I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1221: Advancing

Back in the Dungeon World, where time moved much slower.

They moved deeper into Level 60 without ceremony, following the pull of corruption points that grew heavier with every step. Right now, everyone here has felt it.

The land worsened the farther they went. The ground split into uneven plates of blackened stone and rotting soil.

Rivers of viscous sludge cutting through what had once been valleys.

The air felt like it resisted them. It was thick with death Magic that pressed against the lungs and crawled along the skin. If it was not for their Draginborn body, they would already have collapsed.

The undead rose constantly.

Broken soldiers, twisted beasts, and fused bodies that barely resembled anything living clawed their way out of the ground in waves numbered hundreds at a time, sometimes thousands at once.

At first, Khepra-Ankh walked at the front.

His pale Magic spread again, calm and measured. Wherever it passed, the undead simply stopped.

Corruption unraveled. Bodies collapsed into ash. Souls slipped free without screams or resistance. It was clean. Almost gentle.

Erend watched it happen again and again when the field advanced like a quiet tide.

"This is honestly unsettling," he muttered under his breath. "I’m used to things fighting back to me."

Khepra-Ankh did not answer. He continued forward, but Erend noticed the subtle signs in the way his steps slowed and how the pale light thinned between pulses.

Even a Psychopomp Dragon didn’t have infinite Magic energy.

After hours of relentless advance, Khepra-Ankh finally raised a hand.

"Give me a moment," he said calmly. "I must recover."

Erend nodded immediately. "Yeah. We’ve got it."

Eccar cracked his neck and planted his foot into the ground. "About time we made a mess anyway."

Aesa exhaled, frost blooming along her arms.

The next wave surged before he could even sit.

Erend moved first.

Lightning detonated outward from his body in branching arcs that tore through the undead ranks.

Fire followed instantly, roaring across the ground in rolling waves that incinerated flesh and boiled corrupted Magic into screaming vapor.

The ruined land lit up in violent flashes of blue-white and red-orange. Thunder rolled endlessly as bodies were torn apart.

Eccar slammed his foot down.

The ground answered him and jagged pillars of earth erupted upward, impaling dozens at once.

Entire sections of terrain lifted, crushed inward, and collapsed again as his power reshaped the battlefield.

Undead were smashed flat, buried alive, or torn apart as the dark soil itself rebelled against their existence.

Aesa stepped forward and swept her arm.

The temperature plummeted instantly. Ice surged outward in expanding waves, freezing undead solid. Some shattered when Erend’s lightning struck them and the others were crushed when Eccar’s earth closed in.

Frost climbed over corpses and terrain, locking their movement and silencing their screams before they could form.

This was not release like what Khepra Ankh did

This was annihilation.

The ruined world descended into chaos. Explosions of fire and lightning lit the sky. Earth shattered and reformed endlessly. Ice turned the ground into a fractured frozen graveyard.

Undead continued to come, drawn by the violence, but they were destroyed just as quickly.

Khepra-Ankh watched from behind, seated calmly on a slab of stone as his pale Magic slowly gathered back into him. His gaze followed their movements with an observant and thoughtful look.

Then the ground shook again.

This time, it was not from Erend’s lightning or Eccar’s earth.

Something enormous moved beneath the surface.

The soil split apart as towering figures forced themselves free. Gigantic undead abominations stitched together from hundreds of bodies rose. Limbs layered over limbs. Faces half-merged into torsos, mouths screaming without sound.

One of them dragged entire buildings fused into their frames and the others crawled on multiple malformed legs, each step crushing the terrain beneath them.

Aesa stiffened. "Those are new."

"Yeah..." Erend’s eyes narrowed, fire flaring along his arms.

The largest of them roared with a sound like collapsing mountains mixed with a thousand voices screaming at once and charged at them.

Erend stepped forward, lightning roaring as he lifted his hand. Eccar shifted his stance, power sinking deep. Aesa’s frost sharpened, cold condensing into lethal focus.

Behind them, Khepra-Ankh rose to his feet once more, pale light beginning to spread again.

Erend felt the shift in the air. He glanced back just as Khepra-Ankh stepped forward, pale Magic already gathering again.

"Hey, you don’t need to,," Erend said quickly.

Khepra-Ankh paused.

Erend turned fully toward him. "Sit and rest first. We’ll handle this one."

Khepra-Ankh studied him for a brief moment and asked, "Are you certain?"

Erend let out a snort and smirked. "Of course. Don’t underestimate us."

Eccar snorted from the side.

For the first time since the fighting began, Khepra-Ankh smiled. It was small, calm, and approving.

He inclined his head and stepped back, letting the pale light fade. "Very well."

The ground thundered.

The gigantic abominations charged.

Their speed was concerning for their size. Their steps cracked the land open, entire plates of earth collapsing beneath their weight as they barreled forward with unstoppable momentum.

"Here they come!" Eccar shouted.

He moved first.

The earth surged upward beneath his feet, launching him forward as massive stone plates rose in his wake.

He slammed his fist down, sending a shockwave through the ground that split open beneath the lead giant, forcing its massive leg to sink deep into collapsing terrain.

Erend’s wings unfurled fully.

With a thunderous beat he launched himself into the air. Lightning exploded outward as he climbed. Fire coiled around his arms as he banked sharply toward the nearest abomination’s upper body.

Aesa followed an instant later.

Her sharp and crystalline wings formed from pure frost and condensed Magic. She rose smoothly, cold trailing behind her like a comet tail as the air temperature plummeted around her.

The giants reacted.

One of them swung an arm the size of a tower, swatting through the air with horrifying speed.

Erend twisted, lightning cracking as the limb missed him by meters and shattered a cliff behind him instead.

Eccar roared as he drove both hands into the ground. Colossal spikes erupted upward, piercing into a giant’s torso and slowing its charge, but not stopping it.

"They’re still coming!" Aesa shouted.

"I see that!" Erend snapped back.

He drew fire deeper, lightning compressing tighter around him as he aimed straight for the creature’s head.

Below, Eccar braced himself, earth rising again to meet the next impact.

Above them, the sky darkened further.

And one of the giants opened its fused mouths wide, gathering something deep within its chest as corrupted light began to glow.

Erend’s eyes widened mid-flight.

"Oh hell..."

The giant unleashed it.

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