WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 156 - Magus Golem Army Vs Krell

156: Magus Golem Army Vs Krell

156: Magus Golem Army Vs Krell

Ben nodded toward the glowing battlefield below.

“Simple,” he said.

“Let One finish them.”

Below, One’s voice echoed across the hive mind.

“All Krell Units—initiate Break Point Formation.

Intercept.

Isolate.

Cripple their flanks.

Keep them out of the tower’s shadow.”

The battlefield churned with movement, golems thundering forward in unison, stone legs pounding the ground like war drums.

Their formation three lines thick.

The front carried massive shields fused with lightning glyphs, intercepting arrow volleys and magical blasts.

The second wielded stone, bladed polearms, stabbing over their shield-bearers’ shoulders.

And the third?

Casters.

Golems with runic cores pulsing from their chests, launching earthen spikes and bursts of magnetic force to drag enemies into the killing zone.

One, standing high on the central tower, adjusted the battlefield layout in real-time.

“Units Beta and Sigma pull to the flanks.

Scouts, circle left and aim for their rear casters.

Tower teams,, fire on groupings, not singles!”

With One’s command, the battlefield shifted.

The Krell reformed into waves, flexible unit rotating like a spinning phalanx.

Krell Soldiers charged in pairs, one blocking with carapace shields while the other stabbed under gaps in the golems’ armor.

Each successful kill was logged, calculated, redistributed into better strategy.

BOOM!

A ballista fired from the southeast tower, the bolt enchanted with frost runes.

It punched through two golems before detonating, ice surged across their bodies, freezing joints and locking down formation flow.

CRACK!

Bolts of purple lightning lanced from the Magus body, shooting into the backs of his own troops.

They didn’t fall.

Instead, their bodies twitched, glyphs flaring as new programs took hold.

Instantly, the formation changed.

Shield bearers shifted into diamond patterns, overlapping their barriers.

Polearm units rotated outward, pushing Krell from the flanks while gravitational fields locked several squads midair, floating helplessly.

But the Krell weren’t done.

With the pressure mounting, traps triggered across the field.

Grimslate spikes erupted beneath the golems’ feet, tearing apart two formations.

Another trap activated, binding golem limbs just long enough for Krell Scouts to dash in and plant explosive talisman.

BOOM!

Stone limbs scattered, runes dimmed.

One’s eyes glowed faintly.

“We hold here,” he growled.

“Ten minutes.

That’s all we need.”

Above it all, the Magus body begin to recover albeit slowly.

But even as his power slowly rebuilt, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face.

He could feel it now the soul fire is still burning on his body from inside, no matter what he do, he fail to extinguish it.

Meanwhile the clash keep goin

From the towers, fresh ice bolts were launched one after another.

The bolts struck with pinpoint accuracy, crashing into the densest points of the golem formation.

BOOM!

One bolt exploded into a frozen mist, sending dozens of golems into a lock state as circuits overloaded.

Another shattered midair, splitting into five smaller shards that rained down in an arc, breaking shields and severing limbs.

But the golems adapted.

With a flicker of runes across their bodies, the frontline changed.

Stone reformed.

Wounded units dragged shattered limbs, fusing together into twin-bodied abominations.

From the rear, mage golems released seismic pulses—waves of raw tremor that cracked the floor beneath the Krell.

CRACK!

One of the outer barricades broke.

The Krell line faltered for just a breath.

“Fallback three meters.

Tighten!” One’s voice echoed from the hive mind.

“Group Delta, deploy acid mines.

Scout Team Four, target their healers, now!”

BOOM!

Dozens of tiny canisters burst from hidden chambers beneath the stone walls, spinning into the air before slamming into the ground.

One by one, they popped like bubbles, unleashing thick clouds of sizzling green gas.

The fog spread fast, clinging to everything it touched.

Golems that stepped into it began to melt, stone hissing and cracking as the acid ate through their limbs.

Some staggered, others collapsed, their bodies crumbling under their own weight.

Then came the Krell Scout trained as Assasins.

They moved like ghosts.

One blink, and they were gone.

Another, and a golem’s head flew off its shoulders.

Grimslate blades flashed in the mist, carving through gaps in stone armor.

They leapt off walls, slid beneath crumbling giants, and struck where it hurt the most.

The golems tried to fight back, but they were too slow.

Every punch they threw hit only air.

Krell Soldiers burst from underground tunnels, heavier armor, with dual spears.

They didn’t hesitate.

They slammed into the weakened golem flank like a steel tsunami.

CLANG!

SLASH!

BOOM!

One golem was impaled and torn apart in the same motion.

Another was overwhelmed by five Krell latching onto its limbs and pulling in different directions, until it snapped in half.

The Magus eyes narrowed.

“Enough.”

His eyes flared.

Every golem instantly stopped.

Their runes shifted.

They began to glow brighter.

Ben narrowed his eyes.

“Shit.

They’re detonating.”

“Evacuate the walls!

NOW!” One shouted.

But it’s too late.

With a sound like a thousand drums collapsing, the golems exploded, one by one, detonating in violent chains.

Shockwaves of burning mana erupted outward, sending arcs of wild energy crackling through the air.

Stone shrapnel flew in every direction, and the ground itself buckled beneath the force.

Magnetic pulses tore through the earth, twisting gimslat beams like paper, shattering weapons, ripping the battlefield apart.

But Elvira was already moving.

“Adamant Bastion!” she roared.

Runes lit up in a brilliant color, blue, silver, and violet surging outward from the circle like a tidal wave of light.

A dome of shimmering magic exploded from the base, engulfing her allies just as the shockwaves hit.

The mana storm clashed against her barrier like a hurricane smashing a wall of crystal.

Flames licked the surface.

Stone splinters shattered on impact.

Energy screamed and curled like dying lightning against the protective veil.

But the barrier couldn’t save everyone.

Those closest to the base were wrapped in its protective light, shielded from the worst of.

But the Krell fighting too far beyond the circle’s reach weren’t so lucky.

The outer rings of the blast hit them like a wrathful god.

Some were vaporized instantly, erased in flashes of white-hot mana, their forms reduced to ash before they could even scream.

Others were thrown like rag dolls, their bodies torn by flying stone and twisted metal.