Chapter 189 The Croca Army (1/2)

Looks like we might have hit something by mistake?

Although, considering everything down that tunnel is sure to be hostile, I'm not sure I would call it a mistake?

I wonder what I even hit with that wave…

The mystery is soon solved when a gang of angry and damp looking Croca-Beasts come swaggering around the corner looking for trouble.

So it's you guys!

Are you the culprits chasing all the other monsters up the tunnel towards the surface just like Enid said you d.a.m.n thugs! Acting all tough now that your momma is in town, how sad is that?!

You stupid Croc Bipeds might have been scary and threatening when I was a hatchling but you're small fry now!

And it's true. The Croca-Beasts that once upon a time loomed over me like giant croc faced messengers of death don't seem nearly so large anymore. Whilst I'm not quite tall enough to look them in the eye I probably have a similar overall ma.s.s to them since I'm much longer than I am tall.

Their sharp claws and powerful, snapping jaws are not nearly as impressive as once they were. My own Savage Infused Mandibles look far more deadly to be honest. These guys just don't hold any fear for me anymore!

”ROOOAAAAAAAAAOOOOO” Tiny bellows.

Well sure, he's even less scared of them. Without waiting for my orders Tiny lumbers forward and starts smas.h.i.+ng Croc face in with his ma.s.sive fists. It's almost sad. He towers over the little crocs and his fist is probably the same size as their entire head. With every swing he one shots a Croca and it isn't long before the posse of toothy monsters has been smashed into paste.

[Good job Tiny! Show 'em who's boss!]

The big ape slaps his chest and a wide grin appears on his bat face. This takes me back to when I first saw Tiny, battling against his rival, a ma.s.sive t.i.tan-Croc. I get the feeling even after being reconst.i.tuted that he still has a special hatred for the Croc monsters, at the very least he seems inordinately pleased to have punched this particular groups' faces in.

Since they are unevolved monsters we don't even pause to eat them before preceding down the still soggy tunnel. As I climb over the fallen Crocs I begin to sense something strange tickling at the edge of my awareness. Like a sound that I can't quite hear.

[Do you hear anything Tiny?] I ask.

The ape tips his head to one side and listens for a moment before frowning and slowly nodding his head. So there is something….

[”Be on guard everyone”] I advise before we continue to advance.

With every step the fain feeling at the back of my mind grows more distinct. The pace of it increase is so slow that I wouldn't have noticed at all if I wasn't watching for it. As it grows the sensation becomes more oppressive, threatening even. As we continue to travel I feel as if I'm being watched by a ravenous beast.

HOGAAA!

Feel weird!

I can tell Tiny feels it as well, he's been restless and smacking monsters with even more force than usual.