The Golem Mage

A blinding flash of light suddenly appeared before Terran, just as the Minotaur and Damien were about to land their attacks on him.

Bang!!!

Their attacks collided with a strong, protective light shield that had manifested in front of Terran.

The mages watching couldn’t believe their eyes and their lost hope began to renew itself.

As they cheered, their hearts pounded in their chests.

After Seeing Terran injured and coughing up blood earlier they had been immense worried , but now they couldn’t bear the thought of anyone defeating him.

He was the only mage from the human side who could still protect them.

It was evident to all that the Minotaur represented the second Dimension, and while he had never shown any care for the Orcs, it was clear that if things turned sour, he would choose to protect them.

The fact that the Orcs were still allowed to fight after the Minotaur’s appearance suggested that there kind of agreement between the two races was really firm.

Meanwhile, Damien had made it known that he belonged to the Evil Sect.

Though the Evil Sects were still comprised of humans, but they were seen as a group of crazy lunatics who would stop at nothing than to create chaos.

It was widely believed that the human race was weaker compared to the races and creatures of the second Dimension.

The only reason they hadn’t been able to conquer the Earth realm was due to the limited time of the Blood Moon and the restricted number of warriors they could send through the space gates.

This prevented them from deploying their strongest experts for countless slaughters.

The members of the Evil Sect firmly believed that humans held no less potential than those from the second Dimension.

And They believed that once the two realms merged, the humans would exceed their racial limit.

This would occur as the aura of the Abyss Realm mixed with the Earth realm, making them stronger and stronger.

However, they were aware that achieving this required countless deaths to merge the realms successfully.

Countless humans would inevitably lose their lives, but the Evil Sect seemed indifferent to the casualties.

They believed that sacrifice was necessary, and only the strongest individuals were deemed worthy of survival.

It was no wonder they were labeled as a terrorist group.

They were like a malignant tumor within the Human realm, something that the leaders of Human nations and empires had been attempting to eradicate.

However, their organization proved difficult to uproot completely, with numerous branches and leaders known as Cardinals who answered only to the Bishops.

And When a junior member was killed, another would simply step up to take their place.

This Sect had caused so much death and devastation that their name alone instilled disgust and fear within the human population. Continue your adventure with NovelBin.Côm

When they discovered that Damien was a Cardinal, their hopes of him winning the battle quickly dissipated, as him winning was no different from the second Dimension winning to them.

The white light that had appeared before them eventually retreated back into the body of the mysterious Mage who had saved Terran.

As Terran caught sight of the old man’s back, he couldn’t help but laugh arrogantly.

"It took you long enough... Old geezer, don’t tell me you were sleeping!" Terran taunted with a smirk.

However, Elder Alfred, who turned out to be the old man, simply ignored Terran and fixed his sharp gaze upon the Minotaur and Damien.

In a surprising turn of events, as soon as Damien caught sight of Elder Alfred, he swiftly turned and made a dash towards the city that remained enclosed within a green barrier.

The Minotaur couldn’t comprehend why Damien would suddenly run away when they were on the verge of killing Terran.

He believed that even if another slightly stronger mage were to arrive, they could still handle the situation and force him to face a fate similar to Terran.

However, since Damien was fleeing, the Minotaur couldn’t trust him either.

He followed suit and headed towards the green barrier, determined to witness how Damien plans to penetrate it.

He hadn’t given up on the mysterious creature hidden within the green flames.

"Oh no, you all want to launch your attack here, right under when it’s my turn to watch this region?, Disturb my sleep and then think you can go scout free? Do you take me for a pushover?"

Elder Alfred said, as he finally releasing the Mage he had been restraining and clasping his hands together.

He swiftly performed a complex sequence of hand seals, their meaning difficult to discern.

Once he finished, he swiftly swiped his hand forward.

[< Special ability - Ethereal Bind >]

Mana surged from Elder Alfred’s hand, transforming into a net that soared towards both Damien and the Minotaur.

"Fucking old man Alfred, don’t push me!"

Damien shouted, unleashing the power of a black stone retrieved from his pocket.

At the very moment the glowing net threatened to touch him, Damien crushed the stone and vanished, causing the net to miss its target and dissipate.

However, the Minotaur was not as fortunate.

The net completely ensnared him, leaving him no room to break free despite his desperate struggles.

Elder Alfred, momentarily perplexed, stroked his beard while trying to identify the person with golden mask that seems to even seem to know him.

But his eyes widened in an instant when he sensed that something was amiss.

"You dare?!" he bellowed transforming into a streak of light and hurtling towards the green barrier.

The Minotaur grinned wickedly, anticipating Alfred crashing into the barrier, hoping to be left momentarily stun him giving him a chance to escape the binding net.

Yet, what unfolded next left Minotaur’s eyes bulging out of their sockets.

[< Sleeping domain >]

A luminous barrier materialized around Alfred, emanating a milky radiance.

With a determined motion, he extended his hand and began harnessing the energy within his domain.

Drawing upon its power, he skillfully fashioned a milky white sword, shimmering with ethereal brilliance.

[< Sleeping Invasion >]

Alfred swung his radiant milky sword with all his might, aiming it directly at the formidable green barrier.

To his surprise, a multitude of milky sword slashes materialized around the barrier, causing it to crack and weaken.

Undeterred, Alfred pressed forward, seizing the opportunity.

Identifying the most vulnerable spot after his initial slash, Alfred pointed two fingers straight at the target.

And a milky sword, propelled by a bolt of light, shot forth from his fingertips, piercing through the barrier.

The sword collided with the barrier, succumbing to the immense pressure and shattering, creating an opening through which Alfred swiftly entered the city.

The bewildered Minotaur muttered in disbelief, unable to fathom how Alfred was able to break a barrier that he himself perceived as indestructible.

Responding to the Minotaur’s confusion, Terran calmly explained,

"Unlike you, who is nearing the realm of a High Tier 8 lifeform, Alfred has entirely mastered the power of a High Tier 8 Mage."

Terran continued, describing the true cause for concern.

"What makes Alfred truly formidable is that he has awakened special abilities at each rank, granting him three distinct powers, When he combines them, he can unleash the power of a Peak Tier 8 Mage, Despite being only a ( Mid ) Tier 8 Mage , he’s on par with the esteemed masters of the Tier 8 Mage realm."

Terran’s explanation brought a small smile to his face, signifying the immense strength that the human reinforcements possessed.

Recognizing the truth, the Minotaur realized the magnitude of the challenge before him.

Originally believing that Alfred was a Peak Tier 8 powerhouse, he now understood that Alfred’s true realm was at the Mid Tier, making him an eligible competitor in this blood battle, and that is why the Blood Moon have not striked him and caused him to have a backlash.