As the invocation spilled out onto the battlefield again, I grit my teeth and pumped my feet against the ground, running as fast as I could even atop the soft soil, rushing towards the embroiled Demons and slamming into the backs of the Terracotta Golems.
My Khopesh slashed down into the armored back of the nearest Golem, and I was rewarded with a satisfying crunch as the blade cracked apart the hardened clay armor that it was made from and revealed nothing besides a giant Core inside, which pulsed with mana and shattered as soon as my Khopesh traveled through the Golem's back and into its chest.
Crumbling to the ground 'dead', the Golem began to break apart instantly, returning to the earth and freeing my blade up for the next Golem, all while I looked out for whatever the invocation had accomplished; each one so far had been of significance and has altered the battle in one way or another, so I was partial to believing the Goblin King didn't speak without reason.
