Chrysalis Chapter 826 - Confronting Our Demons pt 3

Chapter 826 - Confronting Our Demons pt 3

Say what I will about Grokus, he's an intimidating sight when he's up and moving. However much I weigh in my tier six body, the demon has me ma.s.sively outcla.s.sed. Not only is he taller, but his girth is also considerably wider. And if I were to hazard a guess, his demon flesh and musculature is far denser than my own. Even with a portion of his body stuffed into a pocket dimension, he literally makes the ground shake with every step that he takes.

The two ma.s.sive claws that sit on either side of his ravening maw scratch furiously at the ground as he drags himself toward us, screaming and bellowing at the top of his lungs.

[Whatever you do Tiny, don't get caught by those hands,] I warn the big ape. [One second and he'll have you stuffed into his mouth and there won't be any coming back.]

The bat-faced ape's face is alive with joy and rage as he bounds toward a worthy foe, but I see his ear flicker and know that he heard what I had to say.

[And Crinis, you need to play it a little cautious as well. Go to work, but don't try and connect to his mind, I think he'll be far too strong for your tendrils to work and they might backfire on you.]

[I'm not sure that they can, Master.]

[I sure as heck don't want to find out,] I tell her firmly. [Play it safe and chip away from the shadows. I'll stand up front and take the heat so you'll have plenty of chances.]

I can sense her hesitation, but I give her clear orders and finally she concedes.

[Very well. Be safe, Master.]

[Of course!]

I'm not aiming to throw my life away, I'm gonna play it cool. Rather than charge directly into Grokus' teeth, I skirt the edge of his range, avoiding his grasping hands with swift steps. He's a h.e.l.l of a lot quicker than I expected, but the tingling of my antennae gives me the warning I need to dodge away. Time to check if Al was correct in his judgement that Grokus is heavily magic resistant. Not that I doubt him, but it always helps to verify.

My mind constructs spin independently to pull together Ice Mana that I quickly shape into a barrage of spears. The huge demon lumbers toward me and I continue to bait him forward, allowing Tiny the s.p.a.ce to move to his sides. The moment my spells are prepared, I unleash them, a flurry of hardened projectiles made from ice flash through the air and burrow deep into the demon's flesh.

Aha! He doesn't seem that impervious to me!

Except that he isn't hurt. I hardly expect that a few puny ice spears are going to bring down a demon of this size, but before my befuddled eyes the ice just melts away to reveal smooth flesh underneath. He wasn't injured in the slightest. If Ice magic doesn't work, then I have others…

[Crinis! Help Tiny and make sure he survives, without Invidia around he's a much more vulnerable target!]

He might have incredibly hard bones, but the rest of him is as soft and spongy as ever. It's unfortunate that he hasn't been able to collect his new armour yet, but hopefully he'll be able to pull through with the incredible power that he's pulled together since evolving.

As for Grokus, it looks as though I'm going to have to go one-on-one for now. Not exactly what I want, facing off against a demon a full tier stronger than I am. For his part, the city lord continues to lunge toward me, his wide arms sweeping out to grasp at me, threatening to s.n.a.t.c.h me up and throw me whole into his slavering gullet. Again, he moves faster than I expect and only my preternatural reflexes are able to keep me skittering free of his clutches.

My mind-constructs spin with desperate speed, operating the omni-elemental construct with greater skill and rapidity than I ever have before to pull out mana of every variety. I throw it all at the hulking city lord, to no effect. Fire, earth, lava, ice, air, nothing! All of it washes off the ma.s.sive demon as if I were showering him with pure spring-water. How is this possible?! Is he naturally resistant to any form of mana?! That seems ridiculously powerful! I don't believe it…

If I'm going to inflict damage using my magic, I'm going to need to go a little louder than just base elements.

In the meantime, I'll have to try and resist him with just my mandibles and shiny, shiny carapace. Snapping my jaws together, I brace myself to go toe to toe with the big guy as my minds fire themselves into overdrive. Deep within my carapace, gravity mana begins to flow, in a trickle at first, but then in a great flood as multiple constructs draw on it at the same time, compressing the mana together in the beginnings of a gravity bomb. You're resistant to mana huh? Let's see if you can resist this…

Unwilling to put all of my eggs into the one basket though, I keep a few of my constructs free to form gravity bolts which I fling at the city lord as soon as they're done. If they have any effect at all it should be significant considering how much raw ma.s.s the demon has. Slowing him down would be quite a help, considering I can't get close to him without risking getting grabbed.

[WHAT'S WRONG INSECT? DO YOU FEAR ME? COME CLOSER AND LET ME TASTE YOUR COWARDICE!]

His repulsive mind booms against mine suddenly and I'm caught off guard by the sheer force of his hunger. All of a sudden, the demon's aura expands and rolls out from him in a wave, suppressing the ants caught within range and forcing them to grow still. What's more, I feel a maddening hunger take hold of me, a boiling pain erupts from inside my carapace, as if my stomach were attempting to eat my body from the inside out.

A quick glance at my status confirms that I'm actually taking damage from this effect, whatever it is, and the pain is horrendous.

"Back away!" I command the thousands of ants scattered around us, "you can't fight this!"

[I'll give you a taste alright, a taste of these mandibles!]

I draw deeper on the energy that flows from the Colony and into me, letting it replenish my body and fuel my strength as I dash closer to the huge monstrosity. One of his arms rises to s.n.a.t.c.h at me but the warning of my antennae gives me the time I need to leap at the perfect timing, rising above the grasping claw as my jaws lock back into position.

Omen Chomp!

I don't want to get too close, so only the black mandibles of my manifested energy strike home, but they do, biting deeply into the girth of the city lord. Even so, the feedback I get is strange, as if I bit, but also as if I didn't. Using my legs, I spring back from Grokus before he has a chance to grab at me again and I look at the wound. Except it's bȧrėly there at all! Is this guy indestructible?!