Chrysalis Chapter 1765 - Where The Heck Are They Getting it From?!

Right now, I'd love to talk to whoever supplies the Krath with slime. No idea who they are, but gosh darn, they really deliver. What sort of fields are they growing? How expansive is this slime-collection effort? I've been launching gravity bombs all day to suck up the goo, yet it just won't stop surging forward. How can so much slime even exist?! We've got to have reached maximum mucus levels somewhere close by.

Sure, it's not the most effective method to eliminate the sludge by using mini black holes to gulp it down and crush it, but I've been busting my hump out here. It's kinda disheartening to watch that creeping tidal wave still looming large, taunting me with its massive size, though I've at least pushed it far away from the platform.

How many millions of liters of corrosive sludge have I obliterated over the past day? Only Gandalf would have the count. Because of my hard work, the platform's defenders aren't wasting as much energy fending off the creeping slime barrier, and the situation feels somewhat steadier now. Steady enough for me to head out and explore the tunnels.

During my rampage, I also smashed quite a few monsters, which didn't do any harm.

“Okay then, Brendant. I'm off, don't let the slugs nab you.”

“I'll do my best to avoid that, Eldest,” she promises. “Thanks for the assistance.”

“Anytime.”

I've been itching to check on the Templars, but that can wait until I return. After straining my mind casting spells for a full day, I'm pumped to head out and do some munching. Talking can happen afterward.

This has zero connection to any worries about my personal Prophet's growth and what it could imply for my Templars. Absolutely nothing.

To depart from the platform, I hoist myself upward using a Gravity Well, no problem there. Mana isn't limitless for me, but I've got plenty. The energy down here is super thick, and I've tapped the wellspring several times to replenish my stores.

Ascending grandly into the sky, I begin detecting the nearest tunnel opening.

That's when the acid spikes begin hurtling toward me.

Dozens erupt from the slime wall all at once, aimed straight at me. Creepy! I'd be concerned if they weren't shooting into an active Gravity Well. With a mental twitch, I yank them skyward, draining their speed. A couple still clip me, ricocheting off my shell but splattering searing, fizzing ooze that sticks to my flank. Luckily, the healing network kicks into gear, the faint flow of restorative liquid just the start of the flood to follow.

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Not fazed by the first miss, the Krath keep at it relentlessly. Wave after wave of these lances hurls my way, and I handle each batch identically, but man, it's starting to grate on me big time.

How am I meant to float elegantly amid all this chaos? Plus, my carapace is getting more and more battered by their corrosive slime.

Chilly healing liquid surges and spreads through my body as I reactivate the Gravity construct. I figure this next one will demand a hefty mana cost.

I don't bother concealing my actions, so the Krath definitely sense the massive energy orb I'm building to hurl at them. Additional spikes whistle through the air at blistering speeds.

When the bomb is primed for release, the regen network is roaring, deluging my body with healing, which is ideal since I'll soon plunge into the tunnels.

Parting my mandibles broadly, I unleash the bomb, and it roars to life, ripping across the sky toward the densest cluster of Krath I can detect. Naturally, they're scattering now, but they might not escape in time, as this bomb dwarfs the earlier ones and I've boosted its power too.

HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

Ah, that glorious noise of reality getting torn apart—I've kinda missed it.

Come to think of it, hovering in the air probably isn't smart when a Gravity Bomb detonates. Oops.

Right away, I dump all the energy from the Gravity Well to propel myself from the bomb, soaring through the air like a projectile. Elegance forgotten, survival first!

The bomb swells into a dark, lazily spinning abyss twice as vast as my prior attempts. The pull it generates is insane, dragging in slime and all else in its horrifying grasp—including me!

“We've got you, Eldest!”

Hu… who said that?

“Protectant?!”

“Who else?”

I twist my head a bit and spot a line of ants, each clutching the legs of the one ahead, anchored to me and stretching back to the platform far below.

“Have you guys multiplied? That chain seems longer than twenty.”

“No.”

“Your response contradicts what I'm seeing, Protectant.”

“I said no. Now hush, we can't afford to slip.”

I won't interrupt ants on a tough job. Impressively, they cling to my legs right through the bomb's whole blast, and as it winks out, I alert my temporary guards.

“You joining me in the tunnels?”

“Naturally! What did you think brought us here?”

“Alright, brace yourselves—let's move!”

A fresh Gravity Well sparks up, and I use it to plunge ahead, straight at the spot where the bomb is dissipating. For now, it's carved a solid gap in the thick mucus barrier encircling the platform, though it won't stay open forever.

Building tremendous speed, I rocket forward, with Protectant and her siblings trailing in a stretched chain of guardians hanging on for dear life.