The assault of the Abyssal Mantle Wyrms was a coordinated eruption of underground violence. Fourteen sixty-meter snake-like horrors burst at the same time from the glowing asthenosphere, their glassy melted rock waste armor clattering with the sound of collapsing mountain shelves as they lunged toward the Tartarus Grounding Altar.
“Titus! Crush the vanguard’s driving force!” Arthur shouted, raising his Longfang Mag-Carbine to his shoulder.
Titus responded with the terrifying, unmoving power of a Proto-Mythic apex titan. The Xuanwu slammed his massive diamond-sheathed front claws into the dark rock platform.
BOOM!
His [Dual-Crushing Well] blew up in reverse. Instead of a nearby protective bubble, Titus projected an expanding ball-shaped attraction well across the floor of the deep pit. The nearby gravity within a three-hundred-meter radius spiked from one G to a sky-high one hundred Gs.
The three lead wyrms, caught mid-lunge in the air, were wildly slammed down into the ductile dense green rock floor as if crushed by the fist of an angry god.
The moving violence of the gravity collapse was breathtaking. Under one hundred Gs of downward gaining speed, an eight-ton rock effectively weighed eight hundred tons. The wyrms’ muscular coils, designed to navigate the high-pressure plastic mantle, couldn’t support their own total weight. The ductile rock beneath them gave way. It formed three deep, crater-like impressions as their armored bodies were embedded into the floor. Their diamond jaws snapped helplessly against the stone, unable to lift their huge heads by so much as a single half-inch. Their…
