The Golem Mage

Terran and his wolf mount flew a few meters away after being hit by the Minotaur , blood was dripping from his hands as he bravely parried and deflected the Minotaur's strikes.

Despite his injuries, the wolf landed gracefully on a nearby mountain, preparing for another attack.

As the wolf rebounded towards the Minotaur, who was determined to reach the city, the Minotaur shouted in anger

"You! Stay out of my way, human!"

The Minotaur had initially been excited to fight Terran, but after thirty minutes of battling without being able to gain an advantage or inflict serious injury

The fight had become boring to him, With time running out, and him wanting to rush through his mission as time was of essence , but Terran kept persisting like an undying cockroach.

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"Will you finally reveal the reason why he's able to match the Minotaur's speed?, We need to know in order to help him defeat the Minotaur,"

Keith spoke up, his voice seemingly righteous but his face betraying a hidden greed.

In fact, all the other mages around him couldn't hide the greed that reflected on their faces.

Walter couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and anger as Keith continued to twist the truth, portraying himself as righteous while Walter, who had withheld information, was labeled as evil and selfish.

He let out a scoff, but managed to rein in his anger, knowing that the odds were currently against them.

"It's his mount!"

Walter exclaimed, hoping to catch Keith's attention.

"Hmm"

Keith looked at him with a dazed expression, clearly not understanding what Walter was getting at.

Without wasting any time, Walter threw a skill tome towards Keith, who seemed to have a strong desire for treasure, even in the face of danger.

"That tome is a copy of a skill called Spirit Link, It has three stages. By deepening the bond with their chosen beast, one can merge their minds together, giving them heightened awareness when they fight together," Walter explained.

"And if they reach a high level of assimilation, there's no reason why they wouldn't be able to recreate that."

Walter pointed towards Terran, who was still fighting above and managing to restrain the Minotaur despite his annoyed demeanor.

Even with Walter's explanation, Keith still looked suspicious, doubt plastered all over his face.

However, the other eager mages couldn't resist and dashed towards Keith , ready to learn and understand more.

As the mages grabbed the skill tome from Keith's hand, a tense atmosphere hung in the air.

Battle seemed imminent, as every mage was eager to learn the skills that allowed them to form a mind link with their mounts.

This connection would greatly enhance their spatial awareness and enable them to surpass the limitations of their own strength in evading attacks.

Walter kept a watchful eye on Maze, expecting some kind of reaction from him or his group.

But To his surprise, no one moved among Maze's group.

It led Walter to consider that maybe Terran's intuition was correct.

It was never easy to quell the greed of others, especially when such opportunities were presented. However, Maze's current actions of restraint surprised him.

"Alright, that's enough,"

Keith spoke up, breaking the tension as the skill Tome entered his hands again, and being one of the two biggest faction in the city everyone gave him face to hear what he had to say.

"This skill tome belongs to all of humanity, and we all have the chance to study it, Gather round and try to decipher its meaning, so we can assist our city's hero Terran."

Keith laid the skill tome on the ground, completely open and exposed.

Walter's eyes trembled with a realization, but he quickly feigned ignorance.

He didn't want Keith to catch on to his true intentions.

Walter averted his gaze from Keith, noting how the selfless act pleased many of the gathered mages.

They rushed to quickly scan through the skill tome, realizing that it was surprisingly easy to comprehend.

After a few attempts, they had a basic understanding of the skill.

As the mages moved aside, making way for another group to memorize the skill tome, those who had already learned it couldn't contain their excitement.

They eagerly awaited the opportunity to test their new skills and showcase their improved prowess in battle.

The reason for their quick acquisition of the skill was that it wasn't particularly difficult to learn.

It was more like a typical basic skill that could be mastered after understanding the key components.

The real challenge lay in attaining a strong connection with the chosen demonic mount, taking it to the third level of assimilation.

With their high-ranking mage cultivation, it was relatively easy for them to grasp the skill.

After all, only the most talented individuals were able to reach the prestigious realm of High-Rank Mages, regardless of their initial potential.

Walter surreptitiously glanced at Keith from the side, attempting to conceal his suspicions.

He was convinced that Keith hadn't learned the skill, despite his previous insistence on obtaining the skill tome.

That realization dawned on Walter, confirming his suspicions that Keith's true intentions were never focused solely on learning the skill.

Just as Walter had his doubts about Keith, it seemed that Keith harbored suspicions about Walter as well.

The mages who had successfully linked with their newly summoned mounts felt a noticeable increase in their spatial awareness.

Although it may not have been a substantial improvement, But for a High-Rank Mage, any enhancement translated into significant progress in overall battle power.

With a smug laugh, the first group of mages took to the air, choosing the Minotaur as their practice target.

As Where else could they find someone to practice against, especially when they were currently being restrained by another formidable mage like Terran?

Terran, who had anticipated their approach, skillfully retreated in the air, displaying an evasive ability that left the charging mage in awe.

Upon seeing the mages rushing toward him, the Minotaur grew infuriated.

He had already been held down by Terran, and now he had to deal with another group of mages intercepting him.

He felt as though he had wasted his resources, using them to bribe the Orcs, only to gain nothing in return, he had not expected such an high resistance from the human army waiting.

"Ahhhh!!!"

In a fit of anger, the Minotaur swung his massive war hammer.

A luminous, whitish glowing hammer image materialized and slammed into the multitude of mages flying towards him.

Recognizing the immense power behind the strike, the mages knew that attempting to block it would result in severe injury, if not death.

After all The strike came from a Minotaur who had breached the realm of the High Tier 8.

They attempted to evade the attack by utilizing their connection with their mounts, mimicking the stunts performed by Terran.

However, a problem arose when their mounts seemed to become stagnant, unable to move at all.

It was then they realized the drawbacks of linking with a demonic beast: if they issued a command that exceeded their assimilation level, the beast would inevitably pause for a moment.

And Due to their low assimilation, they couldn't override the command quickly enough.

Yet, in a battle between High Rank Mages, even a single second was enough to inflict countless injuries on an opponent.

As the enormous War hammer image connected, each and every mage was sent hurtling down to the ground, crashing like meteorites plummeting from space.

As they crashed onto the ground, the impact creating a massive 300-meter wide crater, the mages were left coughing up blood, their bodies broken and wounded. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Many of them were forced out of the battle, their internal injuries too severe to continue fighting.

"Who do these clowns think they are, believing they can challenge a Tier 8 expert like myself?"

the Minotaur scoffed, his arrogance returning.

Terran had caused him to doubt himself during their prolonged fight, but now, after effortlessly dispatching over twenty Tier 7 mages with a single strike, the Minotaur regained his confidence.

With this display of power, he was now certain that Terran was the one odd one here.

And The Minotaur was willing to resort to forbidden techniques if it meant finally killing Terran.

In the Minotaur's eyes, leaving Terran alive was not an option.