WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 91: Venom Escape

Storm clenched his jaw, his body still crackling with residual energy. But the rage burning inside him had nothing to do with Elvira. No—he was furious at himself. 'I should have ended this earlier.'

If is mind if he had gone all out from the start, this battle would already be over. He had options—methods that could have guaranteed his victory.

But now? Now he had burned through too much mana, leaving him without the resources to use them.

His gaze sharpened as he focused on Elvira. 'If not for her…' His mind raced, piecing together the fragments of what had just happened. 'But just who the hell is she?' No one had mentioned her in their reports. This was a critical failure in their intelligence. 'Those bastards!'

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Ben saw a flood of notifications flicker across his vision.

[Your Krell Scout has perished!]

[Your Krell Soldier has perished!]

[Your Krell Scout has perished!]

[...]

Even in the midst of his fight with Venom and its army, he had felt the tremors from the other side. But he hadn't been worried. One was still alive. Most of his forces over there were still active.

Then, a blinding flash.

And now this.

If he hadn't been able to sense Elvira's presence, he would have already abandoned the fight and sprinted toward the west. 'What the hell happened over there? Is that blue Ravager stronger than this green one?' The thought barely had time to settle before—

WHOOSH!

Ben twisted, dodging at the last second as a Brute Ravager charged straight at him. The massive creature tackle forward, its momentum carrying it too far.

STAB!

Ben's blade appendage lashed out, plunging straight into the gap beneath its armored plating. The Brute let out a painful roar, struggling—but Ben was already moving again.

A barrage of spines screamed toward him. The Spine Ravagers had repositioned, firing in synchronized bursts.

Ben's other blade appendages moved in a blur, intercepting the incoming projectiles mid-air. At first, he had only been deflecting them randomly, reacting on instinct.

Now? Now he controlled every motion with purpose.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Each deflected spine redirected—not into the ground, not into the walls, but straight back at the enemy.

The Brutes barely flinched, their thick armor protecting them. But the normal Ravagers? The moment a spine struck a weak point—They're Dead!

One Ravager's throat was pierced, sending it crashing down in a convulsing heap. Another took a hit to the leg, its movement faltering as blood poured from the wound. A third collapsed, screaming, when a deflected shot punched straight through its eye socket.

Ben didn't hesitate. His gaze locked onto Venom. He needed to end this fight—fast. He could check on the western battle through the hive mind if he wanted. But he didn't.

If the situation over there was worse than he expected, then what?

Losing focus here would be a death sentence.

Venom had been holding back. After everything so far, Ben knew the bastard was playing with him—testing him. It kept watching, studying him, waiting for a single opening to exploit.

'This thing's a problem,' Ben thought, eyes narrowing. 'It seem That blue one fights head on. But this one? This one's calculating. It's waiting for me to make a mistake.'

He wasn't going to give it that chance.

He launched forward, closing the gap in an instant. His blade appendages blurred, a storm of sharpened edges carving through the air.

CLANG!

Venom dodged, twisting unnaturally as its tail lashed out. its tail snapping around like a whip. Ben barely ducked in time, the venom-drenched tip slashing past his face, close enough to burn the air around him.

SLASH!

Ben's pickaxe tore through flesh. A deep, ragged gash split across Venom's carapace, dark-green fluid spilling onto the ground. The creature stumbled back, a guttural hiss escaping its mandibles.

Ben pressed forward, forcing Venom on the defensive. His strikes were relentless—blade cutting from multiple angles, forcing it to retreat step by step, never giving it space to breathe. For the first time, he saw hesitation in its eyes.

"ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!" Venom roared loud enough to shake the battlefield.

The moment the sound rippled through the air, every remaining Ravager moved at once. Brutes. Spines. Even the injured. All throwing themselves at him, all in unison.

Ben's instincts screamed. They weren't attacking him. They were blocking his path for Venom. "Oh, no you fucking don't." His eyes flashed with fury.

A Spine Ravager jumped at him—his blade impaled it mid-air. He tore it free, just in time to sidestep another set of claws aiming for his back. His body twisted, adaptive muscles flexing, shifting—he vaulted over a Brute's charging form, landing on the other side in a single fluid motion.

His mind raced. Should he chase, or hold the battlefield?

His focus flicked to the hive mind—he felt the battle on the other side, felt Elvira's overwhelming presence, felt One's coordinated tactics. The Krell were still holding. They would survive.

Ben's grip tightened. He exhaled sharply, his gaze locking onto the retreating Venom. "Run all you want." His lips curled into a wicked grin. "I'm still coming for you."

Ben tore through the battlefield like a living shadow, his blade arms carving through anything that dared to stand in his way. The Ravagers moved, desperate to slow him down, but they were too slow.

His adaptive muscles surged, beetle-like hind legs pounding against the ground, launching him forward in a blur of motion. Each step sent shockwaves through the earth, dirt and debris kicked up in his wake.

Venom was fast. But Ben was faster.

Venom weaved through the Myushromm trees with unnatural agility, its body twisting, bending around obstacles like a snake. Its tail flicked, sending bursts of venomous spines scattering behind it.

FWIP! FWOOOSH!

A storm of venomous spines shot out, sharp enough to pierce steel.

Ben moved without thinking, twisting mid-stride. One clipped his shoulder—searing pain exploded where it grazed his flesh. 'Shit. It was even deadlier than before.'

His body adjusted instantly. Blade appendages retracted, shifting—segments folding inward, armor plating stretching across his forearms, forming jagged shields.

Clank! Clank!

Another volley came. This time, he angled his body just right, letting the spines deflect harmlessly off his armored arms.

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Venom clicked its mandibles, realizing Ben wasn't slowing down. Then, without warning It dove straight into the ground.