Chrysalis

We slaughtered a heck of a lot of monsters in the third ambush. By abusing the limitations of the control used on the monsters we continuously charged, battled, retreated and recovered until our entire force was battled out and exhausted from the slaughter, unable to keep up with the last retreating monsters. Even Tiny had collapsed to the ground, punched out.

Soldiers had been lost, of course. Fighting meant casualties and I would just have to get used to the idea. Even when including the scouts that we'd lost, a third of the number committed, the losses versus the damage inflicted looked fantastic for the colony. Not only had thousands more monsters been killed, but the experience and Biomass would be claimed by the colony in full. Enough Biomass for every soldier who participated in the battle to pump their evolutions up and empower them for the next fight.

I myself just slumped to the ground once the fighting was done, trusting that some ants would keep a lookout and slipped directly into torpor, only to awaken a few hours later with a developing issue.

My core! So empty! The gnawing feeling of my energy bleeding into the air was starting to cause that sharp pain I had become all too familiar with. I brought up my status and looked at how much mana remained inside my core. Down to under ten MP! I'd gone all out in the battle so it shouldn't be a surprise but yikes, that'd been close!

No time to lose!

[Tiny, Crinis, are you around?]

[Yes, Master.]

[Zzzzzzzzz.]

[… Tiny, food.]

[Arruah!?]

Damned ape.

cores as soon as possible,

on the literal carpet of Biomass that lay over the forest floor and started shovelling food into my mouth. Once my first stomach was filled, I diligently switched to the social stomach and

the value out of these low tier monsters but it isn't as if I have

more points and I'll achieve my first fully mutated evolution.

charge of disposing of the Colony's dead and it was saddening to see the fallen soldiers lying lifeless on the ground, somehow looking smug and satisfied. I'd been a bit worried at one stage that the ants would eat our dead,

important that they be as spotless as possible. To that end the ants would undergo many behaviours to ensure a squeaky clean nest: grooming themselves constantly to remove contamination, using

that the workers would carry the waste of the colony. The poop would go here, the bits of food that the ants couldn't

colony here on Pangera, we haven't had many dead to worry about so it's not been much of an issue but I feel my heart twinge as I watch the scouts

my back we set off at a solid but obese pace. The horde would be ahead of us at the moment, but since the path they followed would curve wide around the forest and we would be moving through it, we'd be able to get back

in there I've no idea but since she weighs more than I do it must be a ton! My stick-like legs are shaking holding up the

started digesting the food in our systems and doing… whatever it did with it, still no idea where the waste went (perhaps our digestive system is faultless and there isn't any waste?), and we

the battle and I was delighted to see that I'd levelled once again. It's getting close! And my more physical battle skills had also seen a significant amount of growth.

Name: Anthony

Level: 37 (Special core)

Might: 41

Toughness: 29

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