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.

the visceral reaction the termites have to our appearance. The

at the sight, as if the very thought of the termites

the eternal conflict between ant and termite, one thing has always remained true, the

out once more

to my strength or mass the hapless beetle-descendant is sent rolling end 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

technically I don't have a neck, but the joint between the

as I pump raw mana into

CRUNCH!

slain level 34

[You have gained experience.]

the

species of termite exists for a singular purpose: to hunt and destroy plant based monsters. Their mandibles are heavily mutated and attached to a Spirit Receptacle. The soul of those defeated by this monster will be drawn into

think unleashing such a creature against the world would be acceptable! It's

rage burns anew, I must

of the Colony, all I can see around me are piles of ant bodies that roll and shudder

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, is enough

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