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

"This should have been a first aid..."

Slightly soaked my sweaty forehead.

Eol's father is lying on the moss-covered ground.

His wounds are already roughly blocked.

A healing rule (Chiyugi) was used for the treatment of demonic props obtained from example baldness.

I never dreamed I'd be using this water-colored flashlight for the first time in this way.

How healing regulations work and how to use them is properly taught by baldness at the time of transfer. Therapeutic behavior with this guy progresses almost automatically (auto) if magic is applied. It is therefore not such a difficult task.

But my hands and clothes got dirty with a lot of blood.

From his seemingly plain wound was an unimaginable amount of blood flowing out of its appearance. I didn't know that a real interpersonal arrow was a bleeding weapon.

Even when it comes to healing with witchcraft, what is actually injuring is a living human being who breathes and heartbeat pulses and bleeds. If the arrow is pulled out and the bleeding is stopped, I will naturally return the blood.

Again, it doesn't seem like a smart story like the game's healing magic. In the first place, magic in this world is not an all-powerful miracle in itself.

The arrow wounds suffered by Eol's father totalled three places on his back and thighs.

For the removal of the arrows, we ask Gore to cooperate, which is capable of precision work.

I've noticed lately that she doesn't like to touch a man's body other than mine. Exceptions are only in the case of contact for killing purposes. So at first, I was quite reluctant to cooperate with this medical practice.

Still, when I asked him seriously, he eventually helped me.

He bled out when pulling out the arrows, but I think he still did quite well thanks to Gore. I would never do this. The arrow has a vicious return that cuts blood vessels into the flesh as it tries to pull them out.

"Still, what the hell is this strange green arrow...?

When I checked the arrows I pulled out, the two pierced on my shoulders and thighs were normal arrows, but the one removed from my back was a green, very rarely shaped object. The part of the arrow feather (yaspring) is divided into two strands, shaped like the tail of a swallow. The "shaft" part of the axis was also engraved with a strange pattern if you look closely.

From the looks of it, I get the impression that it's somehow close to a demonic prop.

Though, it's like I don't know who this guy is in my knowledge.

There is no sign that Eol's father's consciousness will return.

Breathing is shallow, pulse is weak.

Even contemplating the possibility that a strange arrow was affecting him in any way, his bleeding volume was considerable. By the time you get here, you're likely bleeding too much.

The healing protocol blocks the wound, but does not return to the lost blood.

The healing magic of the "water attributes” that this magic prop reproduces is that it mediates water particles and manipulates the body to treat them. Increased healing power and joining wounds have a wide range of applications, but the areas that have been missing are not undone. You can't instantly regenerate lost body tissue, like blood spilling out of your body.

Such work will require a completely different attribute of witchcraft.

Yes, a completely different attribute.

- "Life (Mei) Attribute" magic.

An attribute of life, called the "presiding over life and flesh" attribute.

It is an attribute with little or no user, super powerful healing ability. I don't know the details either, but they're fundamentally different from the healing magic of water attributes.

Only magic of this vital attribute can treat site defects out of all 12 attributes.

The important thing is that this attribute has a magic called hematopoiesis. With this, we can “replicate” the subject's blood.

The point is, you can have a magical blood transfusion.

Why am I grasping the specifics of this vital attribute, which is not an earthly attribute? This is because this "hematopoietic" technique is the first introductory magic used in the "understanding of attributes”. A human who self-diagnoses whether there is a fitness for life attributes is bound to try the chant of this technique.

In other words, "hematopoietic" is a technique equivalent to "pebble production" of earthly attributes.

At a stage where the earthly sorcerer produces useless stone, the water sorcerer produces a small amount of water droplets, and the fire sorcerer remembers the fire, what a transfusion-equivalent procedure can already be used by the life sorcerer. It can be said that even if you don't like it, you can understand how powerful and practical the attribute of life is.

And in the past, I have failed to attempt this "Hematopoietic" chant at the garden tip of the summoned basin.

I'm not fit for life attributes.

In my power, helping this man...

"... no, not yet. I'll never give up."

I desperately shook off my negative thoughts.

If you go back inside, there may be someone with a fitness for life attributes.

We're talking about horribly rare attributes, but the magician population in the Golem is not even halfway there. The possibilities remain. Besides, there's a clinic in there. There may be a cure.

Let's get Eol's father back inside in a hurry.

In the first place, this situation of him being shot in the back by someone is in itself an unexplained and unusual thing.

Honestly, I only have a bad feeling.

Anyway, I'm in a hurry to get back inside now.

Nevertheless, what about the method of return?

I don't have time. Walking is out of the question.

You want me to give Gore an example princess hug to move around?

I usually hate to be embarrassed, but people's lives are at stake. Patience, of course.

However, will Gore soon understand? Even when I pulled out the arrow, I was quite reluctant to touch Eol's father......

"Hey Gore. Please, hold me and this guy inside..."

When I looked up to convince Gore, I realized something.

Along with Gore, there was another person who had been looking into my life-saving treatment worryingly.

No, a person, or a golem.

- I've got Eol's father on board, it's you, dirty golem.

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"... I knew it. You, the Horseshoe Golem."

Seeing the back of the dirt golem, I decided on this guy's model.

There is a handshake on the back of the armor and a part on the waist that looks like an abrasion. Definitely, this guy is a horseshoe golem.

Horseshoe golem.

It is a combat light golem equipped with topsoil foes.

Because the toe of the leg resembles the horse's hoof Hitsumi, they gave it this name.

The greatest feature of this fuselage, whatever it is, is that it is possible to travel at high speeds with people on their backs.

According to the description of the drawings, the top speed when riding is the story of a military horse gently exceeding that. It means it's only suitable for long journeys, but if you just run from the woods to the inside, it should perform too well.

Let's get him on board.

Given the danger of encountering an unconfirmed enemy who fired Eol's father, it is also quite significant in the sense of safety to be able to keep Gore interceptable free.

I rushed to prune a thick knife plant tangled in a nearby tree. And instead of the rope, he fixed his body and Eol's father's body to the back of the horseshoe golem. An impromptu seat belt.

"That's it," he said.

This sturdy looking tsubo plant wrapped around the body is probably the same plant tsubo as the purple ivo fruit in the example, scolded by Gore in an attempt to pick it where it goes. I don't know what the hell will help.

This ivoibo fruit just sucks when I eat it, and I think it's probably okay to touch the twills and leaves. There's no sign of Gore stopping me from acting. Rather worried about falling horses, he had carefully re-tied the Tsuru.

"Ready. Hurry up and run me inside, uh..."

I realize I'm trying to call, but I don't know the name of this golem.

More than having him on his back and moving, he'll probably need instructions on the move separately from Gore. Without a nomenclature, inconvenience is likely to occur later. In particular, in the unlikely event of a battle on the move, it could create irrevocable coordination deficiencies.

I don't even have time. Let's give it a convenience name.

A horseshoe golem is so little of an eye-catching, outward-looking golem that a little characteristic of the leg has become a name.

It's never cool. Rather boneless and pretty cool. In other words, it is not a protagonist aircraft, but a mass production airframe. It's a plain design for a bastard.

Yeah, plain things are his proud personality.

When I thought about it, there was a flashing lightning bolt running into my divine naming sense.

"I made up my mind. Your nickname is Plain Taro."

Has been annoying.

No, you can't! “Taro” in this world was the name of a girl!

Didn't you make a big mistake with that when Gore named you? It was dangerous. In Plain Taro, I'm about to turn into a girl until this guy.

I slapped a dirty golem on the back.

"All right, let's hurry inside! Nice to meet you, Jimmy!"

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Jimmy, with us on board, runs through the woods.

Gore is walking side-by-side next door.

Fast.

At this rate, you'll be out of the woods in no time.

It shouldn't take as long to get out of the flat as it takes to get inside.

Golems don't wave their arms like humans when they run for real. It's close to a so-called ninja run, with arms flowing backwards in a forward leaning position.

The feeling of riding is close to how it is when you are riding a motorcycle or horse.

It's just pretty shaky, and the wind pressure's tight.

Perhaps even this Jimmy one, for amateurs and injured people, considerably reduces shaking and acceleration.

When I actually get on board, I can understand the meaning of the narrative of the drawings that it is not suitable for long journeys. This guy takes away the rider's health. I guess the rider makes more noise, not the golem.

Faced by the breeze blowing, Gore, who had always been side-by-side, suddenly moved in front of Jimmy.

It's a longitudinal formation.

As soon as Gore came forward, the flutter and wind became lighter.

Apparently, she's keeping us out of the wind.

"Sorry, Gore"

Speaking from behind, her ears swayed small.

I've heard stories about cyclists winding up their successors like this. What if it's the same reason as that one?

This would have made Eol's father a lot easier, too.

He is holding it in front of me in a way that I can hold him with it fixed to his seat belt. Looks like a horse for two.

As always, his consciousness has not returned.

"Bear with me, Eol's father. We'll be inside your family in a minute."

Just then I spoke, my vision suddenly brightened.

The green ceiling was gone and the blue sky spread all around.

Through the woods.

From amongst the broken trees you can see the vast fields beneath the slopes and the distances inside.

It's the usual familiar calm inside of the...

"What is this..."

I was stiff and breathtaking at the sight I jumped into my eyes.

From the inside, several muscles of black smoke are rising.

Inside the golem, it's on fire.

Why….

Words didn't come out, just stared at the black smoke.

I look back at this one over and over again, worried about Gore running forward.

I think I probably looked pretty awful at this time.

In my head, pieces of the puzzle come together one after the other.

Here I am, finally, understanding the true horror of things.

- The bugs we defeated in the woods were not the main enemy.

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As a matter of fact, I've always wondered while fighting 100 pairs of soft shells.

Sure, that mukade is a threat to the Golem, but in performance, it was clearly for remote assault. If you let that one go inside, even if I didn't leave, they would have sent you out to defeat the sorcerer directly. The stronger the mukade, the greater the demand for direct attacks on the operator himself. Moreover, in Golem's inner opponent, who excelled in his ability to defy enemies, the risk of an original artist being discovered is extremely high.

But in doing so, it seemed that the operator's own defenses were weak.

I thought this discomfort was a phenomenon caused by the fact that the enemy's ability to fight a single horn far exceeded the enemy's expectations, and the fact that the gore with the testimonials was too strong.

Surely that must have been right.

But wasn't that the only cause?

Didn't they see themselves as a problem in the first place?

Even if the location of the surgeon is identified, circumstances such as the Golem's arrival in the woods cannot occur. I thought you knew beforehand that there would be no room at all for the inside to send enough force into the woods.

- Inside the golem, you can't take down half the troops -

Things were the result of proving the correctness of my initial expectations in the worst possible way.

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"Golem users returning through the enclosure on a single ride. Wow!

Shortly after I started running down the slope, I suddenly heard a loud scream from the front.

At the same time, something launched up in the air from the side of the field.

An object like a smoke cylinder flies straight up as it tows the tail of the smoke. Apparently, it wasn't fired at us.

Is that, like, a signal bullet...?

When I glance near the bush that the flying body has been released, a dozen or so people are forming a group on the field road on the path to the inside.

I don't care what you think, I'm not a foster home. Armored and armed with swords and bows.

"More white, two rides!

He called for backup.

"That white golem... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

One of them, who confirmed us, erupted suddenly.

The whole population starts laughing out loud in chains.

"Hahaha! Shoot him, shoot him!

"Even then, it must be one golem. You'll get three gold coins!

With a lowly laugh, the group fired arrows after arrows.

It makes a terrible wind-cut noise and several arrows fly in at high speeds.

But Gore, running in the front, reacted instantly and slammed the arrow down with his knife.

From the orbit of the showered arrows, the aim is like me and Eol's father.

Most arrows flow backwards as they come off. Only a few broken arrows, supposedly hit, were bounced to the side.

Gore and Jimmy accelerated at once around the slope.

White and earthy golems lined up in a row sicken the main road of a long field.

Forward, I began to see the men connecting the two arrows with a snarling laugh.

Is that them?

Did they shoot Eol's father in the back?

Gore's back running forward is releasing an unusual killer.

A few of the earlier arrows were a direct hit course to me.

This guy will never forgive an explicit assault on me for murder.

Gore is mad.

Definitely retaliate.

If we keep moving forward like this, we'll be in contact with that population any minute.

If I don't instruct Jimmy to change course, they'll probably die more tragically in Gore's hands the moment both sides cross paths.

Killing humans is not the same as killing monkeys and mukades that come at you.

Even when it comes to criminals, you don't have to take your life for grumbling.

That's not my doctrine.

Sure, ever since I came to this world, I've accidentally gained some strong power. To an invincible golem partner, the power of a magic guide that can't be used by anyone but me. If you care about both of them, most people who don't agree with your intentions can kill them.

But I've never used this power like that before.

It's not that I didn't know the true value of power or its effective use as violence.

I was restraining myself.

Because this kind of power should not be used to impose unsolicited private sentences on people living in this world with demon kings and bravery. If I go into such thoughtful behavior, it must be the pot that Lübeu Zailaine thinks that summoned me to this world for unselfish reasons.

I want to unravel the mystery of summons one day and return to the original world with Gore and you if you can, while I live in peace in this world without destroying the world or killing people. So, even if people make fun of you, you can remain a pacifist, kindergarten-guided king or less.

The right choice I should make here is to look for other safe routes of entry into the interior, even if we are somewhat far away from letting Gore kill our opponents -...

An arrow flies from the front, making a dull noise.

As I face the flying arrow, the smoke muscle rising from the calm and gentle inside comes into my eyes, even if I don't like it.

Under that black smoke, I wonder what the hell is burning.

I didn't want to think ahead, so I dropped my gaze.

Eol's father breathes painfully in his arms.

What the hell did this mediocre father of family thoughts do? This guy's son is only seven years old. It's about the time I wanted to sweeten my father. What the hell happens to that kid if his father is killed in this way?

... Hey, it's me. Is there really a reason in this world why humans have to be shot with arrows unreasonably while being laughed at or burned down the house they live in?

No, hypothetically, does that make sense for me to follow something like that?

The everyday scenery inside.

The smiles of people and children.

I ran through my head with fierce momentum.

The sad crying face of a slightly less adorable fucking kid Eol, dripping watery, suddenly came to mind for some reason, and disappeared.

This moment.

Something in me that was holding up sounded like a puffy cut.

I can hear them laughing and throwing arrows at humans, screaming something.

The horrible wind-cut sound of the arrows flying past my sight had, for some reason, stopped bothering me at all.

But instead, only their whispering voice made me feel sexually deaf.

"... if you guys have just been selling fights against me, I was going to get it done with the right (...) response, as usual"

I slowly raised my face.

My partner, who exasperates intense killing in front of me, keeps beating down arrows that fly in one after another.

At this time, I was releasing similar killings myself, but I didn't realize that.

I breathed heavily.

And I screamed.

"GORE! All those who interrupt us are going to rip it off and break it down to the main entrance inside!!!"