Chapter 131 Flee from fire! (1/2)

I'm almost so close to the back of the crowd I could reach out and poke a person with my antennae, please let them not hear me!

The little worker is still struggling in my mandibles, trying to get free to go and investigate the fire. What the heck are you so interested in?! Is it the Bioma.s.s? Are you just upset that they are burning the monster bodies and not eating that sweet, sweet Bioma.s.s?

I don't think they can eat that, kid! Different people have different cultures ok?

”Stop your wiggling! I'll feed you when we get back to the colony ok?”

Upon hearing that I'm prepared to feed it the worker stops her escape attempts, causing my panic to subside a little, then she happily clacks her mandibles, making an audible *clack* sound, causing my panic to skyrocket!

At first there is no response, but then a middle aged gentlemen in the middle of the crowd slowly turns around, a frown creasing his forehead. His face goes completely white as he is met by the sight of a giant ant lying flat on its belly with another, smaller ant in its mandibles only a few metres from his back.

Uh…. Hi!

I try waving to him with an antenna but he flinches back from the movement, his mouth opening in closing in soundless panic. He reaches with shaking hands to tug on the clothes of the people around him and they turn, irritated at first but when they see his expression and he points with a trembling finger they turn and behold my glorious backside as I have already begun to flee!

Time to motor out of here!

I can hear angry shouts behind me, followed by the soaring voice of the priest before the pounding of feet alert me to the movement of the people behind me. Turning my head slightly I can see the crowd has recovered from their early shock and have starting giving chase! Crude farming tools and rusty swords held at the ready!

Holy smokes Gandalf! These people are a little too into their monster killing!

As I sprint through the fields with a horde of shouting humans behind me the little worker is happily clicking and clacking her mandibles, thoroughly enjoying the ride. I'm speechless at her lack of awareness, just who's fault do you think this situation is!?

Illuminated by burning torches the crowd looks like an angry horde summoned from the depths of h.e.l.l! Their raging eyes have become devoid of fear as they rush along in my wake.

Daaaaaamn it!

I don't particularly want to kill my way through an entire village but at the same time I don't want to lead them to the colony. Think, Anthony!

I may just have to give them a taste of my magical prowess!

Working quickly I try to shape a Gravity Spear as I run. Being so distracted I naturally lose a little speed as I stumble here and there and the crowd begins to gain on me. Its ok, don't fail the construction!

My practice has helped me become more familiar with the shape of the spell, like a tune that I've practiced more often. I still need to do a heap of practice before I can 'play' it with total ease but I can do it a heck of lot better than I could the first time!

After just ten seconds of frantic mental work I've prepared the spell and start pouring in the gravitational energy to charge it. In my haste I don't properly control the flow of energy and pour in a ton too much, overcharging the spell!

Gah! I don't have time to make another one, just fire it!

Turning my head I pick out my target, the first gentlemen to notice me, no longer terrified but maniacally shouting a he leads the charge, what looks like a woodcutters axe in his hand.