GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 16.1: Breakpoint Behemoth

The creature's tusks swept sideways in a devastating arc. Two guards couldn't dodge fast enough—the ivory weapons caught them and sent them flying like ragdolls into the wooden fence posts.

Then Vel spotted Celia.

She darted between the behemoth's legs with incredible speed. While other guards distracted it from the front, Celia took position in its blind spot. Her blade flashed as she thrust into the gaps where armor met flesh, each strike calculated.

Mora's bowstring sang beside him as her arrow, glowing with green energy, streaked like a comet toward the behemoth's left eye. The creature jerked away, but the arrow struck flesh near its temple.

The fight seemed under control, their coordinated assault working exactly as planned. But watching Celia stay so close to those massive limbs made Vel's stomach clench with worry. One wrong step, one moment of distraction—

The behemoth suddenly coiled backward, muscles bunching beneath its hide. Its stance shifted into something Vel recognized with growing alarm.

"Move! Watch out for the tusks!" Vel screamed at the top of his lungs. "It's going to lunge!"

Then, like a spear, the behemoth sprang forward. Its massive body launched through the air with terrifying speed, tusks extended like twin lances.

Vel watched in horror as the guards raised their shields against the impossible force. Wood and metal shattered on impact as the tusks pierced through their defenses like paper. Bodies flew backward, some crashing against the outpost wall with sickening thuds, others tumbling across the ground.

"No!" Vel shouted, his voice drowned by screams and the behemoth's triumphant roar.

Despite the barrage of arrows and sword strikes it had endured, the creature showed no signs of slowing. Its Voidtainted hide seemed to absorb each blow, the dark mist swirling more intensely with every impact.

Celia darted in again, her rapier flashing as she struck at the behemoth's flank. The blade connected, but barely penetrated the thick hide. She pulled back, frustration evident on her face.

"It's too thick!" she called out, narrowly avoiding a sweeping tusk. "I can't get through!"

Vel's mind raced. That rapier had been Graham's gift to her—a finely crafted weapon that should have been more than capable of wounding the creature. If it couldn't penetrate, the guards had no chance.

Their attacks simply aren't strong enough, Vel realized with growing dread.

Making a split-second decision, Vel abandoned his position and raced down the steps, moving closer to the battle. He pulled up his skill interface, switching to the healing spell he'd been practicing.

"Lienthar Solith Revinuem!" he incanted, directing the pale green glow toward a guard who lay bleeding against the wall.

The man's wounds closed partially, enough to keep him from death's door. Vel moved quickly between the injured, casting healing spells where they were most needed.

"Vel! What are you doing?" Mora shouted from above.

"We need to target its belly!" Vel called back, ducking as debris flew past his head. "It's the only weak spot! Everything else is too heavily armored!"

Vel scanned the chaotic battlefield, looking for an opening. If he could just get a clean shot at the behemoth's underside—but the creature kept low to the ground, protecting its vulnerable belly as it charged and pivoted.