WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 50: Overwhelming Power

Flames erupted as the five Ashborn dashed forward. The ground shattered beneath their charge, heat rippling outward.

The woman's chain writhed like a serpent, snapping toward the Magus with a speed that create tear on the wind. The lean Ashborn drew his scimitar in a single motion, the air around the blade shimmering . The broad-chested one, fists ablaze, closed the distance with terrifying speed, ready to bring down a blow that could reduce a man to pulp.

The Magus? He hadn't moved. The moment the first Ashborn came within striking distance, the Magus lowered his hand.

A deafening boom split the air as a second bolt of lightning descended out of nowhere. It struck the earth with the force of a divine hammer, swallowing warriors and fire alike liek divine punishment.

For a moment, nothing was visible. Just searing light. Then the smoke cleared. More than half of the remaining warriors were gone. Nothing left. No bodies. No bones. Just scorched earth where they had once stood.

The Magus lowering his hand to his side as he finally took a step forward. "Are you sure... you don't lose?"

The axe-wielding Ashborn's face darkened, his ember-like eyes narrowing. They had never expected the warriors to win. That much was obvious. But at the very least, they should have forced the Magus to work for it. Wear him down. Overwhelm him with sheer numbers. Give the Ashborn an opening. A single lethal strike—that was all they needed. Then, depending on the result, they would either finish him off... or capture him.

But now?

The battlefield told a different story. The warriors—their supposed disposable blades—hadn't just failed. They had been erased. Gone. Burned from existence before they could even touch him.

The warhammer-wielding Ashborn clenched his jaw. "Enough waiting." His voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Go!"

The five Ashborn moved as one. Their living weapon ignited, as the very air around them began to warp. The ground cracked beneath their feet, scorched black just from their presence.

The warhammer came down first.

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BAM!

A shockwave exploded through the cavern, fissures splitting outward in a violent chain reaction. The sheer force shattered stone pillars like brittle twigs, sending debris raining down from above. The entire battlefield shifted under the blow.

The chain-wielding Ashborn moved next. Her weapon lashed out like a bone serpent, moving far faster than any ordinary weapon should. It snapped toward the Magus to caputre him.

The scarred Ashborn followed, his black scimitar slicing through the air, its heat so intense that the very oxygen burned in its wake. The moment it moved, it became a blur, a flickering afterimage of molten death

The fistfighter struck in tandem, his arms a maelstrom of molten fury. The air distorted around his blows, each one carrying enough force to shatter mountains. Fire trailed his strikes, scorching deep trenches into the ground even before they connected.

And the silent one?

The spear disappeared.

One moment, it was in his grasp. The next—it was flying, warping, reappearing in places it shouldn't, as though it had a mind of its own. Each strike defied reality itself, aiming for the Magus from impossible angles.

A full onslaught. And yet— The Magus? He did not dodge. Did not retreat. Did not defend.

The warhammer slammed down—only to pass through him like mist. The chain coiled—only to grasp at empty space. The scimitar sliced—only to find no purchase. The fists struck—but they might as well have been swinging at a ghost. Even the spear, its path unpredictable, landed in the earth with nothing but silence.

The Magus body blurred only in that moment, than suddenly reappear a short distance away.

Then— The Magus moved. A single step. A slight shift. His immense mana spread out. It was subtle at first. But then the ripple expanded, The very battlefield twisted and folded in on itself, a monstrous force dragging everything into its collapsing heart. The warrior barely had time to register the pull. For a moment, there was no up, no down. No body. No self. Just the chaos of existence unraveling.

And then—

CRACKLE! RUMBLE!!!

A sphere of lightning tore into being, lashing out with seething tendrils of raw annihilation. The warriors never stood a chance. One heartbeat, they were there. The next—ashes. Every last Nephirid warrior, erased. Their weapons, their armor, their very selves—devoured by the storm, scattered as dust across the void in the span of a single breath.

The Ashborn barely remained standing. But they heavily wounded. Their flesh peeled away, obsidian skin crumbling like shattered stone , A mortal would have died a thousand times over. But they were not mortal. Limbs regrew. Flesh stitched itself back together. And through it all, the Magus watched. "Your kind is like a cockroach." His voice was calm, almost amused. "Still want to continue? Or should I end it here?"

The axe-wielding Ashborn gritted his teeth, molten eyes flaring. "IGNITE!!" The moment the word left his lips, the axe in his hands shuddered. A deep, hungry vibration rippled through it before flames erupted, swallowing both weapon and wielder in a raging inferno.

The Magus sat there, unmoving. Unbothered. Watching like a spectator at a play. "Interesting. I've heard of this before, but seeing it firsthand... Hmm. And what about the rest of you?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Going to transform too? Maybe you should scream 'Henshin!' instead of 'Ignite'—it'd be more dramatic."

The other Ashborn hesitated. They didn't understand the Magus's words, but they felt the taunt in them. And it worked. Their molten eyes flared, hands twitching as they prepared to awaken their living weapons—Until one of them raised her hand. "Stop!" Her voice cut through the tension like a blade. "If he's really this powerful, why waste time talking? I think there's a restriction on him."

The others froze. But it was too late for the axe-wielding Ashborn. The flames that had engulfed him dissipated, revealing his body—now clad in armor born from the primordial fire.