The Golem Mage - Chapter 707

Chapter 707: Demonkin.

Chapter 707: Demonkin.

The attacks from both Dragov and Alec finally clashed, illuminating the battle stage with their distinct lights.

Alec€™s side glowed with a fierce bloodlust, accompanied by his blazing black and red flames that seemed to merge together, while Dragov€™s side radiated an azure light that blended with the vibrant green of his mutated wind element, creating a storm of chaos in the air.

Energy levels surged as the friction between them sparked bursts of electricity, the protective light shield around the arena trembled violently, prompting several High Tier rank mages on standby to appear from various angles and channel their mana to contain the destructive shockwave generated by their combined energy inside the light shield.

Bang!

After about thirty seconds of struggle, both combatants were sent sprawling backwards by the explosion of their attacks.

Alec twisted mid-air, soaring off the light shield before repositioning himself to land in the center of the stadium.

The resounding impact of Alec€™s and Dragov€™s bodies slamming into the ground was enough to rouse those who had thought Dragov already had the victory secured, as Alec struggled to rise, he felt the drain of casting such high level moves continuously, as he could already feel his mana dwindling to critically low levels.

Opposite him, Dragov had reverted back to the second stage of his Bloodline transformation, as he was unable to maintain the third stage due to how fast it was depleting his mana.

Though he had returned to the second stage of his bloodline transformation, but his dragon scales now lacked the shine and luster they had once displayed during his initial transformation.

Alec also noted Dragov€™s exhausted state, and as Dragov got to his feet, he decided to finish the fight with a brawl, sensing that they both had little mana left.

Seeing through Dragov€™s intentions, Alec smiled and extended his hand toward him as Dragov attempted to close the distance.

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The moment Alec activated this infernal mantle skill, his pale complexion regained its colour as he felt his mana pool replenishing, the stored mana in the Veil of Ashes magical robe helped him recover his mana without the long wait.

This was why Alec considered the Veil of Ashes to be like a power bank armour set, as he felt his aura rising back to its peak, Dragov grew increasingly confused, realizing that he was losing to Alec due to his opponent€™s specialized spirit equipment.

And he regretted not being cautious enough from the start when Alec summoned the spirit equipment set.

€œSurrender or die!€ Alec threw Dragov€™s own words back at him as over a hundred pointed earth shards were manipulated by him and they rose from the ground, aimed directly at Dragov.

€œNever!€ Despite knowing he had lost, Dragov€™s pride wouldn€™t allow him to surrender; he would prefer to be defeated than to give in.

€œRelease!€ Alec finally commanded, pointing his right hand at Dragov and designating the legion of earth shards levitating around him a target to inflict pain on.

Dragov faced the tornado of earth elemental attacks before being launched off the stage, completely unconscious from Alec last spell.

His body had simply reached its limit after all the strain of drawing on more mana to maintain his bloodline transformation.

The crowd fell silent at the unexpected defeat of Dragov, and Damien, seated nearby, could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Dragov€™s defeated form on the ground.

€œAnd the winner is Alec Gordons, captain of the War God Academy team!€ The red-haired referee could no longer contain his excitement; he shouted the announcement with such enthusiasm that it sent the entire War God Mage Academy fan base into a frenzy.

As he witnessed the wild reactions of the War God Academy supporters, Damien finally understood why Dragov had suggested they forfeit the remaining matches if he ever lost to Alec, fighting with such conditions after they lost the championship was discouraging .

Putting aside any lingering feelings, Damien threw a white towel into the center of the battle stage.

In response, the rest of the War God Academy team rushed to join Alec on the stage, celebrating their victory.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the War God Academy team, who had been previously seen as underdogs, had finally overcame all the obstacles in their path and claimed their spot as the number one academy in the Northern Kingdom.

Just then, as everyone revelled in the celebration, a loud beam of light shot down from a rift in the sky, landing in the center of the stadium.

Bang!

A massive explosion echoed as the beam struck, sending shockwaves through the arena and destroying the protective light shield that had safeguarded the crowd from the battle stage region
€œHello, people of the Northern Kingdom!

Did you miss us?€ A booming voice reverberated as an imposing, evil-looking individual stepped forth from the space rift.

His chest was bare, a long tail swayed behind him, two sharp horns curved backward from his forehead, and his skin glowed a deep purple hue.

€œDemonkin!€ gasps echoed around the arena as the crowd collectively recognized the race, it was the same race that had once terrorized the Royal Palace, plunging it into an era of fear, now after many years of silence from them, they had returned, their presence more menacing than ever.

€œI hope you€™ve not forgotten us because we, the Demonkin, certainly haven€™t forgotten about you lots,€ the leading Demonkin declared, his voice dripping with malice, as he Stretched his arms wide and threw his head back, he unleashed a dark, chilling laugh.

As if summoned by his command, the space gate rippled and out surged an army of Mid ranked Demonkin, their monstrous forms charging into the arena with terrifying speed and precision.