The Golem Mage - Chapter 790

Chapter 790: Showdown.
Despite being prepared for what was to come, Alec knew that taking on a Tier 7 zombie alone was nearly impossible.

As he locked eyes with the rapidly approaching Agility-type zombie, he realized there was no way to evade the incoming attack, his only option was to steel his resolve and take the strike head-on.

Bang!

The impact was immediate, the Low Tier 7 Agility-type zombie lunged, slamming its claws toward Alec. In response, Alec swept his right hand forward, summoning seven layers of earth shields in rapid succession.

This wasn’t just an ordinary Low Tier defensive spell anymore, it was one of his most advanced techniques, which had now been refined to the mid-tier rank, and the once rough, rocky shields now gleamed with a polished, brown earth hue, their surfaces smooth and reinforced.

The more mana he poured in, the more layers stacked up, but even at his limit, he couldn’t push beyond the seventh shield.

Still, Alec had always been confident in this defence, as no mid-tier mage he had faced had ever managed to break more than three layers, that confidence made him believe he could at least withstand the initial strike from the mutated zombie.

But the moment the claws collided with his spell, Alec’s confidence shattered, he watched in horror as his shields crumbled one by one, disintegrating under the sheer force of the attack, they didn’t even slow the zombie down, it was like slicing through paper with a razor-sharp blade.

In a split second, the claws were inches from his chest, reacting on instinct, Alec clenched his fist, his Qi surging and coating his hand in a swirling mix of red and brown hues, with all his strength, he launched a desperate counterstrike.

Boom!

The resulting explosion sent him hurtling backward away from on top his shadow wolf mount, his body skidding across the ground, as he gritted his teeth, struggling to regain control and cushion his fall as the sheer force of the clash reverberated through his entire frame.

After five gruelling seconds, a massive earth pillar shot up from the ground due to his manipulation of the earth.

A split second later, Alec’s body slammed into it, bringing his momentum to an abrupt halt, to onlookers, it seemed strange, as to why would he willingly crash into the pillar? But in reality, he had used it to counteract the force of the zombie’s attack, allowing him to regain his footing.

As the makeshift wall behind him crumbled into dust, Alec pushed himself upright, spitting blood onto the ground.

The battlefield fell into a stunned silence.

The golems froze, the low-rank Gordon mages were in shock, even the mid-rank mages of the Gordons clan, that was still caught up in their own battles, hesitated, contemplating whether they should fall back.

But then, Brandon stepped forward, he clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay steady as he spoke, his voice carrying across the battlefield.

“Keep fighting! Under Alec’s name, kill as many as you can, or he’s going to be pissed when this is over!”

Brandon knew Alec’s orders well, no matter what happened, they were to fight until their bodies could no longer move.

Retreat was never an option, not even if Alec himself was in danger, the battle plan had to be followed at all costs, as Alec never wanted them to turn their back on their opponents.

With that speech from Brandon they were all motivated to kill more so they could help Alec fast.

As all this unfolded, Midnight’s aura surged.

The once-hidden power within the shadow wolf beast finally broke through its previous limits, shattering the illusion of being a mere Peak Tier 5. Its true strength radiated outward for the first time, Midnight was a Mid-Tier 6 soul beast.

Standing closest to the agility-type zombie, Midnight let out a guttural snarl, its body tensed, muscles coiled as if preparing to lunge, the hunger for battle was clear in its glowing red eyes.

But Alec knew better.

Despite its formidable strength, Midnight was still a mid-rank beast, if it tried to face a high-rank, Type 3 zombie alone, it would be nothing short of suicide.

Even though soul beasts didn’t die permanently when killed, they still suffered a severe period of weakness, and to recover, they needed to be fed souls, without them, Midnight would take far too long to return to full strength.

And in a battle like this, that was a risk Alec couldn’t afford.

[> Recall – Midnight <]

Alec called Midnight back, pulling down the top of his kimono to reveal his bare chest, as Midnight’s form began to swirl, dissolving into dark shadows that flowed through the air before settling onto Alec’s back like a living tattoo.

The shadow wolf’s head was etched onto his shoulder, its eyes gleaming faintly, as if still observing the battlefield.

Even in its tattooed form, Midnight was watching, it had moved from its usual position, wanting to see the fight unfold up close. But Alec didn’t have time to concern himself with the whims of his bloodline soul beast.

This technique caught the attention of many mages that were watching the battle from within the city, lower-rank warriors on the battlefield close to the city gates, and even those from within the Gordon clan.

Yet, at this moment, none of them paid it much mind, too focused on the chaos of war.

Except for one person—the City Lord.

His gaze sharpened as he observed Alec’s Tattoo technique, his mind racing with questions, was this a secret ability of the entire Gordon family? Or was it something unique to Alec alone?

Meanwhile, others watching Alec weren’t pondering such mysteries, they were wondering something far more immediate, and that was how exactly did Alec plan to survive a fight against a Tier 7 lifeform?

His golems were strong, but the ones nearest to him were only Tier 5.

The two terrifying Tier 6 golems, Titan and Legion, were too far away to intervene, those observing the battle believed that only they had a chance at holding their own against a Tier 7 zombie.

Despite the weight of the situation, Alec remained calm, he took a slow breath, his eyes locked onto the enemy before him.

The agility-type zombie levitated a short distance away, its presence vastly different from the countless others that Alec’s army had been cutting down.

This was a Type 3 Zombie, one that had undergone three separate evolutions.

Alec studied it carefully, trying to pinpoint the mutations that made it so dangerous, The elongated, razor-sharp claws were obvious one of the three, but there were at least two other mutated features that set it apart from the others.

And he needed to figure them out fast.

Alec needed to figure out the zombie’s mutations fast, so he could know which attacks to expect could mean the difference between survival and death.

The creature’s blue skin was unlike the others, and its lean, muscular frame set it apart from the strength-type zombies.

It was built for speed, its long legs perfectly adapted for rapid movement, but what truly caught Alec’s attention was the way it stood there, simply watching him, it wasn’t just some mindless beast—it was calculating.

This one was intelligent.

In fact, its sharp dark green gaze and composed posture suggested it had an even higher intellect than the Type 2 zombies Alec had encountered before.

Then, it spoke.

“How do you want to die? Decapitation or a strike straight to the heart?”

Alec’s eyes narrowed slightly, momentarily caught off guard.

He wasn’t shocked that it could speak, after all he had encountered a few high-rank zombies with speech capabilities before, and Type 1 and Type 2 mental zombies were already known to have the ability of speech and can communicate with the other zombies , so it made sense that high-rank zombies would develop the same ability as they evolved to such level in their racial ladder.

What intrigued Alec was the sheer confidence in its words, it assumed it could kill him easily.

Causing a slow smile to blossom across Alec’s face.

“Well, would you look at that?” he mused.

“A lot of people have wanted me dead for a long time now… yet here I am, still standing, so get in line, buddy, because you’re about to be skewered.” His grip tightened on the scabbard of his Changdao, his finger muscles tensing in anticipation to push the hilt of the blade.

Without hesitation, he barked out his command.

“Butcher. Oni. Hive Queen—run it.”

With that, Alec launched forward, his left hand still resting on his sword’s hilt.

The intricate Yakuza-style beast soul tattoos stretched across his back only added to his already menacing aura.

As he soared into the air, lunging straight for the agility-type zombie, he looked every bit like the bad ass he was.