The Golem Mage

About Time.

Swing!

The Butcher’s Thunder Axe crashed down to the ground, releasing a discharge of lightning that sent shockwaves through the nearby demonic beasts.

Their bodies quivered involuntarily as the Butcher dashed into their ranks, not even bothering to lift his axe from the ground.

The weapon was responsible for the lightning discharge, and to maintain the spell, it had to remain embedded in the ground for a few seconds until the mana infused within it ran out.

Taking advantage of their vulnerable state, Butcher unleashed a flurry of punches, his hands moved with such speed that the demonic beasts, still trembling from the lightning strike, could only watch helplessly.

They couldn’t track his movements, and in the next instant, Butcher’s hand would plunge deep into their chests.

He moved with a frenzy, his hands a blur as they pierced through the chests of the upright beasts and the brains of those on all fours.

It was as if his hands were phasing through them, crushing their hear