Chapter 1402 – The Krath’lath’s Plans!

“What is happening?!” the Krath’lath screamed.

The acid and fury bubbled throughout her slug-flesh, causing it to sizzle and pop at the edges.

The pain only sharpened her rage. The surrounding Krath leaned back from her, unwilling to fall prey to her wrath. They too felt the mindless rage of their kind rising. The ants were coming! Finally, they were coming!

Each and every one of them needed to suffer in the acid pits for this invasion! And yet. And yet!

“Something is consuming the Acid Mucus, Krath’lath,” Goszi reported.

The old Krath had positioned himself wisely, staying as far from the tribe leader as possible while still remaining in the chamber. Two bulging red eyes turned on their stalks to face him.

“I can see that,” the Krath’lath bellowed. She pointed with one of her spindly limbs. “Is that a whirlpool of mucus!?”

It was. From their position close to the ceiling, the Krath were able to look down on where the giant ant had fallen. As part of their welcome strategy, the Krath had diverted several mucus rivers into this tunnel, flooding it with the highly toxic and acidic substance.

But now, it was being drained away, sucked into… something that they couldn’t see. What could possibly consume so much of the dreaded stuff? Already, the level in the tunnel was half of what it had been only a few minutes ago.

From the depths of the muck, they caught an occasional burst of the most horrific sound, a scream of hunger so dreadful it put the burning in their own stomachs to shame.

“Have any of the needle-eels poisoned that insect yet?”

“They can’t penetrate its shell.” Again, Goszi made the report, but from an entirely different position. As the Krath’lath had raged through the chamber, he’d moved carefully to maintain his distance.

“How is that possible?” The Krath’lath raged.

“Apparently, it’s too hard for the eels to get through,” the old Krath replied.

“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?” she screamed back at him.

Those eels were notorious for their ability to puncture just about anything. Every monster, no matter how thick their shell, lived in fear of these eels! Once they pierced through, they would inject their digestive enzymes into the prey, liquifying it from the inside out. A terrible way to die, and a fitting end for the leader of this invasion.

Before she could unleash her rage, the leader of the tribe was distracted by a new development at the opening to the fourth stratum.

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Large… pipes… were lowered down into the sludge. The moment they made contact, the metal began to hiss and steam, then rattle as they appeared to suck the mucus up and into the tunnel above.

The Krath’lath considered what she was seeing for a moment, her eyes sizzling on their stalks as she bottled her anger.

“They’re going to feed the mucus to their… pets!” she roared. “Destroy the pipes immediately!”

One of the Krath dove down into the river, extending his body to slip through the gunk at incredible speeds. Rapidly, he sliced through the thick sludge, expertly dodging the darting eels as he made his way to the pipes. Mere moments before he reached them, he exploded upwards out of the river and slammed into the rock ceiling of the tunnel.