WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 152: Escape

From a distance, Ben watched in silence, his eyes were narrowed down. Something was wrong. The Magus's aura… were changing.

'He's evolving again…' Ben took a slow breath.

The Magus lifted one hand. His fingers curled.

The ground responded.

A ripple shot through the stone beneath them. The earth heaved like a living thing. Then sharp obsidian pillars erupted upward shooting straight for Draeven and Vek'tal.

Draeven dove, rolling between the first two only for a third to burst from the side. He twisted midair, landing in a crouch as his shovel sliced through it with a hiss of purple flame.

Vek'tal roared, his fists glowing red-hot. He shattered two spikes with brute force, only for a geyser of fire to erupt at his feet.

BOOM!

Flames licked at his limbs. He jumped back but then came the lightning.

Crackling arcs burst through the spikes like serpents, connecting each one in a crackling web.

"Damn it!" Draeven snarled, barely avoiding another spike that nearly skewered his side.

The Magus hovered above the chaos, both arms raised now, conducting the storm. Fire, earth, and lightning moved like extensions of his will.

Ben, watching from a distance, narrowed his gaze. He gripped the pickaxe tighter. 'This… is bad.'

He realize now the magus have power over earth, if he master it use, this will mean he could attack from every spot.

The only save place will be his base, fighting agains enemy on their homeground were it's clear they have benefit is a stupid choice.

He didn't hesitate. "Retreat!" he shouted across the battlefield, voice sharp and commanding. "We're done here. Follow me!"

Draeven, mid-swing, glanced his way, eyes burning. "What?!"

"There's no winning like this," Ben snapped.

"This whole place is a danger for us," Ben continued, backing up without turning his gaze from the magus. "He controls the elements. The ground, the air… every inch of this place answers to him."

Another pillar of flame erupted nearby, forcing Vek'tal to shield his face. "Then where?!"

"My base," Ben said, eyes cold. "

He turned, took one powerful step, then another, then leapt into the air, pickaxe swinging to blast open a safe path.

"If you want to survive, move!" he barked.

Draeven growled, but after a glance at the molten spikes rising from the earth, he turned to grab Tzarek's limp body.

Vek'tal followed, flames burning bright on his back as he covered their retreat.

And overhead, the Magus watched with amused disdain. "Run, little rats," he murmured. "Let's see how far you get."

The ground vibrated.

Behind them, the Magus raised both hands.

Stone ruptured upward in jagged spikes. Lightning crackled through the air like a living web. Pillars of flame burst from fissures in the cavern floor.

Ben didn't flinch. "Go!" he barked, his legs coiled, Adaptive Muscle doing it works. He sprinted across the unstable terrain, bounding from rock to rock as flames licked at his heels.

Draeven held tight to Tzarek's body, his shovel spinning in one hand to deflect the falling debris. His purple flame flared, burning through a burst of lightning that nearly struck him.

Vek'tal barreled through falling boulders, using his armored frame to shield the others. He roared, slamming a wall of fire into a wave of molten stone that threatened to swallow them.

Behind them, the Magus smirked. He stepped forward mid-air. With a flick of his wrist, a giant spear of fused lightning and magma formed above him, spinning like a drill.

He launched it. Ben felt the incoming force before he saw it. His instincts screamed.

"DOWN!" He tackled Draeven, forcing them both to the ground just as the spear passed overhead. It struck the far wall.

BOOOOM!

The explosion shattered the cavern wall. Rubble rained down. A wave of heat and dust surged out, throwing them all forward.

Ben hit the ground hard, skidding, coughing. But he rolled back to his feet, pickaxe already glowing. "Move! It's not over yet!"

He spun, launching a Grimslate block from his inventory. It smashed into a rising pillar of stone, breaking their path free again.

"We're close," he muttered, scanning the tunnels. "Just a little further."

But the Magus wasn't letting go.

He appeared ahead of them, cloaked in crackling arcs of purplish lightning.

Ben's pickaxe gleamed in the dim light.He charged, pickaxe out. Behind him, Draeven dropped Tzarek and roared, his shovel blazing purple. Vek'tal ignited, fists clenched tight, heat rolling off him in waves.

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CLANG!

Ben's pickaxe collided with the Magus's forearm. The shockwave cracked the stone beneath their feet, splitting the ground.

The Magus twisted, countering with a backhand of pure energy, but Ben ducked low, spinning with a sweeping arc that clipped the Magus's ribs again, forcing a snarl of pain.

Behind him, Draeven surged forward, purple flames roaring from every inch of his body. His shovel carved a blazing arc through the air, cutting straight through the Magus's next spell mid-formation.