Chrysalis

Chapter 1165

I’d intended to score on every offence, but the damn ball is too soft. When I flex my legs and get ready to dash, my mandibles tense up and I crush the stupid thing in an instant! Isn’t this supposed to be solid rock? Is there cheating involved? Has someone given me a hollow ball?!

Whatever. It’s not like they beat me when I’m playing defence. My mind-constructs have picked out the ten ants on the field from the Vestibule, and I can read their streams of Will in real time.

Gweheheh.

A fake ball? Don’t make me laugh! Make a million of the things, it won’t matter!

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“Well, the Eldest did promise us a game unlike any we’ve had before,” Leonidant remarked dryly.

“Even I didn’t expect they would throw away two straight turns of offence,” Solant mused. “I’d predicted the Eldest would attempt to crush us, trying to score every time they had the chance, and shutting us out, for the most dominant victory possible. In some ways, this is even more intimidating. If the Eldest throws every offence they have, except the last, and shuts us out to win 1-0 at the last moment, it’ll be an entirely different statement.”

“We won’t let that happen, though.”

“Of course not. One play and we’ve already confirmed a few things. First, the Eldest is taking us lightly, and that gives us a chance. Second, they really can detect our thoughts and intentions. The decoy ball was completely ignored.”

“So that means…”

thoughts need to be

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in this match so far. I do

may be in for an extremely short

they’ve adopted a completely different formation as they break out of the huddle. There’s never been a team to change

is positioned close to the front in centre, mages tight in behind with soldiers anchoring the formation and scouts out wide. This is almost a traditional look from the Endless, not something we’re used to seeing. Perhaps they

appears they might. The Eldest is sitting a little higher up the pitch this time and…

we can see them this

ROAAAAAARRRRR!

as if they weren’t even there. The stone flies and the crowd is shielded from the

like an aphid in front of the gigantic ant as she clutches the ball…

free down the left side of the pitch, totally unmarked… well of

Eldest turns, one clack of the mandibles… have they given up, are they unable

RUMBLE!

conjured a wall of stone in front of the touch line. Even from that position in the middle of

to completely obstruct the touch line, but… it’s no use! The Eldest is extending the wall further into the pitch,

CRUNCH!

over! The Eldest has dashed in and seized the

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