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

The sound of impact, like the air exploding, rings in the surrounding area.

A masked man with Gore's positive fist in his left cheek took the sword off his hand and curled it wide.

...... Yo, meh.

Yes, he did (...).

Its head didn't mince and blow up, and it didn't even fall, didn't.

Shortly afterwards, it sounded heavier and heavier again around me.

But that wasn't a battle sound or anything. A black sword slipped down a man's hand, making an impossible heavy falling sound.

"... painful"

From the mouth end of the battered man, red blood pulled a string of threads.

But this fact rather drove me into battle. Because that was a really slight bleeding to the point where I cut my mouth out in a whole fight.

A man's glance over the mask is directed at Gore.

"I know it hurts, but this fucking elf (...) is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

For the first time in this world I hear from the mouth of others, the word fluent elf.

With an anger that shook his tympanic membrane, he hit Gore as hard as he could with his right arm covered in black hands.

A fierce spark scatters from Gore's face, which has been fisted.

How heavy a blow it was, Gore took a few steps backwards as he was out of balance.

I can't believe she just got beat up and backed off. I've never seen anything like it.

A masked man with a glimpse of Gore glanced at him just a little.

"Ah? I hit you, but you didn't smash your head."

The voice revealed blatant discomfort. But as for Gore not getting through the damage of the blow itself, it just didn't sound like an upset breeze.

"... uh. I see. Physical barriers."

The arm of the man who muttered so stretched toward Gore at a speed that was inconspicuous to his eyes. A black finger grabbed her white, thin neck.

From that state, he gently hoisted Gore with one hand.

Gore was barely even able to resist the move, which was so rough and forceful.

"It's no use. I can't believe this is a golem, I've smashed hundreds of them before!!!"

The masked man, who said away, slammed him to the ground at will, grabbing Gore's neck.

The ground falls flashy with the force of his arms, and Gore's body plunges violently from his back into the earth. A large amount of dirt and sand rose as a result of the eruption.

Gore, who was falling on his back in earthen smoke, rises fluffy.

Her appearance caught my blood.

Because I wasn't simply upset and upset, as I was when I was beaten earlier. Her legs are powerless and totally fluttering.

The damage is in there.

Now the knockout attack is working on Gore.

The masked man confronting Gore takes a serious look at her face, still fluttering.

"... Damn, this elf doll. You look soothingly pretty, but you're a damn instant death trap. Unless my opponent was a Melee Specialist, he'd have been killed 100 percent in the first surprise blow."

Shortly afterwards, he grabbed Gore's right wrist and pulled him in again.

"Bad dolls need to be punished."

Quick as I can tell, he was forced to lift Gore with one hand.

And then he started shaking Gore's body over his head. The look was like an Olympic throwing competition. Such an unscrupulous, unscrupulous move for a monstrous request, even though it's usually more of an exclusive patent for Gore.

"- Break it down!

A temperamental masked man threw Gore thoughtfully toward the rear as he was.

With the extraordinary momentum added to the centrifugal force, Gore flew through the air.

Her body drifts away, slowly flowing through the edge of her sight, like a slow motion, because of her magical guidance.

But that's all. I just see it.

I can't catch up, and I can't reach very much.

With my power, from this position, there's nothing I can do.

"Yummy! Take it, Endirruh!

At this point, Jambila, who was opposite me by pinching the enemy, screamed.

Orange elephants interrupted Gore's path, with an unimaginable flash force from that giant.

His big palm catches Gore disappointed.

I truly appreciated the presence of this muscle combination. Now, I don't mind kissing Jambila's big chest muscle and the back of the orange elephant's foot.

"Thank you, Jambila."

At that moment I was about to thank you, but something unexpected happened.

The large body of the orange elephant that received the gore was blown backwards with the power of the throw.

"Become...!

You got to be kidding me. With the weight and power of the orange elephant, you still can't accept it? An elephant of war golem must be a few tons lighter just because of the weight of the body.

The orange heavy golem, bounced off with Gore in his arms, burst into the woods far rear, momentum from his back.

The sound of trees collapsing into tears echoes continuously. A while later, earthsmoke rose flashly from near the center of the forest.

And the forest was completely, silent.

The masked man did not look toward the forest, but picked up with one hand the great black sword that had fallen to the ground.

And groaned abominably, rubbing his left cheek beaten by Gore.

"Uh, no... That was a hell of an idiot, the elf doll now......"

The man who wiped his mouth seemed to notice his own bleeding here for the first time. He stares at the marks of blood on his hands and raises his voice of surprise.

"Wow, wow. You're out of your mouth! It's been years, I haven't bled... Wait, since right after the summons?

His appearance was rather even emotional about the damaged facts.

But that didn't matter to me right now.

"Oh, Gore. Yeah, yeah!

I ran out at full speed to the woods Gore ran into.

What do I do, are the Gores okay?

We have to help quickly.

I'm worried about the damage itself, but that's not the only problem. All the enemy worm users are dead, but there is no reason for them to vanish together conveniently to the worm they were serving. There are still signs of little bugs in those woods. In Gore and Orange Elephants that are thrown away and in a glocky state, it might suck if a bug attacked them now.

I was completely full of worries about Gore and the others at this time. But my face running out pale right after my partner Golem was defeated might only have shown me, from the enemy, as if I had started fleeing driven by fear.

I should say, the masked man moved on my path to the woods, blocking it.

I stopped in a hurry, and the gaze of the man in front bumped into each other.

"Well, I don't think we're letting him get away with it. You're just like the Golem, falling apart and going to the afterlife."

Kachin and I came.

I was totally tempered about Gore, and at this point in time it seems to me that blood was no longer perfectly on my head against this man who would obstruct me until my rescue.

Get out of the way.

Stay out of the way.

I want to go to the woods behind you.

My gore is injured there.

In the darkness of the woods, he could be waiting for me crying.

Or maybe it's because you threw Gore. What are you laughing at?

Really, what the fuck, you perverted mask bastard...

"Out of the way. Dokki!!!"

This moment.

I let go of the Battle Axe of the Earth, masked man.

The battle axe unleashed on the horizontal giraffe turns into a large, pitch-black wheel and advances with a fierce horizontal rotation. It was a black-blade tornado that swept away everything it touched.

A masked man struck his tongue at the imminent battle axe with an unusual roar.

"Shit, no. Was this guy also armed with demon weapons?...... why eh!

A man waved his sword down from the upper level so as to intercept him.

A black sword and a black battle axe clashed directly from the front.

Severe sparks scatter, and the scratchy sound of metal scrapes.

The ambient air screams like an extinct demon. In the aftermath of that intense vibration, the surface of the skin tingled like a needle.

"... what...! The fucking power of this axe...... ugh!?"

The masked man raises his voice in amazement.

For a moment he looked like he was about to be pushed by the axe momentum. But here he stomped on his feet, wielding his sword with his anger.

"Konko, damn NPC... - I can take the protagonist, ahhh!!!"

How dare "The Battle Axe of the Earth" be bounced off by the sword's sword, which was unleashed with terrible force. The pitch-black battle axe swept over the sky drawing an arc as it rotated, crashing all the way down to the other surface.

From the earth, which received the fall of the battle axe, the earth sand danced and flew as if it had caused a great explosion.

"Ugh...!

At this moment, my sensory enhancement disappeared.

The Battle Axe of the Earth collapsed and the Magic Guide was cut off.

"Seriously, Kai..."

I'm out of line.

The Battle Axe of the Earth was destroyed.

Um, the uncontrollable Okja Horse Warfare Axe, it was the first time I lost it with power......

One masked man on the other seems frightened by the blow of the battle axe. Remains in a sword-swaving position, stiff.

"You've got to be kidding me, my demon sword spills a blade... What was that, the Demon Axe now...?

Behind the man staring at the missing black body, the smoke of the big explosion caused by the "Battle Axe of the Earth" stands up.

It's a battlefield, over an exposed field of plowed soft soil. Originally, dirt sand tends to rise. Even during the battle in Gore, there was soot smoke so flashy.

Even so, the explosion is not those ratios now. The smoke from the crash of the axe doesn't even show signs of subsidence. The sight of brown smoke stirring up like a doorway cloud was as if it were right after the bomb was dropped.

I don't care what you think, it's not the picture surface when one axe falls off.

Jambila, who was looking up at the smoke standing over her head, leaked her voice blindly.

"What the hell is going on with this... This whole, mythical fight between gods..."

Everyone was under a different shock each to the sight of the defeat of the battle axe. But on the other hand, this was not the end of the series of situations.

Right next to the masked man, a green corner golem was rapidly approaching.

One corner. One horn struck the masked man, as he poked the void gap created by the fierce impasse between the battle axe and the great sword.

The enemy has a sword the size of his own, just after he wields it with all his might. Sure, now his defense is close to empty. But...

"No, acetu! I can't do this with a single horn of power!

Even Gore and Orange Elephant attacks couldn't defeat him. One corner is a fairly aggressive aircraft among the golems I know. But still, Mr. Gorilla, it's definitely the bottom line on the team. Not far from the other two idiotic powers.

I can't. I'll never defeat you.

Me at this time, and perhaps the masked man himself who was ambushed, naturally expected a single corner to unleash a striking move that I was good at.

But contrary to this expectation, one corner didn't punch.

Instead, he held the masked man's hand and shoulder from the top with both his arms.

It's a power type golem. It's an all-powerful hold. It is undoubtedly a pressure for a normal human being to be crushed to the ground in one shot and remain a flat meat pie in Gushagusha.

But the enemy is not a regular person.

The masked man only distorted his lips uncomfortably.

"What? What the hell, you fucking golem..."

It was a completely underestimated tone from an understated opponent. The man tried to shake off a single horned giant in a troublesome odor, as if it had stuck with a small bug in his body.

Exactly, as if I had been waiting for this timing, from the shadow of a single corner of my body, acetu jumped.

The boy glided through the surface at high speeds with the magic of wind movement, and somehow stuck to the blind spot on the back of a single corner, perfectly.

Its appearance, flying with wind all over its body, was like a falcon.

"Become, this guy..."

For a moment, the masked man made a panicked voice. His reaction was only slightly delayed by the fact that he was holding his torso in one corner.

"..." Windy - Great Sickle "!!!"

Acetu screamed.

At the same time, a huge, half-moon wind blade was ejected from both of those arms that were crossed.

The magnitude of the operation is much larger than the sorcery of the same pedigree I used on my worm opponent near the main gate. A thick wind blade the size of which seemed to cut even the entire torso of a giant cow in the Siddle Mountains burst into its defenseless carotid artery, in a completely targeted form, at the neck of the masked man.

Almost close to firing.

It is a blow ridden by the original 100 percent power of the surgery, which does not cause attenuation due to distance.

The one from Acetu, doesn't look good on her pure, cute face, and she fights in a nasty way. This lack of forgiveness is surely planted by the master's grandmother Tete.

Using the recoil of bursting wind magic, Acetu landed rearward as he rotated through the air.

The masked man does not move while in a position devoured of sorcery attacks. Did it work? Everyone drank their spit and watched.

In the meantime, abruptly. From the mouth of the masked man, a glitch and a laugh leaked.

"... Oh, that's a really good decision. Of all three of you. Then this woman is holding the point of the most battle."

The man in front of him was still laughing at his leisure while eating a magic attack from close range.

When I saw him, Acetu frightened his expression.

"Ugh, lie...... I can't believe it doesn't even have a scratch on it..."

As the word goes, the masked man's neck was intact.

The skin in the area under the blade of the wind also appeared to have a very faint red taste. But even the slightest trace of it quickly disappeared.

The masked man has a satisfying grin as he looks at Acetu's expression.

"Well, don't be disappointed. The aim itself was good, huh? Sorceress warrior's body should be more prone to magic attacks than physical attacks. Not a bad arm for a brilliant shot in the neck skin."

He laughed loudly and shouted proudly.

"... but also such a tactic! And the drilled technology! In front of the overwhelming difference in power, it's just a fucking mistake! To destroy this ultimate flesh of mine, you sorceries. Then you're hopelessly not powerful enough!

A masked man shouted away, just a little, seemed to shake his body.

No, you're not. It is not. He launched his bent elbow up at high speed against a corner holding himself down.

A raised elbow blurred the jaw part of a slight corner.

At this moment, the head of the inflexible golem was lightly shattered.

The vegetarian body rises flashly into the air as if it were a green sand fountain. Only the torso of a large golem with its head destroyed weakens and collapses on the spot.

"I don't hate witty women. I feel great when I'm forced to give in with my arms."

A masked man stepped on the back of a fallen corner with a big crotch.

The behavior directed at Acetu was as if he were exaggerating his own power.

I've been worried about words and deeds for a while now, but thank you. This man seems to mistake the Acetu boy for a girl.

Poor acetu, too, if you look at it, has a totally donned look on his face.

"... oh yeah. I remember one thing."

A man with a faint laugh said in a tone of relief.

With the tip of a giant black sword in his hand, he tapped lightly around the armoured chest of the golem lying at his feet.

The tip of the sword touched the armor of the stone, and a dry sound sounded.

I don't like it, I got a feeling.

"Come on, you fucking golems (pets) are going to die forever when they destroy the demonic conductor nukes in your chest (here), right?

The masked man who said so put his strength into the right hand holding the great sword.

The black tip sinks into the armor of a hard golem in a smooth motion as if even soft cheese were to cleave.

I breathed. If he continues to apply his powers, the blade will probably reach the inner nucleus of the demon guide lightly.

That way, one corner, never again...

"No, don't!

Asetu, who was no longer comfortable, rushed reflexively toward the masked man.

At this moment, the man's mouth, not to mention getting my will, ripped wide open and hung up. The smile was so ugly that the forelock ran, even though he said he was hiding almost over the mask.

"Hey, you know what? You guys are golem users with strong nose columns, all of you, this is how you kill a cute golem, and then you offend him... Oops!!!"

Blood abruptly drifted from the mouth of the masked man, who was in a good mood.

A large amount of bright red blood spills at the feet of a bump and a man.

"Ah...?

The knee of the man who murmured so with his half-open mouth fell hard with fierce momentum.

"Oh, hey, what...?

Asetu, who was rushing toward the man, also stopped abruptly.

Staring at a large, spreading red water reservoir all over the ground, the masked man is moving his mouth in puffiness and turning his rough breath back, like a goldfish with a lack of acid.

"Ugh, yi, gu, ah...? What, so...!

He didn't seem to understand what happened to him at all.

Apparently, this cosplay man, unlike me, can't use the Magic Radar. 'Cause I don't see anything behind you at all, for the sake of the Magic King.

By the way, right now, crawling to the ground and bleeding, on the back of this poor man...

One long long spear, pierced vertically.

It's in black.

Harmful.

It was a very vicious shaped spear.

This spear, designed as if the Demon King had summoned it from the bottom of hell, only shows a beautiful contrast between red and black, once done and in the eyes, when he lets his ears suck the blood of his enemies.

It was a spear with a dark, death curse, too evil a hobby to call art.

... Yeah, that's right.

I'm sorry. I stuck him on his defenseless back and stabbed him with a dirt spear.

I slowly squeezed my right hand toward the Big Spear of the Earth, which stood like an object on the man's back.

Blood. A masked man crawling all over the place, staring up at me.

I spoke to him for the first time here.

"Well, where I'm feeling good and unbiased, I'm very sorry in a way that sounds unintentional... It's time for me to be the limit of my patience."