The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 242: Time to Move Myself

The cavern was alive with tension, each shadow playing tricks on the mind as the Chimera Ant soldiers advanced in perfect synchronicity. Their dark forms moved with predatory grace, their antennae twitching in unison as if they shared a single mind. The Frog Variant leaped ahead, its powerful legs propelling it effortlessly over jagged rocks and mist-filled pockets. In its clawed limbs, it carried disruptors, glowing faintly as they pulsed with stored energy.

Mikhailis adjusted his glasses, the faint glow of data overlays reflecting off the lenses as his mind raced to stay ahead of the serpent’s relentless adaptations. The crystalline mist rippled unnaturally around the disruptors, their faint pulses sending shockwaves through the mana-rich atmosphere. The serpent’s erratic movements gave the impression of both anger and confusion—a volatile combination that Mikhailis couldn’t afford to underestimate.

"Maintain the pressure," he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting between the live feeds. Each disruptor placed by the Frog Variant added to the unstable chaos, forcing the serpent to recalibrate its attacks.Rodion’s voice cut through his thoughts, its precise tone unwavering.

As if to punctuate Rodion’s warning, the serpent lashed out with a sudden, brutal tail sweep. The shockwave it generated cracked the cavern floor and sent a boulder crashing down mere meters from the advancing Chimera Ant soldiers. One unfortunate soldier, caught directly in the tail’s path, was hurled against a jagged stalagmite, its exoskeleton shattered on impact. The image blinked out on Mikhailis’ display, replaced by a flickering "Feed Lost" message.

Another one down, Mikhailis thought grimly, his jaw tightening.

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As the Chimera Ant soldiers scuttled up the walls, the Frog Variant placed another disruptor, its careful movements mirroring the precision of a well-rehearsed dance. The disruptor’s glow intensified, sending ripples of interference through the mist. The serpent hissed, a sound that resonated like grinding glass, and its body coiled tighter, glimmering ominously in the unstable light.Mikhailis’ lips quirked into a humorless smirk.

"Getting antsy, are we?"

The Chimera Ant soldiers reacted instantly, scaling the cavern walls with uncanny speed. The Frog Variant placed another disruptor, the device pulsing as it destabilized another pocket of mana-rich mist. The serpent’s body shimmered, its crystalline scales refracting the dim light as it coiled defensively.

"Look at you," Mikhailis murmured, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his tone. "All wrapped up like a glittery ball of paranoia."

"Pull it back," he ordered.

"Get it out of the fight before it’s completely useless."

The Ravager struggled to its feet, its movements slow and labored. The serpent, sensing weakness, shifted its focus, its glowing eyes locked onto the injured variant. Mikhailis’ heart sank as the Chimera Ant soldiers swarmed to intercept, their clawed limbs slashing at the serpent’s crystalline body to divert its attention.

"You think I don’t know that?" Mikhailis snapped. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his mind racing. The variants darted around the serpent, their movements frantic as they dodged crystalline projectiles and retaliated with precision strikes. The Frog Variant continued to place disruptors, each one further destabilizing the mist and hampering the serpent’s movements.

Mikhailis grit his teeth, his frustration mounting.

We’re running out of options.

"Rodion, what’s the weak point?"

Mikhailis’ eyes narrowed as he studied the live feed. The mana core pulsed faintly, a flicker of light buried beneath the serpent’s protective armor. It was a tantalizing target, but the layers of crystal surrounding it were formidable.

"Figures it wouldn’t be easy," he muttered. He glanced at the Skullborne Ravager, which was still struggling to stand. Its injuries were severe, its dark armor cracked and splintered.

"This can’t be helped," he said softly, his voice laced with resignation. He straightened, clenching his fist tightly.

"Rodion, direct all remaining soldiers to support me. I’m doing this myself."