Supreme Magus novel Chapter 699

’Either that man has gone crazy due to the prolonged agony, or he enjoys his work.’ Solus pointed out. ’The other Flesh Golems are way less creative because they limit themselves to follow their commands whereas this guy is doing his best.’

It was indeed a smart strategy. Just like true mages, constructs didn’t need to chant. Even better, they could use some of their abilities freely, without even wasting time weaving spells like Lith did.

By using wide darkness pulses, the Golem was making sure that Lith was forced to either exhaust all of his spells or doom the other two humans behind him. Normally, Lith wouldn’t have cared much for either Neshal or Morok, but without them, he would have to face three Golems instead of one.

This time math was a harsh mistress.

To make matters worse, the black pulses were packed so close that Lith had to resort to alternate spells and Origin Flames to not get overwhelmed.

The Golem noticed the human’s absurd casting speed and soon grew tired of that game. It turned around to leave, but its body refused to move. Quylla had just finished destroying five of the runes forgemastered in its life force.

She had just played possum, taking her time to incapacitate the opponent while saving as much mana as she could. Between the tier five spells and the beating she had taken, her energy reserves were dangerously low.

"They are both helpless!" She said to Lith who granted the first Golem a swift death while making sure that the sadistic construct would suffer as much as its body allowed it to.

Quylla was really curious about how Lith seemed to be able to always find power cores at his first strike, but in that moment she didn’t care. Phloria was about to fall and there was nothing either of them could do.

"Is there really nothing useful you can do?" Morok said while nullifying two darkness pulses with as many spells he had at the ready. "Seriously, if you can’t fight, why go to a dangerous city and put innocent Rangers in danger instead of spending quality time with your grandkids?"

He had tried to physically attack the Golems, but they kept him at bay by shooting spells non-stop. Corridors were truly a nightmare for him since ice lances would shatter against the walls and release razor-sharp shards that were almost impossible to dodge.

Fireballs would produce enough noise and light to make him blind and deaf. Morok had managed to survive the last few exchanges only thanks to his enchanted protections and the fact that the Golems seemed to be more interested in taking Neshal alive than killing him.

Whenever he got close to her, they would lower the output of their attack. Morok would have gladly abandoned her if not for the fact that once the old bat had fallen, so would the array. Also, he didn’t have anywhere to run. There were even more Flesh Golems on the other end of the corridor.

"Ekidu!" Morok said as his hammers turned pitch black before he lunged them into the incoming darkness blasts to nullify the Golems’ spell.

"Please, there’s no need to rush, granny. I wouldn’t want you to sweat." His voice oozed sarcasm.

The Rangers were doing their best, but their spells were useless and by coordinating their attacks, the Golems made it impossible for Lith to get close enough to touch them or for Morok to hit them.

Whenever one of them came too close, the constructs would just electrify their bodies and push them back. Phloria had managed to hold that long only thanks to the Skinwalker armor’s defensive abilities that covered her in Orichalcum every time she infused it with enough mana.