School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 136 --The Skeletal Golem Legion, One Less
Owen identified the skulls of boars, mountain deer, pythons, and even rats among the Skeletal Golems, assembled haphazardly.
Sometimes, these skulls appeared simultaneously on a single Golem, devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
"There’s something interesting here," he noted, catching a significant detail.
Willow asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"
"It looks like the River Crossing Demon Mother’s youngest wasn’t fully prepared when it hastily constructed this flesh fortress," Owen’s eyes sparkled with insight.
"This might be our opportunity; the youngest hasn’t fully matured."
Willow, maintaining a relatively positive attitude, joked with Owen, "Maybe the youngest’s aesthetic sense was off from the start?"
Owen cracked a smile, "Now, isn’t that even more interesting?"
"Stop chatting, no matter the case. We’re facing the Skeletal Golem legion, indestructible, and as numerous as the tide. We can’t beat them," Jonathan, drenched in sweat, paced anxiously like an ant on a hot pan.
Indeed, the sheer number of these creatures was overwhelming, filling the corridor as far as the eye could see, silently charging forward.
The sight alone would turn an ordinary person’s legs to jelly.
These creatures, fearless of death and pain, devoid of any concept of morale, guaranteed this battle would be exceedingly tough.
Even Owen, with all his might, might eventually be overwhelmed by the Skeletal Golems.
Crucially, ahead of the Skeletal Golem front, a man was seen frantically running towards them, shouting, "Save me, hurry!"
The students were taken aback.
Wasn’t this Loa, Jiplin’s aide?
Covered in blood, he gasped for air as he reached them.
Owen asked, "What about Jiplin?"
"Dead, they’re all dead," Loa cried out, his voice raw with emotion, "It’s all over. Our team is wiped out. Two monsters attacked us; we couldn’t stand a chance."
Jonathan and Feldin exchanged a look, feeling a chill run down their spines.
Willow chimed in, "Inside Coiled Dragon City, three of the first-born River Crossing Demon Mothers were killed. Now, we’ve encountered one, Feldin’s team encountered another, and Jiplin’s team faced two. There should be two more out there."
The birth of nine offspring from the River Crossing Demon Mother was clearly documented in historical records.
"Not necessarily," Jonathan said, "We can’t be sure how many River Crossing Demons are inside this flesh fortress."
Owen, meanwhile, scrutinized Loa, calculating his next move but undecided, thus refraining from action.
Feldin realized, "So the Skeletal Golem squad attacking us was actually diverting to aid their kin in attacking Jiplin?"
Loa asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
The survivors from Feldin’s team shook their heads hurriedly, "It means nothing."
If Loa realized that it was Jiplin’s team drawing the fire that allowed them to survive, who knew how he would react.
Seeing the group still debating, Willow snorted coldly, "According to Loa, we are now facing two monsters."
A shiver went through everyone.
Right, Loa had led the Skeletal Golem Legion here, with two monsters already on his tail.
"Damn it..." Brawny cursed, lifting his axe, "Is the final battle coming?"
Everyone tightened their grip on their weapons, even those who were inexperienced in combat techniques held onto swords and knives.
The cold steel provided the only sense of security in this dire situation.
Then, the Skeletal Golem Legion charged, colliding with the group in a chaotic clash.
Feldin, with his evident experience, manipulated arcanergy to drop objects resembling wooden tokens on the ground.
They illuminated the narrow corridor with a milky halo of light that significantly slowed the Skeletal Golems within its range, making them as sluggish as oxen dragging broken carts.
"My specialty—Slow spell. It can buy us a lot of time," Feldin shouted, making no effort to conceal his tactic.
Brawny swung his axe forward, its blade infused with arcanergy, creating a deep gouge in the corridor and shattering the leading dozen Skeletal Golems into pieces.
The fusion of arcanergy and combat techniques was a strategy unique to warriors.
Owen glanced at Brawny, whose muscular stature already betrayed his identity as a warrior.
Which magus would bother to physically condition themselves to such an extent?
Brawny wiped his nose, chuckling, "Not so tough after all!"
His smile froze almost immediately.
The shattered pieces on the ground quickly reassembled, piecing together into new Skeletal Golems that were even more grotesque and bizarre than before.
Feldin roared, "Scattering them is useless. It’s better to immobilize them."
Owen, of course, threw himself into the fray, diving into the Skeletal Golem legion like a wolf among sheep, striking down one after another.
Most crucially, the Skeletal Golems he killed couldn’t resurrect.
His blade, covered in a holy light, seemed to possess a special property that prevented the Golems from reassembling.
This was a revelation to Owen.
At that moment, Owen suddenly leaped into the air, and a brilliant light, Sacred Pure Radiance, illuminated the entire corridor.
The Skeletal Golems that encountered the Sacred Pure Radiance melted away like snow under the warm sun.
In an instant, hundreds of Skeletal Golems were utterly eradicated.
Feldin stood frozen, murmuring in disbelief, "Such powerful holy magic? Why didn’t it work when our team used it against the Skeletal Golems before?"
After landing, Owen, thrilled by the success, prepared for another release.
The entire corridor trembled violently, nearly causing everyone to lose their balance and fall.
A ghostly claw flashed by the wall, then fiercely grabbed onto it, tearing it open like a sheet of paper, and blood gushed out.
A wail, as if emanating from the depths of the soul, roared from within the mountain.
Although Owen and his companions didn’t actually hear it, it felt as though such a cry of agony existed.
The remaining Skeletal Golems, untouched by the dissolution, started to show red glows in their eye sockets as they became smeared with the fresh blood, their movements becoming more agile.
"What does this mean?" Jonathan looked towards Feldin.
Feldin appeared utterly confused, "A second phase? We’ve never encountered anything like this!"
Owen, undeterred, leaped up again, releasing Sacred Pure Radiance from his hands.
However, this time, aside from illuminating the area, the Sacred Pure Radiance didn’t have the same devastating impact as before.
"Because of the blood on the walls, your holy magic is ineffective now," Willow said gravely.
"Perhaps it’s because the River Crossing Demon Mother is a deity, and its blood inherently contains a sacred essence."
A teammate beside her muttered under their breath, "The Demon Mother is a deity? What kind of world is this?"
Willow responded coolly, "If humans can become gods, why can’t demons? What’s so strange about that?"
With his most powerful method against these monsters rendered ineffective, Owen had no choice but to rely on combat techniques.
In such a place, he couldn’t use his lightning magic.
Not to mention the impossibility of wiping out the Skeletal Golem legion; if he were to use lightning magic, every member of the teams present would be caught in the crossfire.
The location was too cramped, giving the Skeletal Golem legion a home-field advantage, significantly increasing the pressure on everyone.
Willow activated her arcanergy, a pale green light suddenly rising in her hands.
The entire corridor was bathed in a shade of green, as if spring had caused the frozen earth to crack open and sprouts to emerge.
Deadwood snaked around like serpents, then tightly grasped the ankles of dozens of Skeletal Golems.
These Skeletal Golems, now smarter, used their bone knives and spears to fiercely stab at the deadwood.
"Ice-based magic, freeze them solid," Willow roared towards her teammates.
A student, with ice-blue light swirling in his hands, released a rain of ice arrows from the top of the corridor, turning the Skeletal Golems of the legion into ice sculptures.
Advanced ice-based magic·Boundless Ice Seal.
Employing advanced ice-based magic is no simple feat for an ordinary master.
After casting, the student’s face noticeably paled, lacking any means to replenish his arcanergy.
The emptiness within made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing the situation, Feldin turned to run, "Retreat, this won’t hold them for long."
The student protested, "This is advanced magic. Freezing them for three to four hours should be no problem."
Feldin’s expression remained grave, "Do you think your team is the only one with an ice-based magus? It will melt. In this bizarre mine, solid ice melts away, and flames extinguish.
Look here--" He pointed at the wall, "See this!"
The Boundless Ice Seal indeed had formidable power, frosting even the walls.
But before their very eyes, the frost was slowly melting, turning into droplets that fell to the ground.
The student’s eyes widened, speechless.
That fast?
Looking further away, the Skeletal Golems were already moving, the ice on their bodies visibly melting.
Owen took a step back, pondering how they could continue fighting under these conditions.
Recognizing the futility, the group didn’t linger any longer and turned to flee.
In this flesh fortress, both the Skeletal Golems and the River Crossing Demon spawn could draw energy from the walls, making recovery or de-icing effortless.
With such a home-field advantage, it’s no wonder that even sages would be at a loss against a fully grown one.
Truly, the offspring of a deity are formidable.
Just then, a member of Feldin’s team suddenly exclaimed from behind, "It seems we’re missing someone?"
The group shuddered, beginning to count off.
Indeed, the count only reached fourteen.
Jonathan’s team had ten members, Feldin’s team had four remaining, plus the aide Loa.
That made fifteen people in total, yet one was missing.
