?The Flesh Golem wanted to put the leg that was in the air back on the ground and reach around back to its other leg and grab Vatel and the two golden wolves. However, the special attack divisions and the Golden Wolf Legion made use of the opportunity that Vatel and the two wolves had gotten them.
Melee mages and fighters rushed forward in unison and attacked the Flesh Golem's airborne leg to keep it in the air. Naturally, since the Flesh Golem didn't feel pain, their endeavor was mostly useless. But each second they managed to delay the Flesh Golem regaining its footing was another second that the mages and long-distance mages could use to attack the Flesh Golem's torso and head. At the same time, the Golden Wolf Legion targeted the Flesh Golem's arms to prevent it from defending itself or attacking Vatel and the two wolves.
And the melee combatants did manage to delay the Flesh Golem's foot descending long enough for Vatel and the two golden wolves to land their attacks.
A thunderclap rang out as Vatel used a martial technique to enhance the force of the aura in his blow. He slashed sideways across the Flesh Golem's heel, and a shockwave accompanied the thunderclap on the other side of the tendon that Vatel tried to cut.
At the same time, the golden wolves' shiny claws dug into the relatively thin hide at the back of the Flesh Golem's knee.
With a soft groan, the Flesh Golem, assailed on all sides, lost its balance. The knee that the two wolves attacked buckled and sank to the ground. The Flesh Golem put its other foot on the ground with a tremor and placed a hand next to itself to steady itself.
The special attack divisions felt some hope since Vatel's and the two wolves' attacks had been successful. They had managed to bring the Flesh Golem down to a kneeling position. As long as they kept it up and continued wearing away at the Flesh Golem, victory would be theirs.
However, the Flesh Golem wouldn't be known as one of the Tribe of Death's ultimate cards if it went down that easily.
The Flesh Golem used the moment the attack divisions inadvertently let down their guards and used its kneeling position to launch a sneak attack. It straightened its legs and shot forward while reaching out with a hand.
The Flesh Golem might not have been made for speed and agility and was even slower than many high level mages and fighters who were confident in their speed. However, it was a being that approached the transcendent level. The bursts of power it could unleash were more than enough to catch the group of melee attackers by surprise.
Some were quick enough to save themselves and one or two of their comrades. But few of them managed to escape unscathed from the Flesh Golem's hand that came swatting down on them. Most of them were directly turned into a sticky bloody mess that clung to the Flesh Golem's palm. There were also several who dodged the strike but couldn't evade the aftershock and had their orifices and internal organs injured or ruptured.
The Flesh Golem's surprise attack had done more than merely overwhelm the special attack division. It had also shown how cutting its tendons to incapacitate it wouldn't work.
Fear seeped into the combatants' minds, especially the ones who barely made it out alive from the Flesh Golem's palm strike. But the Lightning Rascals, led by Vatel, and the Golden Wolf Legion didn't show any fear as they once again attacked the Flesh Golem.
Before the Flesh Golem could retract its arm, Vatel rushed to jump up on and run atop it toward the Flesh Golem's head. While running, Vatel dragged his spear against the Flesh Golem's arm and split open its skin in a long line.
Several of the golden wolves joined Vatel's efforts and jumped up to latch on and gnaw away at the skin flaps that Vatel peeled off for them. They successfully managed to tear away several chunks of grey, bloodless flesh that fell to the ground.
However, the Flesh Golem stood up and shook its arm lightly, which threw off the golden wolves and sent them crashing to the ground. And without the wolves holding its wound open, the flesh on the Flesh Golem's arm wriggled and repaired itself until it looked like nothing had happened.
Vatel saw out of the corner of his eye that his attack had been rendered useless. But he didn't care about that. He was busy pushing himself through the stench that surrounded the Flesh Golem's body, especially its mouth, in order to find an opening to attack. He also had to avoid the Flesh Golem's hands, both of them now that he had reached the shoulder and headed toward the neck.
Thankfully, Vatel wasn't the only pest that buzzed around the Flesh Golem. There were the golden wolves and the other members of the special attack division. The other Lightning Rascals were especially zealous as they launched attack after attack toward the Flesh Golem.
Hassandra used her invisible string to chip away at the Flesh Golem's body and make it use as much demonic energy as possible to restore itself. It would both distract the Flesh Golem and reduce how long it would last.
Hullie and Kaler worked together to keep the Flesh Golem's arms away from Vatel. Either by directly attacking and forcefully redirecting the arms or by making the Flesh Golem defend itself by targeting the places that would require a lot of demonic energy to restore, such as the eyes.
The Flesh Golem could blink to defend against the attacks targeting its eyes, but that would leave it momentarily blind and vulnerable, so it didn't do it unless absolutely necessary.
However, even if it only did it when it couldn't use its hands to defend or move its body to avoid the attack, there was still someone who noticed the Flesh Golem's tendency. There were probably several who noticed, but there was one person who could do something with that knowledge.
And General Scoll used his voice magic to relay the information to Silver Knight.
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