Chapter 31

Tuerien smiled.

“He’s injured,” reported Marana, a griffin he had just revived. She had been killed but he could send her back into the battle instantly. She flew so fast, leaving behind the seraphim that Leo had killed in his initial assault.

Leo had skill. Talent.

He was a fighter.

Marana died, failed by the wounded Leo. Tuerien gripped his Void Crystal, reaching into the Wind section of the interface and found Marana. He seized her soul and opened his mouth to revive her when he was hurtled out.

He gasped, his brain hurt by being flung from his Void Crystal. “What the fuck?”

The alarm in his dungeon went off. Invaders.

“How did he breach the Spire?” Tuerien demanded of Soulita?

The girlish figure perched on his Void Crystal shook her head. “I have no idea, but you are being invaded.”

“He must have prepared something. Ghosts, maybe. They could phase through the walls.” Tuerien shook his head. He was miles from that part of his dungeon. He’d have to divert some of his forces outside.

He left behind his Vault and hurried to his throne room where his map lay. He had to know where these enemies were so he could coordinate the attack. He raced through his living quarters and out into his throne room.

Only to find the enemy was here. Monster girls poured into his throne room from a hole in the wall. He gaped at the sight of lemures and ghosts, unicorns and cockatrices, sphinxes and choirs spilling like a flood into his dungeon. Three unique monster girls stepped out next. A wraith with a clock of mist, a one-eyed cyclops, and a lampetia who glowed with her element. Behind them came human and dwarven warriors. Even an elf.

“Lady Sherida, bless us with your light and help us smite your foe!” cried a black-haired woman in armor with a sword.

Light glowed throughout the adventurers, their weapons shining. At the back, a young man, Chinese, emerged last. He wore black robes. He folded his arms before him, his eyes focused on Tuerien.

Leo sent his pet builder? How the fuck did he breach my dungeon this deep?

“Flames consume, let the passion of Lady Lamashtu transform!” roared from Tuerien’s mind. He was not afraid of the horde of monster girls charging at him. Not when he had Ultimate magic. The Living Fire spell engulfed him.

It was a magic beyond Flamebody. Tuerien became a column of fire as the unicorns led the charge. They lowered their horns and plowed into his flames. They whinnied and screamed as their bodies burned to ash.