Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 395: Mutated Second Floor: The Grave of Grotesque Toads (11)

The strike landed, but the obsidian barely cracked under the force of his blade. His eyes widened in frustration, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He leapt backward as the second golem swung a massive arm toward him, narrowly dodging the blow as it whooshed past his chest.

"Athena, we need magic!" Cyrus yelled, his feet skidding across the uneven ground as he tried to gain distance.

Athena, already repositioning herself behind a crumbled pillar, raised her hand and conjured a torrent of crackling energy. She launched it toward the first golem, the bright arc of lightning slamming into its chest with a thunderous crash. The energy danced across the obsidian surface, but the creature barely faltered. Its steps slowed for just a moment, and Athena gritted her teeth.

"They’re resistant to magic!" she shouted, her voice strained.

Sylus didn’t hesitate. He charged up and roared as he charged the second golem, his greatsword swinging with all his might. He slammed the blade into the side of the monster’s knee, and this time the impact was enough to crack the armor. The golem groaned, its leg buckling slightly as it shifted its weight to the other side. Sylus, sensing an opportunity, pressed forward. He twisted his body, swinging his sword in a wide arc, aiming for the already damaged area. His muscles screamed in protest, but the blade connected again with a satisfying crack, sending shards of obsidian flying.

But the golem retaliated swiftly. Its massive hand shot down toward Sylus, its fingers splayed wide, intending to crush him. Sylus ducked, rolling to the side just in time to avoid the crushing force, his breath ragged as he pushed himself back to his feet.

Cyrus, seeing the opening Sylus had created, dashed toward the same golem. He focused, channeling aether into his blade until it crackled with raw power. He leapt into the air, spinning as he brought the blade down in a powerful overhead strike. The energy surged through the sword, and when it collided with the golem’s damaged leg, the obsidian cracked further, a fissure spreading through its hardened armor. The golem staggered, but it wasn’t enough to bring it down.

Suddenly, the other golem, which had momentarily been stunned by Athena’s attack, moved with terrifying speed. Its arm shot out, its obsidian fingers closing around Cyrus before he could react. He struggled against its crushing grip, feeling the air being forced from his lungs. His free hand glowed with aether as he tried to force the golem’s hand open, but it was too strong.

"Sylus! Athena!" Cyrus gasped, his voice strained as he struggled to breathe.

Sylus responded immediately. With a roar, he swung his greatsword in a wide arc, the blade slicing through the air with a whistle. He aimed for the golem’s wrist, striking with everything he had. The obsidian armor cracked, and the golem’s grip loosened just enough for Cyrus to slip free.

As Cyrus hit the ground, he rolled to avoid the golem’s follow-up attack, its massive fist slamming into the ground where he had just been. The earth trembled from the impact, and Cyrus sprang to his feet, his breath ragged. He looked to Sylus, giving a quick nod of thanks before turning his attention back to the fight. Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

Athena, seeing the creatures’ resilience to magic, shifted her tactics. She stopped trying to overpower them and instead aimed for their movement. Her hands moved in a blur as she conjured a series of illusionary copies of herself, sending them rushing toward the golems. The creatures, though mindless in appearance, reacted to the decoys, their massive arms swinging toward the illusions as if they were real threats. This gave her and the others precious seconds to regroup.

Cyrus wiped sweat from his brow, his chest heaving as he adjusted his stance. "We can’t let them pin us down! Stay on the move!"

Sylus grunted in agreement, his greatsword already raised again as he moved in, targeting the cracks in the golem’s armor. He swung in a wide arc, the weight of the blade dragging through the air as he aimed for the weakened joint. The impact shattered a piece of the obsidian plating, and the golem’s leg buckled under its own weight, forcing it to kneel.

But the fight was far from over. The second golem, seeing its companion stagger, surged forward. Its massive fist came crashing down toward Sylus, but Cyrus was already in motion. He dashed forward, his body moving with fluid precision as he deflected the blow with a surge of aether, diverting the attack just enough to save Sylus from being crushed.

Athena, now using her magic to create more distractions, watched as her illusions flickered and disappeared under the golems’ relentless attacks. Her mind raced, calculating her next move. She summoned a wall of flame to block one of the golem’s advances, but the creature walked straight through it, barely slowing as the flames licked at its hardened shell.

"They’re too coordinated!" Athena yelled, dodging a falling chunk of debris as one of the golems stomped through the crumbling ruins of the church.

"They’re working like a hive mind," Cyrus panted, sidestepping a wide sweep from the other golem. "We have to break their rhythm."

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"Keep chipping at them!" Sylus barked, his greatsword flashing in the dim light as he delivered another punishing strike to the already cracked leg. The golem let out a low groan, swaying as more of its obsidian armor splintered.

But even as they fought, exhaustion was setting in. Every dodge, every swing, every spell cast took more and more from them. The fight was turning into a battle of endurance, and the golems showed no signs of slowing.

And then, with a sickening grinding sound, the golems suddenly retreated a few steps, their bodies shifting and flexing as they began to fuse together. The obsidian forms melted into each other, their hulking bodies becoming one monstrous entity—twice as tall, twice as thick, and exuding an aura of pure malice.

"Are you kidding me?" Cyrus breathed, staring up at the towering figure now looming over them.

"Focus!" Sylus growled, steadying his stance. "This isn’t over yet."

The obsidian black golems stood before them, looming with a deadly presence, their obsidian forms now more solid and imposing than before. The trio, bloodied, exhausted, and ragged, didn’t have a moment to rest. As the two creatures reared back, Sylus took charge, planting his feet firmly into the ground, gripping his greatsword tightly. He glanced at Cyrus and Athena, who were equally battered but ready for the next move.

"We need to organize," Sylus shouted, voice rough but steady. "I’ll hold the line—Cyrus, hit hard when you see an opening! Athena, we need every bit of support you can muster!"

It wasn’t the most well-thought-out plan, but it was the only option they had in the moment. Athena, from the backline, took in a deep breath and began conjuring various protective spells. Her hands glowed with vibrant energy as she cast a shimmering barrier over Sylus and Cyrus, creating a faint aura that crackled with protective magic.

Sylus tightened his grip on his greatsword and stepped forward. He acted as the front line, throwing his weight behind each step, creating a barrier between the golems and his companions. The nearest golem swung its massive arm toward him, the obsidian limb cutting through the air like a boulder launched from a catapult. Sylus moved, twisting his body just in time to absorb the impact with the flat of his greatsword, using the force to pivot on his heel and redirect the blow, skidding slightly under the sheer force.

The impact shook him to his core, but Sylus growled through clenched teeth, bracing himself and forcing the golem’s arm off to the side. "Now, Cyrus!"

Cyrus, eyes sharp and calculating, leaped forward the moment the golem’s balance shifted. His aether blade flared to life in his hand, crackling with an ethereal blue glow. He dashed toward the creature, angling his body low to the ground, avoiding the sweeping arm of the second golem. His speed was his greatest weapon now.

With an upward slash, he struck the golem’s exposed side, sending a crackling wave of aether energy through its obsidian armor. The strike hit hard, cracking the outer layer of the golem’s shell. As the fissure spread, Cyrus didn’t stop. He pivoted mid-step, shifting his weight to his back leg, and spun in a tight circle, bringing his blade down again on the same spot with a violent CRACK. Another fracture split the golem’s armor, chunks of obsidian falling away like brittle stone.

The golem let out a deep, hollow groan and swung its arm down in retaliation. Cyrus was already moving, his body flowing with each attack, dodging just in time to avoid being crushed. He twisted his body mid-dodge, throwing himself out of harm’s way, before sprinting back toward Sylus.

Meanwhile, Athena remained at the back, sweat pouring down her face as she struggled to maintain her support magic. With every movement the golems made, she had to readjust her spells, keeping the barrier strong while casting regeneration magic to mend the wounds of her comrades. Her hands flew in rhythmic patterns as she conjured tendrils of light, healing the cuts and bruises on Sylus’ arms, even as he blocked another powerful blow from the first golem.