Blood Evolution System

Chapter 159 - Defeating The Golem!

"Guys! Rain down attacks on its body while Vincent is keeping it busy. This is the best time for us to take it out. Don't hold back, and give it yours all. You guys, too! If you have any offensive magic scrolls or other ranged offensive items, then now is the time to use them!"

"Attack!"

Following Varth's instructions, Leilani conjured a hurricane of ice shards using her ice and telekinesis ability, letting them sweep across the grassy field and attack the Magic Golem from every single direction. While Iris activated dozens of fire magic scrolls, choosing the wooden golem as her target.

Vincent saw a flurry of attacks coming towards him and the magic golem, making him feel dread. He immediately disappeared from the face of the world, entering his haven.

The magic golem, however, had no way of escaping Leilani's and Iris's assault.

ARG!

Many ice shards penetrated deep into its body, but some of them chopped off the surface of its body, revealing the condensation of a blue type of energy that laid beneath its surface.

Don't want to die here!

Don't want to fail!

Must complete the task Master Melody gave me!

The magic golem wasn't ready to die. It was far from such thoughts. It needed to complete the task its master and created have given it, no matter how painful it is or how painful it becomes.

The emerald fire in its wide eye sockets burned ferociously as it activated its magic matrix to convert its mana into woods. In an instant, the magic matrix sucked five hundred units of mana from its body, converting it into five thousand wooden branches, each 5-meters wide and ten meters tall.

It opened its mouth, releasing a suction force, and hurried to consume those wooden planks and heal itself.

It was at this point,

BAM

BAM

BAM

A lot of fire attacks landed on its body and the wooden planks it just conjured using its magic matrix.

UGH

The fire arrows shattered through the wooden planks and stabbed into its body, setting it on fire. The spears made out of fire swept across the air, creating a blazing inferno, setting the wooden planks on fire, ending all of its chances of regenerating itself back to the peak. The chains of fire wrapped themselves around its limbs, setting them on fire, intent on consuming them to immobilize it.

The poor magic golem felt itself crumbling apart and opened its mouth wider than before, desperately trying to consume the wooden planks falling from above its head. However, at that very moment, Varth's battle suit finished processing the dark energy crystal, channeling dark energy into the Seven Swords of Night magic technique.

A sword as dark as the veil of the night manifested next to him, and he grabbed it tightly, clutching it into his hand.

"Bring an end to this battle! Seven deadly swords!" Varth said as he brandished the dark sword, releasing it from his hand.

Whoosh

Whoosh

Whoosh

As soon as the black sword left his hand, it split into seven swords, and each sword cut through the air, making whistling sounds as they shoot towards the magic golem.

The swords seemed like shooting stars to the golem's eyes as they moved so fast that it could only see a trial of black in the white mist, and before it knew it, they penetrated deep into its core, destabilizing its mana flow.

The golem howled in pain, feeling the worst pain in its life. Mana wasn't only its source of power but also its life. It was the very thing that made it up. It was the essence of life and also its soul. It getting damaged felt horrendously painful, making it cry out for dear life.

Nevertheless, the magic golem didn't die.

It wasn't willing to be defeated by a bunch of people who were still wet behind the ears. Although its power was sealed, it was still a special-grade magic scroll. It had its pride and also wanted to fulfill its responsibilities.

Fairy Melody has sternly instructed it to not let the Challenger from outside succeed in this trial. Otherwise, these outsiders will get their hand on the treasures of Roselia, something that neither it or the fairy wanted to see.

If possible, they wanted outsiders to never visit Roselia's resting place or disturb her rest. However, they were loyal to their master, so loyal that they followed her last will word to word. And let people come to challenge her trials as they wish. But a lot of them used their master items to commit evil deeds, instead of doing good.

The actions of the challengers in the past have indeed made them disappointed and deep down they know that they were resentful to the Challengers, who were nothing before they passed a few of Roselia's trials and got some of her powerful items.

They wanted to stop others from coming here, however, they didn't want to disobey their master.

Thus, they came to an agreement that they will follow Roselia's will word to word but make the trials more challenging than before, so that only a few would be able to pass them and get life and destiny-changing items.

'They still aren't worthy.

'No!

'I won't consider them worthy until I fight them to the bitter end.

'Until my last breath.

'Let's see if they can take on my most powerful move and still make it out alive.

'If they can, then they are undoubtedly worthy enough to enter the castle and challenge the next trial.'

The Mighty Magic Golem thought as it poured seven hundred units of mana into its magic matrix, leaving itself with only a single unit in order to activate the most powerful magic it could use in its deeply wounded and exhausted state. The light of might began to spread out from its body. Then, the several challengers saw an awe-inspiring, majestic, and incorporeal brown hue manifesting around its body, splitting into several dozens of parts, each taking the shape of a profound inscription made up of seven dozen inscription patterns.

These inscriptions cascaded to the grassy ground before spreading a few meters long and a few meters wide, taking circular shapes. It was at that moment that the flow of wind in the mysterious violet froze completely. The trees and the ground began to tremble as the circles lit up in bright green glows.

Spirit Summoning Magic: Rise of the grass golem!

Out of these circles, several dozen golems made out of grass came out and every one of them was the size of an average human.

The golem commanded them to take defeat the challengers. They followed its command and charged towards the challenger. Midway towards them, grass swirled around their hands, taking the shape of a lance with a sharp pointy edge.

"Guys, it's on its last leg. It's probably using them to bide for time. Maybe it's planning to regenerate or it's just pulling our legs. No matter what, just keep on attacking. Defeat the golems and them aim for it!" Varth said at the top of his lungs, shooting a few of the grass golem down to the ground. His demonic bullets were no joke, a single one didn't only blast half a grass golem to smithereens but also killed the ones behind it. A single shot was all it took to take down seven out of the sixty grass golems.

"It's our turn to shine."

Nevis and John joined the fray, fighting the grass golem in close combat. Nevis used his hands as his weapons, sometimes using them as swords to chop the enemies in half, and sometimes using them as a shield to block the enemy lance. John, on the other hand, has taken a liking to daggers and they proved to be extremely useful in this situation. He just needed to evade the lance stabs and close into the enemies to deal the finishing blow.

Leilani was too tired and she didn't have a lot of magic power in her heart, but she still tried to assist the others to the best of her ability. Iris seemed to have come prepared

The grass golems seemed like paper tigers as they fell under the beautiful power of friendly… Not! It was the power of teamwork.

However, many more grass golems popped out of the circle.

They once again brawled it out with them.

It seemed like a loop!

"It should be about time for the curse of the seven swords to activate." Varth thought in his mind while looking at the Mighty Magic Golem trying to shake Vincent off of him.

While all of this was going on one side of the battlefield, the Mighty Magic Golem had its hand full dealing with Vincent on the other side,

"Please just accept your defeat," Vincent spoke in a polite voice.

He was able to feel the determination and will of the Magic Golem. Its determination to stop them. Its will to know if they are worthy to enter the castle and the resting place of its master or not.

He respected the golem for that.

However, he needed to enter her resting place for various reasons of his own. His reasons weren't righteous, but they weren't evil either.

'Defeat me by shattering my magic core and I will!' The Mighty Magic Golem Conveyed its thoughts through its action. It slammed its body into the castle gates and then onto the ground, trying to shake Vincent off of him.

However, Vincent stuck to it like a leech sucking human blood. Nevertheless, he was having a hard time balancing himself, let alone land the finishing blow on its body.

Suddenly, the curse of the seven swords of night came to fruition, and chains of darkness bust forth from their hilts, seeping into the depth of the golem's mana flow, sealing all of its movement.

"Now's the time!"

Vincent used his crimson swords to chop his way towards the golem's weakness; its magic core. The magic core of the golem only had a single unit of mana left on it, but this single unit was keeping it alive. But it will lose it the moment its magic core is destroyed, signifying the end of its life.

After slicing at its body for a good three minutes, Vincent came face to face with its emerald magic core. Without any hesitation, he brandishes his words, landing two slashes on its magic core, slicing them into three parts, butchering it like a pig.

The magic golem dropped to the ground with a dull thud, the emerald flames burning in its eye socket and inside of its emerald eyes vanished, disappearing into a puff of green smoke.

The moment it died, the circles on the ground also lost their shines and the grass golem also fell to the ground.