The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 28: Chapter 26: A Storm Of Death

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Chapter 26 A Storm Of Death A flood of black chitin, with all of the crushing weight of its mass, threatened to grind them into the stone. There would be a few of the quickest insects ahead of the others, only a few small ripples before it would become a tidal wave of legs, teeth, and venom injecting stingers. Shimmers of black in the distance reflecting the light of the party’s dropped torches. The first of the beasts had leapt towards Eric, and he used its momentum to fling it off of his shield, right into Doggy’s waiting teeth. The next had a leg, while on its path to strike at Stabitha, cut short by his sword. It stumbled straight into a longsword to the face. The third had already made it past his shield only to be thrown back into his peripheral view by a club-like swing from Beatrice’s staff. Their group had been training hard together and they’d been on the edge of leveling up before going on this kobold chase. So, it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he saw the level next to GreenWardenOne tick up to a five on his display. Mid-swing with his sword, he shouted, “Bea, move to center and take care of that,” he grunted as another insect bounced off of his shield. He stabbed forward, before adding, “Quickly, please.” That thought didn’t cross my mind before, but if we can each level up, then we might just get some abilities to help against this horde. That’s if we’re lucky and can sort through level-ups mid-fight. Right, David and JD first. He called out to their healer and elementalist, “Bob, Loot, ranged attacks now, level up and then sort through your options — and be quick about it.” “Got it!” Loot shouted out. David shouted back, “Freakin’ time we get to five, huh?” As one lightning bolt followed by another was flung over their heads, the distant cavern filled with an unrelated radiance. A solid beam of light shone down from the ceiling in a shaft of LootLadDungeonDad’s Divine Judgement ability. Giant bugs burned and shriveled as they were caught in the beam or moved through it unknowingly. One-by-one, they found themselves being partially or even wholly knocked into it by the others around them. By the time they formed a gap around it to avoid its wrath, several of them that hadn’t been outright killed, had at least suffered crippling damage from its effects. Loot’s level ticked up to five before the next of the skitterbugs had even made it to their party. Four more of the creatures crashed into the frontline as Beatrice lunged forward to knock one of them back. Doggy, Addy, and Eric each dealt with one of the others, with blade and claws. The one Beatrice had struck back was then crushed to the ground under Doggy’s paws. David’s lightning had done its work to bring him up to level five just as the bulk of enemies had nearly reached them, when a series of vines shot up from the ground in a wide row that nearly reached the sides of the tunnel. The vines curled forward, winding in braids over and under each other. As they dug in and out of the ground in tangled knots of green, spikes of white needles burst out from their surface. The next thirty feet of the tunnel ahead was a thorny web of plant tendrils that left the skitterbugs tripping and falling onto the vines’ spikes. “Hah, Field of Thorns! How do you freakin’ bugs like that!” Beatrice shouted. “Great job, Bea!” Eric called out as the mass of thorns filled with a layer of skitterbug corpses. That had slowed them down significantly, killing somewhere near twenty of the beasts, but even that powerful ability was only enough to keep the horde at bay. It hadn’t taken long before they were crawling over their fallen hive-brothers and on their way to overwhelm the party once more. Lightning arced overhead, filling the tunnel with glaring brightness. The bolt slammed into one of the giant bugs before bursting out of its carapace and shooting to latch onto the nearest of its brothers, and the next after that in a chain of interconnected links of lightning. As the after