Chapter 1594 – Sense of Danger

Krath engineering? Who knew that was even a thing?! Thick ropes of sticky mucus zloop down from above with remarkable speed, latching onto the platform and trailing off towards my still-rotating gravity bomb. Some of them get sucked in and destroyed, but it isn’t long before my spell flickers out, allowing the slugs to connect the bones of their slime bridge.

I watch it all with a rising sense of incredulity. They really think they can make something out of mucus to carry the weight of a literal sludge ocean?! There’s a freakin’ tidal wave a kilometre wide rushing towards us! There’s absolutely no way!

I mean, ‘rushing’ is relative, it’s bright, virulent slime, not water. Even so, they don’t have that much time.

Despite my doubts, a part of me is nervous. If they actually manage to build something that can hold the weight, even for just a minute or two… the wave of mucus would pour over the platform and bury us in metres-deep slime.

More and more sludge pours down from above as the Krath continue to weave together a lattice that bridges the gap.

Groaning at the absurdity of it, I begin to pull out the gravitational mana within my gland, weaving it with my exhausted brains while enduring a fresh wave of acid and nets being hurled in my direction. The mages, along with Rathwyn and his group, have started to return fire at the slugs hiding above, weaving long-range spells to try and smoke them out.

It’s hard to tell, but it doesn’t seem to be having much effect so far. The Krath have clearly come prepared, working in the darkness up there to create little pockets of safety.

This is so frustrating! I can’t go out there and get them, and I’m running low enough on gravitational mana that I can’t afford to waste any. After all, I have to have enough ready to throw out gravity bombs at short notice. Dipping below that amount, even for a few seconds, risks complete disaster!

After I finish this spell, that’ll be all she wrote until I can build up my reserves a little bit. It won’t take long, but damn, they’re pushing me hard.

I turn and look back toward the gathered forces of the Colony, doing their best to support me from a distance. Bertran and Alis are still down, battling away within the Nave against… something. That worries me; I hope they’re doing okay.

Constant fire is exchanged between the Krath and Colony as the wave of sludge draws closer and the bridge continues to take shape. Any ants that step towards the edge to try and destroy it are immediately targeted, and I eventually wave them off. My spell will deal with the problem, they can just focus on other issues.

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Seeing the tidal wave up close, though… holy moly, that looks nasty.

Wherever they brewed up this particular mass of goop, they added a few extra ingredients. It is bright orange, almost glowing in a radioactive sort of way, a thick haze of orange spores being pushed before the crest of the wave. Judging by the steaming and sizzling of the rocks lining the tunnel as the mucus passes over them, this stuff is potent beyond belief.

As if the regular mucus wasn’t bad enough, they had to go and create a condensed hyper mucus. Wonderful.

Looming far overhead and filling the entire, kilometre-wide width of the tunnel, the sheer mass of the stuff is intimidating as heck. This must be millions upon millions of litres.

I look down again at the flimsy rope bridge the Krath have produced. There is a membrane linking the ropes together by now, but I can’t conceive of it being able to hold the thousands of tons worth of slime that will hit it in a few seconds. There’s just no way….