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

A chariot flanked with a black spear crushes it flashly.

The steel giant swept over and sank into the cane fields, scattering shaken armor plates and wheels.

"Is that the third one now? These guys, don't follow me like flies..."

I accidentally took a bad turn watching the end of the tank.

He's been engaged with two tanks already since he resumed moving towards the inside. If you let Jimmy slow down and then shoot horizontally with the "Big Spear of the Earth," the battle itself arrives in an instant. The enemy is crushed from tank to tank by the mass of the black spear without even being given while attacking it properly.

However, when these guys come out, the surrounding fields are trampled and vandalized. The sight of crops being vandalized, albeit in part, just knowing that the people inside usually work in the fields is not something that feels good to watch honestly.

The surrounding landscape changed on the lid as she tongued lightly remembering what the ravaged fields looked like.

The crops around them got shorter and opened their sights all at once.

Apparently, it's gone through sugar cane cultivation land.

No, in the first place. I'm also not sure if that otherwise tall, otherworldly crop was really sugar cane to fulfill earlier...

Various vegetables and the like are planted on cultivated land from here on forward. but none of them are crops that are that tall.

In the foreground with better prospects, the view inside is already approaching.

You can see the stone fence that surrounds the interior.

From what I've been looking at, there's no sign that this whole area of walls is being destroyed in particular. I don't think I see any anomalies like this in the inside appearance either. The smoke is rising, it looks more like it's in the back.

The fact that we are seeing the outer perimeter of the inside now means that we are probably seeing the inside as well.

You can't use "Big Spear of the Earth" before here.

We need to fight carefully.

"... but it looks like there are no more tanks around here."

Gore suddenly moved to the left side when he tried to see what was going on around him again.

Between seconds, I took the corner of my vision from left to right, and something hissed across.

Arrows.

If you look at the flying left front of the arrow, you can see a small, human population far away.

Shortly afterwards, arrows flew in one after another drawing parabolas from overhead.

But instantly Gore reacted, knocking him off with a bright knife.

"You're shooting arrows from such a distance..."

There's a group. That's the south side of the building. It is a vast piece of land that has just finished pruning wheat and is currently planted with nothing.

They seem, in the long run, like the kind of people they encounter in the woods and on the road. However, the biggest difference is the number of people. There are so many that they are not comparable before. There are no hundreds or two hundred people going down lightly.

The landscape presented itself as if it were a small-scale match.

Is that the enemy's main unit?

They're in formation somewhat distant from the inside. It doesn't collide with our planned path.

Besides, although the arrows are currently being released in a progressive fashion, many of the arrows that descend fall into places of misunderstanding. Gore is turning me to the defense on the side, but with so many shots fired, the arrows she played, like a bottle or two at best. So far, you can see the threat as low.

As for the arrow hit rate, it doesn't mean they're bad with their arms.

Instead, he's shooting a lot against a golem that runs through such a remote place like a bullet at more than horseback riding speed. Wouldn't he be much better armed than some of those bowmen there?

Looking sideways at a large group of arrows, I was remembering a word in the woods that worm rat men were confused.

Hundreds of groceries on me, just more dead bodies.

But I think he said that right before Gore hit him.

The situation unfolding before us now is exactly close to that.

I heard it was confusing asshole bullshit (shit), but I mean, was that statement a forecast of this specific situation occurring?

It is true that there is not a single hand in changing course like this and challenging an army opponent to battle, as the rat man predicted...

In the present state of having Eol's father injured by a boulder, that choice should be avoided.

"... Gore, we're behind on that army."

I spoke to Gore to cool him down, who was starting to release his killer early. Please, don't get ahead of me, buddy.

Gore looked at me for a moment. That gaze of the uppermost is a little dissatisfied, like a dog who was given a walk.

"Let's go straight inside as planned. You'll see the main entrance soon."

That's what I was about to say, exactly, and I saw the main entrance inside ahead.

At the same time, a strange sight appeared in my eyes.

There's a massive swarm of black things around the main entrance.

…… What is that? "

I blinked unexpectedly many times.

The landscape in front of the gate inside, which I'm always used to seeing, is completely different. It feels like a stunning collection of black and large Acer stones near the gate. Covered up by them, I'm not sure what the gates and walls look like.

What the hell is that black object?

I gazed and looked closely.

I felt like every single outline of the black Acer stone that was hovering around the herd was somehow in the form of insects.

No way.

"No way, that's all... bugs (...), is it...?

Definitely. A giant insect monster, a bug.

I'm not sure what type of insect it is. It doesn't seem like an example muckade, but the size per head is probably bigger than a cow horse.

Such a bug is a frightening headcount, swarming the front of the inside.

... Hey, wait.

Acetu and the others should have stood guard around the main entrance of the bug swarm.

What happened to the boy?

Blood caught my temper at once, but at this time one big bug suddenly blew flashly and drew a parabola in the air.

The giant fell far ahead of us.

Away from the herd, the shape of the individual can be clearly confirmed. The identity of this worm, which looked like an Acer stone in the distance, was a beetle-shaped worm that seemed to be about 3 metres long. The figure is somewhat like a turtle.

The giant turtles that have been blown away seem to be already desperate.

Around his head and chest, he was crushed unbroken as if he had been beaten with a blunt instrument.

I glanced at the direction the worm's body flew in.

A large green golem with a long horn on his head stands with a dignified fist directly in front of the inner gate.

One corner! Did he do this?

The green corner golem is raging against the worm opponent.

My friend, who is usually warm and a little clumsy, a corner. I can't believe that crazy warrior who goes wild in front of me is the same person I know about him.

"What the hell... that's outrageous..."

One corner is a horribly rough fighting style. He beats up the swarm of black giant bugs in an unscrupulous manner with a rugged armor equipped with both hands.

Its fist swinging with the return blood of a bug all over its body is like a green beast.

Speaking of roughness alone, it could be better than Gore.

Heavy stone fists roll out one after the other into the head and chest of the turtle.

The outer shell was crushed, purple body fluids splashed, and another giant worm fell into the earth.

If you look closely, it's not just the one in the corner that's fighting.

I wasn't sure it was buried in a large swarm of worms, but it looks like many other golems are engaged near the gate.

But there are too many worms for how many minutes.

The golem is pushed in numbers by worms and the front looks retreating.

The black worms continue to move forward in a pale way, without even being frightened or angry, even when their compatriots are slapped to death.

From what they do, I can't feel anything like wills or emotions. The inorganic movement is much more mechanical than a golem made of dirt or the like.

In this sight, I was reminded of the "Introduction to Magic I" statement about worm use.

As already mentioned, the worm user is a type of "warcrafter”.

Warcraft use inherently keeps some types of warcraft that are easy to serve. Wind magic is used in the service, but these are only for instruction, conveyance of will, etc. The actual subordination relationship itself shall be established by teaching, etc.

In short, they can be described as being located on the extension line of the original world tutor.

But not if you're a worm user.

An organism called a bug is poorly intelligent by pushing it. Also, because many of them are predatory and impatient, they can't get used to them at all.

So how do worm users use worms?

In fact, they're manipulating these bugs into a sort of brainwashing state by magic.

For this method of service, as long as you can replenish worms, you can use disposable tactics with no emotion. It seems that this point is very different from both the average Warcraft user and the Golem user. It is mainly due to this particular form of service that insect users are said to be more troublesome and dangerous than Nobori when they are treated as heretics among warcraftsmen and actually deal with them.

From the situation in front of us, the enemy may be blocking the inside by blasting a large number of brainwashed turtles inside, while shooting arrows and chasing them around in tanks if anyone tries to get out of the inside.

In the meantime, does that mean that Eol's father was clustered by his chasers and seriously injured like this as a result of his unscrupulous attempt to tell me about the crisis inside...

Somehow, things are starting to look blurry.

Gore and Jimmy continue to drive at a constant speed while I visually check what's going on around them.

The distance from the main entrance is also approaching.

At this time, a familiar voice was heard from the nearby wall.

"Brother Nemaki, this way!

If you look, someone is waving from the top of the fence.

There was a luxurious boy with flour skin.

It's acetu.

I'm glad you're okay.

"Yeah! I'll see the gap and open the door, so slide right in as soon as it opens!

"We don't need to open the door! Gore, please."

Gore, who got my voice, lifted Jimmy for each of us riding.

And jumped all at once.

My vision shook so hard that I could see the blue sky for a moment.

A few meters gently jumps over the fence and Gore lands fluttering inside.

Even though he held the weight of a golem bigger than himself and two bigger men together, he didn't make any ringtones.

What the hell is going on with him?

"Brother Nemaki, what you still do is flashy..."

Acetu looks at me with a frightened smile. Its eyes, loose in delight, were bright red swollen for some reason, as if crying until now.

When I was concerned about the condition of such a boy and tried to speak up, a great deal of cheer came from around me.

"Oh, Mr. Nemaki is back!

"Seth's one, he really brought Mr. Nemaki back! Fuck you, you son of a bitch!

"Hey, what the fuck, Seth, are you hurt?!?"

Several foster families rush over here in unison, screaming.

I knifed off the lifeline of the violin wrapped around my body and handed them over Eol's father.

"He is being shot with a strange green arrow. I treated the wound once, but maybe there's not enough blood either. Is there anyone who can use the magic of life attributes?

These words of mine were spoken by the inmates nearby.

"A strange arrow of green...... If Seth's user gets hit, isn't this the swallow arrow he's talking about?

"Swallow arrow? Sure, that would convince me."

"But it's a very expensive demon weapon. How could a thief give something like that if we've never worshipped the real thing..."

Among the silent foster folks, a bearded man in his forties or so opened his mouth.

"Whatever, Mr. Nemaki. If that's the case, I think we can handle Seth's treatment."

I stumbled upon the words.

"Is it true"

"Yes, there are no life attributes in the boulder, but if it's haematopoietic acupuncture, the doctor at the clinic will take it."

"Hematopoietic acupuncture?

"Didn't you know? It's a magic prop of life."

"Ah..."

I was told, I got a voice.

"Right. Demonic props..."

Come to think of it, Hematopoiesis is the first introductory magic. It is not surprising that there are reproduction magic props for those who do not possess aptitude, such as the same class of droplet wand, "Rigido", or the firing wand, "Hakaji".

In other words, in this world, blood transfusions were possible with magic props.

"Hey, you guys. Just like I heard. Take Seth to the doctor."

"Whoa!"

Two young men, instructed by a bearded middle-aged man, transport Eol's father.

I exhaled heavily as I dropped that back off.

As for him, all we have to do is hope the doctor does something about it. My role is over. At first, I've seen the faces of safe acetu and the others, and I'm going to unwittingly relax.

"... no"

I immediately shook my head to the side.

It doesn't work that way. Things are not over yet.

------

Again, I looked around inside the main entrance.

There are about a dozen foster people along the barrier. There is no appearance of an old man or child. The only people on this scene are apparently some golem users inside.

Several people by the gate are working on repairing the injured golem.

There are two airframes left with damaged heads. This is probably the two golems that transported Eol's father earlier.

The other golem users seem to stick to the wall and want to see what's going on outside from the gap. Their gaze is fixed on the figure of their own partner Golem fighting just outside the fence.

The way they all stay focused is just too quiet and unusual to say they're rooting for their partner.

So I thought.

I wonder if they use standard, example mysterious telepathic abilities to give instructions to their partners for use of golems other than mine.

Indeed, with this fence-like and rare structure, we can see what's happening on the other side while ensuring safety from enemy arrows and attacks. If you give instructions from this insider, it should be very easy to fight for golem users.

I see. Was this unique barrier meant to be used in these ways?

Looks like Acetu made sure we were safe and went right back along the fence.

Usually that kid would just jump around me like a deer and not leave the side for a while. I mean, that's all we can't afford the situation.

Beyond the walls, I can see the giant turtles in the example blowing up flashly. Perhaps one corner is rampaging over there.

Though pushy, the golems inside seem to be fighting well.

From what I've seen, this compartment near the main entrance has not yet been breached by the enemy.

Whether the turtles are hitting your body, sometimes the walls are shaking with fierce noises. But still, critical gates and walls hold up. There is no such thing as being destroyed or overcome and allowing the enemy to enter the interior.

But then there's a new question.

I was standing up from the neighborhood, what is that black smoke...?

Anyway, I want information.

"What the hell is going on? Could you tell me more about the situation"

I asked an earlier, leader-like, bearded, middle-aged man again. Because he was in the midst of fixing the golem and seemed to have room for conversation among those around him.

... but as soon as I issued this question.

As all the inmates in the vicinity cut the weir, I tried to start explaining it in a desperate phase.

"After Mr. Nemaki got into the woods, a thief came over and pushed him! Besides, it looks like some of them have worms. Tons of bugs and arrows hit us, and we're like this!

"I don't know how the hell they did it, but I'll kill the clan soldiers and take the whole gear and tanks! That's how I turned into a patrol trooper and approached this place with a face that didn't eat anything!

"Those outer roads, they let the bugs go inside!

"Dear Nemaki, I saw it! I've never even seen a big muckade come out of the dirt and raze around the inside!

"Mr. Nemaki, Mr. Nemaki!

"Mr. Nemaki! Please, help me!

"- Huh!?"

Hold on. You can't tell if they talk to you that much at the same time!

Do you people mistake me for a holy prince or something?

"Uh. In other words, to sum up...... Does it fit that the inside is currently under simultaneous attack by insects from the outside and the inside?

"" Yes, sir. ""

"... ok. Thank you."

Isn't this the only front door where the offense is taking place? Indeed, there are about a dozen golem users on this occasion. This is too little from the whole inside. Even if only the guards assembled, there should be a few more.

At present, though, the main entrance has managed to hold up with this force.

The problem with the fire, for example, is more of an unidentified bug that was released inside.

There seems to be a fire, and there is no moment of respite. I think I heard some of those voices, like the muckade is still rampant or something.

...... hmm? Mukade?

"What!? 100 soft shells! I thought I killed all those fucking pests, but you still left them!!!"

"" "Hino!!?" "

When I saw my face, which accidentally made my voice absurd, all the golem users inside screamed in unison.

but I don't have time for it.

I jumped on Jimmy in a hurry.

"Jimmy, I'm sorry, but could you give me a little more help?

- Gore, hurry up and show me where Mukade is!

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Get on Jimmy's back and run through the inside with Gore.

The aim is where there is smoke in the residential area.

Gore is leading the way with no hesitation at all.

Jimmy's running for me, too, listening to what I'm saying.

I cut it with a knife earlier and removed it, so I don't have the lifeline wrapped around it anymore. But I'm getting used to riding the Golem, too. No problem, I can manage to run like this.

Second, I saw Jimmy's back running with me on it.

Speaking of which, even after Eol's father was transported to the doctor, Jimmy stood still on my side, right?

Could this guy have meant to hang out with me till the end?

"... I'm sorry, Jimmy"

A silent, running dirt golem answers nothing, of course.

Relatively soon after I started running down the alley between the houses and the stone walls, I began to see the collapsed houses flashing.

Also, I see a big groove like dragging something along the path. Perhaps that is not the crawling trail of Mukade.

All the houses in the Golem are sturdy, but in front of that monstrous muckade, there didn't seem to be any way to turn them into boulders.

As we move inside, the damage to the house is increasing.

In some of the houses that collapsed, there seems to be a fire as well. Smoke is rising from the vicinity. The identity of the black smoke seen from the outside inside would be exactly this.

By the time I left for the woods, all the non-combatants inside had evacuated to the assembly hall. Therefore, no one should have been caught in the collapse or fire of a house in this area.

He's not here, he should be.

So it's okay. The kids, the old ladies, they're all safe.

I'm sure you'll be fine......

I was sweating slightly on my back, for some reason, in the wind across the street that was supposed to be cool.

I know.

There is no certainty that they stayed in the assembly hall as such, and in the first place, the assembly hall itself is no guarantee of safety.

No matter how many times you deny the possibility, the worst image persists in your mind.

In his own eyes staring at the wreckage of the destroyed houses, he felt something, obscure and black, as if it were a buried fire (udder) removed from the ashes.

This feeling has been experienced several times before.

That's the moment you once butchered an ancient ground dragon.

And earlier, for the first time, the moment I unleashed earthly demon guidance towards humans.

This black sensation seeps into the superficial layer of consciousness in folds.

Usually I suppress it with reason, something (...).

Is this thing really, really a good thing that I let myself be...?

I shook my neck to the side so I could pay for the wax in my head.

Just then, I saw multiple figures in the alley ahead.

People in ethnic costume-style clothing. That's a foster home. He also has a mixed face like he has seen in the fields and on the side of the road.

Like those who had stopped bugs in front of the main entrance, they also seem to be relatively young people of their age. A young man inside who stays in a fire place like this, which seems to be on Mukade's path, with no way to escape. If so, perhaps they are also golem users inside.

"? But for that, Golem is nowhere to be seen..."

Nearby, I don't see a single golem.

Somehow, I was uncomfortable with the situation on this occasion.

"Stop, both of you. Thank you. Something's wrong."

Gore and Jimmy, who received voices, stop suddenly with their feet resting to brake. I stomped on the blubber and managed not to be shaken down.

From above the stationary Jimmy, look forward again.

There's still something wrong with the foster families.

They don't seem to realize I exist. More than that, I can't seem to afford to pay attention to this one. He looks at a single mansion with a uniformly tense face.

I looked into the mansion so I could stick with it.

Big bungalow building. It's big for nothing. I may not be able to buy a Japanese salaried man after working his whole life, but it's not so uncommon here in the Golem. It can be described as a common architecture.

but suddenly at this time, a huge crushing noise sounded.

The source of the sound is exactly the mansion in question.

"What happened...?

Shortly after he muttered so, the mansion suddenly began to collapse. Soil smoke strikes, making melimelli and column-like noises, and fine architecture crushes.

Looking at the sight blindly, from inside the collapsing mansion, something multiple broke through the wall and rolled out.

That's a golem.

It was all armed light golems that had taken off the mansion.

There are many types of golems known in the drawings.

A few familiar short spear golems in sharp, slim shape.

Besides, it's a crappy airframe with an axe-like weapon on the forearm of both hands... and it's called the Masakari Golem.

Others are golems with long heads like columns. I remember him like I saw in the drawings, too, but unfortunately I can't even remember his name.

But all those golems are full of creativity. The body of the veins is visible and scratchy, and some of the fuselages have lost a whole arm.

The blurry golems made sure to roll and rebuild their posture and began to lay their weapons against the mansion they had just popped out of.

And at this point, out of the collapsed building...

- A huge 20-metre mukade emerged, just like following the Golems.

Black monster muckade with a wet, suspiciously glowing outer shell.

Definitely, 100 pairs of soft shells.

Mukade brings a sickle, scattering the debris.

I looked up at a long, long torso of a raised black giant worm.

"Son of a bitch, did you go over there... You couldn't possibly have seen him by reason."