WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 238: The Match Result...

"Attack it from the inside!" the Ashborn roared as Craze shot through the air.

Watching this, Elvira chuckled, clearly amused. She had no sympathy for people like Craze.

"A nephirid bullet? That’s pointless," she said. "Unless he finds the true core, all he’ll do is waste the mana powering that thing."

"You figured out how the hydra works?"

Elvira nodded. "Necromancy here is different from what you’re used to. It’s not just puppeteering corpses. It’s about reconstructing essence from their remains and then using that essence to reanimate a body.

That essence acts as the core. As long as it exists, and has mana or aether to sustain it, it can’t truly die."

"Interesting… What about the evolution trait?"

Elvira raised two fingers. "Two possibilities. Either he’s been playing around … or this Hydra is a recent acquisition, and he’s still adjusting to it."

"No wonder necromancy got erased from history," someone muttered. "In the right hands, it’s completely broken."

An undead soldier who never dies and keeps coming back? Even if it’s limited by mana, the sheer morale damage could destroy an army.

Just look at the Hydra, Ben was certain the Nephirid prince’s hope of winning had bottomed out. If anything, he was probably becoming more cautious, more wary of the hooded man.

Ben turned his gaze back to the battlefield. "Looks like this match is over. There’s no way they can win."

"Who knows," Elvira shrugged. "If Craze gets lucky and finds the core, they might still pull through."

"But the core clearly isn’t in the head or chest. Can’t he move it wherever he wants?"

Elvira shook her head. "Doubt it. If he could do that, he’d be a god-tier mage." She opened her palm, conjuring a magical projection of the Hydra.

"Just like when you create the Krell, necromancy isn’t as simple as casting a spell and calling it done. You need an intricate understanding of anatomy to make it work."

Ben nodded. He knew exactly how hard it was to get even the basics right.

"Now imagine adding another layer to that complexity, a system where the creature’s entire function is powered by a single core. What do you think happens if that core is constantly moved?"

It clicked in Ben’s mind like a lightbulb flicking on. "Right... That’d be impossible for someone like me."

"Exactly. To move the core and adapt the spell in real time without the body disintegrating? That’d take a god-tier mage. Forget fighting him, we’d be better off running."

Elvira’s gaze sharpened as she stared at the trio. "Do you think they’re all Magus?"

"They’re definitely connected," Ben replied. "And from what I’ve seen so far, each one of them is stronger than him."

Elvira nodded in agreement, her eyes locked on the Hydra. For her, this was another fascinating spell worth studying, something she could potentially adapt into her own golem designs.

As she watched the battlefield, Ben stood up.

"You should keep watching the match. I have something to take care of."

"Where are you going? Gravenhold?" Elvira asked, glancing at him.

Ben nodded. "Not exactly there, but I do need to arrange a meeting with that Nephirid prince."

With Daemon still a looming threat, Ben had no intention of sitting back and waiting for answers to fall into his lap. He trusted in his strength, enough to plan an ambush once the prince left Gravenhold.

"Alright then, be careful," Elvira said. "Don’t worry, I’ll handle Vlontera while you’re gone."

Ben gave a small smile. "I’m not worried."

Just as Evlira have confident in his strength, so does Ben. He believe no problem with occur with her handling everything.

Meanwile in the arena, the match continue.

The moment Craze crashed into the Hydra’s, everything inside turned to chaos.

He tumbled through layers of mucus and bone, his armor scraping against sharp teeth as he plunged down the beast’s gullet. The stench was overwhelming, a mix of rotting blood and burning mana. But Craze clenched his jaw, focusing his energy as he extended a blade from his forearm.

"Fuck him! Bastard!!! To throw me like this!!!" he roared, stabbing into the flesh and releasing all the energy he could muster. The inner walls of the Hydra spasmed violently as veins burst and mana circuits overloaded.

From the outside, the beast convulsed. One of its heads suddenly twitched mid-cast, its breath weapon backfiring in its own throat and detonating in a burst of unholy energy.

’Now.’

The Ashborn warrior’s eyes flared with molten intensity. Steam hissed around his body as he ignited his inner fire, then shot forward like a comet. He burst past scattered debris and slashed-down air currents, closing the distance in a blink.

"Blazing Fang!"

His molten scrimitar erupted from his gauntlet, wreathed in flame and glowing red-hot. He twisted mid-air and drove the weapon into the Hydra’s exposed underbelly, right where Craze’s internal attack had left a crater.

This is the ashborn new technique, he have invented it after being beaten by the Magus.

The blade pierced through toughened scales, sinking deep until it struck the glowing core, barely visible under warped muscle and regenerating bone.

A shockwave tore outward. As flame ignited out form his body.

Feeling the scorching heat Craze cursed in his mind, at this point he will probably not survive at all, but he doesn’t stop. If he going to die, he plan to bring all of them with him.

The Hydra screamed, not from one head, but all six, voices layered and distorted in agony. Its entire frame spasmed as if trying to reject the blade, as its regenerative tissue tried and failed to close the wound fast enough.

Black blood sprayed into the air, followed by bursts of sickly green mana.

Inside, Craze eyes focused like a lunatic, despite the situation he was in, he could feel something is completely different now. "Seem this time we hit something important on this hydra."

He thrust his axe again, into everything he could reach, and the creature’s interior lit up with surges of blue and red,.

Outside, the Ashborn didn’t let up. He twisted the blade, igniting the wound further. "Burn, you rotten thing!"

Another of the Hydra’s heads exploded from overload, sending teeth and gore flying across the battlefield.

The tide had turned. But the Hydra wasn’t done yet.

Its remaining heads reared back, glowing brighter than ever before, and from deep within its chest.

"You want to go berserk?" the Ashborn bellowed. "Fine. So will I!"

Flames erupted from his feet and shoulders, forming wings of cinders. He launched upward, flipped once in the air, and dove like a meteor, plunging his entire arm into the beast’s open wound.

The Hydra shrieked. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

All four remaining heads launched beams in random directions, crashing into the magical barrier enclosing the arena. The creature bucked wildly, twisting and contorting, its colossal body convulsing as inner mana lines sparked and shorted out.

Inside, Craze was no longer cutting. Hand over hand, soaked in blood and bile, he made his way up a pulsating spine-like column of mana threads.

And then he saw it. A core, thrumming with unholly energy like a heartbeat made of stars.

"Hahahaha!!! So this is it," he laughed maniacly.

He don’t understand how it work, but somehow their attack seem to overload the creature magical circuit allowing them to see the beast weakpon. But for the ashborn he doesn’t find it weird. This is the unique ability of his flame,

Craze raised his axe high, drawing on everything, rage, fear, mana, pain, and swung down with a roar.

The moment the blade struck, the core cracked.

BOOM.

A shockwave ripped through the creature. The first explosion came from within, mana liquefying flesh, organs vaporized instantly. Then came the second, Ashborn’s flame igniting the volatile mix of energy.

The Hydra began to swell. Its skin glowed sickly green from within as fire raced across its insides. Heads writhed, limbs spasmed, and then, It exploded.

BOOOM!!!

A blinding white-gold fireball erupted in all directions. The blast consumed everything, and sent a shockwave flattening the whole arena turning it into a deep crater. The magical shield start cracking under the attack, making the coliseum staff run in panic to strengthened it.

The hunched hooded man stand up from his seat, while he cursed, "Impossible!!!"

Meanwhile the nephirid prince were in euphoria. He have tough that winning is impossible, but somehow his luck seem to prevail. "I know it, picking Brelgor is the right decision, his flame unique properties allow him to fight against those stronger than him.

The light began to dissipate. Chunks of charred flesh and crystalized bone rained down like meteorites.

A breeze swept through the ruined battlefield, carrying the stench of burnt meat and ash.

From the smoke, something moved, a burned figure barely alive, with only one limbs begin to crawl.

Craze stumbled forward, panting. "I’m... never doing that again."

Moments later, the Ashborn rose from the rubble, body filled with blood, his whole skin were burned down by the explosion but it already begin to regenerate.

"What a crazy Flame…"