The Golem Mage - Chapter 22 Power Throw

22  Power Throw

” My Turn!”

Legion broke his stance and thrust his spear towards one of the afterimages circling around him, resulting in a loud metallic clash.

The exchange between Legion’s spear and the zombie’s claws revealed the clear victor as the zombie’s body was sent flying, and shocking the mages on how he had been quick to find the Zombie.

Without hesitation, Legion chased after the zombie, that was still flying and unleashed a series of fast spear thrusts.

Though the Zombie attempted to block some of the strikes, it couldn’t defend against them all, leading to bloody spots appearing on its body, as all of Legions strike had landed.

During each attack, Legion used his left arm to push the shield closer, causing the Zombie’s own attacks to rebound and forcing it to take several steps back.

Before the Zombie could recover, Legion swiftly slashed towards its head, with the spear tip horizontally.

“It seems Legion has incorporated Titan’s mace techniques into his fighting style again, This golem is truly a martial fanatic,” Alec pondered.

Sensing the imminent danger to its life, the zombie raised its hand to block Legion’s strike.

But with a hoarse voice, Legion proclaimed, “Big mistake!”

His slash possessed even greater strength, completely severing the zombie’s hand.

The zombie shrieked in pain as Legion followed up with another upward slash, grazing its face and cutting deep into its right eye.

The bloody scene was both intimidating and awe-inspiring as Legion’s body became coated in the blood of the (Peak) Tier 1 zombie.

With unwavering confidence, he aimed his spear at the zombie.

“This match is over,”

Agnes sighed, acknowledging her own shortsightedness.

The (Peak) Tier 1 Speed Demon Zombie attempted to flee, but Legion swiftly rotated his spear and hurled it towards the zombie, as if performing a javelin throw.

The spear soared through the air at an astonishing speed, propelled by an unseen force. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l–B1n.

It flew straight, piercing the zombie’s head and embedding itself into the ground below.

The zombie’s body trembled continuously until it finally lost all strength and died.

Legion cautiously approached the fallen zombie and removed his Punisher Spear, which was still embedded in its head.

With the extraction of the spear, a notification appeared before Alec’s eyes:

[New skill created: Power Throw]

[Power Throw: Level 1] (Exclusive to spear weapons only)

“This just adds to the questions I have to ask the system,”

Alec muttered to himself, contemplating the mysterious development.

He called all his golems closer, taking them into his space pouch, except for Titan and Legion.

“That was so cool, Boss! How did you manage to acquire a golem this strong?” Arthur exclaimed, gathering with the rest of the family around Alec.

Alec was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond.

He remained quiet until the Lanzt family caught up with them.

Bryan extended his hand for a handshake.

“Thanks for taking care of this problem and saving all of us.”

“No biggie, Its was what we were ordered to do, after all,”

Alec replied, shaking Bryan’s hand and shrugging off his gratitude.

“I guess we owe you one,” Bryan said appreciatively.

“Not actually, See you later, we have to go,” Alec remarked, turning back to continue on with the Gordon family.

attacker from the Big 3 Golem That the Gordons Patriach was know for.

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“Wait!” Alec heard a voice calling out.

When he turned around, he saw an old man staring at him, stroking his long beard.

“Patriarch!” the Lanzt family exclaimed, quickly cupping their hands and bowing to greet their family leader.

Alec was surprised to see the man, feeling a powerful aura press down on him, attempting to make him bow.

Gritting his teeth, he resisted the pressure, ensuring he didn’t bow.

In a defensive response, both Legion and Titan stepped forward, shielding Alec from the aura emanating from the old man.

“Hmm, weird, What’s your name, boy?” the Lanzt family patriarch inquired.

Before Alec could answer, his grandfather’s voice intervened.

“Are you not ashamed of bullying my grandson so much?, Who do you think you are?” Alec’s grandfather suddenly appeared by his side, shocking all the members of the Gordon family.

‘It seems the patriarch has been watching over us all this time, restraining themselves from helping the younger generation,’ all of the Gordon’s younger members thought, except for Alec.

He was certain that someone had been protecting them.

After all, this exercise was meant to train them, not kill them.

He just hadn’t expected his grandfather to be the one watching over them.

“I mean no harm, George, I’m just curious about his identity,” the Lanzt patriarch said.

“Hmph, curious indeed, My grandson saved your kids and spared you from embarrassment in front of the city council, Instead of repaying them, you unleashed your aura on them,” Alec’s grandfather retorted, refusing to back down.

As one of His Golem rose from the ground, the Gordon family gasped in awe.

“It’s one of the Big 3,” Agnes whispered, her eyes fixed on the Three golems that was just summoned, with the one in the middle appearing particularly intimidating.

With its long sword pierced into the ground, it resembled an elite knight, covered in silver stones that seemed to act as armor.

It emitted a constant aura of killing intent, strong enough to choke the kids to death if not for the patriarch’s shielding.

“This hasn’t gone too far, George,” the Lanzt family patriarch shivered, feeling the aura of the main attacker from the Big 3 Golem That the Gordons Patriach was know for.

It was a Tier 7, just like the old man.

No one was aware that The Gordons Patriarch now possessed a Tier 7 golem.

Even the Lanzt patriarch, a Tier 5 mage, knew that going against the Gordon family patriarch would be suicide.

He couldn’t help but scold himself inwardly now.

“Whoa, the patriarch is so badass!, No wonder you’re his grandson. The genes really flowed into you,” Arthur remarked, only to receive another knock on his head.