The Golem Mage

The axe didn’t merely lodge itself into the Yeti’s head, it split it cleanly in two.

In fact, even before the Lightning Axe descended, the massive wind blades that had been mirroring its rotation were the first to strike, as he had made them shoot forward ahead of him slamming down into the Yeti’s skull.

The beast howled in agony, as the three rotating wind blades couldn’t pierce its thick, fur-covered hide at once, so they continued spinning violently, drilling into its flesh, causing blood to spray outward as they tore deeper, grinding relentlessly like an enormous auger.

Then the Lightning Axe finally came down, with a thunderous crack, it cleaved straight through the Yeti’s head, splitting it apart completely.

Looking down at the Tier 7 Yeti he had just killed made Butcher shiver, for a being like him whose body was composed mostly of elemental properties, such an outcome like shivering should have been nearly impossible, but he did just shiver.

And yet... It was all because he had found killing the Tier 7 opponent way too easy.

All he had done was concentrate all his power and strike at the weakest point, that single realization made him understand that in comparison to him Saint and Hunter had struggled so desperately against even one of them earlier, and he was sure that if he was with them it would have been the same.

This wasn’t just his strength, it was coordination that pushed him to make the most use of his strength.

With Legion’s summons forming a complete battle formation, planning from beginning to end, everything had flowed perfectly.

Numbers, positioning, suppression, and timing had turned an impossible fight into a calculated execution; right now, Butcher’s only real advantage over these cybernetic summons was his higher realm.

He couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of someday sharing the same rank as the summons of another main golem.

‘I really will need to become stronger... far sooner than I thought,’ he mused.

Bang!

The remaining three Yetis finally shattered the dome-like shield that had been containing them since, the thirty Tank-class Cybernetic Golems immediately retreated backward, their jetpacks and boosters flaring beneath their feet as they tried to disappear faster.

The dome was never meant to be an offensive skill. It was a defensive formation skill, one that was meant to help keep them against danger , as it was built to endure overwhelming force for as long as possible but they had used it to contain the Yetis instead, and it had served its purpose perfectly.

It had restrained the Yetis long enough for Number One, Two, Three, the sniping duos and Butcher to eliminate the isolated target.

They hadn’t been trying to win everywhere, they had only needed one opening, and they had created it beautifully.

But now they were left with one problem. The Tank-class golems under the command of Number Four, Five, and Six were still on cooldown before they could use their Dome shield special ability again.

And because they had combined their powers to form a much stronger dome shield, their cooldown time had been greatly extended.

“What’s the next course of action, One?” Number Four asked as he and the other two leaders of the Tank-class generated and constructed assault-type weapons.

As they began firing bolts into the sky, though it only dealt small damage, but it was all for the purpose to irritate the Yetis and draw their attention away from their retreating summons, which were vital for the next phase of the fight.

But before One could reply to his question, a green bolt suddenly tore through the sky at terrifying speed, aimed straight at the head of one of the Yetis.

Immediately everyone froze, especially the golems that understood what weapon that represented the green laser bolt.

A split second later, a thunderous bang echoed, and before Butcher or the two heavily injured main golems could even process what had happened, one of the three remaining Yetis was flung violently into the air.

At the center of its head was a gaping hole that hadn’t been there before, blood spraying outward as its massive body lost balance.

Instantly, the remaining two Yetis turned to the direction the attack had come from, so did the surviving main golems.

And they saw Legion, he was advancing at high speed, his form moving with mechanical precision, in one smooth motion, he dismantled his sniper rifle mid-run and reconstructed it into what looked like a small steel staff, barely fifty centimeters long.

As Legion came to a halt, the glider wings behind his back unfolded briefly before compacting and locking neatly into his armor again.

At the same time, ten small ice glaciers had already formed around the massive glacier housing Titan, revolving steadily like satellites around a core.

“Die!” one of the Yetis roared as it slammed its hands into the ground.

[> High Rank Spell – Ice Spike Eruption Origin Spear – Pierce