Chapter 87: Golem Hunt (3)

"Guruororor!?"

"Gooooleeeemmmm."

The many giant rock monsters screamed and razed everything in their sorry. Violence they disliked, playing they liked. And play they did with all of their friends.

The golems were young and incapable of much thought. If they saw something they didn't like and could crush it, they would make that thing sorry for existing. If they saw something they did like and could crush it, they still would make that thing sorry for existing.

But when these poor giant prowling idiots saw something that they didn't like and couldn't crush it, thats where their problem began.

Gururo, one such golem who only made that sound, made his way away from the enclosure that his kind inhabited.

The constant sound of rocks being smacked had attracted his attention, and that was already pretty rare.