The Golem Mage Chapter 1100: Troublesome Gordons Duo 2.

After those words, the duo started pouring mana into their mana pools. Unlike Alec, they lacked space pouches, so their golems remained stored inside their mana pools.

Though this served as the standard storage for fresh golems, it grew impractical when a mage handled several golems; by then, grabbing a space pouch proved much handier.

Nearly at once, runes materialized overhead, shimmering softly before steadying, as a gateway ripped open.

A silver golem stepped out from Arthur’s portal, shaped like an ornate chainmail suit on exhibit, now enhanced with a gleaming extra layer of silver plating.

From Brandon’s side, a towering wooden treant emerged, bulkier than most treants, its wooden frame featuring naturally shaped elements—a waist belt and hand guards formed from deeper-toned wood.

Brandon himself couldn’t quite grasp why his golem adopted this shape, yet post-evolution, it locked into this design.

Darker timber coiled around its waist like a short belt cover, and its hands sported what appeared as sturdy wooden gauntlets; despite looming over Brandon, this didn’t stop their flawless teamwork in battle.

“Merge!” Arthur shouted, his golem breaking apart into myriad shards that raced toward him.

Within moments, the pieces swarmed over him—layer upon layer—transforming him into a fully armored silver knight, radiating knightly aura.

“Ready!” Brandon called, spotting Fang and Sojin charging back in, their blades inches from striking distance.

“Yes,” Arthur replied, triggering the spell he’d prepared in secret.

[> Mid Tier Spell — Sand Cloud <]

A huge cloud of sand lifted skyward above them, twisting fiercely like a trapped whirlwind, mimicking a tiny airborne whirlpool; sensing danger, Sojin wasted no time.

He whipped his hands once more, launching a fresh barrage of twin kunai at them, aiming to break their spells before completion.

Yet they paid him no mind, as Brandon unleashed his spell next, while Arthur’s features vanished under a helmet, leaving just a slim rectangular visor for his gaze.

[> Mid Tier Spell — Quicksand Trap <]

The earth underfoot caved in right away; without fighting back and under Brandon’s command, they plunged deep into the mire before the kunai or shinobi could close the gap.

“Eiiik—”

Sojin and Fang skidded to a stop right at the quicksand’s rim, recalling its devastation on mages during the prior War God Team bout—they refused to tumble into such an evident trap.

Yet doubt crept in as they pondered ‘why cast it on themselves?’

Instinct drew their gazes up to the airborne sand vortex, realizing ‘it must link somehow; the Gordons wouldn’t doom themselves without a backup strategy.’

With their focus locked on the spinning sand overhead—Roots exploded from the quicksand beneath, vine tendrils snaking around their legs, squeezing tight and hauling them toward the depths.

They slashed wildly at the wooden bonds in reflex, severing them to break free, but the true strike lay elsewhere.

Arthur plunged from the overhead sand cloud, striking precisely when their attention fractured—perfectly synced with their battle against the quicksand and those vines boasting undead resilience.

Suddenly, he charged and rammed his shoulder into Sojin, hurling him airborne; simultaneously, Brandon materialized in the air too, treant at his flank, one enormous arm still half-buried in the upper sand swirl.

Now the crowd grasped the scene unfolding.

Though the exact spell workings of the Gordons duo eluded them, the visible cues showed the upper sand cloud and lower quicksand fused together.

The Gordons pair wielded them as an integrated network—a portal system—enabling fluid shifts across locations.

Fang tried morphing into smoke to flee, but the vines kept pinning his solid form, blocking full shift; every slash brought fresh coils, thwarting getaway.

Yet Fang ranked low on Brandon’s targets right now; he’d already begun weaving a new spell, aimed straight at the spot where Arthur and Sojin dueled.

Sojin, hurled airborne by the brutal shoulder bash, spun in midair before landing steadily, rapidly steadying his footing. Right as he ceased his backward slide, he slapped his palms together, shaping a hand seal.

[> Mid Tier Spell — Shadow Lock <]

Simultaneously—

[> Mid Tier Spell — Earth Terrain Rearrangement <]

As Sojin fired off Shadow Lock—targeted at binding Arthur, who barreled forward low and swift with forearm spikes resembling blades—Brandon fired back with an immediate spell of his own, seeking to thwart Sojin’s plan, while stone pillars exploded upward from the earth, throwing the battlefield into disarray.

Shadow chains lashed out, secured to invisible anchors below the ground, every one capped with shadowy, nail-shaped barbs crafted to stab and immobilize, yet the abrupt pillar surge blocked many trajectories, causing the chains to smash into each other, swerve, or falter in speed.

Noticing this, Sojin thrust his hands ahead and closed his eyes, concentrating fiercely, enhancing his grip on the shadow chains through sheer mental force.

Obeying his will, they moved with greater agility—snakelike, threading around the fresh stone pillars with eerie accuracy, their wicked points swiveling toward Arthur from various angles.

The chains twisted and whipped ahead, attempting to capture their prey, but Arthur’s agility and pace, boosted by Brandon’s aid, proved troublesome; he leaped from the soil and bounded across the nearby stone pillars, hopping from one to the next in quick bursts.

Every leap propelled him onward, dodging amid the pillar maze until he exploded free from the obstructed area, now mere meters from Sojin.

A few shadow chains persisted in pursuit, having tangled around the earth pillars he’d hoped would shake them off, whipping through the air at his heels, though they fell just shy of contact.

Adrenaline surging, Arthur lowered his posture a bit, his forearm-extended dual spike blades grinding against the ground as he surged ahead—the piercing metallic scrape resounded.

That noise alone instilled dread on Sojin’s features, his eyes flying open—

Too late.

Yet upon opening them, he saw Arthur right before him; with a detonating thrust, Arthur swung his left arm upward like an uppercut, the metal blade fused to his forearm ripping through Sojin’s lower jaw—

—and erupting from the crown of his skull.

Sojin’s eyes bulged in horror, arms outstretched as he fought to summon power for the nail-ended shadow chains to plunge into Arthur’s back.

But Arthur pressed on, his helmet parting and sliding down in a fluid, segmented slide like a magic-wielded nano-structure, exposing his face—achieved through sorcery, not tech.

Then his right arm stabbed forth in a thrusting jab.

Once more.

Yet again.

Every blow speared Sojin’s torso until his form slackened—

—and melted away, marking the inaugural fatality in the finale.

“War God Mage draws first blood!” a voice boomed over the deathly quiet arena.