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

The monkeys with their proud expressions are holding their hands in heaven.

Above, a large brown stone bullet of rugby balls had been produced.

Well, watch me.

First at this time, turn your right arm toward the subject, or enemy magic.

To be precise, I don't necessarily need to put my hands together, but I feel that the accuracy of the moves is slightly higher because these are easier to concentrate my consciousness.

And turn to enemy sorcery, in your heart, and ask lightly.

- More than those monkeys, will you do me a favor? and.

Perhaps it would be okay to give instructions in the form of an order as appropriate, but I had the least conceivable pride as a culturalist. So with courtesy, I decided to ask them sincerely.

Now, last but not least, the decree.

This decree triggers activation.

I think this is probably an act that falls under the “chant” of witchcraft.

The very words of the decree are anything but.

For example, as always, "open sesame seeds" is fine, or "chippy puffy puffy" is fine.

What am I going to do this time, uh...

"Eat, monkeys!!!"

The stone bullets, which were earthy, became dark and discolored.

With this discoloration, the reign is complete. Enemy magic control is already in my hands.

... but it's not good to be the proper ordinance forever.

Whatever it is, it's my only special move. Soon, I want to think about a cool move-name.

"Ha ha! You savage monkeys! Think of the most powerful power of true primates!

The black rugby balls fly around with the Byunbun and chase the monkeys around.

The monkeys fled screaming in fear, scattered and disappeared across the cliff.

Fuck you.

Oh, one fell off a cliff.

Half a day was about to pass from that one battle, which was besieged by a massive herd of monkeys and was about to devour a saturated attack.

As a result of doing this with a bunch of monkeys several times, I had already made this move completely monolithic.

That's amazing. This. Once you take control of enemy witchcraft, you can do whatever you want later.

Enemy magic can be manipulated like hands and feet.

Previously, it was also this move that caused the big rock door to black discolor and twist open, or the stone book restraint to black discolor and explode.

However, naturally this move cannot be activated without waiting for the opponent to use magic, so it is difficult to become a completely defensive ability in combat.

Besides, he is powerless before the militant monkeys who beat him without any technique.

As always, our team usually only has the means to attack Goletaro's punches and kicks.

Nevertheless, at the time of taking control of the magic, the Warcraft seemed to completely lose its will to fight.

The change in the look on the face of the monkey is amazing when you see the stone bullet you unleashed begin to discolor. I end up with a word of sadness.

I give a look of despair, like I've lost what I trusted most all at once.

Oh, what should I describe? Hmm.

That's right. That face is like sleeping with a plumbing repairman who took his wife for years.

"... Okay, I've made up my mind"

I turned to Goletaro.

And I told him with a full smile.

"The name of this special attack is NTR!

What do you say, Gore... Wow, close to your face!?

Ugh, yeah. I kind of feel like Goletaro is complimenting my naming sense, too.

Well, this guy is a good guy, so I don't think he'd abandon me, even if there existed another parallel world where my naming sense was devastating.

That's how I mastered my first Special Attack, the NTR, but the truth is, fighting monkeys with this move was the biggest battle of all.

The battles that followed were all sporadic. The herd I chased away earlier, there's 20 of them.

Goletaro seems very alert to the complete siege by the monkeys, and as soon as he finds the monkeys, he goes around eliminating them immediately.

Whether you're hiding in the shadows of a rock or in a complete blind spot behind a cliff, find it instantly and smash it.

Wow. It's like the lack of forgiveness of a housewife who found a pest in the kitchen.

Truth be told, Goletaro's one, something I seem to enjoy too much when I use (NTR), so there's even a verse where only a bunch of heads that don't seem to have a problem are deliberately barebacking the so-called net from time to time.

How caring of a gentleman you are, Goletaro...

But with all this awesome sensing power, why did this guy allow monkey siege then?

Were you alarmed because your combat power alone is too different?

... No. Instead, Goletaro didn't initially recognize the monkey as an enemy?

Thinking about it, I felt myself, looking at the monkeys in the distance, explaining to Goletaro about the planet's monkeys in a swallowing manner.

Is it because of that lack of sense of crisis? Is it all my fault?

But, because, from which neighborhood did you recognize them as enemies?

I don't think monkeys are the only warcraft in this world, and there will probably be various dangers in the future. I feel that it is very important to know how Goletaro is aware of the crisis in view of his future safety.

Most importantly, I think it was Goletaro who opened the battlefield this time.

What the hell was the situation then?

I thought about it, and I remembered something.

Right. Just before the first attack, I praised the monkey for being "cute."

All of a sudden, a roar sounded.

A big monkey in the shadow of the rock, kicked by Goletaro, plunged into the cliff and was desperate.

Yeah, what were you talking about?

Yeah, you were talking about the big monkey. Something bothers me.

As we go west down the street, I feel the size of the monkey is subtly increasing.

The first herd was about the size of a nihonzal.

But now the average size of an individual is about the size of a boss monkey in that herd.

Still, well, between monkeys and Goletaro, there's a battle power difference between ants and elephants.

Warcraft overflowing the streets.

And the fact that he walked more than half a day and still hasn't slipped away with one human being.

I went west on a path where the sun was leaning, with some anxiety.

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Under the night sky. I wasn't asleep yet.

I slept once, but I woke up.

"Sa, it's cold..."

I shuddered tenuously in the chilly weather that cut me.

The exhalation illuminated by the moonlight is white.

Does the temperature drop to this point at night? This is a completely landlocked climate.

What the hell was that inside that basin?

Isn't this as if it's just another world over there?

When it gets so bad, all I can think of is the description that Lübeu Zailain left behind.

He just feels like he was writing something specific, isolated from the outside world in the basin, not just on the terrain, but in the junction.

Is it that or is it that?

Is junctional magic that amazing? I thought it was like a shrine junction after all...

It's Goletaro's turn to burn it, so the fire hasn't always been stopped.

But this cold is not something that can be done with a burning fire and a thin blanket.

Speaking of which, about before the sun went down, the monkey raid was completely gone.

They knew this.

Are those monkeys spending soggy time in their nest holes by now? Damn......!

Growing up in a greenhouse called Modern Japan, I'm basically not used to the fierceness of nature.

Not good, this is it. So far, I had a verse where I had an action plan based mostly on the climate in the basin.

What the hell am I supposed to do...

Goletaro sat in front of me on the way.

I have both hands in my beard.

It's like, come on on on your lap, you're asking me out.

"Oh, you, will you wind up, Goletaro...?

Excuse me, thank you, Goletaro. Me, I feel sorry for myself and I cry.

The great old man said:

- Cold and hunger weakens the mind.

I sat on Goletaro's lap.

Soft. Looks like silicon.

I can no longer doubt it. This guy can autonomously adjust the hardness of the body surface.

That, and this, is about being careful not to hurt me, fragile and small.

Oh, I'm crying again...

"I mean, it's Gore. It's so warm, your body...?

For some reason, I feel the gentle warmth from Goletaro.

Seriously. What's going on with this?

No more. Incompetent, unschooled and ignorant, I have no idea how it works...

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Then, approximately half an hour later.

I was watching the night sky, wrapped in warm and soft Goletaro arms and blankets, scratching the dried meat broiled in the bonfire.

It looks like this dried meat uses spices, not salt.

Broiled lightly, it tastes very good. Probably a luxury item.

Overhead, there is a deep blue sky like the sea.

The two moons floating in the night are so beautiful.

After all, there are two moons in this world. Again, I think it's a different world.

No, wait. Maybe not two.

Even when it comes to the moon, in the end, it's just because there are satellites around this planet. There could still be about three or four. Wait a minute, okay? I mean, depending on the circumstances......

I shook my head small (wearing it).

... No, let's not show ourselves wisely anymore.

I was losing all confidence in my natural knowledge. Just to be clear, it's already in the wind.

Oh, you're right. That must be a magical moon.

If the immortal hits the pore wave, it might disappear.

Think of it, this is the second time you've seen the midnight sky in this world this way.

The only time I acted at night was actually on the first day of the summons.

There is no lighting in this world. No, you're not. Precisely, there was probably a lighting device in that safe house, like in the cave at the Great Rock Door, but I didn't know how to use it.

So when the sun went down, I decided to just go to sleep.

It was also really painful not to see any fire-related equipment. Perhaps Zaylane, a former landlord, could have used fire attribute magic.

By the way, my Goletaro is such a good fireman.

Yes. It is the moment when earthly attribute sorcery prevails over fire attribute sorcery.

We don't need fire-attribute magic in this world anymore. It is a relic of a complete past. To limit myself to this point, let's just say I had the historical significance of generating Goletaro.

Goletaro's power and dexterity make it natural, but it won't be long before it ignites.

It really helps. I seriously can't get my head up on Goletaro.

The patsy and the fire starts.

Goletaro, who could hold me, was slowly branching the fire.

Speaking of which, outside the basin, as you can see, it's a barren wilderness, but there are many dead trees. So I don't have any trouble with firewood this way.

Some places have also passed where dead trees with tree heights are forested and I wonder if that was the woods or the woods.

Was this area, until recently, the kind of climate in which trees normally grow?

Then why is this happening now?

As I was thinking, I was starting to get sleepy.

It's warm here, and now I'm hungry, and it feels good.

An indescribable sense of security in Goletaro's arms, what the hell is this?

... Ah. That one. It looks like a midwinter duvet.

Goletaro, were you my futon...!?

I was thinking about the sneaky sleeper in a growing sense of consciousness.

Thanks to Goletaro, it's so warm. I can sleep in peace.

I have to say thank you to him.

I am basically a culturalist and have an average virtue as a Japanese.

Average Japanese culturalists say this when conveying their utmost gratitude for the warm futon.

"Me, I'm already marrying Goletaro..."

Yes, I propose to your futon.

For a moment I felt like Goletaro had strength in my arms holding me.

But already by then, my consciousness had fallen into a deep meltdown.