Chapter 966: Torn Down
A column of magma, thick as a nightmare—twenty meters wide—erupted skyward, instantly stretching into a blazing tower hundreds of meters tall. The Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem was devoured by the molten torrent, not even suspense bothering to show up for the spectacle...
That magma pillar, packed with monstrous force, blasted upward in a single second. Power like this, married to the searing, hellish heat from the depths, scoured the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem—runes on its body bursting one after another, protective spells washed away as if they’d never existed.
Three seconds—just three seconds—and the terrifying magma pillar vanished. Four or five hundred meters above, the battered, vulnerable body of the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem hung exposed, like a puppet with its strings cut.
But now, every solidified spell on its surface was ground to dust; the power within those runes evaporated, leaving behind nothing but hollow relics—ghosts of protection that failed.
The towering Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem, over ten meters tall, plummeted earthward with a banshee’s wail. The ground for a thousand meters shuddered as if struck by a titan’s fist, and a crater—dozens of meters wide—gouged itself into the battlefield...
Deprived of spellcasting, its vital controls mangled, it plunged from the sky—limbs twisting and shattering, joints splintering like broken clockwork scattered on the ground...
The Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem’s once gleaming shell was now blackened and scorched, rupturing as machinery burst out, scattering across the battlefield like the guts of a gutted beast.
Leon sneered, charging forward. In a heartbeat, dozens of Mage’s Hands shot out, flickering like vengeful spirits. Three seconds was all it took—the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem’s limbs torn away, its chest armor ripped apart into a pile of scrap.
With resistance drained from its body, the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem’s lone eye flickered with terror. A weak ripple of consciousness pulsed out, desperate pleas for mercy flooding toward Leon—pathetic, really, but not unexpected.
Leon let out a cold, sardonic laugh, controlling a dozen Mage’s Hands that tore the Magic Reaction Core from the golem with ruthless efficiency.
A flurry of runes shot forth, and the meter-wide Magic Reaction Core was forcibly sealed by Leon—he tossed it into the demi-plane with practiced ease. The light in the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem’s eye slowly faded...
Losing its Magic Reaction Core was like a human losing their heart. With the core sealed, it was finished—dead, in every way that mattered.
That fragile spark of awakened intellect snuffed out along with it...
It only took a few seconds to deal with the Single-Eyed Alchemical Golem. Meanwhile, the Double-Headed Alchemical Golem was already ripping its way out of the magma waterfall.
Four lasers sliced through the magma waterfall, sweeping the battlefield with ruthless precision. Leon vanished, dissolving into a surge of magma.
He reappeared in an instant—materializing before the Double-Headed Alchemical Golem, an anomaly of molten fury amid chaos.
Startled by Leon’s abrupt arrival, the Double-Headed Alchemical Golem lunged—four arms crashing down, desperate to crush the seven-meter-tall Lava Giant now standing before it.
Leon gave another cold sneer as magma surged, shaping itself into a Lava Giant. But Leon himself had already slipped behind the Double-Headed Alchemical Golem, leaving his molten avatar to face the brute.
Behind him, the phantom image of the wheel shimmered to life again. Within Leon’s eyes, countless runes spun, swirling into a vortex of arcane power.
In an instant, countless runes erupted from the phantom wheel, cascading in a dazzling torrent.
These pure runes rained down on the Double-Headed Alchemical Golem’s back, merging with its armored shell at breakneck speed.
This isn’t an attack—it’s solidification!
Solidified runes—the most direct way for an alchemical golem to gain spellcasting ability.
But these aren’t attack spells. The solidified defensive spells on the golem’s surface were utterly useless, unable to withstand the onslaught of runes.
The magical array apparatus whirred, rapidly analyzing captured runes, imprinting them across the golem’s shell with ruthless precision.
But this isn’t to make the golem stronger—it’s to cripple him.
Every rune imprinted was completely wrong—each one disabling a spellcasting function. The torrent of runes left no ability untouched.
Combined, the solidified runes turned all of the golem’s offensive, defensive, and support spells into useless junk.
Right now, Leon felt like he was taking a test—hundreds, maybe thousands of problems, and his job was to get every single one wrong. Honestly, that’s way harder than getting them all right...