Chapter 13-356: A Polite Trail of Ruin (2/2)

Well, now those barriers had nice big holes in them.

Legion dove cleanly through the newest jagged hole, took two steps, and lifted the lever there. There was a crackling discharge of electricity, to their lack of surprise, and the barrier rose cleanly behind them, dust and a few chips of stone falling down to join the scattered debris on the floor.

They were amused when they thought about animals from outside entering, but the aura of death about the place was probably more effective than anything else in keeping them away.

Most amusingly, this hallway led away... and down.

It only took one step to suddenly be aware of the spatial fluctuations. Tail twitching, they paused to make sure there were no sudden surprises and collapsing spells, and continued down the stairs there.

Every step seemed to be doubling in spatial length. They were still inside Traveler’s Commune with Nature, and a Warlock Grandmaster stood out like a bright spot of light in such a thing once the Astral Ward was bypassed. Traveler could easily tell where they were, and they were heading down at great speed as they danced down the steps.

A hundred steps, and suddenly they were beyond Traveler’s range, curving around and down the side of something very large. The greatly stretched space suddenly arched in a half-circle, gravity bending in a non-Euclidean space, and without really changing orientation, suddenly going down was now going up.

They looked at the steps curving up now, following the same diagonal as before, but the orientation had reversed.

A Hollow World...

They circulated a greater amount of the Hotfoot Ki, and as they started moving upwards, their speed started to increase, rising like heated air with speed and energy.

They came to a halt very suddenly when the gleam of magic was revealed ahead of them.

Glyphs, written into the walls, and something embedded into the walls to take advantage of something stunned or damaged or blinded on the landing.

Well, that was what the Sun Saves were for. They were absolutely certain they were far beyond the threat range of those Symbols, but that was what Mastery/5 in Devour Magic plus Purity was all about.

The Casters of the Symbols weren’t weak, but they were dealing with a Warlock who could keep up the Dispelling effect all day.

The stone golems fit into the walls folded out one by one as their Symbols were attacked, and Legion was perfectly happy to disassemble them violently. The healing power of Wrath plus Fast Healing got rid of their bruises within moments, and they kicked the rubble out of the way and headed upwards.

They smirked as the goldweight costs of each of those golems floated past them, and reflected that someone was going to be very irritated with them.

They stepped up to the top of the stairs, and looked down the long hall there.

Clacking, clinking, and clunking, more bone and stone golems shifted to face Legion. The former were in a rather eclectic state beyond the normal four-armed skeleton murderer, having some saurid and saurial forms with rather too many teeth, over-sized claws, and spiked tails.

Something like a horned allosaur clattered down the hall towards them with disconcerting speed and lightness, opening gaping bony jaws in a soundless run as it raced for them.

They hadn’t stopped walking, and simply counter-charged, flicking out a finger.

The Ward Wall snapped up in front of its left leg, caught it in mid-stride, and the dinobone golem crashed directly to the floor as it overbalanced, skidding towards them.

Idiot’s damage manifested as bludgeoning, the carving tip of the Sword’s One Strike hitting like a Hammer, not a Sword. The gaping horned skull of the dinobone golem shattered and was torn clear off its spine, its neck vertebra exploding like chaff.

They set down just after one sweep of its bony tail as it continued after them, reaching down to grab the spikes and jerk the weighty mass of bones to a halt as their Crystalfoot locked them in place as if they were nailed to the stone floor.

With one whipping heave, the dinobone golem’s motionless remains were hurled back around and past them, hurtling back towards the other advancing golems, and Legion sprinted after them, Idiot raised in praise of a profoundly stratospheric Stupidity Stat.

What followed next was very loud, violent, and involved a lot of weighty things getting smashed and thrown around by something far stronger than they were.

Legion enjoyed it immensely. There was never any need to hold back on Constructs, so they didn’t, and the things were big enough that they never had to worry about more than two at a time.

Bone shattered, stone crunched and crumbled. Gouges tore out of the stone walls and floor, and golems weighing thousands of pounds were sometimes hurled about like dolls, clearing up some space. Golems broke into many, many pieces as the Warlock Grandmaster worked on breaking someone’s bank account...