The Golem Mage Chapter 1070: He Is Back Final

The fans of the Central Kingdom were desperate to steer clear of the miserable fate that had befallen the Western Kingdom supporters, mainly since every academy from the western region had been swiftly disqualified.

Currently, mages from that fallen kingdom merely showed up to observe the competitions of academies from rival nations.

They joined the spectacle to stay in the loop, maintaining a facade of neutrality while provoking others with taunts, fueled by resentment over their own teams' defeats and the advancing success of competitors.

This bitter scenario was precisely what the Central Kingdom's mages aimed to escape for their own sake.

Although many Central Kingdom supporters firmly believed their squad had earned its spot, sharp-eyed spectators shot suspicious glares at the judge, sensing his intentional delay to stir up trouble.

And sure enough, the Central Kingdom audience began to divide right before their eyes: one group roared for Aeron, while the opposing faction bellowed for Kealus.

“I sense those two could clash even before the real fight kicks off,” quipped a fan from the East, sparking hearty laughs from his companions nearby.

Even though a handful of Central Kingdom enthusiasts caught the remark, they simply amplified their cheers, robbing the Eastern fans of any glee, and shortly after, the judge resumed his proclamation.

“Trailing them are Darius Blade, Talon Blade, and Sora Blade.”

In that instant, the whole Central Kingdom area exploded in excitement as they caught sight of the fresh additions to the Blade clan squad.

The reason these mages had held back from competing so far remained a mystery, yet it was clear they possessed far greater combat experience compared to Selara and Neriah Blade, the duo they had stepped in for.

The thunderous cheers from the Central Kingdom mages prompted those in the Eastern section to examine the arrivals with intense focus.

Talon Blade sported fiery red gauntlets on his fists, a compact spear hanging over his shoulder, while Sora carried paired tonfa blades secured at his hips.

While the Eastern fans' gathering started evaluating the newcomers' fighting skills, the judge's voice rang out once more, pulling the entire arena into hushed attention.

“Emerging from the final tunnel, please greet the War God Mage team, guided by their temporary vice captain, Lucas Blade,” declared the judge.

At once, a surge of chatter swept across the audience, filled with mutters and whispers wondering why the War God Academy's leaders would deploy an injured fighter.

Some even complained that if the War God Mage Academy intended to surrender the bout, they ought to at least let reserve team members shine, as they hadn't displayed their talents yet, especially since this could mark their final showdown.

In their view, should the War God Mage squad genuinely plan to yield the contest, handing the chance to backups would have been the smartest choice, yet Lucas Blade at last emerged from the designated tunnel for his team, drawing every gaze in the crowd straight to him.

His expression remained as intense as ever, his massive sword and the pole-like grip for its glaive form bound across his back while he marched ahead.

“His body shows no signs of injury anymore, without even a trace from those brutal slashes he suffered yesterday,” one mage in the otherwise quiet throng finally gathered the nerve to whisper.

“Didn't they claim the War God Academy lacks funds and can't aid its mages in healing so quickly?” another voice chimed in, utterly bewildered. To this observer, Lucas's flawless condition was utterly puzzling.

“Why the surprise, everyone? Whatever that destitute academy attempts, victory in this clash is beyond their reach. It's simply not their destiny. Place your wagers—I'm certain their squad will fall first,” proclaimed yet another mage, brimming with absolute confidence in their swift defeat.

“Coming next are Brandon Gordons, Arthur Gordons, and Knight Gordons,” the judge went on, revealing the remaining fighters for the War God Mage Academy lineup.

Although the audience stayed mostly quiet and restrained, the devoted supporters instantly tuned in upon hearing the names succeeding Lucas.

The mention of "Gordons" had grown inseparable from the War God squad, given their leader's family tie, but during the previous round, key Gordons clan figures appeared absent from the action.

With the name resounding once more, supporters ignited with faint hopes of witnessing that signature "Gordons’ magic" in play, leading them to rally with cheers—admittedly softer than those from the other two kingdoms' jeering crowds, yet they poured every ounce of energy into backing the War God team.

The trio of Gordons men advanced from the tunnel, gesturing warmly to their clustered supporters.

“Finally, leading the War God Mage Academy team as captain, Alec Gordons,” the judge revealed, causing the Northern fans' area to plunge into total stillness, as though disbelief had seized them all.

The rival sections that had been heckling froze in shock at the sight of the persistent zealots in the Northern group falling mute; it was then that Alec stepped forth from the tunnel.

That distinctive kimono, the laid-back demeanor, the grin, the pair of weapons at his left side with his left palm casually upon them as he sauntered out leisurely...

No one could refute it—this was the mage they'd longed for so intensely. Suddenly, it seemed like kegs of explosives had detonated.

“Alec Is Back!!!!!!!!!!”

The repeated cry of "Alec is back" boomed without end as the Northern zone, crammed with rabid fans, burst into deafening roars; despite their fewer ranks, their fervor quickly drowned out the jeers.

Their uproar was so fierce that supporters from other realms paused to gawk at the figure who'd just appeared; even in the elite VIP area for teams, figures like Dragov Dragonmir and Vincent Whitefang found themselves grinning.

“Demonstrate just how far you've advanced!” Vincent whispered, his gaze locked on Alec.

In the elevated VIP tier, a single level higher than the competitors' seats and meant for rulers and principals, the Northern Kingdom's deans, accustomed to Alec, sat unfazed,

while those from elsewhere continued to underestimate him, viewing the frenzy as overblown hype for a doomed squad.

Amid the chaos, Old Man Alderic ignored the rest, his stare unwavering on the Northern Kingdom's ruler.

The king sported a heavy scowl throughout; Alec's announcement left him visibly confused, and upon his entrance, a clear sense of dread settled over him.

Witnessing the sovereign in such distress brought pure joy to Alderic.