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

rid of it, luckily.” She hovered alongside me. “We need to find somewhere to rest and recover; we can’t keep this up for long.”

“I know,” I agreed, watching as the spell cleared my last few points of damage away, and then I felt it: the relief of the debuff fading away, and everything became just a bit more manageable again.

We reached the doorway without any more incidents as Bane cut us a path. Glancing back, it was clear that the glow from the charged magelights we’d scattered were being blocked by hundreds of bodies, and I swore.

“We need to get out of here.” Tired agreement rose from the rest of the party. We had no idea what the new passage led to, but the best thing about it was that it wasn’t this goddamn room.

I hoped.

“Grizz, Bane, Tang, lead the way down that corridor. Yen, Lydia, Jian, you’re with me on rear guard. Miren, Stephanos, Arrin, you’re in the middle; hammer those fuckers when and where you can,” I ordered, and we got moving. There was a little confusion as people started to shift around, but in a few seconds, we were all working cohesively.

The flickering shadows thrown by the growing avalanche of the undead moving past the magelights threw strange patterns around the surrounding structures, and the walls seemed to writhe as we ran, the eerie silence of the undead mass broken only by the occasional clatter or snap as bones were broken, metal harnesses jangled, or weapons clattered against something.

We ran, with Grizz and Bane vanishing into the corridor first, Tang mere seconds after the others, and by the glowing light of Grizz’s magelight, we could see them taking down stragglers in the corridor. Meanwhile, Lydia, Yen and I jogged backwards, watching over the rest.

Miren and Stephanos had sprinted ahead, getting to the corridor close on Tang’s heels, spinning around to take aim, then firing arrow after arrow into the oncoming mass.

Occasionally, one of the undead would collapse, the arrow having taken out the head, but more often than not, the bolts simply knocked them down to be stomped by the oncoming tide.

“Okay, get inside!” I ordered them, and they fired a last arrow each before rushing after the others, followed by Yen, as Lydia and I backed into the corridor.

The first of the next wave had reached us then, and Lydia’s mace proved to be a far superior weapon in the confines of the corridor as we battled side by side.

The space was too tight for my naginata to be wielded properly, so instead I flipped it over and started using the weighted, blunt end to shove them back. Each time they’d run at me, I’d wait, then stab out, aiming for a knee or skull, either slowing them down or knocking them from their feet, while Lydia killed any she could.

As the corridor continued to lengthen, I eventually gave in, and, thankful for the amazing properties of bags of holding, slid the naginata into my Bag of Spatial Folding, tugged my shield out and strapped it to my arm, and started using a sword.

It wasn’t the best option for the tight confines of the corridor, but I’d been about to use my ‘go-to’ spell Firebolt and realized at the last second that, due to its evolution to ‘Fireball’, it wouldn’t end well.

“Oracle…” I grunted, stabbing out and deflecting a sword thrust by a rotting adventurer, then shoving their sword further aside and using my shield to bash them back. “… any chance of a little help here?” I continued swiping the sword across the front of my shield to clear away the reaching, grasping hands that tried to rip it free.

“Jax, I can barely fly and speak right now!” She growled at me, and I swore viciously under my breath.

“Okay, get ahead, then. Keep an eye on Bane and the others, but stay safe!” I ordered her, and she vanished in a flash, as Yen spoke up from behind me.

“I’ve enough mana for two more Flamespears…” she said dubiously. “If we ran for it, and then blasted them down the corridor, it’s tight enough that it would funnel them, making them a lot more damaging, like it did to the Drow . I’d need time to cast them, though, and as weak as the structure is in here…”

“Do it,” I said quickly, shoving forward with my shield again, then stepping back three quick steps and stabbing out at head height, sweeping the blade across in a blind attempt to do some damage. Lydia backed up alongside me, striking out repeatedly for knees and arms, working to incapacitate rather than destroy.

“It might collapse the tunnel, though…” Yen warned me from behind, and I shook my head.

“Doesn’t matter; we stay here, we’re getting swamped anyway. If they get buried, they can dig their way through to us while we rest.”

Yen acknowledged my words with a grunt and lashed out, killing another undead.

“Get back down the corridor, a hundred meters or so, and start building the spell. We’ll hold them up as long as possible, then we’ll run when you say,” I ordered her, then growled and stepped back before ‘Sparta’ kicking the face of a skeleton that had dragged itself forward under my shield to grab at my leg.

“Go!” Lydia cried to Yen. “We can hold the line.”

“Shouldn’t be the fucking lord holding the goddamn line!” Yen spat as she turned and sprinted with the kind of speed and grace only the elven-born could manage.

“Jax, there’s an almost empty chamber at the end of the corridor. It’s got stairs leading down that are clear, and ones leading up that are blocked…” Oracle’s voice came to me through our link.

“Fuck! Fine; get Bane to check out the stairs leading down. We need somewhere we can defend, so we’re going to fuck this tunnel up,” I sent back to Oracle, before cutting the mental communication off.

“Yen?!” I cried to her, stabbing forward again, and biting back a cry as something