Chrysalis

The Croca-Beast doesn't last much longer than the Lion Ogre, with the sheer number of ants swarming over the top of the hill, any individual monster is going to get chomped apart without any chance to retaliate.

I almost feel sorry for these guys, covered in much smaller monsters that bite them and spray acid on them from point blank range. The Croca-Beast had six hatchling workers pulling on just one leg, ensuring it couldn't move, before I looked away.

It's a tough Dungeon! Don't look at me like that Croca-Beast!

Clearly I don't feel too badly for the monster, since I'm already searching for my next target.

There, that Adult Centipede!

YOINK!

Aha! Another ripped deer!

YOINK!

Yet more victims are pulled to the top of the ant hill, only to be summarily devoured by the hungry swarm of hatchlings.

It doesn't take long before I start to see workers transporting the Biomass down into the nest, already industriously dispensing that food throughout the colony. At this point the gravy train is over however. As fun as it's been pulling monsters out of the battle to their immediate doom, the drain on my gravitational magic gland has been severe, I'm already down to twenty percent!

Reluctantly I shut off the infused mandibles and the mana gradually fades out of them. At least the advantage of the gravity gland shows itself inn my still fully charged core. If push comes to shove I can still activate my regular infused mandibles to give myself some added cutting power.

Somewhat at a loss for what to do next I turn about to survey the situation.

A scene of chaos meets my eyes.

All around the base of the ant hill a wild free for all is taking place. Larger monsters stand tall amidst a veritable sea of smaller beasts. Titan Crocs, Bear Tyrants, Death Rabbits are all battling against each other whilst around their feet, spark chimps, centipedes, blade tailed rats and others crash into each other like angry waves.

wanted to happen leading into the wave! I should be talking to the Queen and trying to work

for the colony and by golly they are going to go and get it! I don't think I could possibly dissuade them from doing something so fundamental

launching acid into the crowd of monsters swirling around the base of the hill. With the combatants so thick on the ground it is

Holy moly!

it makes

present my commercial zone towards the

POW!

Take that Titan-Croc!

POW!

a second shot Titan-Croc, I hate you

POW!

bear! Feel the burn of my acidic

time. I continue to pick out the largest and most threatening targets in the

still concerned for these workers advancing into that maelstrom of battle. Several hundred of these workers were

harm down on the colony and now, because I was rushing and in a hurry I brought the very disaster I was hoping to avoid at the moment I

You've got to fix this

the anthill shudder beneath my feet. The dirt is shifting, as

I realise what

a familiar scene, the peak of the ant hill collapses as the Queen drags herself out the top and onto the field of

Dammit! Not this again!

if something happens to

why, perhaps to try and reason with her so

here?! Shouldn't you go back down

kind of strange, I actually 'shout' in the sense that I 'speak' loudly with my pheromones due to the sheer amount of noise around us, but it is completely unnecessary since we are actually communicating using smell rather than sound. I could whisper, barely

threatened" she replies, "we must

need to be here though?!" I plead. If the Queen ends up dead