Chapter 158 - Immobilizer

As the deformed body of the elder golem bent down as if looking at each one of them, Alastor held with a firm grip on his sword. He felt his body shoot down to a shivering state.

He couldn’t get passed to it. The emotionless, passive, empty voided eyes struck his nerve into an immeasurable superfluous thought. Alastor loses his grip on reality.

The golem gave a wide birth of inhaling. The air made a gushing sound, the pressure began to usurp in one direction. Moments after, the elder golem stopped, holding its breath in its lungs. But the curious action begins to manifest then after. The elder golem exhaled the air with a loud growl that put immense pressure on the ground, mainly aiming at the hunters including Alastor.

“Damn it!” Alastor shouted.

The hunters with him quickly cast a spell covering them under the pile of earth walls.

It was dark, but he can tell that it’s not going well outside. Through the trembling wall, they felt the force that of the attack. It was like they got hit by the force of a storm itself. The rumbling voice then took over and the shrill of wind passed then finally, there is silence.

As the wall of earth crumbled, they witnessed the land itself deformed, and yet the temple remained intact. It appeared that the protective spell they yattering about is not just an empty word after all. Their eyes scattered to observe and gather when they noticed swirled around in the middle of the paved land.

Like a sword swung in the air, the dust and smoke dissipated with a great force, unveiling the unscathed hunters gathered together in one place. In the middle of them, the Timber watched banefully the elder golem with his doleful green eyes.

The elder golem seeming intently observed him too, taken aback with a curious thought. To some degree at least, it’s sentient.

“Have the rest of the group aim at his base. We will immobilize it, if not, at least let us make sure to minimize its reach.” Timber said to his men.

A man around his 30 motion forward stating his thoughts, “Sir, our men at the back of line already made a way for our people to evacuate. Shall we proceed?”

Timber nodded. “Very well, I want you to take the other 6 captains and proceed to help the civilians out of this place and back to our home.”

“Very well, sir.”

The man jumped out and went in thin air.

Timber returns his attention. The giant golem raised its enormous fist and dragged it straight down, instantaneously pounding the rest of the hunters. The ground shatters and breaks into pieces. The rocky hand gradually pulls itself up. It may appear to be lifting itself up but seeing the struggling grunt of the golem would make him think otherwise.

Through the swelling smoke and dust, there he stood, unscathed.

“Inquiara Magic, Wind Drive – Pestado Mulquez.”

With his hand, he conjured a barrier of wind, no, it was more like a whirling wind that stopped the fist from ever killing them.

“That’s quite a lot of balls you have their pal.”

Timber grinned.

“Scram!”

And the rest of the hunters leaped out of the crater.

They were divided into three groups, the two teams went on to the monsters. As they made their way, they conjured various lassos and whip-like some cowboy before throwing it off like a hook.

Alastor observed intently, his eyes eager to learn from them when suddenly he felt a strange sensation around his stomach. His eyes took off from the battle and felt his body felt light.

As he glances down, a strong force made him levitate and dragged him out of the battlefield. Moments then after, the tight gripped he felt had vanished and along with it his boots dug and trudged with a halt. He looks around, noticed that he’s a thousand feet away from the battlefield.

The sound of his anxious breathing huffed into a white, intensified by the ruffling noise of the grass. Alastor exhaled deeply, held his sword tightly in a guard position. There came silence and among the woods, a tall shadow had caught his eyes.

It squinted and in a sudden motion, it whizzed in the air. Alastor swung his sword diagonally to fend off the enemy. His precision didn’t fail, but the enemy appeared to slip through his attack. The person flung and along it grabbed Alastor, throwing him over the tree.

Alastor quickly rose, but the enemy finally took away and flew somewhere else. From the direction where it flew, someone made his presence known.

He’s not in a healthy state as it best describes. His eyes are burrowed in shadow. The eyes lashes are ruined and his clothes seem that have not been washed for a few days, torn.

Benny walked with haste.

Alastor formed a smirk on his face. His tense motion had hold to calm.

“You want some piece of me too?” Alastor confidently stated.

Benny replied, “You’d wish I would stop only by that.”

Even by that, he’s far, Alastor can hear his rasping breath leaving his malfunctioning lungs. Benny seems to have dealt with a lot of monsters before he got here. Although he had not received any kind of wounds nay he appeared to be in the best condition.

“Didn’t Tin and the other kick your ass before? Why come back? It won’t be a challenge for me if we fight now. No offense.”

Benny broke a grin. “You seem to be confident.”

“I don’t usually boast myself, but after seeing your sorry state, damn, you must be desperate for a whooping.”

Benny poses a stance. The dagger had left its scabbard.

Alastor did the same thing and he beamed widely. His sword held diagonally. He’s going to play defense and appeared to be waiting for the enemy’s initial move.

Benny’s eyes glowed, observing him.

“It’s been a few days and you manage to retain your mana in a brief short of time after fighting Ursax. You really are something, Mr. Alastor.”

“Please do tell. Do you have anything to do with those monsters over there?” Before Benny can assumingly respond, Alastor concluded his own question. “Hm. I doubt that you have the capability to do it, given your state and all.”

And that’s when a bone-chilling had struck his nerves.

Benny widely beamed and his eyes narrowed.

“Tsk. How?”

“I’ve struck a hard bargain.”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing. You see, on my way here, I have met interesting fellas who apparently are hellbent on putting these people in their right places.”

Alastor fell in silence. In his mind, he connected the dots. The monsters' sudden attack and monsters that are rarely to be seen appearing in this unlikely place. It’s too convenient to claim that this occurrence had happened at random.

Alastor’s sweat froze and melt by his cold glands. He thought and reconsider postponing this fight and telling Timber what he had learned, but before his feet set to motion the ground shakes and rumbled.. It came from the elder golem and the other source came close to him.