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

A big voice echoed in my ear as I was at war with the mightiness of the enemy I defeated.

"Ooh, Nemaki!

From the other side, a red-haired macho rushes over with a smile.

It's Jambila.

"What the hell, look at the trick earlier. What's the attack?!? You took a hidden ball. Oh, my God, I'm so screwed."

"Ah..."

Tastes bad.

Speaking of which, Jambila and the others had been watching the scene where he stabbed the "Big Spear of the Earth" into the perverted mask with his magic. Full of knocking him out, not entirely.

What the hell am I supposed to say about this...?

Jambila arrived next door as soon as he was lost in response.

The red-haired young man has a serious view of the masked man skewered inside the giant crater in front.

"Awesome, seriously, the spear pierced my torso...! Just kidding. That's so powerful... You masked bastard, even if we all attacked you, you didn't look frightened."

The man in the mask, he doesn't even move.

From its body, the black aura of the example had already disappeared as well.

"So, Nemaki. This guy... is he dead?

"... no. Though penetrated, it's the right shoulder that's got the spear stabbed. This man was unusually sturdy, and I don't think he's dead yet"

In fact, the survival of this man is confirmed by the spatial grasp of the Magic Guide.

He's completely unconscious, but he's got a slight breathing movement, and he's got a pulse.

"Seriously, are you alive with this..."

Jambila swallowed your breath.

"What are we going to do? Do you want me to kill you like this?

"Well...... I'll leave it up to everyone inside to decide the final punishment around here. I'm not familiar with the laws of this country. Besides, it wasn't me who actually got the worst of him, it was the people in there."

With that said, I looked down at the man at the bottom of the fallen earth.

The aura of a man's blood attribute is completely gone.

Blood attributes, I don't know what, but chanting magic again is absolutely impossible, than physical strengthening has expired in such a disastrous state of serious injury.

The only thing to be wary of is "NTR" (Enutiar) - but did he call it "snatching” or something - that move only, but this is a very difficult counter-only technique to handle, impossible to activate spontaneously.

Experience has shown that I've been struggling with it.

In the first place, it was difficult to believe that NTR itself could be used in serious conditions up to this point.

I mean, just to be clear, even where this man's consciousness has returned, he's no longer on par with a helpless living human being.

Maybe the old man in there just sticks out a knife and it's easy to kill him.

But I didn't mean to leave it to anyone else to actually get their hands dirty.

"If that's what everyone decides there's no other way to kill... I'm going to stab him in the face with this hand. Just..."

"Just?"

"Hopefully, before such punishment, let me interrogate you"

"Interrogation, you crazy bastard...? Well, if Nemaki wants to, no one inside complains."

Jambila agrees with a small nod.

But that consent was blocked by what I said shortly after.

"... what! I don't care what you talk about such a pervert, JAMBILLA!!!"

A red-haired man stares at me suddenly screaming out loud.

"Huh? What are you talking about, the treatment of the enemy's head? It's probably the most important project so far."

"Asshole! Jambila, you've been so hard on your body that your brain has finally invaded your muscles. ⁉"

"Come on, don't give me that compliment. We can light it up."

"Not a millimeter of praise!

My muscles snapped my neck at my angry remarks.

"What's a millimeter??

"Oh, there? A millimeter is, uh... a unit the size of my hometown. It's so small."

"Heh. Can you make it smaller than one donna?

"No, I'm sorry, but I don't know what a donna is."

"One Donna is, yeah. Well, roughly a third of the size of the rainbow scale worm" Nijitashi Terumi "."

"... rainbow scale worm??

"What, you don't know? It's a beautiful bug that eats leaves. Actually, the seven-colored hair on this guy's tail is very poisonous."

I took control of Jambila by hand to begin explaining the rainbow scales.

"Well, well, Jambila! As for the ecology of insects, now is good. Hi. When you and I have a conversation, it's dangerous for the conversation to go off the sidewalk.... okay, listen carefully. 'Cause I'm going to tell you the key thing."

I pushed my index finger all the way to the nose tip of a doubtful red-haired macho.

"- Although our precious Gore and Orange Elephant will still not be back with us stuck in the woods!

"Heh?...... ah. Ahhhhhhh!

The muscles I pointed out raised a scream with a blue face.

"No, I did! I don't know why. I was totally overwhelmed with thoughts because something so unscrupulous happened!

"Finally remembered"

Yes, it is. Neither my Gore, nor his partner Orange Elephant, has had a tone out since he was thrown by him earlier.

That's the problem that matters most to me. I don't care now, like the treatment of a pervert in a strange mask.

If I can do it, I want to run Gore and go help him right away.

I've always thought so, even in battle.

In the first place, the fact that I seriously beat the perverted mask is like the opposite of being bullied by half Gore.

Jambila slapped the big chest muscle back.

"Hey, okay. If that's the case, Nemaki will keep an eye on the masked bastard here. I will hurry up to the forest of the temple" Here "to help the Golems."

"Oh, please. I'd really like to go help Gore too..."

Nevertheless, I'm the only one who can help keep the pervert pinned to the ground for safety. As it stands, it's a reasonable candidate.

When I think about Gore, I'm suddenly getting anxious.

Of course it's about that tough guy, and I don't think he's gonna die to that extent, etc. But after all, he could be injured and crying...

"Hey, Jambila. Are you all right, Gore?

When I looked at my face, I bent my mouth to the letter like Jambila was in trouble.

"You're such a crying puppy... It's all right. The way we broke into the woods at the time, they wouldn't have done the magic nukes."

Me and Jambila stared at the temple grove.

Part of the forest has been destroyed by the impact of the Gorez penetration, and many trees have collapsed.

"It's just that, as you can see, I've had a fancy way of getting blown away for a long time... There's a good chance they're both incapacitated in the woods. With all this distance away, the magic path to the Golem is out, so you won't even answer my call. You're worried sick."

"Ugh, Gore..."

My nagging head slapped gently with Jambila's big hand pounding.

"So, don't look at me. As you drag our endyls, you'll be back for Goletalu."

"I'm sorry, please... And be careful. Because my gore tries to bite as soon as a man I don't know tries to touch it"

Jambila erupted into this statement of mine.

"Buha! Bite me. What the hell? You think an unmanipulated golem would even attack people on its own?

"Do it, my gore is"

"Fuck, heh, uh, okay, okay. If it's your biggest idiot story, you can take your time eating with me later."

"Oh, you don't believe me, you!? It's true."

Hearing my desperate advice lightly, Vibrant Macho rushed to the woods.

I dropped that back off with a little anxiety.

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"Well, and"

Sending out Jambila, I slowly looked back.

And I spoke to the person there.

"... so, acetu. I'd like to ask you one thing. Why don't you just keep grabbing my sleeve and say a word?

A luxurious boy with questioned wheat skin raised his nagging face.

This kid was stuck on my back the whole time in the middle of an exchange with Jambila, and he kept quiet.

My emerald-colored eyes are still staring at me reluctantly.

Somehow, it is a false eye.

The Gore one who can't speak, he also has these eyes when he wants to say something to me.

"It's okay. If you want to say something, why don't you talk to me?

I lowered my gaze slightly to match my little acetu and inquired with a gentle smile.

Yes, this is the attitude that affordable seniors should take towards young people.

"Oh, you know what? Brother Nemaki......"

Acetu's thin cherry blossom lips moved slowly, roughly.

"How could a product of earthly magic have floated in the universe...?

"Ugh... ⁉"

He was blinded by his shooting eyes.

"Uh... Um, well, that's..."

I was upset, and that gaze wandered wildly through the universe. The margins and dots of seniors, who should certainly have existed until earlier, sometime traveled across the galaxy.

The question of this junior is unforgiving to such pitiful seniors.

"I'm skewering him to the ground, that big black spear... That's weapon-generating magic for earthly attributes, isn't it? I didn't see the moment of generation, and I didn't realize it right away because old large weapon-generating magic like it was popular before that war, nowadays nobody uses it... But no doubt about it, it's earthwork."

The words of Acetu, who cut the weir once, will not stop.

It was as if the recoil, which had been forced to cover itself with a lid and silence to the overflowing question, had struck at once.

No, I guess you're right about the fact. This kid was desperate to put up with my questioning. Perhaps until this moment when Jambila leaves the scene.

"Brother Nemaki, what the hell does this mean? How could a soil magic weapon have been manipulated at will? How did you see that?"

Acetu's eyes are serious.

And the words were finally about to touch the core of what I feared.

"How did you see that, dirt" magic guide "..."