The Golem Mage

Meanwhile, while all of that was happening, Alec was back in his main city, walking out of his throne room, while he was receiving a flood of notifications for his percentage of the kills made by his golems and the minions under them.

Behind him were Hive Queen and Iroh as they moved through one of the long hallways of his castle palace.

“Do you really think I made the right decision by letting Hunter and Vermis handle the Orc territory? I’m starting to feel I should have left it to Saint and Magnito instead,” Alec said, a rare trace of concern showing on his face.

For the first time, he was beginning to realise he didn’t need to bother himself with small skirmishes or some combat details, he could just simply send his golems to handle them.

He also had the Heroes coordinating the summoned units to take care of his growing kingdom’s security, so for the first time, he truly felt like a ruler, with his main responsibility being to become a better lord and not die in the blood moon region.

Even so, he still had doubts about how he had distributed his golems earlier.

“My lord, I know Vermis may be young, however he is very talented and he has a lot of promising underlings, and my lord I would advise you not to look down on Hunter so much, after all, he was crafted by your very hands.”

“Though the Orc lord may be a Tier 8 warlord, you must understand that he is nothing like the Tier 8 beasts of the Beast Forest, and if Hunter should ever run into trouble, Oni is always nearby to end the Orc lord’s life.”

“The Orcs are only coming out of this defeated. Either they die by the hands of those two, or they die by the blades of Oni and Butcher,” Hive Queen said, giving Alec a clearer perspective to consider, as Alec nodded.

“By the way, my lord, the job creation plan has started progressing well, the people are now able to make salt and the other spices from the recipe you gave them, and when they used it to prepare their meals, they all praised it, saying it was food fit for kings. So far, we have received nothing but good reviews for the testing phase,” Iroh added.

Though he followed Alec around and learned many things from him, there were still just as many things that left him confused.

For example, even now, he had only just learned that his lord was trying to attack two different cities at once.

His mind was practically on the verge of exploding after learning that such a move had been made, most lords always tried to avoid making too many enemies at once, so that if one attacked them, another wouldn’t stab them in the back while they were distracted.

But his own lord had just declared war on two at the same time.

Even so, he kept wondering exactly which army had been sent, because he was essentially the coordinator between the cities, and from all the information in his hands, there had been no movement from the armies of the other cities.

As for the main city, the one he personally oversaw, he was absolutely certain that not a single Barbarian soldier or Amazon archer had left. So he kept asking himself how they had managed to launch attacks on both cities without even dispatching a massive army—if not their entire current force.

That was when he heard that only the golems had been sent to each kingdom, two were given the task of attacking, while the third that moved with them would act as a supervisor, ready to provide support if things went bad.

He could hardly believe his ears.

Though he knew the lord they served was powerful, he had never imagined that only a handful of his summoned magical constructs would be enough to bring about the destruction of another city.

The more he thought about Alec’s confidence about it all, the more grateful he felt that the citizens of this city were under Alec and not counted among his enemies, because he truly could not picture how they would have survived against such an opponent as Alec.

Alec, on the other hand, had no idea this was what was running through the mind of his new adviser.

That was because his attention was fixed on something else entirely—The faith points.

He had, in a way, figured out a loophole around it; from his observation of the lords group chat, he realized that he might be the only one truly receiving a certain portion of the currency he calls faith points regularly and per day.

It wasn’t that the others, who had been sent to better regions, didn’t have it on their systems, it just so happened that the amount of faith points they possessed wasn’t even in double digits.

It was pitifully low, and since they didn’t understand how to make it grow faster, they ignored it, believing they wouldn’t need it anytime soon based on what they had been told by their referrals.

However, Alec felt that the only reason he had been able to accumulate so many faith points in the first place was because he had been assigned to such a terrible city.

The people there clearly saw him as some sort of divine being, they had so much respect and love for him because of how every other lord they had before him had treated them badly.

Now, after Alec solved their food problems, After he changed the housing layout in the area he now called Zone B into a more civilized and urban setting, they all began praising him, saying their king was the chosen one of the gods sent just for them alone.

So now Alec had begun buying cooking recipes and production blueprints from the system store attached to the City Heart, then placing a select group of intelligent men that had been spawned from the system among the leaders in charge of the production teams, things started changing rapidly with changes happening everyday,

Alec’s city looked far too advanced for the current world setting he was in. Among all the professional groups, the building team were the only ones who showed no interest in accepting citizens of his city as apprentices, insisting to Alec that they were perfectly satisfied with the helpers they had been spawned with. For now, so Alec chose to let the matter rest, planning to revisit it another day.

With each new thing that was created, the citizens’ trust and faith in him seemed to grow, and that was why he felt grateful that he had been assigned to such a city where it was easy for him to build such a trust and connection with his people, in contrast to the others who had been placed in almost fully developed cities.

So no matter what those others did, it wouldn’t be easy for them to build up that much prestige with their people the way Alec had.

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Orga finally emerged from the debris again. This time, blood was trickling down her face, and not only that, there were several bruises across her body that she had clearly gotten from being thrown around twice by Hunter.

She reached for her Battle axe from where it lay on the ground and lifted it back up, her face twisting in rage as she watched Hunter climb the stairs.

At that moment, all Orga could think about was how she was going to kill him. However, in her obsession to reach Hunter, she left herself completely open to Vermis who had been lurking and waiting for her to reappear.

A sharp swishing sound rang out, after he launched a sneak attack on her, though at the last moment she realized an attack had been sent her way, however; she was still too slow to fully evade it, and a massive blood lance pierced straight through her left shoulder, pinning her toward a nearby wall.

Even then, she refused to let it slow her down, she dropped her axe, causing the flames that engulf it going out the instant her grip loosened, as she moved her right hands toward the blood lance, trying to rip it out by force from her left shoulder as she could feel like all the connection with the left hand wasn’t responding.

“Explode,” However Vermis wasn’t about to let her go free as he commanded the blood weapon to do destructive damage as he walked toward her, and in response to his oral command the blood lance detonated at once, tearing through her shoulder, shaking her internal organs, and blowing off the fingers of her right hand that had been gripping it.

She even coughed out blood.

However, none of it was wasted, as Vermis raised his hands, slightly moving them in front of him as he manipulated the blood toward himself before it could even touch the ground.

Using the floating blood, he conjured two curved blood daggers out of them before they reached him, and he gripped them reversely in both hands before dashing toward her.

Orga saw the golem rushing at her and thrust out her right palm. Flaming energy had already begun brewing there and was just about to fire toward him, but Vermis simply flung one of the blood daggers he had created from her own blood.

With that single move, he not only restrained her right hand, but also wore down whatever resistance she still had left, as her gaze shifted toward the orc soldiers, who were being completely decimated by the small group of golems.