Chrysalis

Chapter 913

No quarter. No mercy. No hesitation. No remorse.

There can be only one.

  • Wisdom of the Eldest.

Seized with a primal rage that bubbles from a genetic level, my siblings rush forward, all thought of strategy abandoned as their mandibles gnash eagerly. Even I feel it, the emotions of the Colony flooding through me and adding to the urgent need to destroy the enemy insect that I already possess. It's difficult to remain in control of myself in the face of such overwhelming battle hunger but I manage, barely. The steadying presence of my pets within my mind provides a rock which I can hold onto to avoid slipping into a mindless rage.

[Invidia, make sure you protect and heal the ants,] I force out, [they aren't going to look after themselves as they should.]

[Yessssss. I sssshall havessss their gratitude!]

[Crinis, you do the same, look after the family. Tiny, just smash everything, we need to end this quickly.]

Ahead of us the roots and plants continue to thrash against the encroaching termite threat, vines whipping through the air faster than I can see to smack into the insects, or wrapping around them and flexing in an attempt to crush them. However, it just isn't working as well as it should. The termites are tough, very tough, and it doesn't seem to matter how much the Mother Tree batters them with her vines, it isn't enough. If she wants to deal with these critters, then she needs to bring something bigger to the fight.

can see it from across the vegetation. They work together, scissoring the vines apart with their monstrous mandibles, protecting and shielding each other from harm as their very presence seems to wither the garden. The other thing I notice is the visceral reaction the termites have to our appearance. The moment they detect us charging their entire disposition changes and

in rage all over again at the sight, as if the very thought of the termites

between ant and termite, one thing has always remained true, the termites are builders,

more and then the two lines smash into each

over end and I rush to exploit the gap in their line, turning to my right to capitalise on the weakness. The termites are large, bigger than all but the soldiers at their equivalent tier, and their mandibles are truly savage, low, wide and razor

don't have a neck, but the joint between the segments of my body is certainly a

with light as I pump raw mana

CRUNCH!

have slain level 34 Edax Aminae Termite

[You have gained experience.]

of the

Soul Eater Termite. Born of a modified Queen, this species of termite exists for a singular purpose: to hunt and destroy plant based monsters. Their mandibles are heavily mutated and attached to a

To think the kaarmodo would think unleashing such a creature against the world would be

must quench

the inevitable has happened. A few hundred termites against a berserking force of ten thousand ants was never going to be a close fight. The termites have been literally buried under the weight of the Colony, all I can see around me are piles of ant bodies that roll and shudder as the

feel much as I do. It wasn't enough! We need more! But I have a feeling we won't have to worry on that front, just imagining the enormous, bloated termite queen out there somewhere in this fourth strata, pumping out eggs by the thousands every day,

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