Chapter 1591 – Rain of Slugs

As the Krath reach the purified mana, they begin to sizzle and steam, just like my carapace is currently doing. Before they even touch the ground, each and every one of them plunges a hand onto their own flesh, puncturing some critical organ inside. They dissolve rapidly, to the extent that almost nothing survives to reach the platform.

Lousy slugs! I was going to give them a good chomp! I deserve that! I’ve earned it!

“Try and burn these nets off me!” I ask the ants still hesitantly waiting nearby.

I know they want to help, they want to swarm and protect me, and part of me is tempted to let them, but I took the Altar of Self in my last evolution for exactly this reason. I’m strong enough, I can protect them.

“Can you withstand the heat, Eldest?” one of the mages demands.

“Don’t be silly!” I scoff. “Fire away!”

Turns out having half a dozen flamethrowers levelled at you at the same time is a bit hotter than I thought it would be. YEEOUCH!

Of course, I stoically maintain my facade. I’d rather cook a little bit than let these oozes knock me out, that’s for sure. For safety, I trigger my healing gland, letting the regenerative fluid run through my body and heal the damage I’ve been taking.

I also dedicate a set of my subminds to seeking out and breaking down the invasive mana that is continually creeping into me. At the moment, it remains at safe levels, but it isn’t a problem I can ignore.

There are still Krath on the wall, battling to hold on against the well that is forcing them to fall away from safety. I can imagine them tucked into holes and cracks in the stone, desperately trying to maintain their grip. Gweheheh.

Unfortunately, Krath aren’t the only thing on the wall. There is also an absolute nose-load of mucus and slime. Thick clouds of the stuff now float overhead, pulled away from the wall and ready to fall onto the platform the moment I release the spell.

That wouldn’t be ideal, obviously.

With regret, I reverse the gravity well and it instantly flips, now crushing against the wall. The hanging mucus zooms like it was shot out of a cannon, slapping into the wall with a sharp, wet slap that resounds through the air. I wince. Anyone under that is going to be very unhappy.

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The fire has proven to be fairly ineffective against the nets, but it’s slowed them down at least. There’s a few things I could do to deal with them myself, but, for the moment, my energy is better spent making sure the platform is safe.

They might have been caught off guard by my gravity well trick, but the Krath won’t give up with just that, I’m certain of it.

My thoughts prove more accurate than I expected. I hadn’t noticed the brewing storm overhead, since I’d been so focused on all the other shenanigans going on. A dense, roiling cloud of green and dark yellow, hissing and steaming as stray drops of slime are consumed within.

What the heck is this now?!