Emperor's Reckoning - Chapter 1165: Lyon vs Eternal Golem (Past)

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As Lyon stood at the forefront, a wave of unease rippled through the ranks of the other adventurers. The sheer scale of the impending war stretched out before them, a daunting sight that fueled whispers of doubt and uncertainty. The murmurs among the adventurers were a cacophony of fear, their words laden with the weight of impending doom.

“Heading into certain death,” one adventurer mumbled to another, casting a furtive glance at the vast army of golems and diverse races that awaited them. “We’re just pawns in a battle we can’t win.”

Yet, amid the rising doubts, a brave few attempted to counter the prevailing fear. “Have some faith! Lyon Torga is leading us. The Grand Adventurer himself!” argued a hopeful voice, attempting to inject confidence into the hesitant group.

The contrasting tones of trepidation and optimism clashed, creating an atmosphere of tension. Uncertainty painted the faces of many, but the mere mention of Lyon’s name sparked a glimmer of hope, a belief that their salvation might lie in the prowess of the renowned Grand Adventurer.

As Lyon maintained his confident stance, he could sense the undercurrent of fear within his own ranks. It was a crucial moment, one where leadership and charisma would play a pivotal role in shaping the outcome of the impending battle. The weight of expectations, both hopeful and fearful, rested heavily on Lyon’s shoulders as the clash of ideologies reverberated through the air, echoing the uncertainty of war.

Lyon stood tall on the cliff, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the vast army assembled below. Behind him, a diverse group of adventurers awaited his command, their expressions a mix of anticipation and trust. The enemy, an overwhelming force of golems and various races, seemed to stretch endlessly across the landscape.

With an air of unshakeable confidence, Lyon’s gaze narrowed on the opposing army. “Well, isn’t this a delightful welcoming committee?” he quipped, his voice carrying a tone that bordered on arrogance. The golems, devoid of expression, stood motionless, their stone forms contrasting with Lyon’s casual demeanor.

Cecile reminded Lyon, “Lyon, you remember what’s at stake right? If we lose, the greater half of Mortal World will be under the Eternal Golem’s rule, and they are not too kind to human.”

Cecile’s reminder hung in the air, emphasizing the high stakes of the impending battle. Lyon’s response, while acknowledging the gravity of the situation, carried a nonchalant confidence. As the enormity of the Eternal Golem and its accompanying forces lay before them, Lyon couldn’t resist injecting a touch of his trademark bravado into the tense atmosphere.

“I know,” Lyon affirmed, his gaze fixed on the distant arrays of golems and diverse races that served the formidable Eternal Golem. Then, with a smirk playing on his lips, he directed his words toward the colossal adversary.

“I never knew that golems still need to wear helmets, what a welcome!” Lyon taunted, his voice carrying a mix of mockery and amusement. The audacious remark aimed at the Eternal Golem was met with a charged silence, as if the battlefield itself held its breath, anticipating the clash that was about to unfold. The adventurers, caught between trepidation and newfound courage, awaited Lyon’s lead, their fates entwined with the outcome of this bold confrontation.

The colossal voice of the Eternal Golem reverberated across the battlefield in response to Lyon’s taunts. “I’ve heard about your exploits; it’s such a shame that you chose to oppose me. Now death is the only thing coming to you.”

Lyon, undeterred and retaining his signature confidence, quipped back, “For a being who has no tongue, you speak quite well.” His smirk persisted, a fearless retort aimed at the imposing adversary. However, the effect on the adventurers behind him was palpable; Lyon’s audacious banter, while entertaining, couldn’t fully dispel the growing unease among those who faced the daunting prospect of combat against the Eternal Golem and its formidable army.

The air crackled with tension, the impending clash between Lyon’s group of adventurers and the colossal forces of the Eternal Golem drawing nearer with each passing moment. The battlefield, a convergence of mortals and golems, braced for the impending storm of conflict.

Lyon descended with a thunderous impact, his devastating blow sending shockwaves through the array of golems. The destruction was swift, freezing the atmosphere for a moment, a testament to Lyon’s formidable prowess.

As the first clash erupted, Lyon moved with a fluidity that seemed almost effortless. His every strike was a deliberate dance, a display of not just skill but a calculated taunt. “Come on, is this the best you’ve got?” he goaded, parrying attacks with a nonchalant ease that further fueled the frustration of his adversaries.

His words were laced with a mix of sarcasm and genuine amusement, a strategy to unnerve his opponents. “I’ve seen more challenging puzzles in a child’s playroom,” Lyon continued, his every movement accompanied by a taunting remark. The battlefield became a stage, and Lyon reveled in the role of the audacious lead.

Cecile, Selena, Graham, and the others, though accustomed to Lyon’s bravado, couldn’t help but exchange glances at his unyielding confidence. Yet, despite his seemingly arrogant exterior, Lyon’s leadership and combat prowess were the backbone that held their group together.

“Kill him,” the Eternal Golem spoke calmly, its towering form a stoic contrast to the chaos Lyon had unleashed. n/.O1n

“Come at me then!” Lyon taunted, a fearless challenge as he rushed toward the colossal adversary.

“Charge!!!” Cecile’s voice cut through the battlefield, leading the war cry. She leaped down, with Kesya following closely, her laughter echoing with pure joy. Graham, on the other hand, maintained his serious demeanor, focused on the impending battle.

“Chill out, Graham! Hahaha, enjoy the moment!” teased another adventurer, a boy around his age, as they descended through the air.

“Keep up,” Selena instructed, with Liu already following closely, their synchronized steps showcasing their combat prowess.

The remaining adventurers joined the fray with fervent warcries, their collective charge a cacophony of battle-ready determination.

The once stoic expression on the Eternal Golem’s face shifted to seriousness as Lyon proved unstoppable. No matter how thick the golem ranks were, Lyon effortlessly dismantled them, taunting his adversaries with each devastating blow. It became evident to the Eternal Golem that Lyon was not merely a nuisance but a genuine threat — a human capable of standing against their overwhelming might.

“Kill him, kill him! Surround him! Kill the head, and everyone else will surrender!” the Eternal Golem commanded, its booming voice echoing across the battlefield. The golems, heeding the order, converged on Lyon, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

However, Lyon was no stranger to adversity. As the golems closed in, their stone forms attempting to restrict him, Lyon burst forth with incredible force. His war cry resonated through the chaotic battlefield, a defiant declaration against the encroaching threat. The golems shattered like brittle rocks against his strength, and Lyon emerged from the entanglement unscathed, sporting a triumphant smirk.

With a confident stride, Lyon directed his gaze toward the colossal Eternal Golem, who now bore a hint of uncertainty. Lyon seized the moment to taunt his formidable adversary, “Is this the best you’ve got? I expected more from a bunch of rocks!”

The golems, momentarily disoriented by Lyon’s display of power, hesitated before regaining their focus. The Eternal Golem, however, felt the weight of Lyon’s challenge. The human, with his audacity and strength, had disrupted the orchestrated assault.

Emboldened by Lyon’s resilience, the adventurers rallied behind him, pressing the attack against the golems. Cecile, Kesya, Graham, Selena, Liu, and the others fought with renewed vigor, inspired by Lyon’s indomitable spirit.

The colossal Eternal Golem, witnessing Lyon’s audacious display of power and resilience, decided it was time to personally intervene in the war. The earth beneath its colossal frame trembled as it took deliberate steps toward the center of the chaos, its towering figure casting a daunting shadow over the battlefield. With a menacing determination, it lunged forward, closing the distance between them. The ground trembled beneath the weight of its colossal form.

In a breathtaking display of power, the Eternal Golem leaped into the air, wielding its colossal axe with unparalleled strength. The massive weapon descended, tracing a lethal arc aimed directly at Lyon. The air seemed to crackle with tension as the behemoth unleashed its fury upon the audacious human who dared to challenge its dominion.

Lyon, ever the embodiment of confidence, locked eyes with the oncoming threat. His smirk didn’t waver, even in the face of such overwhelming power. As the colossal axe hurtled downward, Lyon prepared for a daring maneuver.

“Big swing for a big guy!”

Lyon taunted, his voice carrying a mix of confidence and mockery. As he hovered in mid-air, the red glint in his eyes intensified, revealing a hint of his more savage nature.

In a swift motion, Lyon kicked against the massive blade of the giant axe directly. The moment Lyon’s kick met the colossal blade of the Eternal Golem, a haunting roar echoed through the battlefield. The sound was neither human nor golem; instead, it carried the unmistakable resonance of a majestic tiger.