant survived this storm of shelling.

"Seriously. Wow, the orange elephant one..."

He's outnumbered the attack with vegetarian defense.

If I had the right view, the spear shells on the wasp worm's crust nowadays would have been nearly as powerful as a monkey stone bullet, one shot at a time.

Orange elephants, although partially damaged by the thick armor they have been bombarded, have rarely been damaged in such a way as to reach the primitive body. With this level of damage, it seems that there is no obstacle to the continuation of the fight.

Terrible defense. This heavy golem is undoubtedly so stubborn that it cannot be compared to the walls there.

"... ugh. What's it like? If you know you're gonna shoot me in advance, it's a little bit of a job."

Jambila laughed.

It's a good smile.

Shortly after this, Gore moved.

He ran up the back of the Orange Elephant, who was leaning forward in defense.

The back of a trampled giant rocks when it disappoints.

With his big back scaffolded as it was, Gore jumped as a flying bird.

A white elf shell that flies from an orange catapult.

Gore, which flies out into the air, falls fast into a herd of grey wasps.

I targeted him. An intense missile kick hit the wasp back on the right.

The hard, exuberant gray outer shell was shattered, instantly, for each of its contents. A large number of scattered crust fragments reflect the sun and look glistening like shimmering silver scaly powder.

The quail, which was struck through the torso with a single blow, died instantly.

Gore, who stepped down to the ground with the momentum that crushed the quail, puts those white, supple legs all the way up high. I think so. No, she flew like a solo with a gorgeous movement like a gymnast, spinning her legs vertically.

I've seen that flashy move before.

I showed it when I hit the medulla oblongata of the ancient dragon, it's leg guillotine.

Gore's legs, which turned into high-speed spinning scarecrows that twirled, snapped off the necks of the wasps that were lined up side-by-side for shooting.

One, two, three - ….

Soon after, the neck of all the remaining wasps was severed by white guillotine.

Gore, who has completed the merciless execution, lands fluffy and silent.

She stretched her spine gracefully, as if nothing had happened, and rose in a flowing, natural act.

Behind it, the gray heads of the amputated giant worms make bottoms and noises and fall to the ground.

Slightly later, fluid was released simultaneously from the cross section of those three necks.

It was a vibrant purple fountain, announcing the settlement of the battle.

- Thus the Quack Squad was wiped out.

"Nemaki. You're so lame..."

"Brother, you're too strong..."

Jambila and Acetu stare at the sight in front of them, and they speak like they are out there.

On the other hand, I didn't mind those two, and I was putting my exploration into what was going on around me.

He was wary of the possibility that the enemy's next hand would come.

The enemy has used a series of brutal tactics on a level that I have not experienced since I was summoned to this world. Well, even if I don't like it, I'll be on guard.

However, behind my thoughts, which had been cautious, it seemed that the trend in battle had almost decided in one act now.

Due to the winding up of quail shelling, the herd of turtles is greatly reduced in number. Those few survivors were also being swept away at once by a single corner that showed the movement of the now awakened protagonist.

No longer outside the woods, there are few bugs left.

Speaking of damage to this one, the orange elephant was somewhat hit.

It's a virtual victory.

The worm users in front of the forest seem pretty upset about this.

Shortly after the quackery ambush was sealed off, about half the constituents have been in a terrible state of panic. I could see that from the change in their faces. I guess that ton of demo wasp cannons was a hidden ball for them.

The wormers are saying something to each other.

I care about the content, but their position is too far from here. It's not as close to listening to a conversation as it sounds.

That's what I thought, and I reconsidered.

... No, wait. If I were you now, I might not be.

I concentrated.

Again, a sensation enhanced by magic, albeit slightly, is picking up mixed noise audio.

A blurry, distant chatter, almost rubbed off by the wind.

This alone is like I don't know what the conversation is about.

But the slightest movement of the lips peeking from under the hood of the wormers. And subtle changes in some facial expressions. For me now, I know that all of them are in my hands with a magic guide's grasp of space.

A number of perceived fragmentary information was carefully, carefully, and consciously connected.

- Nah, I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm not being heard.

"- The princess didn't tell me about the use of the Diocese Golem."

Connected.

I know. I hear you.

Their reconfigured voice pours into my head.

"That's it no longer. Let's retreat."

"No, we're still halfway there. I can't go back and look at you, princess, because I've fallen behind my country golem users in this place."

"But in our current battle, we have crushed all the charcoal shellfish Takakuru. Even if we keep going, we'll pack it at the western end of the mountain range. There's no better way than to go home once to replenish a bug."

"Stupid. For this plan, Princess, how much root do you think you've been uprooted? It is not realistically possible to conduct another operation of the same magnitude in secret. Here and now, at least we should definitely just crush this settlement"

This is roughly what the worm users are talking about.

Thank you. They seem to have a broken opinion on whether or not to escape the scene. Each argues that we should, no, we can't, etc.

Among them, there was only one of the enemies, who had not revealed his departure.

A man of magic warriors, wearing black armor and a mask.

This guy is the only one who has said anything. I'm just leaning against a tree near the forest entrance and sitting around, watching the wormers say.

Or so, yes. Sit down, this man.

That's a lot of spare time... How I've always stood and said I was already a tatter.

At any rate, these people don't realize I'm eavesdropping on conversations. If you leave me alone, I think you can talk a lot of information on your own.

Apparently, a mastermind exists in this raid, and should we remain silent and listening...?

When I was thinking that way, Acetu called from next door.

"Brother Nemaki, I'm not talking to you at all from earlier, what's wrong? I knew you were hurt somewhere..."

"What? Nemaki, are you getting hit somewhere?

Shit. Somehow, the silent focus on eavesdropping is creating a strange misconception.

"No, you're gonna be okay, okay? I am so energetic..."

"Say that again, don't. Aren't you patient? Brother, you're going to try to hold anything on your own right away. Here, let me see."

That's what I said, Acetu, he started to wander my body.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck!?"

"It's a check-up. It's no use hiding it."

"What? Stop, oh, that's the place...... hey, seriously, stop!

The force of Acetu's slender arms is surprisingly strong. Just my left hand, which doesn't have a war axe, is very unlikely to make me peel it off.

"Hey, there you go...... hey Jambila, stop acetu!

"Ooh, you two are hot. I'm watching my enemies. You guys don't have to worry about it."

Jambila laughs naggingly as she looks at us on the side.

"Fucking muscles! Are you going to abandon your friends?"

"No, Nemaki, it's serious. If you're wounded, you should see him while you're at it, right?

"So I'm a healthy body AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Hey brother, stay still!

As a result of this disturbance, my eavesdropping on the enemy was interrupted for a very short time.

But I wasn't caught off guard.

The spatial grasp by magic continues to capture the appearance of the enemy all the time.

By the way, Gore just started running back from the battlefield to this one with a dash of momentum that just beat Asetu to death. I would also like to add that it is properly captured with the guidance of the devil.

Honestly, I see too many things and my stomach is going to hurt......

"Hmm? This is..."

At this time, just for a moment. A demonic radar sensed an anomaly in the enemy's movements.

"... No way"

Realizing that fact, I inadvertently questioned the consequences of my perception by my own guidance and looked back at my enemies. Reflectively, he tried to check with his naked eye.

The next strange thing I noticed was Jambila watching the woods.

He also has his eyes wide open.

"Oh, man. Nemaki, the enemy..."

Acetu, who had his hands on my clothes, also looked up as if he was angry.

"What, what do you mean? How could they, at a time like this..."

If you realize it, Gore, who was running back to me, is stopping his legs perfectly and staring at the woods.

"Is that, buddy...?

In front of the forest, the anomaly was happening.

All six worms were slashed down and sunk in the sea of blood.

Only one person standing on the spot in the midst of a tragedy is a black-clad sorcerer warrior.

A giant black sword in his hand is now stabbing through the back of one bug man lying on the ground.

The mouth of the worm, which was worn by the sword and bled with blood bubbles, moved with puffiness.

- Ki, sama, hey, we just...

The masked sorcery warrior questioned pushed the Great Sword even harder without answering.

The worm keeps his mouth wide open, and he dies.

The man pulled the sword out of the body and kicked its back.

A corpse of a crow-like worm with a black robe rolls down the ground with clutter, pulling a bright red bloody carpet. Insect feather decorations peeled off the robe coloured the red carpet slightly.

A man staring down at the body, carelessly, threw up words.

"... - Uh, seriously. Ugh. These guys, you can't do it at all. 0 points"

The voice was unexpectedly young.

Besides, the words spouted by a man holding a wet blade in bright red blood are strangely unrealistic. The emotion in his voice was faint and light, as if it were a cotton candy swollen with air.

It was the first time since I came to this world that I had this feeling when I heard other people's voices.

I got goosebumps on my spine for some reason.

I don't see any slight facial changes in the mouth of the man peeking from under the mask.

However, a finger wearing a black handkerchief (gauntlet) is tapping a big sword pattern on the nerves.

It's like when a child is causing trouble. Even so, this guy's stature is definitely that of an adult.

In a nutshell, the impression of this man's appearance is "black" anyway.

The mask is black, and the armor is black. If the sword is black, so is the cloak on your back.

Young man with middle meat and tall, with dark colors all the way to his hair.

It's not black, it's about skin. I can't say for sure because my face is hidden in a mask, but based on this skin tone, I think it's probably the same yellow race as mine.

People I see occasionally, though relatively rare in this country. I wonder if it's an ethnic group called the Orientals, or its bloody people.

"Damn, I said I produced the operation right away... Because these guys are incompetent, you ruined it all. Besides something, Princess Soon. I don't know..."

The masked man, who told him to throw up and throw it away, slowly walked toward this one as he stepped on the dead body of a worm rolling on the ground.

"Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh"

A hood covering his face peeled off from the corpse of one worm on a clap trampled by a man.

I was a little surprised.

Because that dead man with the blue face was such a neat looking young man that he was not as familiar with the image of a shady worm.

Here the masked man, for the first time, abominably distorted its mouth greatly.

And he stuck his sword in the beautiful face of a dewy corpse.

"... it's that woman's bad habit to choose her surrounding men just by their faces. Compared to these guys, they're still doing a decent job with the chicks I hired for gold and the teething bugworms."

A man pulled the sword out of the crushed head of the body slowly raised the face he was leaning over.

Cover the top half of his face, black mask.

As for the design, would it be close to a Venetian mask? It's a cosmetic aspect that makes me want to ask if I'll even attend the masquerade.

The eye area is covered by a red coloured lens. I can't get a glimpse of what's happening to my eyes inside the lens.

But that gaze over the mask.

Now I feel like I've been directed at us.

"I mean, what the fuck is this fucking village? It's completely different from the data in the prior dossier. Seriously, fuck you..."

The shoulder of the man who said so, went up and down a lot.

"Oh man, dude. Always this guy. Ha..."

Long, long, sighing.

The man then moved his masked mouth so as to whine about something.

"Damn - to me -... don't let me take care of you -..."

His lip movement, of course, was visible.

Even the audio, I could pick up enough.

But I haven't been able to understand a word that leaked out of my mouth for a while.

Translation mistakes, errors. I thought it was some kind of mistake.

Because I couldn't believe what I said.

I repeated the words the man uttered in my head many times.

And when I understand what that means again. I just, you know, shut up and fight over this fact.

'Cause he did, he was squealing like this.

"Damn, let me take extra care of King Magic...

Kill them all. I'll wipe out every village, you miscellaneous fish NPCs. "