The Golem Mage-Chapter 267: Royal Born ( Part 3).

The Minotaur swiftly moved to the side, creating a space between himself and the charging Centaur Prince

Who was wielding a golden spear with valor.

With every powerful stride, the Centaur’s hooves resonated with strength as he closed in on Elder Alfred, who happened to be the nearest to him.

Elder Alfred swiftly evaluated the unfolding events, his gaze shining with unwavering resolve.

Waving his staff with practiced grace, he began chanting ancient incantations

his deep, melodic voice infusing the air with renewed power, further fortifying the runes that were present.

[< Special Ability – Sleep invasion >]

Waves of tranquil energy radiated from Elder Alfred, conjuring an ethereal image of a Koala behind him.

With a deft motion, he summoned a mesmerizing cloud of shimmering dust from one of the immense runes.

The luminous dust surged forward, enveloping the Centaur in a drowsy aura, lulling him into a state of drowsiness.

However, the resilient Centaur fought off the enchanting fog, resisting its seductive pull.

Determined, he focused all his willpower on his objective.

Elder Alfred snorted in response as he witnessed the Centaur’s valiant resistance to the spell.

Unyielding, the Centaur pressed on, his golden spear gleaming under the blood-red moonlight. Meanwhile, Terran observed from the sidelines, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Elder Alfred grew impatient and pointed his staff directly at the Centaur.

The runes streaked through the air, aimed at their target.

However, the Centaur skillfully parried each spell with the swift movements of his spear, evading the sleep-inducing magic.

The Centaur’s motions were a whirlwind of grace and precision, effortlessly countering Elder Alfred’s attacks despite his drowsy state.

With lethal accuracy, his spear sliced through the air.

As the battle between the Centaur Prince and Elder Alfred intensified,

Terran decided to provide support from the sidelines

Since he deemed it too dangerous to directly engage in the crossfire between the two.

Their clash escalated, their battle prowess bordering on the peak of Tier 8

even inching toward the destructive range of Tier 9.

With authority in his voice, Terran swiftly cast a spell, harnessing his mastery over earth elemental magic.

Towering stones and pillars erupted from the ground, creating barriers and obstacles in the Centaur’s path.

Nevertheless, the nimble Centaur adeptly navigated the treacherous terrain,

leaping over the obstacles with powerful grace, steadily closing in on Elder Alfred.

His spear sang through the air, its movements fluid and precise seeing such an action Terran

finally grabbed his enormous great sword.

Swinging it with strength and precision sending a wave of earth elemental to disrupt the Centaur’s attack

As he charged towards the Centaur, The earth seemed to tremble beneath his feet, amplifying the danger of his impending strike.

The Centaur , however, was unfazed with Terran attack as his four hooves moved gracefully showcasing his speed and agility

He sidestepped the oncoming swings of Terran’s great sword

his keen reflexes forever alert, Each dodge allowed an opening for a counterattack, and Centaur exploited these openings with skilful jabs and slashes of his golden spear.

His strikes were calculated and powerful, aiming to weaken Terran and disable his ability to assist Elder Alfred.

Sensing the danger, Elder Alfred, the quickly, tapped into the depths of his magical powers

" I have never had to exert myself like this in a very long time, when I see that new Dean, he better be ready to repay me with a two years leave of sleeping time"

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Terran was dumbfounded, he knew of Alfred’s behaviour of being a sleeping addict but he never realised that it was this serious

As Alfred channel his Mana into conjuring a curtain of mist, thick and ethereal, obscuring the Centaur’s vision.

Swirling tendrils of slumber enveloped the centaur, trying to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

[< Special Ability – Slumber Fever >]

The Centaur who was caught and inhaled the mist was staggering like a drunk man, but he was determined to resist the seductive call of sleep, and he dug deep into his resolve.

He fought against the weariness that tugged at his consciousness, pushing himself to stay awake and focused on the battle at hand.

Even through the dense mist, his instincts guided him, allowing him to sense the movements of Alfred

He was not satisfied, he never wanteb to be restrained

With a mighty roar, the Centaur unleashed a burst of magical energy.

Bolts of Green flames crackled around him, illuminating the mist and temporarily pushing it back.

The sudden surge of power caught both Terran and Elder Alfred off guard, disrupting their balance and forcing them to retreat.

"No way that bastard broke through to become a Tier 8 lifeform!" Elder Alfred cursed his bad luck, questioning why he had to be the one on duty at this moment.

"Why is my case always different?, Other great instructors have guarded this region before, and no troublesome creatures came out, It’s my first time, and this is happening, What a drag, I’m getting really pissed off," Alfred complained, his face filled with frustration as he glanced at Terran.

"Hey, hey, lend me your sword, little tee," Alfred requested.

"Stop calling me that, old man. And why would you need my sword? I thought you were a pure magic path," Terran responded.

"Right now, his powers have surpassed mine, Fighting him head-on would be suicide, I just want to borrow the powers of your sword to boost my own dream and sealing abilities. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to get us out of this situation," Alfred explained.

Terran frowned but begrudgingly but still threw his sword over.

While they grumbled, the Minotaur cheered at the change of events, sensing that the Centaur possessed even more talent than most of the Tier 9 royals born in recent years.

The Centaur dashed toward Elder Alfred once again, completely ignoring Terran.

Terran’s attacks were too slow to disrupt the Centaur’s movements, let alone hit him.

He saw Terran as a mosquito, a mere nuisance. His main target had always been Alfred.

And Alfred, on the other hand, injected his Mana into the sword, illuminating the engraved runes, on it.

But this time, they took a different approach.

When Terran used the sword, it gave a feeling of strength and heaviness. But now, as Alfred wielded it, it emanated a sense of slumber and imprisonment.

Sword and spear clashed as the two masters of different races confronted each other.

However, while the Centaur was pushed back ten meters, Alfred was flung away, crashing into a wall.

Alfred looked tiredly at his waist, where blood dripped, and cursed once again.

"Shit! I even got injured, Ahhhh, now I’m incredibly mad, Just know that you forced me to do this."

The Centaur bent in an awkward way after hearing Alfred’s words, preparing for a potentially dangerous move. However, he was left stunned the next moment.

Alfred transformed into a streak of light and dashed back towards the location of the Academy.

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"Don’t worry, little tee, I’m going to get reinforcements, I’m sure that Centaur is not interested in attacking you, so you should be safe,"

Alfred shamelessly ran away from the battlefield.

He had wanted to fight back, but he realized why he had lost so miserably.

The Centaur had started comprehending Force utilization.

While Minotaurs and Centaurs could use force to break free from gravitational effects, it typically took years of countless battles.

However, this newly-born Centaur Prince was comprehending it at a much faster rate than he could keep up with. He felt if the Centaur eventually mastered that force...

With his incredible battle sense and his new Tier 8 realm, Alfred was certain that he would be killed.

His only option was to escape using his light element.

Terran: "¬"

"At least, if you’re going to abandon me, leave my sword with me, you thief," Terran remarked

feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

He turned to the Centaur, raising his hands in defeat, nervously laughing and hoping that the Centaur would not be interested in harming him.

Terran now despised Alfred to the core.

The only reason he didn’t curse out loud was that he didn’t want to provoke the Centaur’s mood.