Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) 📖

The blast had staggered them, destroying two and leaving the remaining two on the right damaged. We slammed into them seconds later, shields held up and braced. My naginata was gripped tight and held upright, further bracing the shield, yet I still cried out as we slammed into them, their sheer physical weight being enough to send us staggering backwards like we’d shoulder-charged a wall.

The Shir collapsed into piles of bones, though, and the others took up the attack, giving us time to recover. I staggered, my left arm totally numb and barely responding, while Grizz, with his massive shoulders, seemed to hardly have noticed the impact.

He lunged forward, stabbing down and shattering their skulls with his gladius, quickly making sure of the kills.

I grunted in relief as I felt a heal hit me and gritted my teeth, letting out a hiss of pain as my left shoulder popped back into place.

“Thanks, Arrin!” I called over my shoulder, knowing it could only be him, and grinned as a trio of Magic Missiles flashed past me seconds later, as I started rushing forward again. Grizz was already hacking and slashing his way into the next staggering wave of the undead. Lydia slid to a halt, bracing her shield and bashing a skeleton that had leapt at her. It cartwheeled backward, slamming into the floor with a clatter of breaking bones, before her mace slammed down, smashing the skull into smithereens.

Tiny firebolts flashed through the room, thrown by Miren’s summoned Flame Atronarch, and arrows cut through the air as well, slamming into the undead and staggering them more than killing, but that broke up their charge, allowing us to face more manageable numbers.

I lunged into the fray again, stabbing out with my naginata. In a stroke of inspiration, I began infusing it with a little healing energy and grinning when a stab to the chest, not normally fatal to an undead, made it scream before collapsing into a pile of moldy bones.

I twisted around, locking my shield back into place on my back, thankful again for the utility of the Legion armor design, feeling the hooks click as it slid to a halt, and I started to spin my naginata properly.

It was a pain in the ass using the shield and naginata together, and I knew I needed to practice with it, but not right now. I needed to hammer these fuckers out of the way and go, go, go!

I sprinted forward again, the flickering light from the various magelights sending dancing shadows across the vaulted ceiling and walls of the chamber, and I could feel the building adrenaline in the group.

We smashed through the next ranks, then more. I ducked down, flipping my naginata around and grabbing it in both hands near the base of the blade, swinging the metal clad base at an oncoming gnome corpse, the staggering creature seeming to smooth out its motions as it came closer, and I knew the Lich had assumed direct control.

“Too late, motherfucker!” I shouted, slamming the base into the side of its head and sending the small three-foot figure flying, bones shattering and deaths-head lifting in my vision.

I grinned; there was something about fighting the undead that I just liked. There was no moral gray area. They were undead, they were attacking me, and they were essentially bags of bones, so when they were like this, they were almost fun.

“Left!” came Miren’s shout of warning, and I saw the disassembled bones starting to collect together to form an abomination. They were bouncing and clattering across the floor toward each other, and I paused, slamming the base of my weapon to the floor and standing still, bracing it in the crook of my arm as I started to cast.

A handful of seconds later, the Fireball materialized fully, and I threw it forward with a huff of exertion, sending it flashing across the distance that separated us to slam into the bones that were even now beginning to form a mound. Just before it landed, three ‘Magic Missiles’ impacted, blowing a hole in the middle; then my Fireball detonated, sending bone fragments flying across the room.

There was a scream of rage and pain somewhere in the distance, as the Lich casting the spell had to suffer the backlash of the collapsed spell.

“Go!” I shouted, as the undead around us staggered. The greater capacity for, well, everything that the Lich had bestowed by taking direct control was lost, and those that had been under its direct control at the time almost collapsed.

“Hoo-ah!” Grizz shouted, jumping into the air and using his shield to smash a staggering skeleton from its feet, even as his blade flicked out and severed another’s skull.

I shook my head as I sprinted forward again. The others were almost past me, and I couldn’t help but grin at Grizz’s exuberance. I pushed to catch up, seeing the others smashing their way forward. Lydia was doing amazing; she kept ducking her head down behind her shield and using her ‘Shield Bash’ ability, sending herself flying forwards, smashing the undead from their feet, while Jian ran behind her, spinning and slicing, sending the remains clattering to the floor permanently.

Miren and Stephanos had given up firing arrows and had instead concentrated on keeping up and shepherding Arrin as he cast spell after spell.

I stormed ahead, pushing myself harder and harder to catch up to the front line. Lydia saw me and dropped back, taking the time to slow so that her Stamina could recover, as I started to clear the way.

I spun my naginata end over end, in a style that I’d been taught was called Kali. I didn’t know the name for sure, but I remembered the training, using my left hand high on the haft as a guide and the right lower down, sweeping it back and forth, then stabbing up and out and yanking back. My left hand remained partially open, allowing me to slide the haft up