Elven cultivators

"A legendary-rank golem..."

Darian looked up at the colossal, mountain-like figure, his fingers gripping the staff turning slightly white.

The continent of Dawn has a wide variety of alchemical golems, ranging from the lowest-level wooden golems with only white-rank combat power, to the black iron-rank stone golems, and then to the silver-rank adamantite golems.

It is said that during the war to attack the Dark Annihilation Fortress, the Heart of the Mountains also deployed powerful golems of the Gold rank.

But no matter what, Darian had never heard of a golem of legendary rank.

This is unheard of!

In his view, the golems created with magic crystal technology in the Heart of the Mountains, and the five divine soldiers crafted by Anton that could form an array to suppress the peak of the Gold rank, were already among the top ranks of alchemical golems.

I never imagined that one day I would actually see a legendary golem.

The other elves were also filled with astonishment, staring at the golem before them as if facing a formidable enemy.

The disciples of Primordial City, including Ryan, were shocked, but their reactions were slightly calmer than the others.

As far as they know, in the cultivation system of puppetry, it is not uncommon for Dao soldiers to reach the legendary rank in combat power.

For example, the twelve guardian deities of the Six Ding and Six Jia are at least close to the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator, far exceeding that of ordinary legendary figures.

Not to mention the heavenly soldiers and generals and the four spirit soldiers above them.

A deathly silence filled the basin, with only the dark red light flowing silently within the crimson barrier, illuminating every face as if it were immersed in blood.

To everyone's relief, after killing the elder of the Dilo dwarfs, the golem remained motionless and showed no signs of continuing its attack.

However, the people did not feel relieved; instead, their mood became even heavier.

Because the crimson barrier enveloping the basin continues to drain their life force.

Unable to break through the crimson barrier and unable to deal with the golem, the current situation has clearly reached a dead end.

The elves have potions to sustain them, so there's no need to worry for the time being.

But the creatures underground fared much worse.

Those who were injured, and those weak subterranean creatures that didn't even reach the Black Iron rank, were the first to give in, collapsing to the ground one after another, their bodies slowly turning into viscous blood like melting candles.

Many more subterranean creatures, under the influence of the crimson barrier and the fear of despair, gradually suffered mental breakdowns, letting out hysterical screams and wildly attacking their companions with their weapons.

Even before they turned into blood, many underground creatures had already begun killing each other.

The leader of the Rock Beasts killed several mentally broken members of his tribe with a swing of his claws. Struggling to suppress the violence and killing intent within him, he whispered to Gusdu, "This cannot continue."

Gustu glanced at him: "What's your idea?"

"Let's give it a shot!" The Rock Beast leader glared fiercely at the elven army opposite them. "Take their potions and give them to our two races."

"Our two groups are small in number, but with those medicines, we can hold out for longer and perhaps find other solutions."

The implication was that they had ruthlessly abandoned the other subterranean races.

However, this is normal for subterranean organisms.

In the Underdark, the law of the jungle prevails; mercy and pity will only hasten your demise.

Gustav wasn't surprised at all.

He was very interested in the Rock Beast Demon Leader's proposal.

The only problem is that they couldn't defeat the elven army just now, and now that the elder of the Dilo dwarves is dead, they are clearly no match for them.

But now they have no better choice.

Just as the leader of the Rock Beast Demons said, we have no choice but to take a gamble.

Roman keenly noticed the unusual movement on the other side and was about to order a cautious alert when he suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound coming from outside.

The sound seemed to come from a great distance, yet it arrived in an instant.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a streak of dark golden light rushing from afar, like a falling meteor, leaving a long trail, crashing into the blood-red barrier.

laugh-!

A soft sound, like a red-hot iron needle piercing solid ice.

The crimson barrier, which even the three leaders combined could not shake, was torn open like paper in the face of the dark golden light.

The stream of light flowed uninterruptedly through the crack, paused abruptly above the basin, and then faded, revealing a slender figure.

Her moon-white robe billowed slightly in the wind, her pale golden hair was casually tied back, and her face was young and serene.

It was Anton.

"Anton!"

Upon recognizing the person, Roman's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and a look of relief and joy appeared on his face.

"teacher!"

Ryan and the other disciples of the Primordial City showed expressions of surprise and delight, their voices filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's the clan chief!"

"The clan leader has arrived!"

"We're saved!"

The elven soldiers' somber expressions were instantly replaced by wild joy, and they erupted in deafening cheers.

The Scale Clan and the Cat People were equally delighted, their tense shoulders relaxing.

In their minds, Chief Anton was someone who could fight legendary dragons head-on, and was the undisputed strongest member of the Silvermoon Clan.

With his arrival, all problems will be solved.

In stark contrast to the elves' side was the reaction of the underground creatures.

The Rock Beast Demon leader and Gus stared blankly at the figure in the air, their pupils filled with horror.

The crimson barrier that even they couldn't break through together was actually torn apart by this elf with a single stroke.

Moreover, judging from what the elves said, this elf was their chieftain.

Lord of Nine Nether City?

A chill ran down the leader of the rock beasts' spine and straight to the top of his head, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

Gustav's central pupil trembled slightly, and the small eyeballs on the stalk of his eye twitched restlessly.

He wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but the blood-red barrier was still there, and the crack that had been broken open earlier had been restored in an instant.

They have nowhere to escape.

Anton landed from the air, his gaze sweeping over Roman, Darian, Ryan, and the others. Seeing that they had only suffered some injuries and were otherwise unharmed, he nodded slightly.

"It's good that you're alright."

He didn't say much, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the strange golem.

It was a cold and massive energy reaction that was completely out of place with its surroundings, like a torch burning in the dark, impossible to ignore.

"Anton, this golem has the strength of a legendary rank," Roman whispered a reminder.

Anton's face showed a hint of surprise upon hearing this.

Darian took over the conversation and quickly recounted everything that had just happened in a low voice.

"Instantly defeating the Gold-ranked player?"

Anton raised an eyebrow, his gaze toward the golem becoming more serious.

He had seen legendary-rank golems before.

Both the Mithril Sage and the Dark Golem are legendary alchemical golems renowned throughout the Dawn Continent.

However, these two types of golems will not appear until several hundred years later when magic crystal technology has developed to a certain level.

At present, the strongest golem on the Dawn Continent is the Gold-ranked one.

They didn't even reach the peak of the Gold standard.

The key point is that the golem in front of him is not any of the legendary golems he remembers.

Its casting style, energy fluctuations, and even the metallic patterns with flowing dark light on its surface are completely different from any alchemy school he could recall in the future.

This is quite surprising.

In the present Dawn Continent, there are still golems he doesn't recognize?

Anton's curiosity grew even stronger.

But he did not delay any longer.

The crimson barrier was still draining the elves' life force. Although potions could slow down the rate of loss, they were not inexhaustible. The longer it dragged on, the greater the consumption.

Quick fight.

Anton flashed and sped toward the demonic statue.

His movement seemed to have triggered some kind of switch.

The previously still golem suddenly raised its head.

The energy vortexes in those hollow eye sockets suddenly brightened, transforming from bottomless darkness into blazing white light, like two miniature stars that had been ignited.

The metallic patterns flowing with a dark light on the surface of the body also lit up at the same time, like blood surging in the veins, spreading from the core to the limbs.

A suffocating sense of oppression spread in all directions as if it were a tangible force, and the air itself became stagnant and heavy.

Everyone present felt a tightness in their chest, as if a heavy boulder had rolled down, giving them the illusion that they couldn't breathe.

Some of the weaker elven soldiers turned pale and instinctively took a few steps back, gripping their sword hilts tightly.

In an instant, many people's expressions changed.

They then realized with shock that the golem hadn't used its full strength at all.

This is what it looks like when it's fully activated!

Anton remained calm and composed. With a slight thought, the sword pellet instantly leaped out from his chest.

The golden sword light paused slightly in mid-air before suddenly splitting apart.

One hundred and twenty-eight sword lights, like an inverted Milky Way, shot towards the demonic statue, covering the sky and the earth.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp shriek, and even the scarlet blood light was cut into countless fragments, leaving a brief blank in the trajectory of the sword light.

The golem reacted incredibly quickly.

Its right hand wielded a massive sword, slashing horizontally. The dark light flowing across the sword's surface intensified to its extreme, like a solidified black lightning bolt, sweeping across with terrifying power that could tear through space.

Wherever the sword passed, the air was cut into visible ripples, and the scattered pebbles on the ground tumbled and bounced in the strong wind.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The moment the sword light clashed with the giant sword, a dense, resounding clang of metal echoed like a torrential downpour striking iron tiles, continuous and unending.

Sparks exploded in the void like fireworks, each one carrying scorching embers that fell in all directions.

Each strike of the giant sword was powerful and heavy, carrying immense force, sending the sword light flying backward.

However, there were too many sword lights.

They attacked from all directions, their trajectories unpredictable and treacherous.

While the golem's greatsword could block sword light coming from the front, it was difficult to defend against attacks coming from the side and behind.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sword light sliced ​​across the golem's body, leaving deep cuts.

Metal shards flew everywhere, revealing a darker, more profound material beneath the cut, with faint, fine arcs of electricity flickering around the wound's edges.

A louder buzzing sound erupted from the golem's body, and its left fist slammed out.

The concentrated force field exploded on the fist, transforming into a visible, transparent ripple that spread outwards.

Where the ripples passed, the sword light paused slightly, and its trajectory briefly shifted.

Taking advantage of this gap, the golem's greatsword swept across repeatedly, slashing away the sword light around it.

Anton watched this scene without changing his expression. His magical power surged, and a large, yellowish-brown hand suddenly shot out from the top of his head.

The palm was initially just an ordinary size, but it expanded rapidly the moment it left the body. With its five fingers spread, it instantly grew to a size of ten zhang, covering the sky and the sun.

A murky yellow light flowed between his fingers, carrying the weight and stability of the earth, and slammed down hard on the golem!

Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand!

The world suddenly seemed to sink.

The air suddenly became still, as if the entire sky had pressed down on it.

The floating pebbles and dust were all pressed heavily to the ground by the immense downward force in the air, without any pebbles flying or dust rising.

The golem sensed the deadly threat, raised its greatsword high above its head, and a force field condensed on the blade to form a thick barrier, with layers of dark light, like a tower shield forged from energy.

The next instant, the colossal hand of Xuanhuang crashed down like the collapse of the heavens, carrying the weight of the entire earth.

boom!!!

A deafening roar erupted, sending debris flying like waves in all directions. The ground trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the rock walls at the edge of the basin.

A violent shockwave swept out like a tidal wave, forcing the surrounding elves and subterranean creatures to retreat.

When they finally managed to stand up, they looked closely and discovered that the golem had been slammed into the ground, with most of its body embedded in the rubble, only its head, shoulders, and half of its torso showing.

On the surface of the body, the metal was cracked with countless fine cracks, and dark light emanated from the cracks, like flowing blood.

The greatsword fell to the side, its dark light flickering like a candle in the wind.

Seeing this, the onlookers were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape, speechless for a long time.