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

"... gore!

Unexpectedly, I got a little tear.

My partner (Gore) stands at the entrance of the forest in a noble and majestic manner.

Its picturesque surface, in which the daughter of an elf, white and luxurious enough to break, lists an orange giant like a mountain, honestly, is too distant. There, there was even some sort of mythical beauty.

Apparently the Gore one isn't hurt a lot either.

Perhaps he kicked some disturbing trees and worms with his legs as he took charge of the orange elephant with both hands, unable to move due to damage, and came out of the woods full of energy.

"What, are you back already? Too bad......"

I felt like I heard Acetu whining small behind me, but to me as I am so impressed with my partner's safety, not quite.

"You're safe, buddy!

Gore, who responded to my voice, instantly started dashing this way.

Incidentally, the orange elephant, held by Gore until a moment ago, is thrown on the spot as messy as garbage. I expected her to finally wake up to friendship between the golems, but apparently it was my dreams.

Well, but you just brought orange elephants out of the woods, which is a huge advance for Gore.

It's the shape of being thrown away and getting him to take the pinch, and maybe I feel somewhat thankful for being an out-of-the-box gore. He's unexpectedly manipulative.

While I was thinking, for example, my body was wrapped in a fluffy, white and soft feeling.

"Oops."

Gore jumped and hugged me.

I thought I was overwhelmed by all the help I could get, but as always, I still don't feel the weight or the shock.

"... I'm glad you're safe"

Speaking so, he put his head behind Gore.

She doesn't move with a hug on me. I see a rare and adorable knob.

"I mean, you, you're full of spider thread."

There are thick transparent threads tangled around Gore's shoulders and neck. Probably from those spider-like bugs that are dying in large numbers near the forest entrance.

Touch the yarn, it's a lot of elasticity. It's very unlikely to cut a thousand pulls.

I see. Was this guy bothering you to get out of the woods?

"Haha. But it's kind of like this yarn, scarf. When you're wrapped around your neck, it feels like a heavenly feather."

I said it so lightly and it made me feel kind of uncomfortable.

Gore's reaction is too thin from earlier. Hold still on to me.

Usually when I say something like this, this guy moves his long ears happily while shining his deep red eyes.

Besides, Gore now doesn't look like he's trying to bite acetu at all.

Stick to me today, it's really important.

... That's odd. This is too much discharge.

Are you feeling any worse? Until just now, I was so well destroying the forest.

"Gore, are you hurt somewhere after all? Speaking of which, you were badly flunked when your enemy slapped you from your back to the ground..."

Is that what caused it and you're not feeling well?

Still got a back ache?

This is the first time Gore has taken clear damage from a physical attack.

"I mean, I don't know how your Wonder Defense works if you're damaged or not. Once there, can you explain it from the ground up carefully and clearly?"

Gore doesn't respond. Hold me tight.

"Hey, Gore. What's the matter, are you listening?

I followed her cheek, feeling nagging, with my fingers.

or a frightening, white cheek, and the fingertips sink to the fu. As usual. Except for the fact that she is unresponsive.

"Hey, don't ignore me, buddy. I'm a little hurt..."

As I glanced at her expression, I said so.

My movements stopped perfectly.

What did I say now?

Yeah, I'm gonna get hurt.

"Ah..."

I noticed. Gore's gaze, hardened like a statue, is nailed to a certain point in my body.

That's mine, shoulder.

It's an example of a shoulder wound that was shallowly damaged by a dagger throw during a battle.

Gore's body, staring at the seeping shoulders of blood and the torn clothes as if frozen, began to tremble into small pieces as he shrugged.

Tremors become intense when she cries, gradually spreading all over her body.

Her silent cry quickly reached critical point.

Suddenly, Gore's neck turned sideways.

At the end of that line of sight...

Dressed in spears, bloody and unconscious, he is the king of masked demons.

"Oh, man. Gore......"

I tried to call her.

And I breathed unexpectedly.

- Gore's eyes are stained with darkness.

Previously, Gore's appearance of killing people he doesn't like has been seen scattered.

But I can assure you.

I've never, ever seen her eyes so concentrated, strong, clear, irrevocably darkly murderous.

Tastes bad.

I tried, reflexively, to grab her.

but then I was slipped between my arms.

I can't even capture the demon-induced activation, it was a rough speed and physical fitness.

"Gore, ma-"

Wait, before the word speaks.

Gore's poking knife was piercing the masked man's abdomen.

Hard armor smashed lightly and blood splashed from the cracked armor gap.

At this time Gore, as usual, did not smash his opponent's head.

... Yes, I didn't let him die instantly.

You can't die calmly, just a deadly wound "..."

I am familiar with this frustrating method. It's the same thing. The way the monkeys tried to attack me were brutally murdered in retaliation.

She slowly tried to lift the man's belly up into the universe with a knife pierced.

However, the opponent's body remains anchored to the ground with the "Big Spear of the Earth". If you try to lift it, naturally...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!?"

A man stripped his teeth and exclaimed.

The unimaginable pain that struck him forced him back from the edge of a calm coma.

Between Gore's movement to forcefully lift his body and the "Big Spear of the Earth" to pierce his shoulder and stop his body from stitching to the ground, the man's upper body is beginning to make dangerous noises with his chives.

"Why don't you keep it up, he'll be pulled a thousand times...!

He hastily cut off the magic supply to the "Big Spear of the Earth".

The spear becomes a black particle and begins to collapse. A man's body was lifted with a flutter and a one-handed movement of gore that ran out of objects to hold him down as soon as possible.

Gore then forcefully stripped off the black mask covering the man's face.

"-Good!?"

When I was stripped of my mask by force, I saw a massive splash of blood and black hair. Perhaps Gore took a mask for every part of his scalp.

I can't even feel the shard of mercy, her series of movements.

That was like saying I would worship the expression of someone dying in agony.

From under the mask, the bloody face of the man becomes dewy.

The young man with the vain eyes, of course, is someone I don't know at all.

Because of the blood stain, I'm not sure even the fine face, but the face still seemed like Japanese stuff.

"Yahoo, kaha"

A man stripped of his mask coughed up and spit blood out of his mouth.

Floating in the universe with Gore stabbing him in the belly, he didn't seem to have a grasp of his situation yet. In his bright red face with flowing blood, his eyeballs are moving slightly, his hands and feet moving through the air.

A man's hand slammed against his face touched the crumbling "Big Spear of the Earth".

"... hey, what's this..."

A man dropped his gaze on the "Big Spear of the Earth" and squealed suddenly.

"Black...... particles, collapse......?

A small, spasmodic palm softly receives black particles that collapse saggily, making sure.

"This is, Sat...... No way... - a magic guide...!

At this moment, the man's expression changed dramatically.

He moved only the neck of his skewered body and stared at my face.

The blood-running eyes had a fierce rage of burning.

"I see," Tsukura "on that side, you were so“ subpoenaed ”ah...! Shit, shit...! The villagers' race was completely caught off guard because of their impotence, this, ho ho ho ho ho ho."

The words of the man who was yelling abruptly turned into a whimpering scream.

Gore moved his hand through his stomach to make up his mind.

Her dark eyes are uncomfortably looking at the man. It seemed like her anger had been touched when she tried to curse me.

And at this time, the man, distressingly distorting his face, recognized the existence of Gore for the first time. A white, cold, icey goddess of death that hangs through her own belly.

"This one... Elf doll...!

The man's eyes open wide.

Soon afterwards the gaze crossed with Gore's dark eyes.

Deep, deep well-like, bottomless, black-hearted eyes.

Here he finally seemed to understand the situation in which he was placed. He shifts his gaze away from Gore to frighten him and looks back at me again.

"Oh, hey, you... are you going to kill me...?

I couldn't answer this question immediately.

Of course I didn't mean to kill him aggressively.

But it was clear that this man's life would not be saved.

Gore's retaliatory attack of intent to kill has already been largely accomplished in the first blow. The knife penetrating the abdomen had ensured that some vital organs had been damaged and lost.

We are no longer at a stage where there is no help or crap.

This man's vitality is probably awesome even in a vegan state. Is it the aftermath of physical strengthening or something? The shape "Big Spear of the Earth", which was blocking the shoulder wound and suppressing the bleeding, disappeared, on which the abdomen was also stabbed through, and it is not strange when he died from earlier. Despite this, he lives and talks like this.

Honestly, I think it's a life force out of track.

… but that is only if we evaluate it as a human life force.

Compared to the numerous warcraft that Gore has slaughtered so far, it doesn't matter how you look at it.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla

On that evidence, a clear dead minister had already begun to float on the pale face of a bloody, nearly insane man.

Yes. The man in front of him was now barely alive by Gore's force subtraction, in the path of pain and suffering leading to a confirmed death, just that.

Exactly the same as one dying cow, used as a call-water for mass slaughter in the Siddle Mountains.

When this happened, I couldn't help it anymore.

…………

The man seemed to take my silence as an affirmation of the question.

"No, don't, don't kill me..."

Its blood-running eyes carry the colour of a grieving plea.

"Oh yeah, let's put our hands together......! Oh, I have a powerful patron. Together, we can do anything. Anyone who doesn't like it will kill you, and you can take everything you wanted from others. Or countless gold coins, amazing ancient treasures, coveted virgins, and even honors from around!

I only frowned a little at this man's remarks and didn't answer anything.

Simply because I didn't think it was worth a response.

To the way I look like that, a man keeps his words in desperate shape.

"I said, please, forgive me... This place, I don't like the end of it... In a world where you can do whatever you want because of it, you've got the invincible power...! I still want to enjoy this great game. Look, idiot, there's no need to be honest with each other and kill each other, is there? You can kill me like this, but any time..."

I almost said it this far and the guy suddenly gave me a hard look.

"No way......"

Of a blood-soaked man, only his eyes are slightly open in his badly pale face.

"No way, you are, are you (...)...?

Fear-stained eyes are staring at me.

The man's frightened expression was as if he were also watching in the shadow of a terrible reaper in front of him.

A thin lip discolored in purple moved into a tingling and cramping mood.

"Are you going to (...) kill us all again? To the Lord of Ruin."

At this moment, Gore's left hand knife pierced the man's left breast mercilessly.

"Damn..."

A man whose heart had been destroyed blew a bubble of blood with me and peeled off his white eyes.

Gore brightly pulls out the knife that stood on its chest. From the wound where the plug was lost, a splash of red blood erupted.

She then swung out her right hand, standing against the other's abdomen.

A man's body, shaped to be abandoned by momentum, rolls down the ground like a broken doll.

The bloody, white-eyed, dark-haired man had already run out.

It was too much of a tabernacle.

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"" Heh...?

On the soil of the field, a glimmer of wind blows through.

Me and the acetu next door were totally disgusted.

Gore's one, why did you stab him in the stomach at this time?? I feel like the guy was in the middle of saying something super fucking important right now.

I mean, I didn't really hear the last one because the spear collapse was cutting off my demon guidance's sensory enhancement.

Gore doesn't even look to a man's body. It's totally like garbage on the side of the road.

She kicked the body and rushed up the crater slope with tremendous momentum. And he came back to me standing up.

Gore's eyes are moisturized. I'm going to cry as soon as I inspire you.

She tried to soften the wound on my shoulder with her trembling fingertips once.

But I pulled my hand in like I immediately thought.

Then he opened my black shoulder bag and began to take something out of it.

…………

I don't want to just shut up and watch Gore like that.

What she took out of her bag was a demonic prop like a watery flashlight.

It is the healing code "Chiyugi".

This was followed by the removal of a vial containing anti-itching ointment.

This is the ointment Granny Tete gave me. It seems to work well for insect bites.

Gore put the vial of ointment back in his bag after a little trouble.

Instead, a vial with white cream was removed.

This is the moisturizing cream I got for Acetu. When you apply it to your bath, your skin will get rough.

Oh, I put this back in my bag, too.

…………

Gore is packing his bag again.

The next thing I took out was a bandage.

I think this is something the clerk used to put on when I bought clothes or something in the city.

Will Gore put this bandage back in his bag again?

Oh? I don't think I'm putting this back.

In the meantime, Gore started messing around with his healing rules.

I'm really sorry.

Sometimes I turn my shoulder around and shake the healing rules tiny.

Are you trying to heal my shoulder wound?

"Oh, that's fine. That's fine, Gore. Because there is a trick to using healing rules. I'll do it myself."

In the first place, can a golem use magic props? Well, good.

I received a cure from Gore's hand.

This guy's got a shivering hand. Are you all right......

Anyway, put a healing rule on your own shoulder wound.

And slowly magically.

Magic particles clustered in the light part of the water flashlight, and the cuts on his shoulders began to twitch and block.

Gore is watching the scene with his crying eyes.

About 30 seconds or so, the wound healed beautifully. It was originally about a scratch.

"Okay, I guess this is it.... Soon."

Seeing as the wound was blocked, Gore sneaked off and started bandaging me on my shoulder.

My shoulders are rolling around.

"No, you know, gore. The wounds are blocked, so I don't think we need a bandage."

She doesn't listen to my words and keeps wrapping her bandages around desperately.

Those eyes, they're serious.

My intact upper body was quickly tightly protected by multiple bandages, making me look completely like a seriously injured patient.

"What's wrong with this... Everyone in there will misunderstand you..."

Gore, who finished packing me in a bandage, looks like he finally took a breather here.

With trembling fingertips, he slowly started my shoulder.

Watching it, I had a bad feeling about it.

"Hey Gore. I don't think so, but hey... Did you rush to kill that masked man to take care of this scuff wound of mine?

Gore's long ears moved slightly to reply.

She looked at me in a slightly hazy manner.

This reaction is affirmative.

Oh my God......

The Gore one, did you cut up the retaliatory attack on him halfway up early to treat my little few centimeters of scuffs and just finish it off?

Besides, by extension, at such an important time.

"... hey, gore"

I called out to Gore, who was shivering around my shoulder.

Her name was called, and she raised her face.

The eyes that stare at me, although slightly moist, are completely back to their original tender red color.

"The... You just killed him, that's the guy. I think I was on my way to talking about something important... Were you listening to me?

Gore, who was questioned, knocked his neck in a proper manner.

That garbage, were you talking about something? It is a kanji that

Oh, I still can't. I knew this guy didn't listen to anyone but me seriously at all......

I breathed heavily, shaking my wrapped shoulders with bandages.

And I screamed.

"Gore's asshole. Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Only my sad screams.

It sounded far and away in the wheat fields beneath the blue sky, forever and ever.