Chapter 312 – The Cold Blooded King.

He felt like he was dreaming for a moment. A nostalgic and affectionate dream that stayed in childhood memories for a while.

“It’s a pity, but I wish I had stayed vigilant until the end.”

But he was standing here now. In the space where the smoke spreads with the smell of burning flames and the ruins of the castle collapse.

-◼◼◼…!

With a staggering pitch black. I couldn’t find the relaxed look that had just been playing with him as if hunting him.

“So what about it? How do you feel about being hit by your own weapon?”

It was none other than Krikaliev, who stuck the bullet he was shooting at him.

-◼◼◼◼◼◼!!
“Speak your tongue so that you can understand it.”

And that’s exactly where he got hit by that bullet. The pitch-dark had a bullet lodged in its lower back and was holding onto it as if in pain.

“I did it by chance, but it was me. That bullet was fatal not only to me, but also to a guy like you.”

When Krikaliev brushed his back, which made it easier to move, the blood that had been flowing until just before had been planted stopped. His red eyes flicker as he looks at him. He could tell by the look that he was embarrassed enough, even if he didn’t have to say it. That’s because as long as the bullets were planted in his body, he had to continue to interfere with his recovery, but he recovered.

“I thought your bullets were just preventing the body from recovering. Something was wrong.”

It’s going to be recovered anyway, so if you take it out with your own hands, it’s enough. While being chased by him, Krikaliev had accidentally dug out one of the bullets lodged in his waist with his fingers. Then again, the bullet escaped easily from his grasp. Due to the structure of the bullet, it was difficult to extract it from the side where it penetrated, but I just made it penetrate more and pulled it out on the other side. He needed to check his thoughts. That’s why he pretended to run away in search of a gun similar to the one he uses.

He deliberately didn’t remove all the bullets he had planted in his body, leaving him in an uncomfortable state. He makes the guy think he has an advantage. And when he found the gun and fired it, he greeted me casually. A bullet like that doesn’t seem to mean anything. The guy was able to block the lead bullets that were shooting as fast as he was confident. With a faint but transparent protective film.

“That made it clear. This bullet was meant to pierce the shield.”

Krikaliev became a golem’s body, but he was not used to the golem’s body. Because he couldn’t accept his changed appearance. That’s why he didn’t even care for a long time, so he didn’t know. However, if it was meant to deal with golems, of course, the weapon would have been made to deal with golems as well.

“If your bullets are like that, it must mean that I have the same protective shield as you.”

If so, on the contrary, it was possible to figure out what the golem’s power was from his weapon.

“And one more thing!”
-◼◼!?

Krikaliev grabbed the guy’s arm and gave him strength as he watched the jet-dark aim his gun at him. Then he makes a loud noise and his arm breaks as if crumpled. However, the protective film did not appear. Of course it was. Because his protective shield had never been exposed up close.

“Whether it’s your shield or mine, it disappears if you’re close!”

That’s why he didn’t know that it had a protective shield. Their protective shield disappears when they meet each other. Krikaliev’s fist hit him in the stomach again, and he fell back from him. When he stands up again, the bullet he put in his waist comes out and falls to the floor, rolling over and over again. But really not everything came back.

“One last thing. The way you recover your body, it’s not like you’re really recovering.”

At first glance, the way he restored his body looked like a complete recovery, like a golem’s, but it wasn’t. As evidence of that, the bullet lodged in the guy’s waist was not taken out directly, but it fell out of the guy’s body on its own. Even when the golem’s body was recovering, it was the bullet that was persistently planted. Also, his right hand seems to have returned to what it was before it was crumpled and broken, but it was clear that the overall size had shrunk compared to when I first saw him. As much as the fragments left in Krikaliev’s hands when they were crumpled.

“It would be more correct to see it as transforming the body.”

He was so good at simply transforming his body that he seemed to be recovering.

-◼◼◼◼!

Jet-black looks at him and aims his gun at him with a growl-like sound. It was different from before. If previously it was a roar meant to scare and ravage prey, now it is a more subdued vigilance full of obvious hostility. It was more annoying because I wasn’t vigilant.

-Tatatatang!

He fired bullets at him, but Krikaliev rushed at Barisada, deflecting them. He belatedly tried to step back, but their physical abilities were almost equal. Since moving in a hurry is like giving a gap, he picks up the barisada and slashes the guy’s head first.

-Kaang!!

As a result, the bastard’s left hand turned into a sword and blocked Barisada, but he pushed his handle and tried to cross guard the bastard. If his left hand hadn’t changed shape again and tried to grab Barisada. He already knew what he would do if his sword got stuck. But he couldn’t catch Barisada. First of all, Barisada’s blade bounced back as soon as it hit his arm, and Krikaliev had let go of his handle. He thought he had missed his weapon, so he charged.

It wasn’t missing a weapon. As he let go of the handle, Barisada rode on him as if grabbing his shoulder with the cross guard and blade with the force he pushed away, spinning quickly as if flowing, returning downward and striking the attacker. It wasn’t a blow with full power, so it wasn’t enough to cut him down, but it was able to give him a shock. Seeing Barisada knocking him off and drifting off alone, he seemed to be trying to catch him, but Krikaliev had already caught Barisada, who was about to fall backwards, by holding his arm behind him.

As if not wanting to miss the gap that was revealed, the guy’s right hand puts the muzzle in and fires a bullet. However, the bullet did not enter Krikaliev’s body as before. As soon as I shot them all, they disappeared.

“If you can recognize something like bullets, save them all and that’s it!”

As his body became a golem, he could see the bullets shooting rapidly. Also, Barisada’s ability is to save and recall a designated object. As long as you could see the bullets being fired, you could store them and get rid of them.

-◼◼◼◼◼◼!

And in Krikaliev’s hand was a huge hammer. Likewise, it was stored in Barisada. Even if it is not suitable as a weapon, it is not difficult to use as a weapon of the moment. But the gnome didn’t care that he was attacking and thrust in his sharply deformed left arm. The reason must have been that the hammer he was holding was not from the Tsushima era. No matter how much the shield can be ignored, it would be unreasonable to hurt him unless it was something made in the era of anti-magic.

And that was his defeat.

-◼◼!?!

The pitch-dark stopped as if he felt the impact of the hammer hitting his head and piercing it at the same time. A hammer was a multi-purpose object. When hitting iron or hitting monsters or people, but the most common use was when driving nails or wedges into walls or ice. Just like I hit the bullet he was using and put it in his head. The secret was in his sword Barisada. Because Barisada was a magic tool that could store a certain amount of things he wanted and summon them again when and where he wanted.

The hammer did not hit the guy, but just before hitting it, he hit the summoned bullet in between. The true nature of the bullet was that Krikaliev had left it unremoved from his waist and then removed it from his waist by storing it in Barisada.

“It’s not really my taste to talk over and over again. It’s not bad at times like this. Isn’t it?”

The fact that he explained every detail of what he found out was both a provocation and a smoke screen to hide the most important information. To give him a decisive blow.

-◼◼…◼◼◼◼! ◼◼…!”

Krikaliev sighed as he watched the jet-black figure fall, as if it were fatal.

“That’s right. You’re giving people trouble. If it wasn’t for this body, it would have been a big deal.”

If he hadn’t become a golem, he would have been impossible to deal with before defeating him.

“Antigenomegenos was better.”

It was because he was at least one of the types that belonged to the inside of living things. He looked back at the crumbling castle. I wanted this place to be abandoned someday, but I didn’t want it to look so miserable.

“I’m worried about the side effects that will follow.”

Also, he couldn’t just be happy because he knew that there were people who had kept this place longer than anyone else and people who lived here.

“Bargazzet, it’s a little late to tell you, but your kindred is still alive.”

Because the king of harpies, who was called the demon king or wind king, slept here.

“Your daughter lives more proudly than any harpy.”

He did not miss the sound of sand flowing down and small stones breaking.

“So, are you done playing dead bodies?”

Because I knew that the pitch black hadn’t died yet. Looking back, the guy was getting up again.

-◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼!!!!!

A terrifying roar full of alien noises, not even belonging to humans or other animals. A large light was emanating from behind him. But it wasn’t just a light. Moving like a living creature, the beams of light that stretch out in all directions pierce the walls and floors of the castle, destroying and destroying it with just a little movement. The 12 beams of light extending from its back soon take shape, so they are literally wings of light.

“I did something because it looked different from the one on the mural. You weren’t perfect either.”

Even if it was a demon from the Great Magic Age, it must have lost its power because it had been sealed for thousands of years. That’s why I wouldn’t have done my best to conserve my strength as much as possible. Inside the building, the orange glow of the exploding creature would have blinded a normal human a long time ago. Moreover, just by revealing its wings of light, you can see the ground and buildings turning red and melting.

“Tsk, I didn’t want to write this.”

If he hadn’t done his best so far, neither did Krikaliev. His body originally belonged to a golem. In fact, he wanted to remain as a human being, so he had not accepted it until now. But he had to accept it now, knowing that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even be able to take time away from him. Since he was human, he would not have been able to use the golem’s power properly, but that changed the story. This time, he saw a golem that moved on its own volition, albeit for a while, in the Holy Land.

Even if Krikaliev didn’t want to, the golem’s body could recognize the same functions as his own. As he recalls the image and awakens his strength, the light of the guy who was getting stronger can no longer approach him and he hesitates and starts to be pushed by the new light. When he glanced up, he saw a white ring of light floating above his head, just like the golem that the girl had awakened for a moment.

“It’s awful. It’s cumbersome.”
“ADaaaaaM!!!!!“
“You got the wrong person man!”

But there was no time to complain. He was running towards him, shouting the first words he could understand.

“I see. Are you saying we’ve finally entered the same realm?”

He held Barisada as he watched the pitch-dark rushing towards him. What he chanted was magic that had been given to him as a paladin in the past, and he had never been able to use it since he became like this. The magic he couldn’t use because he couldn’t accept his body.

“‘Not for glory.'”