The Crafter's Defense: A Dungeon Core Novel (Dungeon Crafting Book 2) by Jonathan Brooks (top 10 novels txt) 📗

With what she had seen so far, she wondered how powerful the dungeons surrounding the capital had to be to not have been wiped out from them already.

“…seen anything like those monsters before?  From what I saw, they appeared to be made entirely of metal,” the other woman – whose name Sandra hadn’t caught yet – asked the others as they paused in the tunnel leading to the second room.

“No, I’ve never seen anything like them in all my 453 years – but this is the wastelands, after all, so I guess anything is possible.  It’s a little worrisome, but if my sword can cut a stone golem apart, it shouldn’t have any problem with the metal monsters in this dungeon,” Porthel remarked, before forging on ahead.

“I thought you said this was supposed to be a Nether dungeon, Por,” said the woman wearing black and green.  “But I feel Holy energy ahead.”

Alanthia was nodding her head as well, confirming the sense of the energy as well.  “I feel it too, Clovera – but I guess that just makes this a dual-element dungeon, but that’s fairly common.  I’ve never heard of a Nether and Holy combination before, however, so that might explain the strange metal monsters,” she added.

“Well, whatever it is, we have a job to do.  Clovera, I guess you’re up,” the leader called back to her.

Sandra watched as the other woman, Clovera, copied almost the exact same spell as Alanthia had in the room before – using her Nether energy, of course.  The trap triggers were smothered again and Porthel went to work dismantling her Roaring Blademasters in the room, though he didn’t even bother activating his Air-based speed spell.  The sixteen spinning constructs were picked apart with the dancing blade of the Elite leader and natural agility of his race.

“Show off,” one of the other men remarked with a smile when Porthel was finished with the room’s defenders. None of the others had done anything to help him, but he didn’t appear to even need it.

“Whatever – I’m just conserving energy, because we don’t know what’s in store for us in here.  I have an odd feeling that we haven’t seen even a fraction of what this dungeon is capable of.  Especially since these were likely the weakest of the monsters at the beginning; this might be a little more difficult than we were expecting, but I think we can handle it.  It’s a good thing that those villagers didn’t try to assault this place, at least – they would’ve been slaughtered in the first room, if not the second,” Porthel remarked as they entered the tunnel ahead.

Halfway down, the man with the blue accents on his leather armor and Alanthia both said at the same time, “There’s Water energy up ahead.”

“What?  Are you telling me this is a triple-element dungeon?”

The two that had sensed the elemental energy from Sandra’s Water-based trap in the third room nodded their heads slowly, with their eyes wide in worry.

“I’ve only seen two other dungeons with three elements in all my years…and the only one I’ve heard of with more than that is the reason why this place is a wasteland even now.  It’s a good thing we rushed here, because we can’t allow the same thing to happen again; we’re ill-equipped to stop as powerful of a dungeon as that one was, so it’ll be better if this one here is wiped out while it’s still in its infancy.”

 Did that Elf just call me a baby?

“Well, technically, you’re still way less than a year old.  So, by all accounts, you could be considered an infant,” Winxa added unhelpfully.

Sandra watched in mounting fear as the Elves negated her trap, tore through the Small Armored Sentinels wielding Steel swords (the weapons of which actually seemed to have a bit better defense against the Earth-spelled Titanium sword of the leader), and discovered that the next room was filled with a Fire-based trap.  Their faces grew grim as the realization of what they were facing set in.

“There’s no turning back – we must destroy this dungeon, now, or the world is doomed to suffer untold death and destruction.  If one of us falls, we have to keep going – we can’t allow this dungeon to grow any more powerful.”

Sandra couldn’t help but think that Razochek had said approximately the same thing when he discovered the multi-element capabilities of her dungeon.  She just wished she was able to communicate with the Elves and try to explain that she wasn’t a danger to anyone.  But, try as she might, she couldn’t think of a way that wouldn’t end in her own destruction or the death of Violet, the only other person in her dungeon—

A plan started to hatch in her mind when she thought of the Gnome, though it was going to take the right kind of circumstances to achieve – and more than a little luck.

Chapter 44

Instead of watching while the Elite Elves were slowly but steadily destroying everything within their path on their way to destroy her Core, Sandra concentrated most of her attention on her constructs that were miles away in another Core’s dungeon.  There was nothing she could think of that could stop them, and unless they suddenly ran out of their innate elemental energy, they didn’t appear like they’d have any issues from the rest of her rooms.  She realized that she had relied entirely too much on her traps to stop anyone or anything from progressing through her dungeons, and not enough on creating physical barriers.  And, as much as she hated to admit it, many of her setups involving her constructs were practically useless without the traps to accompany them.

That wasn’t to say that none of them were successful, however; it was her smaller constructs that managed to actually do some damage.  Her Lengthy Segmented Millipedes, for