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.

thing I wanted to happen leading into the wave! I should be talking to the Queen and trying to work out a strategy to ensure the colony can survive, we don't have time

by golly

are at the very least cautious enough to continue launching acid into the crowd of monsters swirling around the base of the hill. With the combatants so thick on the

Holy moly!

makes for a fairly impressive sight!

I present my commercial zone towards the enemies and begin to pick out some of the larger targets in

POW!

Take that Titan-Croc!

POW!

take a second shot Titan-Croc, I hate you

POW!

burn

fire ten shots at a time. I continue to pick out the largest and most threatening targets in the crowd to inflict my adhesive acid upon, hopefully weakening them for

burns away at dozens of monsters in the melee I'm still concerned for these workers advancing into that maelstrom of battle. Several hundred of these workers were only just hatched! If they die now they won't be able to protect the colony during the

because I was rushing and in a hurry I brought the very disaster I was hoping to avoid at the moment I could least afford to do

You've got

anthill shudder beneath my feet. The dirt is shifting, as if something in the ground beneath my feet were pushing

heart sinks as I think I realise what

massive ant head. In a familiar scene, the peak of the ant hill collapses as the Queen drags herself out the top and

Dammit! Not this again!

if something happens

sure why, perhaps to

are you doing up here?! Shouldn't you go back down into

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,

she

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