The Golem Mage

Terran was utterly exhausted, his body pushed to its limits.

Despite this, a determined light still shone in his eyes as he tightly gripped his Great Sword with both hands.

His phantom image the Earth Drake appeared to be on the verge of breaking apart.

However, the Earth Drake stood strong, locking eyes with the other five phantom images with a majestic, unwavering presence.

Its gaze conveyed a mix of superiority and disdain, inciting anger within the other mages.

They couldn’t comprehend how a phantom image that hadn’t fully formed and was still in its image form could look at them with such contempt, especially when it was clearly losing.

Yet, they understood that the behavior of the Phantom Image was simply a manifestation of its owner’s will.

This meant that Terran, too, looked down on them.

"Ah, I want to sever those eyes!, How dare you look down on us!"the light element Mage who was also a magic sword man

Dashing towards Terran with blinding speed, the Phantom sword of the light element mage bathed the mage in dazzling radiance.

Making his His movement so swift that he appeared as nothing more than a streak of light.

It seemed as though his phantom image melded with his main sword temporary , as the mage intended to strike at Terran’s eyes.

"Stop! We are meant to attack together, not alone! Stop!"

The leading mage screamed desperately, attempting to halt the light element magic sword wielder.

However, he was by far the fastest among them due to his element.

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And No matter how they rushed forward, there was no hope of catching up to him.

The light Elementalist Mage had disregarded all caution, paying no mind to the leading mage’s fear of Terran.

Despite being battered and worn, before the sword’s radiance could reach Terran, he saw Terran lift his head with a smile gracing his lips.

"I may have lost this one, Prince Seven, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of him," Terran uttered, shocking the four remaining mages who struggled to catch up with the light Elementalist mage.

They were unaware of the events and circumstances that might had unfolded between the Centaur prince and Terran.

However, one thing was certain, whatever would make Terran smile like that couldn’t bode well for them.

After witnessing Terran’s battles with the Orcs, they were certain that the smile on his face meant he still had an undisclosed strategy up his sleeve.

"It’s time to end this, While it was enjoyable to observe, if we waste any more time, who knows when we’ll be able to return, Take care of that squeaky one, and I’ll handle the remaining four," the Centaur prince proclaimed. @@novelbin@@

"No, leave the two swordsmen to me, Let me test my skills against them alone and show them the vast difference between us, Their arrogance has truly frustrated me," Terran argued, lifting his heavy great sword upward.

In a swift motion, Terran deflected the attack of the light Elementalist, causing sparks to scatter in every direction as the mage’s sword flew into the sky.

With his right hand extended towards his heart The Drake Image behind him Roared, and Terran’s palm gathered earth element, transforming into a scale reminiscent of an earth dragon.

Though formed from earth element, it possessed a tangible reality, emanating the purest essence of the earth.

A resounding bang echoed through the air as Terran’s hand made contact with the mage’s chest.

The impact sent the mage flying, blood pouring from his mouth, as he lost consciousness instantly.

The Drake image behind Terran dimmed further after unleashing an attack of such magnitude.

The Centaur prince looked at Terran and shook his head.

"You are still showing them mercy. If you had used the power sent by your phantom to form a claw, you could have ripped his heart out, Yet, you chose only to incapacitate him," the Centaur prince remarked

As a towering Centaur image, about 20 meters tall, appearing behind him.

The Centaur wore a mask with one side gleaming golden and the other side shaded in a dark, greenish black flame ,

emitting an aura of malevolence distinct from the golden side.

The Centaur’s hands were crossed, staring straight ahead without even acknowledging the presence of the mages.

"Damn it, I said leave the other sword-wielding mage to me, Don’t touch him," Terran declared, exerting his tired body as he took flight, heading straight for the second sword-wielding mage.

The Centaur prince swiftly raised his hand, conjuring a golden spear

"Don’t interfere in this, it’s an internal matter of the War God Mage Academy, Know your place," the flaming mage said while pointing at the Centaur Prince.

Despite his best efforts to hide it, the flaming mage’s trembling hand betrayed his fear of the Centaur Prince.

"I don’t like your tone," the Centaur prince retorted,

As he pierced the air with his Golden spear and a beam of spear-shaped light that flew directly towards the flaming mages.

The Flaming mage hurled all of his defensive talismans in a desperate attempt to protect himself.

However, the Golden Qi, taking the form of a spear, obliterated his defenses and slammed into the chest of the flaming mage, sending him flying backwards.

"Don’t kill them! and Leave the sword mage to me," Terran intervened.

"Relax, I’m not that bloodthirsty. I have no interest in cutting my stay here short. Plus, I won the bet fair and square when I predicted that the light element mage would attack you in a fit of rage first., You chose the flame mage, so deal with it."

" They’re all mine," the Centaur prince declared, opening his hands wide and shrugging his shoulders, as if suggesting he had no choice but to take responsibility for Terran’s mess.

With those words, the Centaur prince turned his attention to the other mages, sending spear-shaped Qi towards them, after recreatimg the same move four times.

It was evident that the Centaur prince looked down on the ( Low) Tier 8 mages.

Only an extraordinary mage like Alfred could make the Centaur prince serious.

But Now that he had assimilated force into his attacks, surpassing even Alfred, it was clear that Alfred could not match up to him and might even end up losing if they fought again.

The four mages banded together, devising a coordinated defense strategy, and luckily for them they were able to make the attack against them rebound back.

but the Centaur Phantom Image, which had kept its hands folded all this while, snorted contemptuously.

Pointing its right hand towards the mages, the four spear-shaped Qi changed course in mid-air, homing in on the mages and dismantling their combined defense, with incredible power.

There previously unbreakable defence shattered under the force, as a flicker of dark green flame danced at the spears tip.

The image of the impaled flaming mage was recreated as they all flew away.

Terran couldn’t help but shiver in fear as he looked at the phantom image of the Huge Centaur.

During their previous fights, the Centaur Prince had not been able to summon a phantom image.

But now, just by observing the Tier 8 fight, he had comprehended how to summon his own phantom image and increase his powers several fold.

Terran felt a sickening feeling in his stomach as he witnessed the Prince growth.

The only solace he had was that the Centaur Prince had failed to awaken a domain.

Like Terran, this was his only compensation, as neither of them possessed a domain.

Although he knew that only Tier 8 individuals were capable of creating a domain to match their element, he still found joy in the fact that the centaur prince couldn’t summon it.

Losing that hope would mean losing any claim to his genius status, as the centaur have broken all he believed in just by being born as a High ranking Being.

"I’ve settled it all, now let’s go get the person you came for!" Seven exclaimed.

"Such is not going to happen!"

An icy voice pierced through the air as a mage in a sky blue robe appeared before them.

His face was veiled by fog as he stood confidently with hands behind his back, exuding an aura of supreme expert.