The Golem Mage - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Taking An Hostage Chapter 43: Taking An Hostage BAM!!!

Alec swiftly ducked as his danger senses tingled; he glanced at the spot he had been standing just moments ago, witnessing a fierce clash between a Massive Tiger demonic beast and Titan.

“Oh, so you managed to escape that, huh?

No problem, let’s see if you can dodge the next attack,” the man who arrived with the two Tier 6 mages taunted, summoning another intimidating beast.

It was a Sea Crab Demonic beast that seemed fast on its feet.

“Be careful, he’s a beast tamer,” Arthur warned, realizing that this was their attempt at Alec’s life by making a distraction to allow the Beast Tamer to take care of Alec.

“Don’t worry, he’s only a Tier 2 Mage, which means he can only control two demonic beasts,” Alec replied nonchalantly.

“Don’t worry your Head; that’s a white stripe Demonic Tiger, a Tier 2 demonic beast,” Arthur turned to face Alec, complaining at the top of his voice, only to fall silent at what he saw.

The sight was too brutal for him to bear, as Titan effortlessly battered the tiger without stress or a chance to counterattack.

Whenever the tiger lunged, Titan would shield himself and retaliate with a swing of his mace, inflicting wounds of varying degrees on the tiger’s body.

It was clear that the tiger would succumb to excessive blood loss if this continued.

In the meantime, Alec didn’t take the crab, a Tier 1 demonic beast, seriously.

“Alec, you must realize that demonic beasts possess a stronger physique than humans.

Don’t let it get close to you,”
Arthur admonished in a fury, witnessing Alec disregard all caution as he dashed toward the red demonic crab about the size of an adult dog on Earth.

“I fucking know that!

And stop acting like my old man.

Would you please take care of the remaining dregs of assassins,” Alec snapped.

As he thrust his hands forward, the surrounding fire elements converged in his palms.

Clenching his fist, he unleashed his compressed power.

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Alec’s punch propelled the fire elements toward the crab with incredible speed, resembling a line of red lasers.

Drawing knowledge from his understanding of lasers in his world, Alec transformed the style of his Fire Fist spell.

The moment the laser fire reached the crab, its hard exoskeleton melted, instantly killing the beast.

“Fuck!”
The beast tamer exclaimed, clutching his chest in pain.

Since the beast was connected to him, its death also affected him.

Arthur’s mouth remained agape as he witnessed Alec transform his fire fist into a new spell.

“You’re so damn cool, Boss,”
Arthur blurted out, forgetting all he had said before.

The beast tamer screamed again, causing their attention to shift to the other beast.

And They saw Titan removing his mace from the battered skull of the white-striped demonic tiger that was now dead; with both Beast now dead, it was too much for the Beast tamer to take the pain.

“Arrgh!” the beast tamer yelped and fainted.

“Hey, Brandon, tie him up tightly.

We’re taking him for interrogation,” Alec instructed with a strange expression.

“Yes, Boss,” Brandon replied promptly.

“Boss, you’re making that weird face again in public.”
Alec: “…”
“Which face are you talking about?

I look perfectly normal.”
“Not really, Boss.

You’re looking incredibly wise right now.

I almost feel sorry for the guy you’re about to interrogate,” Arthur commented.

“Whatever.” Alec scanned the surroundings and noticed that most of the assassins were either dead or had escaped upon realizing they couldn’t win this fight.

Alec could quickly eliminate the remaining foes by summoning his golems.

However, he wasn’t ready to expose his powers yet, especially since he wasn’t in a life-threatening situation.

He turned back and found that most of the younger generations of the Gordons were looking at him with eyes full of admiration.

“Oh, I’m screwed!” Alec forced a smile.

He noticed Agnes looking at him intently, causing him to smile back, unaware of what had transpired while he was asleep.

Just as he was about to banter with Arthur, the clouds above them parted, and Draco descended to assess the scene.

Draco appeared perplexed but pleased because they had dealt with all the assassins.

He glanced around and noticed Brandon holding onto a tied-up individual and Standing beside Alec.

He assumed that Brandon had been responsible, but Alec was too tired to correct him.

Draco apologized for the inconvenience and reassured them they would continue their journey soon.

As Draco turned to speak further, he noticed Alec drooling, his gaze fixed behind him.

Curious, Draco followed Alec’s gaze and realized he was staring intently at his lava golem.

Observing the other golems nearby, Draco concluded that Alec was also a golem path mage.

“You should keep that away, elder, as I don’t think Not everyone would be comfortable seeing something so gruesome,”
Arthur’s voice snapped Draco out of his daze.

Glancing at his hand, Draco realized he was still holding onto an arm he had ripped off during his fight with the two Tier 6 mages.

“Oh, sorry about that.

I hope you don’t mind,” Draco asked nervously, realizing he couldn’t speak to this youngster as casually as before.

The trio stood out from the others, exuding an air of confidence in Draco’s presence.

Except for Alec, who was drooling and interrupting the moment, he was painting for them in his mind.

“Um, please stop staring at my golems like a pervert?” Draco faked a cough to regain Alec’s attention.

“Oh, sorry, Seventh Elder.

I can’t be trusted to experiment on one of your lava golems.

I’ve been trying to create one myself but haven’t succeeded.”
” I was wondering if you would allow me to borrow one of your golems…” Alec quickly trailed off when he felt the intense gaze of the seventh elder resemble that of a dangerous beast and noticed he was still holding on to the torn arm.

Nervously, he gulped and stammered,
“Uh, did I say something wrong, Boss?”
“I don’t think I heard you correctly.

Did you ask to experiment on my golems?

Do you understand the effort and resources it took to get them to this level?” Draco’s voice grew louder, almost screaming now.

“I apologize, sir.

Please don’t worry about it.

Remember this: I will create a lava golem that surpasses yours.

You can count on that,” Alec said, hoping to patch things up.

When Draco heard Alec’s confident remark, his anger subsided, and a smile formed.

He thought this level of self-assurance was precisely what the next leader should possess.

“Then I will wait for you,” Draco replied, feeling renewed anticipation.

Alec took one final look at Draco’s golems before walking back to his carriage, along with Arthur and Brandon, who were dragging their hostage closely behind.

Although Alec couldn’t inspect Draco’s golems, he now had a clearer idea of what to do for his golem plan.

Meanwhile, Draco suddenly returned to reality and realized he had forgotten to ask why they took a hostage back to the clan.

It was his main objective to ask, but his intense conversation with Alec had momentarily caused him to forget.

“Arrgh, forget it.

He’s the old man’s grandson, after all.

No need to worry,” Draco mumbled, brushing off the oversight.

With that, the carriages resumed their journey; Draco now refocused on the task.