Chrysalis

Chapter 1244

“Something strange is happening,” Zluth said, his voice burbling as if rising from the depths of a particularly thick bog.

“Oh?” Shozzl replied, not particularly interested.

Zluth continued to operate the array with his numerous, spindly limbs as he leaned closer to the readout.

“Many of our monsters are being lost under D-6. Too many.”

“Which mountain is D-6 again?”

“It’s next to D-5.”

“I know it’s next to D-5, you slimeless stooge. How does that help me?”

The fierce, primal anger that dwelt within all his kind boiled up in Zluth now, hissing within his slug flesh. He suppressed it. Those who surrendered to the rage too often soon found it became more difficult to resist. It was hard to find a role within the tribe when one had a nasty habit of biting off the heads of one’s partners. And those without a role were meat for the pits.

“D-5 is claimed by the tree, huccop,” he spat, a thick wave of mucus overflowing from his mouth. “Remember now?”

eyes that had previously drooped on the end of Shozzl’s eyestalks. Life, and

now,

one stalk to monitor his partner. She was getting a little too heated, and

device and sliding

“I won’t,” Shozzl declared.

once more allowing herself to sink back into the bubbling acid pool. He cursed. Of all the Krath he could have been partnered with for

forced to report your lax attitude to the

gas that emerged along with his words would have melted a human face in a

will rejoice as you are digested within the bowels of the Blubbeast, perhaps you will find

eyestalks blazing red with her

he slithered

digestive tract groaned and contorted in pain as it was eaten

what is going on up here?” he muttered to himself, checking the readings on

above were going absolutely berserk, which only happened when someone tampered with the blessed filth of the fifth. This in and of itself wasn’t unusual, the so-called ‘civilised’ races always beat back the slime, but as far as the Slee were aware, this mountain was empty except for those useless termites. Having collected useful samples already, they had hoped to clear out

ooze. Faster and more

the slime and even the rock below. There

Zluth slowed his pace and retracted his stalks, bringing his eyes close to his own acidic flesh. He stuck to the shadows and the deeper pools,

wave, had attacked the slime and triggered this rage. Except that didn’t explain why it was still going on. The monsters of

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