Chapter 1768 – Titans Fight Briefly

It’s not easy to fight against other large monsters. The more I’ve engaged in these types of battles, the more I’ve noticed how much more awkward it feels. For starters, we’re so massively mutated and have such weird, esoteric organs that just about anything can happen at any moment. Absurdly high damage output? Yep. Insane durability and healing? Of course! Inexplicable mobility? Why not!

Which leads these confrontations to go one of two ways. Either we clash sharply and violently, one overwhelming the other and bringing about a swift resolution to the combat, or it’s a tense, drawn out stalemate, where neither side is keen to make the first move.

I’ve come to enjoy both sides of this particular activity. A short, sharp fight saves time and lets us all get on with our day, while an extended chess-match really gets the brains firing and the heart pounding.

In this instance, I take one look at my opponent and decide I would really like to not be looking at it anymore.

If the contents of a blocked nose could come alive in the form of a monster, this would be it. Clear in some places, streaked with yellow and green in others, I can’t tell if it’s meant to be a slug, a slime, or just a wobbling pile of mucus.

Either way, I don’t want to engage in a battle of wits with this thing, I just want it gone. Long-form battles might be my speciality, but against a monster this hideous, I’m willing to take some risks. Besides, who knows what the heck it’ll do to me if I give it enough time? The air around the thing is positively alive with corruption and sickness, and if I look closely, the monster’s body is riddled with parasites.

Nope. Not liking this one bit.

Although it doesn’t move all that quickly, I wouldn’t call my opponent slow. It sort of tumbles over itself, not exactly rolling, but almost like a wave that builds, rising up, then sloshing forward only to start building again. There are two long stalks with eyes atop them that peer up out of the goop every now and again, staring hard at me as it draws closer.

Taking a careful reading of its core, it seems like this creature is a tier seven, but a fairly strong one. If it hasn’t pushed its core to the limit of the tier, then it’s gone awfully close.

I wonder if this is the local territorial boss that the Krath have lured over, or something that they’ve engineered? Either way, it’s going to have to be dealt with.

Opening my mandibles wide, I unleash a gravity bomb, letting the spell howl into existence as it streaks down the tunnel. Empowered by the Altar, I’m hoping it’ll be enough to dispatch my opponent before it gets too close. To my surprise, the monster doesn’t seem all that bothered by the spell, instead it draws in on itself, almost as if inhaling, before it lunges forward and hurls out a dense ball of noxious ooze.

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Hey! You can’t do that! Ending fights with a dense ball of specialised mana is supposed to be my thing.

When the two, well I suppose the technical term is Doom Spheres, meet, the resultant meeting of black hole and snot is predictably messy. With the atmosphere, wet with mucus and corruption working against it, my bomb isn’t able to push through and hit my opponent directly. When the dust fades, it’s gained quite a bit of ground, advancing in a determined fashion.

Whatever the reason, this monster really wants to throw down here and now, not even my higher tier is going to dissuade it.

Now that it’s closer, I can sense the swelling power inside its form, another ball of goop being prepared, either to launch immediately, or as a defensive measure. Man, I really didn’t want to get close to this thing….