WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 154 - Invaders
154: Invaders
154: Invaders
Ben bit his lip, doubt creeping in.
He hadn’t tried it.
Not yet.
Not because he couldn’t, but because he was afraid.
Not of failure, but of success.
He knew what it meant to play god.
He knew how those stories ended.
Artificial beings too smart, too strong… what if they turned?
The hive mind kept them loyal, the system bound them, but his old-world fear still whispered at the back of his mind.
Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Maybe not.
BOOM!!!!
Another shockwave.
A golden column of flame erupted behind them, splitting the dark.
It shook the earth.
Draeven stumbled mid-stride, fists clenched, breath ragged.
That was it.
The final flare.
The last of his brother’s light.
Ben didn’t slow.
“Pick up the pace,” he called, voice steady.
“We don’t have much time.”
Draeven didn’t answer, but he ran.
Neither of them looked back.
Because if they did… they might never look forward again.
It doesn’t took long for both of them to reach Ben’s base.
The moment they landed on the wall Evlira give Draeven a glare.
She quickly concluded his identity, this is the other being that come toward their base.
The one that wait out for them to attack the magus to tire both out.
Than the enemy is too strong forcing him to combine their force.
But that’s now why Elvire glare at him, his appearance Elvira remember it clearly.
The one that come from the dept attacking every single kingdom, pulling everything into chaos.
It may not directly cause her defeat but it’s one of the reason.
Elvira’s voice was sharp, her eyes colder than ice.
“Why is a Nephirid here?”
She stood at the edge of the wall, arms folded, her mana already gathering behind her gaze like a loaded spell.
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t need to.
Every word came with weight.
Draeven said nothing.
His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.
His eyes were distant locked on something far away.
On fire.
On loss.
Ben stepped between them.
“We don’t have time for this.”
Elvira’s eyes didn’t leave Draeven.
“My beloved you don’t know what his kind did.
What they started.”
“I don’t,” Ben said calmly.
“But right now, we have a Magus breathing down our necks.
That thing nearly killed us both.
We need to cooperate now.”
“He started a war—”
Ben snapped.
“Focus on the present Elvira!”
Elvira’s expression tightened, her jaw clenching.
“If I know my communication spell will be used to talk with nephirid I will not make it.
She mumbled in silence.
Her eyes flicked to Draeven one last time, then turned away.
Ben hear it but decided to ignore it, it’s thanks to elvira communication spell etched on his accessory that he could talk with Draeven and the magus.
The thing were loaded with many language that Elvira have collected from her past lives.
Without it he will probably the one that kill the nephirid before taking care the Magus.
Kill the weak first, to reduce the enemy numbers.
Ben nodded, voice steady.
“I don’t know who you are, but we need to cooperate now.
Tell me everything you know about the Magus.”
Draeven with distant gaze narrate everything about the magus in short and concise story.
Ben absorbed every word, but his expression didn’t change.
“Tch.
Useless information,” Elvira muttered from the side, arms crossed.
Ben sighed, rubbing his temple.
“She’s not wrong.” He turned to Draeven.
“All this tells me is what I already know.
He came for me… and he’s a monster.”
Elvira’s eyes gleamed.
“I have an idea.
Leave the Nephirid here while we escape.”
Ben shot her a look.
“Elvira.”
She smiled coldly.
“What?
He’s burned half the world before.
Let him pay it back.”
Before Ben could respond, a gust of heat washed over the wall.
The golden pillar of flame in the distance began to fade, its light flickering like a dying star.
Then it collapsed in on itself.
Silence followed.
But in that stillness, a figure rose from the molten crater.
The Magus.
His robes were torn, one arm limp, a deep gash across his chest seeping lightning and blood.
His wings sputtered with arcs of broken mana.
And yet… he was smiling.
Ben’s jaw clenched tighter.
“He’s wounded,” Elvira said, her voice low, sharp.
“But already healing.”
Ben’s fingers curled around the pickaxe, knuckles white.
“Doesn’t matter.
He won’t stay down.”
“We still have a chance,” Draeven cut in, his voice rough, cracked for just a moment before it steadied again.
“The soul fire from my brother… it’s inside him now.
Burning him from within.”
He looked up, eyes filled with grim certainty.
“That flame, it’s not something you can put out.
No matter how strong he is, it’ll keep eating at him.
Tearing through his soul.
He might heal his body… but not that.”
“So it should make him a bit weaker.”
Elvira let out a sigh, despite the situation it left bitter taste for her to be on the same side with a nephirid.
“Let me try my beloved.”
Elvira raised her hand, as the entire base trembled.
Lines of glowing runes spread across the walls and floor like veins of fire.
The central magic circle ignited with light, each ring spinning at a different speed.
Her hair fluttered as raw mana surged around her.
One by one, magic circle bloomed into existence above her head, each layered atop the other like concentric halos of destruction.
“Fusion Magic—Cataclysm Requiem!
First Layer!”
Fire, ice, and lightning spiraled from the topmost circle into a singular lance.
It howled through the air, a bladed storm compressed into one destructive thrust. freёwebnoѵel.com
The spear of elemental power surged forward, tearing a hole in the sky as it launched toward the Magus.
“Second Layer!”
A barrage of elemental arrows followed—each infused with split elements.
Flame, frost, Thunder, and light .
They screamed after the first blast, whirling in synchronized arcs.
Before the two spell could even his Elvira already cast the next layer.
“Third Layer.”
Massive chains of fire erupted from the base of the spell formation, each shotout toward the magus.
