parentshiftbook Chapter 105 Controlling the Golem
Chapter 105 Controlling the Golem
Chapter 105 Controlling the Golem
In front of the Knights of the Marquis of Louis-Polde, shield bearers stood with square shields erected, forming a tight circular formation.
Following the shield bearers, every spearman stood ready, holding their spears horizontally and extending them beyond their shields.
Under the torchlight, the spearman's eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on the swirling mist before him.
The warhorse snorted restlessly, its hooves stamping incessantly on the muddy ground.
It added a lot of horror to the atmosphere.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Heavy footsteps came from ahead, carrying a nauseating smell of blood.
"Defensive stance! Prepare to engage the enemy!"
The Knight Commander of Phoenix drew his sword and roared.
A burly figure suddenly tore through the mist, and the Grafiakan standard plate armor was illuminated red by the firelight.
"prick!"
The spearman thrust out decisively, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
But under the fierce attack, the golem showed no fear, letting the spear tip strike its chest, sending sparks flying.
"Bang!"
Its body slammed hard into the square shield, and the shield bearer staggered a few steps and fell backward.
"Hold on!"
Marquis Louis-Pold roared, but his warhorse inappropriately retreated a few steps.
"Bang!"
Another golem emerged from the mist, taking over the attack from the previous golem and slamming its body into the shield.
"Splash!"
The shield bearers fell to the ground, and the golem, unafraid of the spearmen, charged into the formation.
The soldiers were briefly thrown into a panic.
"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way! Hand him over to me!"
Knight Commander Phoenix squeezed his horse's flanks with his legs and gripped his sword tightly with both hands as he charged toward the golem.
As the commander of the Ascending Land Knights, his combat skills are beyond question.
As he rapidly closed the distance, he used the speed of his charging horse to lean forward and slash out with both knight's swords. The runes on the swords flashed, indicating that they were no ordinary swords.
A sharp, crescent-shaped beam of light pierced the mist.
The sword strike was incredibly precise, cleaving the golem's right knee joint.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the thick knee guards were easily torn apart as if a hot knife were cutting through butter.
The golem roared, half of its right kneecap was chopped off, and it lost its balance, tilting to the right and kneeling on the ground with a dull thud.
Knight Commander Phoenix did not seek personal glory. Instead, he grasped the reins, and his warhorse neighed as it nimbly turned halfway around, slightly distancing itself from the golem.
"Well done, Phoenix!"
Marquis Louis-Pold, positioned at the heart of the formation, clenched his fist and uttered a sound of praise.
This shout greatly boosted morale.
A shieldman immediately filled the gap in the formation, and a spearman thrust out his spear, keeping the other golem out again.
"Soldiers, do you see this? This is my Knight Commander of the Ascending Target Land. Let these damned wizards see what true strength and bravery are!"
"Phoenix! Cut its head off and give it to me!"
Upon hearing this, the Knight Commander of Phoenix smiled, a smile playing on his lips beneath his nose.
He straightened his chest, his warhorse charged forward, and the longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light.
Just as the rune sword in the hand of Knight Commander Phoenix was about to strike the golem's neck.
A magical thread, invisible and intangible, pierced the golem's mind like lightning.
The golem's lifeless eyes burst forth with a scarlet glow.
"Hehe!"
It let out an inhuman roar and slammed its hands on the ground.
His body shot into the air like a spring.
This not only allowed him to dodge the sword strike from Knight Commander Phoenix, but also sent the latter flying from his horse to the ground.
"Ugh!"
The Phoenix Knights commander saw stars and felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart.
The golem did not dismember it as it had done to the Knight of Grafiakan.
Instead, he pawed at the ground with all four limbs, ignoring the wound on his right knee, and charged toward the Marquis of Louis-Polde's position.
"A Marquis!?"
The Knight Commander of Phoenix struggled to his feet, his expression changing drastically.
"Damn it! Stop it!"
The shield bearers rushed forward to stop it, but the golem seemed to have received some kind of amplification, becoming incredibly strong.
With just one glance, he sent the shield-bearer blocking his way flying.
The spear thrust forward, raining down on its body, but did nothing to slow it down. It merely knocked its helmet off, revealing a bald face covered in rotting flesh.
"Stop this monster!"
The knights around the Marquis of Louis-Polder quickly surrounded him.
The horses' hooves pounded the ground repeatedly, like a dense forest.
But the golem was very agile and quickly slipped between the horse's legs.
"not good!"
In just a few breaths.
Marquis Louis-Pold's pupils shrank to their maximum size.
The reason was simple: the golem emerged from between the warhorse's legs, slapped its right hand, and with a gust of wind, broke the horse's foreleg.
The warhorse collapsed, letting out a painful wail.
Marquis Louis-Pold fell to the ground, his obese body rolling several times.
His composure and authority, which he was so proud of, crumbled completely in the face of death.
He used both his hands and feet to climb backward, making terrified noises in his throat.
The golem slithered toward him, its outstretched hand aimed only at the Marquis of Louis-Polder's neck.
Amidst the roars, two rows of crooked, yellow teeth were exposed, emanating a stench of decay.
The marquis closed his eyes in fear, letting the sharp wind from the palm brush against his face, and let out a piercing scream.
However, the scene he envisioned did not appear.
"clang!!!"
A crisp sword cry, like ice shattering, swept over the Marquis's head.
"Ha!"
Then came the low-pressure groan.
"Marquis! Marquis!"
The knight's panicked voice still echoed in my ears.
There was no severe pain in my body, only a warm, wet sensation in my groin.
He opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see a figure in a black leather jacket, as imposing as a mountain, blocking his way.
His white hair was like snow, and his sword was like frost.
"Geralt—"
Marquis Louis-Bold's pupils dilated in disbelief.
Geralt gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and strode forward.
The golem, forced back, shook its head, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and charged toward Geralt as well.
With a powerful thrust of his arms, the immense force compressed the air, producing a muffled, sharp whistling sound.
Faced with such a punch, an ordinary soldier would have been terrified.
Geralt's eyes remained calm, and with incredibly agile movements, he made a small turn, raised his arms high, his muscles bulging, and suddenly slashed diagonally.
A silver light fell.
"laugh!"
The golem's head, covered in rotting flesh, was chopped off.
Geralt exhaled a breath of stale air, flicked his wrist, and shook off the bloodstains from the sword.
"My Lord Marquis!"
The Knight Commander of Phoenix pushed through the crowd and hurriedly caught up, his eyes filled with terror.
But when he saw that the Marquis was still alive, his stiff body finally relaxed.
Marquis Louis-Pold pursed his lips, got up from the ground, and looked at Geralt with a look that lacked its usual arrogance.
Before he could even express his gratitude, Vesemir's voice came from outside the camp.
"Stop dawdling, Geralt!"
The gray-haired witcher raised his hand and unleashed an Aard Impact, blasting the golem that was blocking his way to the ground.
He then swiftly beheaded the victim with a single sword stroke.
Vesemir said, "The battle is not over yet."