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

I walked in the middle of the battlefield with a ton of arrows.

Except for the fact that you are swinging a black battle axe and slamming down arrows with fierce momentum, what you are doing is as if you are taking Gore for an elegant walk.

By the side, I think it just seems like an extra act of overwhelming strong characters who are completely rid of their enemies as miscellaneous fish.

But no. Definitely not.

I'm serious.

In fact, this is how we have to walk slowly.

It's a seemingly outrageous master-like move, but the movement of this "Battle Axe of the Earth" is just manipulated by magic. The hands are almost as if they were just accompanied.

In short, my health itself is only at the level of the average person.

Run to the temple grove and you will have shortness of breath in front of the enemy at heart......

The black beetle herd is approaching right there.

Right here, we passed by the Giambillas, who are positionally at the forefront of our allies. They are in close proximity to worms and riots.

Jambila noticed me and looked back.

"Whoa, Nemaki, you're here! That was fast...... WOW!? What is that axe, awesome. Is that a demon weapon?

The big red-haired guy who saw my axe, he's got his eyes round.

"Huh?... Oh, yeah. Yeah, well, by the way, I'm an axe master."

We talked about it appropriately.

"Heh. Were you a golem user playing the White Soldier War, too? It's unusual. I've never seen anything but one of my clans."

An arrow hit me in the head of Jambila, who was speaking to me with a relaxed look.

... but he kept talking as if nothing had happened.

"But Nemaki feels like he saw it, and the use of blood attributes isn't even the wind, is it?

This man, by the way, has no boundaries or anything strained around him. Of course, he's eating a direct blow of an arrow to the side of his head.

But it's a total no damage.

The surface of Jambila's skin without one scratch can be seen wrapping around something like a red and black aura if you look closely.

I've seen this unique aura of red and black before. It's the same moves their boss used when he troubled his debt chimp in the city of Tibala.

- “Magic Warrior" with blood attributes.

This man named Jambila, he was a magic warrior, manipulating blood attribute magic that expresses physical enhancement.

That chimp boss was pretty defensive, too. Or perhaps the flesh of Jambila is now also as strong as steel.

Besides, when it comes to this jambilla, it's probably not a side-by-side user.

There are some giant turtle carcasses rolling around here too, but they are all individuals that Jambila beat to death. Alongside his partner's heavy golem, the Orange Elephant, he challenges his enemies in close proximity.

He gently slaughtered the smaller turtles that were still approaching, spinning hammers of orange elephants and gray designs.

"Jambila, you were a magic warrior."

"Oh, he's not the same, Nemaki."

I smiled and waved my little finger as Jambila chirped her tongue.

"... I'm a" sorcery warrior who can use the golem. "Bye. Only,“ Use golems that can use blood attributes ”. Nice to meet you."

"? Is that any different?

"Whoa, that's a big difference."

That said, he stretched out his winning chest.

"As a proud golem user, this is the only place I can ever give up."

"Hmm? Is that what it is...?

"Whoa! That's what it is."

Even during this slightly missing conversation between the two bastards, Jambila has been subjected to enemy arrows all over her body, and I keep playing and flying arrows with one hand axe. Gore is watching me as I grate worried.

It is a surreal sight.

But, well, if the attack is focused on us, the rest of us will be easier for that. They let go of more and more arrows, never mind.

Nevertheless, you can't stay here.

I have to go to the temple forest before this battle is over.

"... Jambila, I'll be right there."

"What? Go, where?

Dropped off by a pompous facial muscle, I walked forward again.

"Oh, hey Nemaki. You, where are you going fluffy...?

"- Wait, Brother Nemaki!

At this time, I heard a high voice from the rear.

It's acetu.

Acetu, who was fighting the bugs at the back of the diagonal, noticed my move forward as quickly as possible.

"Brother, that's the center of the worm! It's dangerous, stay back!

I can't believe you noticed me even though you're in battle yourself. Acetu is a really sweet kid.

In fact, this cute little brother is right, the distance between me and the herd of turtles is already close to the end of my eyes and nose. Every time they moved, the whimpering sound of a guillotine crust had been ringing in their ears for some time earlier.

"Acetu, I'm sorry, but I'm just going to the temple grove! Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Before I ran out of words, me and Gore were swallowed up by a bunch of black bugs that pushed me more and more.

Surprisingly surrounded by a whole 360-degree perimeter on a completely black wall of turtlefish.

The black walls are approaching like waves one after another trying to crush me.

There seems to be a thick tactile sensation, like a woman's arm. Invisible emotions, giant double eyed like basketball. Reach out and you'll get close to the distance you're likely to reach.

But they never touch my body.

Because the turtles who tried to come into contact with me are instantly desperate as they scatter their fluids with Gore's punch. The big head of a turtle hit directly by an angry fist, one purple mince after the other, blows away.

Only in my walking space is there a blank area of worms.

Still as expected.

If there's only a situation where the enemy is downgraded, there's a whole lot of room for Gore, even if I go into the enemy on a set.

In the first place, when the monkeys surrounded us in the land of dirt, Gore completely outmaneuvered the onslaught from all directions of monkeys so handsome and frantic as turtles.

This turtle, with its half-high defense and subtle maneuverability, is also half the size. Apparently, selling is like the height of life, but Gore's destroying God's temporal fist, which is beaten precisely by the steep point, results in an equal death in one blow to a noble life. For her, this bug is dumb and hugely close to just easy to hit, all of the specs are practically pointless.

Shortly before entering the worm, the storm of arrows has stopped perfectly.

As I predicted in this regard. While inside the bug herd, the arrows don't fly. We're buried in a bug because we can't identify ourselves from the enemy archers.

Therefore, Gore should only concentrate on defeating the worms he is good at.

Here's why I dared to choose a seemingly insane route of travel: straight through the middle of a swarm of worms. It's less of a burden on Gore to go straight through the middle than to get a move that bypasses both wings poorly and responds to enemies.

Me and Gore kept moving forward in the direction of the woods while manufacturing a massive mince of purple bugs.

It's like a merciless lawnmower, mowing giant worms.

Gore's moves are too awesome, and to be honest, I have absolutely nothing to do.

Hanging an axe on your right hand and walking loose just looks like a whole, holiday walk with your dog. Of course, for me personally, it's serious in itself...

Then in time, perhaps not a minute has passed.

We opened a literal bloodline in purple, and the two of us gently slipped across from the herd of turtles.

In this short march of death, an absurd number of turtles are turning into meat chunks.

"Brother Nemaki! Brother Nemaki! Stop. No! Come back here! It's dangerous. Ooh!!!"

The sad scream of Acetu is heard faintly, far from the rear.

To that kid, I feel really sorry for the worry. If I could come back safe and sound, I thought I'd lump my favorite dough or stick cake.

Through the herd of worms, attacks by archer groups were launched again.

Numerous objects flying in drawing parabolas. But not arrows.

Stone.

The enemy sees that the arrows don't work on me, and they've switched the attack to stone-throwing. They're shooting stones with that centrifugal force as they wield something like a leather string tied together in one hand. That's probably a weapon called the stone throwing string Sling.

A stone thrower. I have certainly read in the Book of Things that there were such people on the battlefield of old times. When it comes to throwing stones, it's a primitive and weak image, but they don't actually do that. The Old Testament is famous, and David used it to defeat Goliath, the most powerful warrior in Philistine, or to portray him as a powerful weapon.

Nevertheless, I had no idea that the day would come when I would become the target of a stone-throwing attack, just like Goliath...... When I was streaming and reading Samuel's notes, I didn't even dream of it.

The large number of stones thrown with stone throwing strings, both in range and in power, are apparently not digits from objects thrown by hand.

Stones like shells arrive with the precision they deserve.

...... but of course I played all the bullets light.

The stones bounced by the battle axe are a little rough because they crumble and splash like sand.

The difference with arrows is to that extent.

Compared to high-powered stone bullets used by monkeys in the first place, this stone thrower is completely inferior compatible as an attack. There's no way I'm scared of this kind of manpower stone attack when I've fought monkeys and demon-guided stone battles every day in the land of temptation.

It should be noted that in flying stones, lead balls are sometimes mixed.

Naturally, lead balls are heavy and more powerful and precise than regular stone throwing. Outreach This lead ball may be a fateful attack on the enemy.

Even so, he plays it completely in the same row as the stone...

Rather, the lead balls do not become powdered and scattered in chalk like stone for crushing and flashly deforming. This one might be better.

"... Still, there's no sign these guys ever pull it off"

The distance from enemy soldiers is no longer as close as a few dozen meters.

At the time they broke through the turtles that used to be meat walls, I knew this group was going to start losing.

But there's no sign they're moving out of here.

Is the enemy much more morale than I thought? When you have to fight these guys too, it's a bit of a hassle.

I want to ignore these guys and go to the temple forest...

Standing forward, he watched over 200 enemy soldiers.

A number of ornaments on the lightly unified, brightly colored protective equipment they wear. The vast majority of this army still has a similar wind to those who fought in the woods.

However, some of them wear standard, familiar uniforms and protective equipment. This equipment in my memory is identical to those who guarded the outer walls and the Sorcerer's Association in Sarav, the clan capital.

Speaking of which, I recall someone inside saying that these people had killed clan soldiers, taken their gear, and approached them disguised as troops.

If you scrutinize it with space recognition enhanced by magic guidance, you can certainly see traces of blood on some of the uniforms and protective equipment they wear, as well as unnatural holes and distortions. That presumption of foster care is probably correct.

These guys, did they kill yet another human being as a means to kill people? They're the ones who think badly.

At this time, the front row of the enemy was replaced.

Looks like the ones who had the stone throwing strings stepped back and the other personnel came forward instead. The new ones in the front row are holding their hands toward us.

Is this a magic attack?

"" "-" Fireball! "

Fire magic. From the palms of the lined men, a fireball of softball magnitude was ejected simultaneously.

Drawing several flame trajectories, fast fireballs fly in.

Gore moved quickly and interrupted on the ray.

Burning fireballs are bounced by Gore's body one after the other and disappear to mist.

Naturally, no damage. This kind of magic doesn't work for golem users.

"Did it make any sense? Now Attack......"

At this moment when I tilted my inner neck, the enemy moved.

From the army, several humans ran towards us in unison.

I see. Is the fire magic ahead a restraint for this assault?

The total number of enemies running out of the group is 12. They all have curved, oddly shaped daggers in their hands. Skinny men weaving their gray coats and concealing their faces with cloth. The impressions I get from that look are assassins (assassins) and other world ninjas.

These guys are like ninjas, they all move fast. I've run all at once to pack the distance.

Gore shook his fist and jumped forward.

From all over its body, there is an outburst of fierce killing that makes the skin tingle. Naturally. From now on, I've been under persistent attack by arrows, stones, magic, and people. Gore was already out of his angry mind.

A pure white elf to intercept with the approaching alien ninjas.

Shortly before the two contacts, one of the ninjas made a strange move.

I saw particles of magic converge on the watery ring that glowed in his laid hands.

"Gore, be careful! Something like that..."

I'm going to do it. When I nearly said that, with great momentum, the fog released like a smokescreen from the vicinity of the ring.

In an instant, the figure of Gore and the army of ninjas is wrapped in a bright white mist.

From the thick fog sounded like something would crumble in a row.

I'm used to hearing it now, the sound of Gore blowing the enemy's skull. Now, in the fog, a tragedy is being caused by her.

The fog smokescreen didn't seem to make any sense before Gore either.

If this happens, I can't stop her killing anymore.

The consecutive Death Circle Dance (Rondo) has a total of 11 rounds.

In the fog, instantly eleven enemies were smashed in the head with Gore's fist and killed instantly.

However, the first number of enemies to storm was a total of 12.

That is.

Shortly after, out of the mist, a man with a dagger popped up.

"Are you coming...!

This man was running through the fog and sliding through Gore's interception with a single piece of paper.

The man moaned his grey coat and jumped a lot in front of me a few meters.

"Die!"

The eyes beneath the man's mask that screamed were sharply narrowed.

Two curved daggers set up to cross hands reflect the sunlight and shine brightly.

The blade of intent swung off my neck.

... and it's a seemingly pressing scene, but I have a complete view of the enemy's slaughter trajectory in a demon-induced activated state.

I gently pushed the "Battle Axe of the Earth" at the tip of the ninja's nose.

For once, point them at the peak without an axe blade so they don't slash you to death.

In this first hand for now, I was just going to take the dagger.

But that prediction was sweet.

The moment he came into contact with the black battle axe, a metal dagger that looked luxurious and hard scattered brittle like a glass worker.

Lightly pierced through the blade, the Battle Axe hits the enemy's chest hard as it is.

With the crushing sound of chest armor and abrasives, the otherworldly ninjas were blown straight behind them.

A grey ninja flies like a bullet scattering blood reflexes into a backward group of enemies.

From the group, a scream rolled up that could not be anger or scream.

"Ma, are you serious..."

Me standing up to the sight in front of me.

The battle came on in just one go. I think he was a pretty strong ninja now...

But I couldn't stay stunned. Actually, because that wasn't the end of the enemy's attack.

One archer jumped out of the leftmost wing of an enemy group and threw a bow at me right after I blew up a ninja.

"- Damn, these guys, next to next...!

Tilt your neck gently and squeeze the arrow.

The shape of the arrow, which passed directly beside his face, looked familiar.

This is an example arrow in a strange green shape, the same type that shot Eol's father. Did the people inside call it "Swallow Arrow" or something?

I do think it was slightly faster than a normal arrow. And then the tip of the arrow was unnaturally glowing. There may have been some finesse, but what else has changed in particular......

The moment I thought so, the swallow arrow that should have flown away in the rear turned at a tremendous flying speed and came back with my brainy temper. It has accelerated to an unparalleled level. The ambient air, cleaved by the arrow butt, screamed as if it were a squeal of a tall swallow.

"Hey...!?"

In a hurry, he swung the battle axe through the rear.

A green arrow crushed to pieces by a black axe.

A shattered green fragment glistened through the universe.

It was dangerous. If the sensory enhancement of the magic guide had not allowed us to grasp the rear space, it would probably be done now.

The shooter who fired the swallow arrow is opening his eyes to the way I lightly struck down the arrow.

but he reached straight for the arrow barrel and immediately connected the two arrows.

The connected arrows, once again, are green. Swallow arrow.

Plus, three.

Is he willing to shoot three swallow arrows at the same time?

It is no longer at the level of sparing no effort, etc. You behaved like an asshole. Didn't you tell me that arrow was a tremendous asset?

Such a troublesome arrow, if you're dealing with one thing, you don't have a kiri.

"- You, just keep your mouth shut!!!"

I threw the "Battle Axe of the Earth" at the archer connecting the swallow arrows without turning around.

A pitch-black battle axe spinning vertically like a wheel flew in a straight line.

"Ah, it's not good..."

I instantly regretted it.

The Battle Axe of the Earth is advancing a direct hit course to the enemy's torso. I was just going to destroy the enemy's bow and disable it, but the momentum and power are too much to fine-tune the orbit at all. As it is, the enemy's body becomes two true from the midline.

Stop it, Mr. Axe!

I tried to stop the Battle Axe of the Earth.

The "Battle Axe of the Earth", galloping and scraping the ground with vertical rotation so as to apply the brakes, bounced heavily on a farm road like the one in front of the enemy.

A warrior axe transformed into a big black wheel leaps over the enemy's head.

Direct strikes were avoided at the edge of the line.

But the tragedy could not be avoided.

- A large quantity of stone gave me when the axe was bouncing while destroying the shotgun, from close range, struck the entire body of the enemy as if it were a shotgun bullet.

A hive of enemy archers thrust their backs in bloody blood, gliding over the fields.

Part of the path chosen by the "Battle Axe of the Earth" had completely vanished into a ditch.

A battle axe launched over the sky with bouncing momentum comes back to me, spinning like a boomerang.

Slowly slowed it down and caught it with his right hand.

"No, you can't... I knew if I let this axe go from hand, it would be like control..."

I shrugged with a pale face as I stared at the black battle axe that was too horsy.

But there are people who look paler than me.

There are more than 200 enemy soldiers ahead.

Nobody opens their mouth.

Their eyes are nailed to the look of me holding the battle axe.

Here at last, the fog that was wrapping around Gore began to disappear.

In the fading mist, there was a misery that made me want to cover my eyes. An army of enemy ninjas that was gray is turning into a lump of red blood and meat without one.

A white elf with his right arm returned and vividly dyed with blood stands at the center of the stacked corpse.

Those eyes were burning and rolling like a magma.

Whoever tries to approach us in a series of battles that took place in such a short period of time will have been crushed without a hand or a leg.

Me, staring at the axe, and Gore, staring at the bodies on the ground, slowly turned to the enemy.

The moment our eyes met, frozen expressions of fear and despair propagated one after another like ripples swaying on the surface of the water among the enemy soldiers who had been quiet.

Due to the sensory enhancement of the demonic guidance, I was even able to ascertain how several people had incontinence.

But I don't care how they feel right now.

Me and Gore took another quiet step toward the woods that we would refrain from behind enemy lines.