The Golem Mage

Chapter 267: Royal Born ( Part 3).

The Minotaur swiftly moved to the side, creating a space between himself and the charging Centaur Prince

Who was wielding a golden spear with valor.

With every powerful stride, the Centaur’s hooves resonated with strength as he closed in on Elder Alfred, who happened to be the nearest to him.

Elder Alfred swiftly evaluated the unfolding events, his gaze shining with unwavering resolve.

Waving his staff with practiced grace, he began chanting ancient incantations

his deep, melodic voice infusing the air with renewed power, further fortifying the runes that were present.

[< Special Ability – Sleep invasion >]

Waves of tranquil energy radiated from Elder Alfred, conjuring an ethereal image of a Koala behind him.

With a deft motion, he summoned a mesmerizing cloud of shimmering dust from one of the immense runes.@@@@

The luminous dust surged forward, enveloping the Centaur in a drowsy aura, lulling him into a state of drowsiness.

However, the resilient Centaur fought off the enchanting fog, resisting its seductive pull.

Determined, he focused all his willpower on his objective.

Elder Alfred snorted in response as he witnessed the Centaur’s valiant resistance to the spell.

Unyielding, the Centaur pressed on, his golden spear gleaming under the blood-red moonlight. Meanwhile, Terran observed from the sidelines, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Elder Alfred grew impatient and pointed his staff directly at the Centaur.

The runes streaked through the air, aimed at their target.

However, the Centaur skillfully parried each spell with the swift movements of his spear, evading the sleep-inducing magic.

The Centaur’s motions were a whirlwind of grace and precision, effortlessly countering Elder Alfred’s attacks despite his drowsy state.

With lethal accuracy, his spear sliced through the air.

As the battle between the Centaur Prince and Elder Alfred intensified,

Terran decided to provide support from the sidelines

Since he deemed it too dangerous to directly engage in the crossfire between the two.

Their clash escalated, their battle prowess bordering on the peak of Tier 8

even inching toward the destructive range of Tier 9.

With authority in his voice, Terran swiftly cast a spell, harnessing his mastery over earth elemental magic.

Towering stones and pillars erupted from the ground, creating barriers and obstacles in the Centaur’s path.

Nevertheless, the nimble Centaur adeptly navigated the treacherous terrain,

Terran frowned but begrudgingly but still threw his sword over.

While they grumbled, the Minotaur cheered at the change of events, sensing that the Centaur possessed even more talent than most of the Tier 9 royals born in recent years.

The Centaur dashed toward Elder Alfred once again, completely ignoring Terran.

Terran’s attacks were too slow to disrupt the Centaur’s movements, let alone hit him.

He saw Terran as a mosquito, a mere nuisance. His main target had always been Alfred.

And Alfred, on the other hand, injected his Mana into the sword, illuminating the engraved runes, on it.

But this time, they took a different approach.

When Terran used the sword, it gave a feeling of strength and heaviness. But now, as Alfred wielded it, it emanated a sense of slumber and imprisonment.

Sword and spear clashed as the two masters of different races confronted each other.

However, while the Centaur was pushed back ten meters, Alfred was flung away, crashing into a wall.

Alfred looked tiredly at his waist, where blood dripped, and cursed once again.

"Shit! I even got injured, Ahhhh, now I’m incredibly mad, Just know that you forced me to do this."

The Centaur bent in an awkward way after hearing Alfred’s words, preparing for a potentially dangerous move. However, he was left stunned the next moment.

Alfred transformed into a streak of light and dashed back towards the location of the Academy.

"Don’t worry, little tee, I’m going to get reinforcements, I’m sure that Centaur is not interested in attacking you, so you should be safe,"

Alfred shamelessly ran away from the battlefield.

He had wanted to fight back, but he realized why he had lost so miserably.

The Centaur had started comprehending Force utilization.

While Minotaurs and Centaurs could use force to break free from gravitational effects, it typically took years of countless battles.

However, this newly-born Centaur Prince was comprehending it at a much faster rate than he could keep up with. He felt if the Centaur eventually mastered that force...

With his incredible battle sense and his new Tier 8 realm, Alfred was certain that he would be killed.

His only option was to escape using his light element.

Terran: "¬"

"At least, if you’re going to abandon me, leave my sword with me, you thief," Terran remarked

feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

He turned to the Centaur, raising his hands in defeat, nervously laughing and hoping that the Centaur would not be interested in harming him.

Terran now despised Alfred to the core.

The only reason he didn’t curse out loud was that he didn’t want to provoke the Centaur’s mood.