Chapter 447 Flesh Golem (2)

The earth mages continued pelting the Flesh Golem with a rain of boulders while at the same time expanding the pit below the Flesh Golem's feet. The Flesh Golem didn't put up any noticeable resistance in response to the earth mages' attacks and let itself sink into the ground while it endured the meteor shower with nothing but a few grunts.

As the Flesh Golem appeared to be unable to resist, the earth mages naturally grew confident that their endeavor had been successful.

General Scoll noticed the mages and troops' growing hope. He knew that it was false hope, but he didn't say anything since it would only needlessly bring down morale and make the troops subconsciously direct their ill feelings toward him. It would be better for the battle's progress if the troops turned all their fear and hatred toward the Flesh Golem instead of their commander.

And by the looks of it, General Scoll didn't have to wait long until the troops realized on their own that their attacks had been mostly useless.

The earth mages were quickly running out of mana, and their attack ground to a halt. And it looked like some of them were ready to receive praise and accolades for how they had contributed to taking down suck a fearsome enemy. Those mages were the last ones to see the pile of rubble covering the Flesh Golem move.

At first, only a few stones and boulders shifted. But only after a few moments, more and more rocks started tumbling down.

It didn't take long until the Flesh Golem stretched out its arms upwards and unleashed a rain of stones that flew in all directions. And with a few simple movements, all of the rocks on the Flesh Golem's body had been sent flying across the battlefield.

The cascade of stones was accompanied and empowered by a guttural earth-shaking roar that made the ground tremble enough to make several combatants lose their balance.

General Scoll found it hard to enjoy the fact that the Flesh Golem's counterattack had been indiscriminate and struck the Tribe of Death as well as the Alliance of Kingdoms. The damage to his troops was quite severe since the stones pierced through the air and the troops' bodies.

Some of the earth mages with enough mana left and with quick enough reflexes averted some of the damage. Other mages and fighters also defended themself if they had time to react.

However, very few were able to defend themselves against the stones powered by the Flesh Golem's near-transcendent level mana.

But the flying stones weren't the end of it. The Flesh Golem was still stuck inside a pit. Although its torso and upper body were visible above the pit due to the Golem's size, the rest of its body was still below the surface of the ground.

Unfortunately, no one held any hope that the pit would be enough to restrain the Flesh Golem after the way it handled the boulders.

And they were right.

The Flesh Golem raised his two monstrous arms and smashed them down on the edge of the pit right in front of him.

The impact sent another tremor through the ground that knocked down even more combatants, despite them being ready for it this time.

The Flesh Golem didn't stop after merely smashing its hands against the ground. It dug its greyish fingers into the ground and tore away at it. The Flesh Golem dug out the ground from the edge of the pit. And, after making enough space to take a step, the Flesh Golem put a horrid foot in the opening.

The muscles on the Flesh Golem's leg trembled and rippled with unfathomable power as it pushed its body upwards and out of the pit with enough force to leave a small crater behind. However, the crater disappeared quickly after.

After jumping into the air, the Flesh Golem would eventually fall back to the ground again. And with its massive weight and size, it was a matter of sooner rather than later, especially since it only jumped a few meters into the air.

The Flesh Golem intentionally landed as hard as it could while also slamming a fist into the ground while it landed. The power of the Golem's fist, powered by the force of its own bodyweight's descent, hit the ground with enough strength to send multiple shockwaves through the battlefield. One shockwave rushed through the air and made the orifices of the weaker troops bleed. And another shockwave traveled through the ground, turning it upside down as a meter-high wave of dirt assaulted both the Alliance of Kingdoms and Tribe of Death.

General Scoll fixed an intense stare at the Flesh Golem and the lich controlling it while a barrier sprung up to defend his platform.

The Flesh Golem was a little more powerful than he had expected, and the simplest of moves it made was enough to cripple the majority of his troops. The only solace was that it was a double-edged blade, and the Tribe of Death, who had already lost half their army, also suffered significant losses at the hands of the Flesh Golem.

However, the maliciously flickering ghost flames in the lich's eyes told General Scoll that the Tribe of Death wasn't worried about their losses. If the lich had cared about their losses, he wouldn't have intentionally held back the Flesh Golem and let the earth mages cast their magic. But he did, and the morale and hopes of the Alliance of Kingdoms' troops were successfully destroyed.

The self-harming method of reading the Alliance's morale was a little unexpected, and it had cost General Scoll a lot of lives that he had managed to save with his previous orders.

But General Scoll didn't let the losses affect his mind, and he reorganized his thoughts quickly as he began planning orders. One of the few advantages the Alliance of Kingdoms had over the Tribe of Death was their connection to the Obsidian Empire and other human factions in the Transcendent Realm.

The Tribe of Death might also have a few combatants from the Transcendent Realm, but not as many as the Alliance did. And General Scoll planned to use that advantage to wear down the Flesh Golem as much as possible.

"Special attack divisions! Ready!"