614: Running.
614: Running.
The Patriarch of the Gordons clan could be seen as he dragged the cloth of the invader Mage, who acted as their leader, with his three golems surrounding him.
The entire outer area of the Gordons clan lay in ruins, completely unrecognizable from its once beautiful setup.
“It seems you’ll be working your ass off for the next month, old Third,” the Fourth Elder of the Gordons clan said, tossing the body of two captured mages he had manage to apprehend to the ground.
Among the elders, the Third elder was the only one who had captured a comparatively low number of invaders, after he finished dealing with one of the invaders
He turned around to find that his capable brothers and their supporting golems had apprehended the majority of the intruders.
“Extra golems should be banned, really!
It’s not fair,” the Third Elder grumbled, delivering a forceful strike with his Naginata blade to the face of his captive, knocking him out.
“Don’t be a grumpy old man, now let’s see who this is,” the Patriarch said, reaching his hand towards the human face mask worn by the invader he had captured.
However, before he could remove it, a massive teorite hurtled towards their location.
“Watch out, George!” the Fifth Elder shouted, but the teorite descended faster than expected, resulting in a thunderous impact as it crashed down on both the patriarch and the invader Mage in his grasp.
Not only that, but following the attack on the patriarch, the rest of the outer region was soon bombarded in a teorite shower.
“I thought we were going in to rescue the guys, this could get them all killed!” one of the mages who had arrived beside the City Lord, who was now wearing a mask, questioned, expressing his surprise that the City Lord had launched a direct attack like this.
“I’m not interested in killing them all.
I just want to ensure that the one in the hands of the Gordons’ Patriarch is dead, we ca here to extract people, but I don’t think you’ll be able to forcefully retrieve anything from that man’s grasp.”
“ He’s a dangerous individual, now that I’ve disoriented them, swoop down and save those you can, and kill those you can’t” the masked City Lord barked out his orders to the two mages who had flown over with him.
They swiftly descended, administering pills to so of the rescued invader mages before assisting them to their feet.
Without hesitation, they began to fly away, but as soon as they were rising back to the air, they realized that they had lost four mages from the teorite bombardnt, they had arrived as a group of ten Mage, but now only six remained.
Devastated by their swift defeat at the hands of the Gordons clan, their once towering confidence, due to their high Tier rank, crumbled within minutes of battle.
As they escaped, the City Lord watched their backs, dragging teorites down to the outer region of the Gordons clan, to hinder any form of pursuit from the Gordons clan.
“Don’t think you can co and go as you please!
Leave behind your life!” a raspy voice broke through the chaotic aftermath of the explosions.
The Gordons’ Patriarch burst forth from the lingering smoke, erging from the fog that had shrouded the outer region of their hos due to the teorite bombardnt.
When the City Lord laid eyes upon him, he could hardly recognize him, the Patriarch had fused with his Cyclops Eyes Golem, transforming him into an intimidating figure resembling a black knight clad in armor.
The golems body had transford into an armor that tightly enveloped his body, with the distinctive T-shaped helt on his head and the bull horns protruding from both sides of the helt.
Even while levitating in the air, he held the deceased invader leader firmly in his left hand.
Despite the invader’s severely charred body, George maintained a strong grip on the dead body.
The City Lord, looking at George, couldn’t help but smile, he had been certain that such an attack would be incapable of eliminating George, that’s why he is playing all this sches as he is not ready to tear down all pretence yet.
‘Just how strong are you?
Taking a Tier 8 attack so effortlessly, without even a concussion—you truly are full of wonders,’ the city lord thought.
But his musings were abruptly interrupted when he saw George raise his right hand, causing hundreds of earth spikes to shoot up into the sky.
These spikes were engulfed in what appeared to be red-blackish flas.
While the earth spikes were likely a result of his elental control, the flas were undoubtedly an attribute of the golem he had rged with.
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