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

"It's kind of a big cow..."

Standing on the slope was one giant cow.

Speaking of which, cows exist in this world, too. The other day, I just found out that I had a secret chat with Gore.

Bovine, or English, cattle.

The animal has served humans in various respects as a valuable motive force for milk, meat and fertilizer, and for farming and towing.

They are creatures who have come a long way with people. According to one theory, it has been pastoralised since the stone age or something......

I can tell when I actually see it on a ranch or something, the cow has a twitchy eye and is surprisingly cute. Especially baby cows. They're super cute, huh? I'm nostalgic for that. It's enough to make me want to take you home by accident. Well, we don't have room to keep it...

I didn't hate such a lazy, big eyed animal.

Nevertheless, cattle in this world do not have a very relaxed impression. Instead of his eyes twitching, he's running bloody and giggling. He also has a rough nose and seems to feel quite strong.

Most importantly, the body is unusual and huge. Very prestigious.

Shoulder height alone could be more than 4 meters.

The deer in this world, previously seen in the Sadie clan, remember as if they were around two meters tall shoulders. Much bigger than that.

The numbers alone may be hard to imagine the exact size, but when it comes to shoulder height of 4 meters, this is huger than a coarse elephant or something. Think of it as the original world standard terrestrial mammal and you'll see that it's a non-standard size. Would it be easy to imagine how big it would be if I desperately raised my hands and might not reach the belly of this cow with slightly shorter legs?

And this guy has big graphics, but the sharp corners are super huge. It's been a long time. If it's about light golem armor, I might be able to skewer it at my leisure.

The four legs are also as thick as they tied together the whole thickness, and the neck and shoulders are covered in muscles like spills and tremendously exuberant armor.

As I mentioned earlier, you have a very rough nose. I can hear the noise so far. He was sloppy and coveted from his mouth, and when he did, his long tongue was sticking out of his mouth.

... Some people may find it gross and disgusting.

But I don't judge animals by such boring human values.

Because the only thing there is a noble figure of life, full of strength.

"Hey Gore, check it out. It's a cow!

I smiled and spoke to Gore next door.

Gore throws a little gaze at the cow, but he puts it right back again.

You're just looking at my face laughing.

Speaking of which, you were like this when you were a monkey or a deer......

I love animals, so I want Gore to like them too.

Nevertheless, the more you look at it, the more splendid it is.

He's a really good creature, and he looks strong to see. In the original world, such a huge animal would not see you first.

I trembled with deep emotion.

"Ha... I don't know... I'm in love."

I groaned inadvertently, exhaling a hot sigh like a maiden in love.

Oh? I notice, at some point, a gore stands directly next to the cow.

Why are you there, Gore?

Until just now, I really think you were next to me...?

I'm surprised at the next moment.

Gore turned the cow's torso and let go of the slaughtered palm bottom poke.

A high-speed, protruding palm (palm) blow struck directly on the side of the cow.

Neither thick muscles like armor, nor hard looking skin, made sense, unfortunately, before Gore's super aggressiveness.

The impact, punched in from the bull's left flank, pierced his torso, breaking through to the opposite right flank, punching a large amount of blood and organs all around him.

The giant bull fell into the earth, scattering a shower of blood and a scream of the Terminator.

Gentle green nature is dyed bright red with gushing blood.

"Ugh, wow!!! Beef is good!!?"

Gore! You, what a terrible thing to do!

In tears, I tried to raise my voice in protest against Gore.

But the voice was extinguished by the screams of the bull's terminator.

It's a terrible scream.

Yes, it is. This time, Gore is not letting the cow die instantly.

Gore, as you know, often tries to crush his head more or less when he kills his enemies as he usually does his instincts. Besides, the case itself is very rare where the enemy is breathing after the first blow, unless I let him.

But sometimes, in fact, I kill them as if I were playing without letting them die instantly like this.

That's when you want to try new moves… when you're under a lot of stress.

For example, by the time he first remembered his knife, Gore had cut off the limbs and hands of monkeys around him many times and practiced his tricks for the rest of his life.

Also, I used to accompany Dr. Speria and she refused to sleep because Gore hugged her. The morning after that was also spectacular. The first monkeys to come under attack that day are in the eyes of a disastrous slaughter in various terrible ways, only for the stress of Gore.

To the sight, me and Dr. Speria donned together.

The palm bottom thrust Gore used this time is a move he has seen several times. I don't think I'm practicing new moves.

... I mean, the cause of this one is probably stress.

Is it still caused by me being slapped by Baba?

But I find it odd that I did.

I have not been flashly pounded by Baba on my first or second day inside. Even this morning, he was slightly poked once. Compared to when I got pounded like a wooden fish and I was shaking and weakened when Gore hit me like a worried little chihuahua, I think the stress has been reduced a lot.

Nevertheless, would anything else be happening in its current progression that would make Gore so strong and stressed that he could no longer contain his destructive impulse?

In this golem, where you feel like a country slow life in nature, where you are in peace with acetu and grandma, without any other big trouble?

Hmm.

There are no verses that come to mind, such as the cause of Gore's intense stress….

It's really puzzling.

"GOOOOOOOOO"

One big cow scream interrupted my thinking.

That's a really great scream. The life of this cow with his stomach busted out, shouldn't be that long. Nonetheless, I feel the screams are getting stronger and stronger, rather than weaker.

The air trembles and a sad voice roars across the mountain skin.

…… Something's wrong with this guy's voice... "

If you listen calmly, this cow's screaming, the volume itself, is not that loud.

Yet if you do it, you say the shouts are echoing... It's not just a big voice. Rather than a simple vibration of air, it's as if the scream itself becomes the wind and diffuses as it twists far away.

Distant trees are shaking violently, as if in resonance with a scream.

Obviously not a normal phenomenon of interrogation.

Speaking of wind sorcery, I remember reading in Introduction to Sorcery I that there is a technique like this that delivers a voice at a distance -

Gore stepped on the cow's head like he was in a panic when he noticed that I was blocking his ear and standing on his face.

Brain pulp splashes around from Gore's super-powered, crushed cow's giant skull.

The giant bull was desperate.

The Terminator is interrupted and silence comes again around the area.

At this point, I felt signs of something, and I looked in the direction of the summit.

On the slope, there's something.

Tons of cows.

1 head, 2 heads... Uh, six in all, don't be there.

The Bull Regiment, from the direction of the summit, walks loosely towards this way.

The walk itself is slow. But fierce anger is erupting from all over his body.

Meanwhile, Gore also walks loosely towards the Bull Corps.

I see. This positioning, where the cow only comes from one direction on the top of the mountain, is not surrounded by many to one. You mean you can move as far away from me as you like, even if you're worried about me.

No, wait. Not if you're impressed with that.

Gore and the Bull Corps. Tensions between the two confronting each other swelled up, and now they were trying to reach exactly the critical point.

Moment - Gore headed toward a herd of cows, and began to storm like a bullet.

As I echo, the herd of cows also wields horns and begins to storm through an avalanche.

A tsunami of white shadows and giant cows, which is just what I'm trying to clash with right now.

At the moment of contact with the leading cow, Gore shook up one leg and rose like a flying bird.

A movement as supple as a ballerina makes white, beautiful thighs dew.

Yes. This move is the one you're good at.

In the brain of the giant bull, the heel drop of the reaper, beautiful as an angel, swung down.

The cow's skull, which devoured the direct blow of the heel drop, fell vertically, and instantly the extruded blood and brains erupted directly beneath it like a waterfall.

A cow as huge as a mountain that had lost its head was killed by the earth, making a noise.

Later, it was a unilateral killing.

Whenever Gore rises magnificently, the cow's brains splash.

She made four of the five remaining cows travel exactly into the afterlife, all with one drop in their heels.

Every time I decide to drop my heel, I look back at this one.

Yeah, I know. You want me to praise you, don't you?

But, you know, there's still one more head left.

But Gore, on the last head, did not decide to drop his heel.

Dive under the cow's torso and cut two front legs at once with a hand knife rolled out of both arms simultaneously. He instantly slipped out the rear of the unbalanced cow as it was and destroyed two of the cow's rear legs from the base with a roundabout kick that flowed from behind.

A giant bull who lost all four legs in an instant falls to the ground with a roar.

"Gumo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o"

In the mountains, a tremendous scream sounded.

A sad cry as if to ask someone for help shook the heap of Siddles.

"Oh, hey idiot! Gore, let's get this over with! Or maybe again..."

I desperately tried to call attention.

But the voice was cancelled by the scream of the cow.

On the slope, an army of cows appeared.

1 head, 2 head, 3 head... Uh, now, you've got seven heads.

"This is endless..."

I held my head as I roared.

Gore, who returned both hands and feet and dyed the blood, began to rush towards the cow without even wiping them.

The eyes were gleaming red, as if drunk with blood.

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Even then, Gore halved the cow and made him scream repeatedly.

As if, like a sprinkler bait.

And he kept slaughtering the cattle gathering with his heels dropped.

Aside from the cattle to be half-killed for sprinklers, Gore stubbornly used only a heel drop.

Every cow, every cow. I killed him instantly with equal heel drops.

Heel drop.

Heel drop.

Half-kill.

And also, heel drop......

This rotation was extended and repeated.

The carcass of a crushed cow filled the slopes of the mire, gradually losing sight of rock skin.

At this time, Gore and I met for a moment expecting something.

Here I come with a pin.

No, I might have noticed too late.

I don't think so.

I immediately raised my voice against Gore.

"Gore! You just did! Here we go! Drop your heel, you're so beautiful!

I screamed really desperately.

My sad cry for peace echoes through the mountains of Siddle.

Gore's long ears moved tingly.

She looked back as she waited a long time for her moist eyes to glow.

- Thus the mass murder drama in the Siddle Mountains finally ended.

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"Mm, wow...... The cows in this mountain range are extinct..."

I shrugged blindly.

A tremendous number of giant cow carcasses filling the mountain skin.

With organs and blood overflowing from the carcasses, the slopes were stained bright red.

Stopping by the boulder, it smells like blood and guts. But I am totally intolerant of the sight of this hand with her daily repeated acts of genocide during my monkey tour with Gore.

Just as Gore's behavior with me gave me white bone cadaver tolerance, so did my behavior with Gore gave me blood and organ tolerance.

It is an unpleasant resistance......

I stood in front of a giant cow carcass.

If you look at it this close, it's really big. It is not the size of a coarse organism.

"Perhaps these guys were the warcraft Grandma Tete was talking about..."

Looking at the cow's corpse, Gore slipped over happily.

You're under a lot of tension because you played cheerfully outside the house. When I see things like this, I realize that the Golem is still a complete dog.

I was thinking about these cows while I was doing some sneaky gore.

Perhaps the chain reaction of the cows earlier was caused by the screaming of the cows at death.

Or look at it situationally, I can't think of anything else. The cows of the Siddle Mountains call upon their fellow cows by the screaming of the Terminator.

And that disconnected demon scream was clearly not normal audio.

The identity is probably wind attribute magic - no, wind attribute “magic guide”. Assuming the scream is a guide, these cows, by definition, undoubtedly fall under the category of Warcraft.

I was analyzing the battle and figured out that these dead cows are “bad warcraft," as Grandma said.

This cow is not just a Zaco cow. The reality of these guys is considerably more dangerous than the part you see on the surface of this one-sided genocide play.

In Gore's case, he's killed a light cow with a preemptive blow. But perhaps a regular mage or golem, I don't think a giant bull covered that whole body with thick muscle and skin armor is powerful enough to kill with a single blow. Like Gore had breath even when he totally punched his belly out, the cow is also quite viable in itself.

At least, even the Cathedral Golem, the most aggressive of the light golems we fought, saw no possibility of letting them die instantly with one or two shots. If you refer to the descriptions in the drawings, the Cathedral Golem boasts a fairly high standard of aggressiveness among all light golems. This means that in the case of light golems, it almost certainly damages the cattle.

And at a time when you couldn't finish off the first head with a single blow, most of the time your destiny will be definitive.

A bull who couldn't be killed by a single blow, because he calls for a novice.

Perhaps five to eight people are called in for a single scream. This head count seemed almost fixed. Maybe you should consider the sound to have some orientation, because if you do, you're not screaming, you're a freely vector-engineered demon.

Gore left exactly one head of bait on top of being able to kill him with a single blow, so there was a temporal mass slaughter in a constant rhythm. But if ordinary people were fighting, there would be two, three, and more and more screams.

- And an increasing number of cows in the rat formula. Cows. And cows.

If you fight this, no matter how tough the one is, any one of them dies.

Even a heavy golem that seems harder and more powerful than a light golem would be the same thing. At the point of missing a head, it should be packed. Build-up of cattle and damage pushing them in massive quantities, all of which fall. Only for the big, slow legs, I may not have enough.

It's a fast spec, super-attack gore, which is why he just hunted me like a zako. If it's not Gore, he's dead.

I see. “Bad Warcraft," Grandma Tete said, is definitely these guys.

I'm convinced. And, at the same time, one suspicion was on my mind.

... It's Gore.

You didn't do this on purpose, did you?

Before you left, Grandma Tete gave you a detailed lecture on the ecology of the Warcraft, right?

You didn't abuse that knowledge, did you?

You didn't bother to call a cow for that, did you?

I don't think Grandma Tete taught you ecology to bring in cows, absolutely. Rather granny, I should have taught you to avoid this.

"Gore, would you look me in the eye?

I pinched Gore's cheeks with both hands and pointed this way.

Her eyes are filled with a glow that she expects something to happen.

"I'm talking about these dead cows all over... You didn't call me that on purpose, did you?

His shining eyes suddenly began to roam and agitate.

Rarely try to divert your face from mine.

... this guy, still?

"Huh. It's you..."

I pulled my face back this way, pinching it all over Gore's cheeks.

This guy doesn't resist my movements at all. Naturally, my face turned to this one lightly.

"This kind of thing is usually absolutely dangerous.... next time you do it, you'll get really angry."

Gore's ears soaked.

For now, I've decided to forgive you.

Yes, I was sweet to Gore for what I said.

But this situation right now, I feel very bad.

Fighting this bull is a dangerous act, of course. Grandma Tete can't possibly forgive me. The old lady is a ghost baba who just wants to hit her head with a cane when her wannabe child enters the mountain looking for herbs. If that Baba finds out about this dangerous misconduct... My head, I'm sure, will be pounded like a drum hard. I could die this time.

But too many cows are dying to do cover-ups.

Let's assume that some kind of God miracle happened and all the cow carcasses were extinguished. Still, just this massive amount of blood dyeing the slopes as far as I can see and traces of intense fighting, such as trampled rough rock beds, make sure the offense is 100% discovered the next time Grandma comes to pick herbs. This is no longer about that dimension.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Think, think. Something good to do...

It was me with my head, but at this time, the worst happened.

"Nemaki, you! What the hell!

On the mountain of Siddle, Baba's screams echoed.

Ba, baa, baa!? Why are you here now!

Looking back at those who spoke in haste, Grandma Tete stood carrying her partner Golem, Debus.

Next to it stands a single corner holding the acetu in her princess's arms.

"Bye, Granny! Why are you here?"

"Debus noticed the strange movement of the Warcraft. It was in the direction of the mountain you guys headed for, so I flew in a hurry... What the hell! You stupid son of a bitch!

"Ugh!? How broad a range of enemies, the Debus one!

Seriously......

I don't think Gore's gonna be able to pick up this far with all the radar open, okay?

After all, isn't the big evil enemy print Dada when you do it?

Or what an extra thing you did, it's Debus!

No, I'm not guilty of you...

Oh, shit. What an excuse, I haven't thought about anything yet.

"Kyu, suddenly the cow comes out... Oh, I didn't mean to be abusive..."

It was me who started explaining things all the time, but I realized it.

If you tell the truth about it, Baba will beat you to death for misusing your knowledge.

I think this Baba wand is going to pierce Gore's defense!

…………

I was ready and breathed heavily.

"Well, that's it.... the day happens to be today when you want to be sexually abusive and deceiving me only once every 100 years. I'm sorry, but these cows have been sacrificed for my stress."

Yes, as Gore's replacement, I chose to be the drum of Baba's band and be hit with rhythm in a row.

But in the end, my brain weather never played 8 beats.

Grandma Tete didn't see me or anything, and she was staring at the dead cow on the slope with a serious face.

"No way, the number of heads of the great goats (snacks) had increased so far..."

Acetu also has some serious look.

"Doctor, the last time you made a compromise, it was definitely six years ago, wasn't it? Is that so much more...?

"No, that's not normally possible. Was the phenomenon of activation of the Warcraft so serious... Oh, well, if I'd left it, the villages elsewhere would have sucked anyway."

I'm not sure about the details, but thank you. From this look of the two of you, were there too many cows?

Indeed, too many specific wildlife can upset the balance of ecosystems.

Close to you, there's something about a deer.

Japan has a large carnivore of mountain forests extinct, so if left alone, it will eat up too many forest plants. So, we have to make a mistake. It's not like the deer are guilty...

Either way, you won't have to worry about too many deer in this world. I've only seen one deer in this world, and Gore killed him, too.

Instead, if you do poorly, there is even the possibility that you have extinct the deer.

Asetu smiled and ran over as I realized I had a terrible possibility.

"Brother Nemaki! I knew your brother was a great golem user. I've never seen anything so amazing...!

"To?"

"Brother wow......!

The cheeks of the breathless acetu are reddish with a hint of heat.

Aren't those beautiful emerald eyes that shine like a girl in love?

...... yummy.

This boy seems to misconstrue me as a fine senior golem user who thinks of the balance of nature and misinterprets cows of his own volition. And I have earnestly respected (respect for) me as a junior.

It's a common phenomenon for boys of this age.

But I'm sorry, Acetu. That is not the case.

Blah, blah, blah. I'm just a gore hippo, and I only referee the game this time.

That said, it's honestly painful to break a boy's dream that makes his eyes so shiny.

For once, I decided to keep my vanity as a senior.

"Huh, well, you can afford it if it hits us. What, until I made a little mistake in my spare time. Even if 10,000 cows come out at the same time, we could lose... nahhhhhhhh!?"

Baba's wand burst into my brain that gave me an extra smile.

"I'm not on track! Such an unscrupulous battle, if you take a wrong step, you're dead!

"Hey, seriously, it's gonna hurt!

Don't be ridiculous, fucking Baba! You're being carried by a big Debus right now, so the wand that's swung down from that high position is doubling in power!

Give it a try!!!

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Afterwards, support was also called from inside to handle and dismantle the cattle carcasses.

This cow, apparently, is edible.

Everyone inside, they are very busy cutting out meat and available areas, or burning the remaining areas and burying them in the dirt.

Looking at the work, besides the meat, he seems to be peeling some fur off his back.

They don't dismantle and use everything because there are too many cows, though.

However, every cow was bound to be cut open only in the chest area.

I'm not helping with these tasks directly.

He is currently standing with Gore on a high platform so far away from the work site.

Grandma Tete ordered me to be on perimeter alert.

Whenever a cow appears, it is a task to ensure the safety of the inmates through three bodies: Gore, Debas, and a single horn.

Nevertheless, in the end, not a single cow has emerged since then.

To tell the truth, Gore's unplanned killing of a large number of cattle was clearly causing a bad cattle gathering at the end of the slaughter party.

At the end of the day, no matter how many cows screamed, only about one or two of them were getting together.

The number of individuals in a cow, it's definitely decreasing...

"It's not good. What if the cows in the Siddle Mountains were an endangered species because of our gore..."

I groaned pompously as I looked down at the pile of cow carcasses being dismantled by the golem.

The golems inside also participate in this work.

All sorts of golems were back and still in a pussy festival state.

The varieties range from farming golems to combat golems, as we have seen in some drawings. He is a slightly more luxurious member than the rash he usually sees in the field. But I think they're all probably light golems. Again, I guess heavy golems are rarely used in the private sector.

I actually saw it and recognised it again, but the Golem's ability to work is still very high.

A few giant scarecrow-like tools for the golem will be used to quickly end the massive dismantling. Digging holes to fill the wreckage is also tremendous fast.

Two farm golems carrying loads are passing under our eyes.

In pairs in this way, they carry large quantities of supplies at a time, using tools like large stretchers.

Quite a hauling capacity. Agricultural golems, naturally, aren't the only things you can do apart from farming.

They're human shaped, and they're much the same size as people. Even power can't compare to people. Rather, there is so much that can be done.

On the stretchers they carried, meat in strange elongated shapes, was placed side by side with the temples.

"Where's the meat, that...?

"That's meat on the tip of your tongue. That part sells the most."

"Oh, no, that was a long-tongued cow. Is that a long way ahead of Bello...... and whoa!? There you are, Granny"

At some point, Grandma Tete stood next door.

Don't surprise me, it's bad for the heart.

"This time mostly because Goletalu is blowing the roots of every tongue in the brain. Thanks to you, it will save you a lot of time cutting out the tip of your tongue"

"That's fine. Even so, do these meats taste good?

"The flavor is so-so, but there aren't many parts of it that can be eaten themselves. Still, that's all I've got. It's gonna be a hell of a lot."

"Heh. If you say so-so, you can expect me to."

I'm sure dinner will be determined by the beef BBQ.

Nonetheless, everyone inside doing the work looks very busy.

Wouldn't all the work be done by sundown? Some work may continue tomorrow.

"... Hey, Granny. Why don't I help you carry the load, too?

Perimeter alert, but it's Gore who's keeping an eye on the area with topsoil opponents. Naturally, I didn't do anything.

Of course, where I joined, I don't think I can do much...

But it's kind of painful to just stand.

Besides, you guys are looking at me so much. Isn't this a silent message to work properly?

"No, you can't, you're standing here with a lot of people. If you were wandering around, you wouldn't fit in."

"What are you wearing..."

"The hero of the Great Goat Killer will stand in front of everyone."

"Huh? Well, what's a goat? Whatever that is, cow...... ah!?"

Suddenly I got my ass slapped with a cane.

"Anyway, you look ridiculous and it's your job to stand next to Goletalu."

"What the hell. Forgive me for such a boring role... ruuuuuuu!?"

Most of them got their asses slapped hard.

Granny stayed put and started hitting my ass rhythmically with a wand.

Ah, there you go. Hey, hey, don't.

Goddamn it. Oh! You're hitting my hip in a row at an exquisite angle you can't see from the people down there!

Ko, you Baba ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!

Looking beside him, Gore grates as usual.

Plus this time, even Debus with a vicious face was dropping his shoulder sorry to see me get slapped.

These gentle golems. You guys have nothing to blame...