WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 150: Taste Ruin
Ben raised his pickaxe, instincts sharp. He expected the Magus to come charging, but instead, the man turned sharply, his body flickering toward another direction entirely.
Ben's brows furrowed. "Where the hell's he going?" he muttered under his breath, watching the trail of sparks left in the Magus's wake. "Escape? Or a trap?" Something didn't add up.
On the wall, Elvira worked feverishly over the magic circle. Her hands moved with speed, rewriting runes and forcing mana into new pathways.
"If I can just find the frequency..." she whispered to herself, eyes narrowing. Then her head snapped up. Her heart skipped.
'My Beloved go after him! He probably want to do something so you cannot break his spell.'
Ben's expression hardened the moment her words reached him. His eyes flashed toward the fading figure. The realization hit like ice in his gut.
If the Magus succeeded in stabilizing aether into a casted spell, there'd be nothing left for Ben to destroy with his pickaxe. His only advantage gone.
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A few attack could decimate his whole body, each time eating way at his biomass stockpile.
He kicked off the ground, launching forward like a missile, eyes locked on the glowing figure in the distance. "Not on my watch," he growled.
CRACK!
A streak of lightning tore the air as the Magus suddenly twisted mid-flight. Without warning, he raised his left arm. Then, in a flash of severed it clean at the shoulder.
Blood didn't fall.
Instead, the dismembered limb twitched midair, arcs of flame, shadow, and lightning weaving through its flesh.
Its form twisted, bones cracking, feathers sprouting from molten veins. In moments, it reshaped into a monstrous bird, its wings made of storm clouds, its beak burning like a furnace, its screech echoing through the cavern like thunder.
Ben's eyes narrowed. "You're not serious."
But the beast swooped toward him, talons sparking with elemental fury. Ben raised his pickaxe, deflecting one strike, then twisting to dodge another, but the creature didn't stop. It spun like a cyclone, hammering into him with relentless force, driving him back, blocking his path.
Meanwhile, far ahead, the Magus landed soundlessly in front of Draeven and his friends.
The ground split slightly beneath his feet as he straightened, cloak fluttering, lightning still crackling around his remaining hand. His dragon-scale skin shimmered with suppressed heat. His red eyes gleamed.
Draeven's muscles tensed. Vek'tal and T'zarek turned sharply, instinctively falling into formation. Their senses screamed danger.
"The hell…" T'zarek muttered. "Are you the Magus?"
The Magus tilted his head slightly, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. "You three. Did you found the Relic on those beast!?"
Draeven's eyes narrowed, shovel sliding into his grip.
The Magus let out a soft, amused chuckle. "I see."
In the next breath, he vanished.
CRACK!
A boom of thunder shattered the air as the Magus reappeared right in front of T'zarek, arm already cocked back. A flash of elemental energy surged around his fist, lightning, flame, and shadow woven together into one devastating blow.
T'zarek's eyes widened. "Shit—!"
He snapped his hands forward, slamming them into the ground. In an instant, a wall of stone burst up, followed by another, and another. Thick slabs of reinforced earth stacked before him in a desperate defense.
BAM!
The Magus's fist hit the first wall. It didn't break. It evaporated.
Each barrier dissolved like paper under a storm. T'zarek was already retreating, throwing up more walls, his boots sliding across the ground as the raw pressure from the Magus blew past them like a typhoon.
BAM!!!
Than A gleam of purple came from behind. Draeven struck.
He come in with all his force, shovel arcing toward the Magus's spine like a falling executioner's blade. His molten veins glowed beneath his skin, the purple flame surging as his body ignited with war fury.
The Magus didn't even turn. Instead, his shadow surged up, twisting into a shield of black flame that met Draeven's weapon mid-swing.
BOOM!
The impact lit the entire cavern, a flash of shadow and fire locking against purple flame. Draeven gritted his teeth, pushing harder, his feet digging trenches into the ground.
"Not bad," the Magus muttered, the corner of his lips lifting. "Let's see how long you can keep it up."
He snapped his remaining fingers.
BZZZT!
From the ground beneath Draeven, black lightning surged upward like a trap. Draeven leapt back just in time, only for the Magus to dodge and send a blast of compressed shadow straight toward T'zarek, blowing through the last of his stone shields.
Vek'tal eyes flared in anger, he dashed forward like a boulder shot from a cannon. Each step cracked the ground beneath him, his towering Nephirid frame shimmering with molten heat.
BOOM!
He smashed straight through a tendril of shadow, flames licking across his chest as he come with both arms. "You're mine!" he bellowed, locking the Magus in a crushing bear hug.
Crackling lightning tore across Vek'tal's skin. Black fire flared from the Magus's body, trying to melt through his armor. But Vek'tal held on, muscles bulging with strain, buying time.
Draeven wasn't about to waste it. "MOVE!"
Vek'tal twisted his torso just in time for Draeven to vault over him, shovel gleaming with purple flame.
The Magus's eyes snapped toward the incoming strike, but Draeven was already mid-swing, purple flame roaring along the weapon's edge.
CLANG!
The Magus caught it with his forearm but even then, he staggered back, black lightning arcing wildly from the impact.
Draeven landed in a crouch, steam rising from his shoulders, and grinned. "Not so invincible now, huh? Seem my flame is working"
But the Magus just laughed, low and sharp. Suddenly, his body pulse an explosion of aether surged out like a wave.
Vek'tal was thrown back, rolling across the ground. Draeven slid, digging his shovel into the floor to stop himself.
The Magus floated up slightly, feet no longer touching the earth, wings of fire spreading from his back, casting flickering shadows over the stone walls. He raised one hand. Lightning gathered in his palm. The other summoned swirling flame.
Then both hands dropped toward the warriors. "Taste ruin."
Twin beams surged downward, one of lightning, one of fire, tearing toward Draeven and Vek'tal with the force of a collapsing mountain.
And from the side CRACK!
A pickaxe slammed into the Magus's shoulder from behind, driving him down like a meteor. Ben had arrived.
