The Golem Mage Chapter 1093: Chaotic Countdown End.

The instant Connor spotted the gun barrel aimed straight at him, the gleam in his eyes faded instantly. Ignoring the agony, he struggled to pull himself free.

Alec matched his height almost exactly, and in Connor's debilitated condition, breaking loose was nearly impossible.

Bang!

Another gunshot exploded through the air. Connor's head shattered apart, followed by a sharp ping that reverberated across the battlefield, signaling to all that one more Bloodline Academy member had been taken out.

Kira had shaken off her stupor by then. Horror filled her eyes as she refused to accept that a teammate was gone in just seconds of her spacing out, especially with stars still swirling in her sight.

A ticking noise then echoed loudly, making everyone glance skyward. They finally spotted the source: the War God Mage Team's score had surged into the 400s.

Alec looked up and noted they held only two rune points still; the central rune had flipped back to white due to enemy team members lingering inside the circle beside him.

Without claiming the third rune, Alec remained utterly confident of victory in the coming fifty seconds.

“Alec! A little support!” Brandon yelled from the rooftop.

With Alec no longer pinning Dragov using the compressed blood bullet, Dragov had steadied himself and was nearly escaping the quicksand trap.

The ticking from above ignited a bizarre urgency in everyone. Damien ramped up his savage attacks on Lucas too, discarding all caution and defense while brandishing dual blood swords in a desperate frenzy.

Too bad for him—in a fight dragged to the bitter end, he'd picked the worst foe. Lucas relished battles like this.

Cuts marred his body and blood weapons whistled through the air at him, yet Lucas kept smiling. Even in retreat, he parried strikes, whirled his glaive, and unleashed lightning-infused Qi blasts.

Lightning energy now rampaged fiercely inside Lucas. A mere touch from a lower-tier mage would electrocute them instantly.

No matter how desperate the situation grew, Alec stayed utterly composed, unflinching.

He glanced at Brandon, racked the shotgun again, then slung it loosely over his shoulder with the barrel drooping low behind, firing blindly without a look.

Thud!

After the booming shot came the thud of a body slamming down; Kira had crept up silently for a lethal hit on Alec, but she'd failed completely.

Alec's Bat-Type bloodline, in its current activation, had sharpened his senses to a peak, rendering him hyper-aware of even the tiniest noises.

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Quicksand Trap ]

Unable to shift from his spot while securing the central rune, Alec unleashed the identical spell remotely, thrusting his right hand toward Dragov; as it triggered, a vast dome of power seemed to envelop the entire battlefield.

Mana erupted from Alec, fusing straight into the preexisting trap, while a triangle of earth-based glyphs materialized overhead, syncing between Alec and Brandon from separate spots and zeroing in on the trap area.

Once the glyphs fully appeared, the quicksand ballooned in scope and ferocity—this round, it didn't merely drag, it pulverized.

In mere seconds, Dragov plunged deeper as the sand scoured him with brutal pressure; five seconds on, only his hand stuck out, scarcely breaking the surface.

[ Mid-Tier Spell – Second Form – Sand Burial ]

Alec and Brandon then simultaneously balled their fists.

The sand imploded with savage force, entombing Dragov in its vise-like heart.

Five seconds later—

Ding!

A chime blared, confirming Dragov's first elimination in the match; right then, the alert declared the central rune point recaptured by the red team.

The clash now hurtled toward its finish, with Damien the sole remaining Bloodline Academy fighter nearby—and even he couldn't overpower Lucas.

Damien muttered curses as defeat dawned on him. At the outset, Endrick's drained blood had let him hold his own against fully geared Lucas.

Yet matching him blow-for-blow just burned through his blood stockpile fast; his wild style forced constant self-healing in combat, plus he'd poured it into powering up strikes to clash head-on with Lucas.

With his blood reserves tapped out, nothing remained—he lay wholly exposed to Lucas's whims.

Without a moment's delay, Lucas swung his glaive in a mighty slash, unleashing a huge blade Qi that ripped through Damien, bisecting his body perfectly in half.

That blow appeared to signal the fight's conclusion, despite Carmilla and Dragov having already respawned and charging back into the fray—

Right before their strikes could hit Alec, a sharp noise blared out

Ping!

The piercing ping reverberated through the arena, freezing the action as every gaze shifted to the projection array overhead.

[ Red Team 500 – 306 Blue Team ]

The War God Mage Academy had hit the score threshold.

“Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhh!!!”

The whole stadium exploded in cheers, the audience surging with uncontainable joy over the epic scene they'd just seen.

Obsessed fans nearly demolished their seats, their roars thundering across the arena, yet no matter the frenzy, the verdict was set—the enormous water screens showing the battle shattered into specks, dissolving into nothingness.

Simultaneously, the glowing barrier around the mages at the creation stone started pulling back, revealing the space.

Mages from both academies, hands still pressed to the stone, began opening their eyes one after another, while the water screens withdrew, exposing them to the crowd roaring with savage intensity.