Chrysalis

Chapter 1287

Great. Just great. I finally get Morrelia to come out here, and she’s berserking. I’m hardly likely to get a decent conversation out of her at this point. So does this mean I’m going to have to fight, make it look convincing, while she goes full wild-style?

That’s… not going to be easy.

For starters, I let my mind constructs pelt her with water bolts, a near endless hail of compressed water balls that slam into her armour with loud, concussive blasts.

Not that it seems to bother her. Despite hitting like a well-swung hammer, they barely move her. Once she’s back on her feet, the blades come up, gleaming with red light, and she starts slicing through my magic as she draws closer.

Oh, you’re approaching me? Are you sure that’s a wise idea?

It probably is, it’s not like I can deploy a void chomp without worrying about biting her in half. Irritated by how complicated things have gotten, I trigger my regeneration gland to start healing my leg. My mobility is a bit shot at the moment, which means I’ll have to fight more directly. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but Morrelia’s sword strikes… are nasty.

Her moves aren’t nearly as artful as what the Folk can bring to bear, but they’re still extremely effective. The fact she was able to shear through my leg while off balance in mid-air is a little worrying. She might be the first person I’ve fought in Freehill who can actually damage my carapace.

[Alright then, bring it on! You want a piece of this? Come and get it!]

No more piddly basic spells. I throw away the elemental magic I’d conjured and start focusing on something a little more spicy. Given a little more freedom, Morrelia goes back into dash mode. Considering how bulky that armour is, she moves with lightning speed. Is this what Legionaries are really capable of?

Once again, the twin blades flash, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I charge in headfirst, angling my body expertly to deflect the blow.

When the sword light strikes home, I’m stunned. It’s unbelievably heavy, and indescribably sharp. Like twin shards of pure rage, they slam into my carapace and start to bite into the gravity compressed diamond. It’s not enough. Despite cutting deep, the blows are absorbed, and my strength, size and mass is simply too much to be knocked back by her strikes. I dash forward, jaws wide.

CHOMP!

I don’t use any Skills, out of fear of causing permanent damage, but I use as much of my raw physical strength as I dare. My physical jaws slam shut on the Legionary with terrific force, and for a moment, I’m worried I might have gone too far.

Except… she’s fine. And there’s a chip in my mandibles! What the heck did they make this armour out of?!

Two blades stab forward, sending sword-light spearing towards my eyes, and I have to stop, drop and roll. Letting Morrelia hang in midair, I release my grip, duck and get the heck out of the way.

You’re becoming just as ridiculous as your

was scary as heck, and pretty much cut me

energy surrounding the fighter dims, ever so slightly, and a coherent thought comes back to

unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover

met

I’ve finally

way you treat your

[You bit me.]

I didn’t even use a

her rueful laughter over the

Dungeon did you

that’s obvious isn’t

you all supposed to be experts on Monsters? I’m tier

doesn’t mean we can stand around gabbing with everyone watching. Morrelia steadies herself and brings up her

the one who’s gotten unreasonably strong?

could also say I had the talent

doing our best to put on a good show

it is to see you again, Morrelia, I kind of wish you didn’t turn up with a death squad. I don’t think I’ve done anything so nefarious as to deserve this kind of

tell she has

told me… the Dungeon Seers said you had

lodged in your insides? Just constantly yanking and pulling until you think your guts are going to fall out

[Oh, Anthony. I’m sorry.]

I suppose it’ll keep getting worse over time. If I ever get down to the Ancients, I’m going to give them

mean that. Although the pain must be terrible, so I’m sorry for that as well. No, I meant the prophecy. Twenty monsters will destroy the world. The Legion believes that if the twentieth Ancient ever rises, it will mean the end of the world. And they aren’t the only ones to think so. As long as the Ancients themselves think

fifth even faster than the Call can drag me

going to go into the

the Colony again? We’re going to get

be… quite

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