Chrysalis Chapter 1758 - Revenge Tour

Letting that hyper-potent acidic mucus soak me entirely might not rank as my brightest choice ever, yet it paid off in the finish. My carapace's remarkable thickness proved a boon, and the healing network sprang into action the moment the Krath launched their assault. As hundreds bombarded me with acid, the healing fluid surged to life in no time.

Overconfidence in purging the mana corruption apparently crept in, causing me to neglect the genuine peril of an acid deluge. Naturally, the Pure Core shone brilliantly by absorbing the errant mana flooding my form—kudos indeed—but goodness, that slimy immersion was entirely avoidable.

After dispatching the bulk of the Krath, I ensure my prisoners lie thoroughly squashed and immobile, not even able to twitch a digit, prior to exploring the cavern zones spacious enough for my bulk. Truth be told, there's scant to note. Solant reckoned these advance posts were newly erected by the Krath, not enduring tribal lairs. The passages mostly squeeze tight and confining, while quarters mimic the sort the Colony might choose for slumber. I doubt such crowding soothed their renowned slug irascibility.

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Upon closer scrutiny, however, each slug appears to have claimed a personal nook for rest. That might have mitigated matters somewhat?

I'm somewhat bummed by the lack of any egg clutch nearby. With the impending flood, we'd have snagged additional chal. Those petite snails charm me; they look playful, and variety brings delight, as the adage goes. Alas, no recourse.

Shifting the slugs toward the safe-zone presents a mild challenge. I must maneuver them without risking a spiteful burst like vengeful balloons. Plainly, grinding them into the earth clashes with effective relocation. In the end, I engage my intellects cleverly, deploying a gravity well to suspend them while elongating their forms concurrently.

Challenging at first, yet it functions splendidly after I grasp the technique.

A cluster of Krath drifting in my wake, I forsake the wreckage of the old slug base and set course for the safe-zone.

One additional duty awaits me here: reforming the tunnels to nullify the slugs' alterations. Considerable time passes as I prowl about, uncovering their clever deceptions. Concealed mucus caches, sly drain vents, seepy barriers, and myriad absurdities. Beyond the covert elements, they'd boldly sealed routes, slashed enormous gashes in other floors, and hollowed expansive halls to contain the liquid mana, dissipating it through seemingly bespoke guardian beasts.

These creatures apparently couldn't ingest or refine the cleansed power, merely expelling enormous quantities of thick sludge. Devoid of locomotion, appendages, or basic perceptions, I doubt such entities could endure absent the Krath's vigilant oversight.

Resembling heaps of drenched exercise garb, the beasts featured merely two apertures: one for consumption, the other for... oozing discharge.

An unconventional countermeasure, that.

Routes reinstated and covert accesses sealed, I gleefully proceed to the safe-zone, prisoners trailing. A brisk triumph, by my reckoning. I'd anticipated greater difficulty, but my evolution continues yielding rewards far surpassing my boldest imaginings.

The fifth? A total breeze! Gweheheheheh!

Three remaining bases demand attention before I plunge into the abyss to deliver the decisive strike against the Krath clans. The thrill is almost unbearable.