Chapter 1266: Slug Strife

Chapter 1266: Slug Strife

Ah, the fifth. Such a lovely place to be. I mean, the acid isn't all that enjoyable, but what this stratum lacks in good atmosphere, it makes up for with hospitality.

A disgusting, bloated lobster comes running at me, its eyes boiling with rage, and hissing globs of unspeakable goo bubbling up from its carapace so fast the monster leaves a thick trail of ooze behind it.

I mean, what do I even do? I don't want to bite the thing. If I actually manage to hurt it, my mandibles will probably melt off. Its claws don't seem any more appealing than the rest of it. It has four, because of course it does, and the pincers look more like mouths than anything else, each of them streaming virulent yellow bile.

Let's just say, it isn't the kind of fight I really look forward to.

Gravity Bomb!

A smaller bomb rips into space and howls toward the offending monster. Unthinking, the beast runs straight into the spell and vanishes as the bomb expands to consume whatever it can.

The lobster screams and rattles, and for a moment, I can see it flailing wildly, bits and pieces pushing out of the void, but only for brief instants, until the spell eventually winks out and the lobster, now missing a large chunk of itself, slumps down defeated. Yeesh. I'm having to do this more and more as time passes. That monster was almost the same size as I am, so it can't have been too low of a tier, which means I would have loved to get my mandibles on the core.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

Which is a lot. The wuffer zone has now been expanded to include a brand new zone, the two separated by several hundred metres. There's all sorts of fancy shenanigans going on between the two packs of wuffers, channels dug into the floor of the tunnel to move both toxic and pure mana from one side to the other. I'm not sure how it all works, I certainly wasn't the one to do the math, but it seems to be working well, and it won't be long before the two separate bubbles of purified mana connect in the middle.

Only by constantly refreshing my regeneration gland and washing the fatigue from my minds via the Vestibule am I able to remain out here for as long as I do. Endless stamina and regeneration really do come in handy.

Just as I ready myself to intercept another large monster rushing forward, one of my antennae twitches.

I swear I just sensed something....

Another gravity bomb explodes into reality, flying toward the offending monster, a snail with four acid-spitting heads, and I turn my attention toward the mucous river. Just for a second, I registered a little something in here, I swear. Something... odious.

I wander over to the edge and look down into the slowly flowing, bright yellow sludge.

Which is when thick tendrils burst out of the surface and try to enfold me.

Ah, a trap.