Chrysalis Chapter 1795 - Unstoppable Assault

"LIVE! DIE! LIVE AGAIN!" Leeroy bellowed, her entire body alight with power, her core ablaze like a miniature sun.

"WE LIVE! WE DIE! WE LIVE AGAIN!"

"SACRIFICE WITHOUT END!"

"SACRIFICE WITHOUT END!"

The first creature attempting to oppose them simply dissolved into a mist, crushed and overrun instantly as the armored formation relentlessly advanced. Not long before, the Colony had executed a favored tactic, expelling a dense cloud of purified mana into this passage, repelling the corruption and annihilating the foulness that festered there. Mostly.

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In a state of frenzy and weakened, the native monsters propelled themselves towards the Immortals upon sighting the approaching ants, a development Leeroy relished.

Crabs coated in slime emerged, attempting to intercept the ants. They detonated in a burst of ichor and shell fragments.

Snails and slugs spewed forth acid and dripped viscous slime, emitting shrieks of animosity. The Immortals charged through them, their pace unwavering.

Torrents of mucus and thick sludges formed obstacles, impeding their forward movement. Did the Immortals hesitate? Did they swerve? Did they even acknowledge these barriers?

No! They pressed onward, each unit locked in formation by their sisters to the front, rear, and sides. In reality, they were incapable of perceiving their path or any impediments, nor did they require such perception. Their sole reliance was on their sisters and the certainty that anything encountered would eventually bring their demise, a prospect they embraced gloriously.

Consequently, the rivers of mucus, which seemed a formidable obstacle for a column of charging ants, were obliterated. The sheer force and mass of the Immortals were more than adequate to overcome these impediments. Thick webs of sludge were rent asunder and cleared without difficulty, the charge continuing unabated.

At the vanguard of the formation, Leeroy was suffused with exhilaration. Bolstered by the force of her sisters, she could have remained airborne and still been propelled forward, such was the velocity and might of their advance. Truthfully, she had long since discarded any recollection of the original plan, confident that the Immortals would discover their ultimate destiny somewhere along this charge, perhaps beyond the adjacent wall.

There was no possibility of diverting an Immortal charge; such was not its nature. Thus, Leeroy willingly braced herself, subtly adjusting her posture to expose the side of her head, and impacted the wall, anticipating the inevitable oblivion. Instead, the wall yielded. Soft and yielding, it tore and ripped as the Immortals surged through, unimpeded. Drenched in unspeakable gore and scorched by acid, the Immortals continued their relentless push, finding grim satisfaction in the tunnel beyond, which teemed with monsters and corrupted mana, significantly amplifying the peril.

By the time their momentum finally waned, they had breached five walls and traversed several kilometers of tunnel. Exhausted, their armor in tatters, their carapaces breached and shattered, with substantial portions of their bodies dissolved, the Immortals fell into the enveloping darkness, their descent blissful and glorious.

Aware their time had arrived, the fungal parasites residing within each Immortal commenced the dispersal of their spores. Drawing energy, they initiated regeneration, reassembling their hosts. Filaments extended to reshape warped metal, reattach severed limbs and even heads, and regrow destroyed organs and musculature. Soon, the zombie fungi were prepared to lift their hosts and pilot them back along the path of destruction they had carved, returning to the sanctuary of the Colony and the purified mana.

They delivered their hosts to the Halls of Undying, depositing each ant in its designated armory. There they rested, content in the knowledge that their hosts had been preserved and would endure for another day.