Following Professor Morillan's command, a volley of bolts and sorceries rained into the crimson mist. However, judging by the lack of any significant reaction, the results were likely negligible.
"Professor Morillan, before that mist closes in any further, order the Golems to advance."
Griff turned to Morillan, pointing toward the towering Golems currently crouched on the ground. These constructs differed slightly from the Golems of the Golden Dynasty; the light radiating from their internal joints was a pale, chilling azure.
"Very well."
Morillan agreed with the logic and nodded. He tapped his staff gently toward the constructs, sending a ripple of pale blue mana cascading toward the two Golems.
Crrr-ack!
With a sound like grinding tectonic plates, the dim blue light within the massive Golems flared into a blinding brilliance. They were fully operational.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, one Golem tore a massive Golem's Halberd from the earth. The other moved with slow, deliberate precision to unshoulder a colossal Golem Greatbow. It drew the string back, the tip of its massive great-arrow glinting with a cold, metallic sheen.
THUM!
In the next instant, a sound like a giant drum echoed across the battlefield. The massive arrow streaked from the bow, trailing a localized tempest as it vanished into the blood-red mist.
The sheer force of the wind created a temporary vacuum at the impact site, scattering the surrounding mist. However, this relief was short-lived; the nearby fog quickly swirled back in to fill the void.
Mohg, watching from the shadows, nodded to himself. It was fortunate he hadn't ordered his men to rush blindly into the mist; that single volley would have resulted in catastrophic losses.
The Golem wielding the halberd began to stomp forward. Its massive frame shattered the camp's wooden palisade as it swung its weapon into the fog. Compared to the archer, this Golem's sweeping strikes had a far more significant impact on the visibility of the battlefield.
Seeing this, Morillan ordered the Greatbow Golem to cease fire to avoid wasting its limited supply of oversized arrows. Such a massive construct only carried six arrows on its back; it was better to conserve them for high-value targets.
As the halberd-wielding Golem began its rampage, a new wave of crimson mist billowed out from the forest. This time, the color was deeper, the texture thicker, and the aura far more suffocating.
This time, the caster was Mohg himself.
"Begin. Spread out and stay clear of that Golem's reach. Advance toward the camp."
"Understood!"
Griff's brow furrowed as he watched the mist thicken. He turned to Morillan. "Professor, do you have a solution?"
"We must expend our bolts and mana to bombard the area. The Golem can only hold one flank; we must hold the rest ourselves." Morillan remained calm, his voice level as he addressed the lieutenant.
Griff nodded. Since Harold had left Morillan in command, Griff was duty-bound to follow his lead. Fortunately, their tactical assessments aligned. In his view, allowing that mist to reach their lines would be the worst-case scenario.
Inside the mist, the Blood Warriors dispersed under the direction of Mohg and Horuff to avoid being clustered together under heavy fire. As those blessed by blood, their vision was not significantly hindered by the fog; in fact, the crimson haze acted as a beacon, highlighting the positions of friends and foes alike.
Mohg acted as the collective "eyes" of the group, guiding them along the safest routes. Even so, casualties occurred. It was impossible to dodge every projectile and spell. While the ideal strategy would have been to use the mist to drain the enemy's resources and mana, casting such a high-level incantation was also a significant drain on Mohg's own reserves.
They needed a swift resolution, so they pressed the attack.
Griff, hearing muffled groans and screams coming from within the fog, realized the enemy had arrived. He quickly organized his soldiers to increase the intensity of their fire. The halberd Golem also accelerated its pace, stomping toward the source of the mist.
"Sovereign, the Golem is coming!" Horuff warned, his eyes narrowing.
"I know. I will deal with it. You all continue into the camp under the cover of the mist!"
Mohg nodded, and a pair of massive black wings unfurled from his back. With a sudden burst of speed, he broke through the canopy of the mist and soared into the sky.
Such a conspicuous move did not escape the notice of Griff and Morillan.
"Eyes on the sky! Concentrate fire!!"
As Griff ordered his men to focus on the flying target, Morillan held the Greatbow Golem back. Golems were too cumbersome for aerial targets. While the arrows were devastatingly fast once fired, the wind-up time made them too easy for a skilled flyer to exploit.
The halberd Golem, originally preparing to strike the fog below, noticed Mohg approaching. It gripped its massive halberd with both hands and raised it high.
BOOM!
A shockwave resembling a localized earthquake rippled through the surrounding area. Dust and debris surged ten meters into the air, and a massive fissure split the earth beneath the Golem's feet.
However, the earth-shattering blow missed its mark. Mohg had already reached the Golem's head, raising the Death's Poker high.
CRACK!
A violent explosion rocked the Golem's head. The soldiers below could see a visible shockwave ripple across the construct's helmet as its massive frame stumbled back.
The impact left a jagged crack in the Golem's helm. Sensing the threat, the Golem dropped its halberd and reached out with its massive stone hands to swat Mohg out of the air.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a flare of blood-red light erupted on its head, followed by a deafening explosion. Mohg plunged the Death's Poker into the Golem's neck, the tip of the weapon surging with a concentrated orb of Bloodflame.
In the next instant, the viscous, red fire began to gurgle out of the Golem's neck like actual blood, splashing across its torso and down onto the Carian camp below.
Soldiers splashed by the liquid flame collapsed, rolling on the ground in agony. Field medics rushed forward, only to find that the wounds inflicted by this eerie flame were not just burns; the fire seemed to "bleed" the target, causing wounds to expand and hemorrhage uncontrollably.
It was a phenomenon none of them had ever witnessed.
BOOM!
But their attention was quickly drawn back to the sky. Mohg, hovering mid-air, had driven the Death's Poker deep into the Golem's head, triggering the weapon's inherent power... the power of Ghostflame!
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