God is a Game Designer 40 C40 Marching Tides

The Teleportation Matter Spell was an exciting and somewhat useful spell; It could receive classification into three different tiers of spells depending on the number of people it teleported, distance and speed. An instant teleport with a short range which allowed groups received classification as a Tier 6 spell, one of the higher ones in its category.

The church having these set up indicated how much they would invest into killing off the undead scourge that rested before the city of the Dawn Mistress. It was the most significant threat to them after the Goddess of Death had attacked the Goddess of Dusk so openly, tension and rifts could be seen when followers of Saleh met anything remotely undead they had to exterminate it with the highest of vengeance.

Passing through the portal, they arrived at a random point inside the dungeon; the room was rather small with hardly any light to shine the way forward. Azo looked around as he began to pull his map out, checking the walls for markings as he quickly found the 3-D markings on one of the walls.

Each room inside the dungeon had a marking that was established when the first adventurers came to explore the depths; this made reaching lower floors much more comfortable as they could follow an absolute path to advance or escape.

Currently, they had explored only a portion of the eighth floor and had only established a few markings inside. They had to report this to the guild so they could update everyone's maps so that random people did not just randomly put down markings. Though in past instances a few groups exploring would add down markings which would have to be changed later on.

Azo pulled the map out, exploring the options as he would follow the guide to the stairway. "We are close to the floor four stairway; we should be able to get close in roughly thirty minutes if we are uninterrupted."

The group started to move down one of the corridors. The walls, floors and even the ceilings all looked the same. Carved stone with strange letters carved into them at different lengths. Many scholars had attempted the puzzle to uncover the mystery about this place, but still, no discoveries could be understood.

Azo had also spent his share of time looking at these strange letters in detail, trying to think about what they could serve. He had come to a theory or two, and his main answer was that these letters had something to do with magic, maybe to funnel magic to a specific location but he still had no concrete proof.

As they moved down the corridor, the winding pathway confusing to anyway but those who had spent years traversing these ancient corridors. Every couple of minutes the distant sounds of screaming and smashing could be heard as other groups inside this dungeon fighting to clear the infection that was the undead.

"I regret this place so well."

Azo said with a small sense of guilt as he could hear the distant battle.

"Oh, why is that Brother?"

Bull said, swinging his mace with a bored expression as he had yet to smash anything.

"If they wanted to clear this place, Priests and Sun based magic would be the best to use against them. They keep hiring adventurers to do this job."

Bull shrugged as he just smiled back at him. "Who cares Brother, we are getting paid."

"It's clear that they do not value us, its just a shame since every adventurer that falls becomes part of the horde."

As he finished the last sentence, Azo stopped the group with his hand raising to make them pause, his eyes looking forward as his dark vision was better than most others. He could see three figures running towards him, one female and two males as they sprinted around a corner towards them.

It was clear as the three came closer than they were adventurers, bloody and messed up as they had been in combat recently. The woman was screaming as she dodged past Azo and the rest, she kept running as the men continued as well, one turning and looking to them.

"You fools, turn and run with us!"

Azo just smirked and laughed; he could hear in the distance the thunderous footfalls, he could guess the undead legion was already following the tree, a dominant group of warriors that were almost unstoppable against most basic forces.

"Brother Bull, I think we have some guests. Why don't you give them a nice big hug."

Azo raised his staff, his chanting began as rings of magic flowed around his waist, eventually, he cast his fifth level spell to reinforce Bull's body to make him resistant against slashing and piercing attacks.

"You guys are crazy! Those guys are almost impossible. Only a few groups have beaten them!"

The three had stopped running as they watched the group prepare to advance.

"Oh Brother. Let me give them a nice big welcome!"

Bull would place his mace onto his back as he lowered his own body, his arms stretching out as he would begin to prepare. His fingers were touching the walls as he was so large that he could take up the entire corridor.

"Come to Papa Bull and give him a big old hug!"

Coming around the corner now was a legion of undead, each one carrying a shield and spear as they appeared to be unstoppable, numbering in the hundreds as they just kept coming. As soon as the last skeleton went around the corner Bull would begin his advance.

His speed rapidly increasing as he began his charge, arms outstretched and his body closer to the ground as he looked more like an actual rampaging bull. The undead continued the endless march, spears lowering as they got ready to receive the madman charging them.

As Bull's body collided with the wall of skeleton's, spears breaking against his magically enhanced body as his long arms wrapped around the frontlines as he continued his charge. His body mashing against the now defenceless skeleton's that could no longer harm him, his weight and force pushing back the hoard in a massive display of strength.

Wave after wave of skeletons swept up in his grasp as he kept shoving them back till the final backline skeleton smashed against the wall at the end of the corridor, it was almost like a grinder as the skeletons smashed against the wall as the bull continued his charge. A ball of frames cracking against the wall over and over again till the man arrived himself, slamming the few remaining skeletons himself with his fist.

"You guys just bulldozed over them... Who are you?"

Azo would shrug as he continued walking himself, the twins not saying anything else as they joined him.

"So cool." The woman said, staring at them with her hands joined, both males having to agree as they let out a sigh.

Chapter end