Chapter 1179: Anthony On Tour pt 31

Chapter 1179: Anthony On Tour pt 31

Ah, the sea. Lake. Sea-Lake. I hate it. Once again, I find myself aboard a large tub, surrounded by ships, basically trapped and unable to shift myself, lest the boat tip over. It's unpleasant, obviously, and it feels a bit vulnerable. Well, it felt a bit vulnerable, before I had a fleet of anti-monster soldiers bearing down on me at all times.

Now it's downright unnerving.

The Legion remain close by, relatively speaking. Their fleet maintains a reasonable distance from our own, given that fleets of ships take up a fair amount of space and need room to manoeuvre and all that. Abyssal Legion ships, as bulky and intimidating as the troops, keep pace, a couple of kilometres away from the brathian fleet.

[There's no need to worry,] Marzban tries to assure me, despite looking extremely worried. [If they were to make a move against this fleet, it would be construed as an act of war by the Island Conglomerate and the Folk. Possibly by the Mother Tree as well. They wouldn't dare go that far.]

[Don't they hate all of you guys anyway?]

He hesitates.

[That's somewhat true. Even so, I don't think the Legion is interested in stirring up that kind of trouble right now. With the repeated waves, they're stretched thin and have much bigger fish to fry than some ants on a trade mission.]

He certainly hopes so.

[Where are we heading to this time?] I extend the bridge over to Eran, who is leaning against the railing, glaring at the distant ships. [Because I doubt we can expect a friendly welcome in any of the places left on our list.]

She turns to me with a sigh.

There's something about the way she says it which sends a shiver running over my carapace. They already know. Somehow, someway, the brathians are confident the Colony will be able to resist, at least to some extent, the influence of other monsters.

When did they test us? How did they test us?

But those thoughts aren't what chills me. The demons are resistant because they are, each and every one of them, connected to Arconidem already. The Demon God can dominate them whenever he wants, can drive them to act against their instincts even while locked in the depths of the Dungeon. The Krath may be similar.

Which would mean

I sense the influx of Will from the ants around me, a constant and steady flow of impressions and desires.

Am I doing the same to them? Or am I capable of it? The thought sends a wave of revulsion running through me. I would much rather be a servant of this family than the master of it. I desperately hope my choices haven't put me on a path that gives me a control I don't want to possess.

If the Vestibule and the other attached organs can keep them safe, can keep them free, then that's great. I just hope it stops there.

It takes a few days of extremely quick sailing, but mountain after mountain slides past, and floating islands that rain endless streams of water pass overhead, until we come to a place that doesn't look anything like what we've seen before. In the fourth, a place of endless and vibrant mana of life and light, pretty much everywhere you look is a verdant paradise, except this mountain.

It's a rocky desert. Absolutely dry as a bone.

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