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Chapter 1416: The Legion Deploys

Commander Chyron was not enjoying her time. The Legion had tasked her with destroying a potential Ancient, a monster subject to the call, and she had pursued it to the best of her ability. Only now she found herself locked in a fortress surrounded by millions of monsters during a wave. 

Not only could she not attack the target she had been given without ensuring the death of her entire Legion, the blasted creature was growing stronger by the day! Every inspection of the blasted monster's core showed it was gaining blasted Levels at a steady blasted pace, fighting against the boundless horrors of the fifth.

Meanwhile, her own people were sitting on their hands doing drills.

In truth, Chyron had long ago given up on achieving her mission. Without some catastrophic blunder on the part of the ants, the odds of successfully attacking the beast were abysmal. No, she would do her duty and shadow the monster all the way to the sixth, at which point it would become someone else's problem. 

Still, it was frustrating. Chyron and her Legion were more than enough to destroy a tier seven mythic monster under normal circumstances, but this one happened to be surrounded by tens of thousands of other monsters at any given moment. 

[The general is available to speak to you now,] a voice rang out in the Commander's head, and she pushed off the wall, scowling.

Solant was busy, of course she was, but Chyron couldn't help but feel irritated. It wasn't the ant's fault, but her general foul mood was making every minor hindrance stoke her temper.

Chyron caught herself as she was walking through the door, wondering what she was thinking. Since when did she care if anything was the blasted ant's fault or not? What these monsters thought of her was no concern of Chyron's.

Inside the chamber, she found the ant general seated on one of the strange ant chairs, munching away on something. The Commander expected it to be a cake slice or some other delicacy, washed down with a refreshing cup of tea. The ants did like their sweets and tea, after all.

To her displeasure, she realised Solant was chewing on Biomass, mincing the material with her mandibles before bringing her head over the food to get a mouthful. 

Reminding me what you are. As if I would ever forget.

Nothing the general did was ever an accident or coincidence. She wanted Chyron to see her like this, behaving as a monster should.

In short order, their minds were connected, and the Commander wasted no time.

[I want my people in the fight. What are your conditions?]

[We don't need you in the fight,] Solant replied coldly. [Your information has proven to be useful, but we are quite capable of defending the fortress on our own.]

[I didn't say you weren't able to. I said I want my people in the fight.]

The general munched another mouthful, her large, many-faceted eyes focused on her guest. What was it like, to view the world that way, the Legionary wondered. Not just to see the world broken into a thousand shards, one for each lens, but as a monster, where almost everything on Pangera was just food to make you stronger.

One day, the Colony would turn on their allies, driven by hunger and a will so much greater than their own. Chyron was as certain of it as she was her own name.

[Are your people prepared to fight alongside monsters? Alongside those who are loyal to the Colony?] Solant asked. [I doubt your single Legion would be able to hold a platform on your own.]

Chyron bared her teeth.

[Want to bet?]

The men and women in her Legion were as tough as abyssal steel and twice as deadly. The fifth held no fear for her.

[Really? You are willing to hold a platform by yourselves? For how long?]

[Indefinitely,] Chyron stated without hesitation. [We don't need to be relieved.]

[With only five thousand combatants? How will you rotate out your fatigued soldiers? I'm sure you're aware that the onslaught never stops out there.]

Solant didn't sound doubtful, only coolly polite as she continued her meal. Chyron narrowed her eyes.

[We are the Deep Legion,] she stated simply. 

Solant waited for more words from the woman, but when none came, she simply nodded. It was time to measure the worth of this Legion. They would be her opponent in the future, of that she was sure. She should learn what she could while she had the chance. Preparation was nine-tenths of victory, after all.

[We will provide medical support, along with a battalion of reserves. This is non-negotiable,] she said, cutting off the Commander before she could speak. [Should a single platform fall, the entire fortress will be compromised.]

[How many in a battalion?]

[Ten thousand. Ants and support militia. Will that be a problem?]

Chyron chewed on it for a moment.

[No,] she declared finally. [As long as they follow orders.]

[I can guarantee that.]

[Then we have a deal. Where do you want me to deploy and when?]

[Now,] Solant said. 

She made no gesture, but another ant stepped into the room in that moment, a folder gripped neatly in its mandibles. 

[Here are the details of your deployment. Your Legion will need to shift their billets to the chambers indicated in the documents. You have twelve hours to prepare yourselves before the troops on that platform rotate off. I look forward to seeing what you can do.]

As if Chyron didn't realise what the ant was doing.

[Enjoy the show,] was all she said before turning on her heel and striding from the room.

Mana burned in her veins. She needed a good fight.

 

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    Chapter 1417 (1529) - The Legion Takes the Stage

    [Where the heck have you been, Morrelia?] Anthony demanded when there was finally a small break in the fighting.

    The effects of the berserker rage still lingered in the form of a trembling in her limbs, but she welcomed the momentary weakness that came with the fading rage. Her mind was once again wholly her own, and Morrelia grinned up at the giant ant.

    [I’ve been sitting on my hands doing drills and cleaning gear.]

    [Seems like a bit of a waste,] he mentally snorted. [Didn’t you know there was a wave going on?]

    [Tell that to Solant, she’s the one who didn’t want us to go and fight.]

    [What?! What sort of waste is that? Hang on a second.]

    He clacks his gigantic, horse-sized mandibles a few times.

    [Yep, you guys are getting deployed. I figured something had to be up, no way she would waste resources.]

    Morrelia stared blankly for a moment, slipping her twin blades back into their sheaths.

    [What do you mean? We’re getting deployed now?]

    [Yep. Right now. All I had to do was put in a good word. Solant is always happy to take my suggestions, she’s a smart little hatchling, just needs a bit of guidance every now and again.]

    Somehow, she didn’t think that the relationship was quite as Anthony was imagining it. Nevertheless, she couldn’t sit around if her troops were going into battle.

    [I’d better get back there!] she said, preparing to turn and run back to the fortress. [Can you tell Isaac thanks for me? I didn’t get a chance to tell him myself before jumping into the fight.]

    [I’ll tell him, he’s over there somewhere with the militia.]

    She followed his pointed antenna for a moment and saw that Isaac was indeed out there, commanding the human militia in the thick of the battle, roaring and wielding his spear with skill and grace.

    [I always thought he was a bit of a coward,] she told Anthony. [Looks like I was wrong.]

    [A coward? Isaac? He’s too dumb to be a coward. Now get going. Tell your Commander she smells.]

    [I won’t.]

    [Spoilsport.]

    With barely a chance to wipe the acid off her armour, Morrelia was off. When she arrived back at the Legion camp, sweating from the exertion, she found the place in an uproar.

    In the midst of the ordered chaos, Commander Chyron stood, glaring at her with the heat of a Deep Lava Elemental.

    “Nice of you to join us, Tribune,” the old woman grated. “I hope you enjoyed your leave. It’s the last you’re going to get for quite some time.”

    “Yes, Commander. Of course, Commander,” Morrelia snapped out a quick salute for good measure, though she doubted it would help soothe Chyron’s temper.

    Still breathing heavily after her run, Morrelia threw herself into the camp, hunting down her officers and trying to get a handle on the situation. Joshen, despite being furiously busy himself, couldn’t help but take a moment to mock her.

    “You chose an interesting moment to have a meal with your gentleman friend.”

    “I was fighting on a platform alongside the target an hour ago. What have you achieved today?” she shot back.

    “Not pissing off the Commander,” he replied with a sly smile.

    As much as she would have liked to argue about that, he wasn’t wrong. Still, Morrelia didn’t consider her time wasted, and with her well-drilled and practised officers and soldiers, she was able to get everything moving as it should in relatively short order.

    Which was good, it wasn’t long until the Legion was marching through the fortress, their banners held high and supply wagons creaking along behind them. In a display of typical ant efficiency, the Colony had already blocked off a wide section of tunnel to allow the Legion smooth transit through the network.

    Well, they blocked off the ground level, the upper levels were still filled with ants.

    It was a strange and surreal moment for Morrelia. She was proud to be marching along with her Legion, but in the heart of the ant fortress, it felt strange to feel so… defensive. Her fellow soldiers moved as if they expected a surprise attack at any moment, watching every ant overhead with a cynical eye.

    For their part, the ants didn’t pay much mind to the marching Legionaries below. They had places to go and things to do, there wasn’t time to stand about gawking.

    When they arrived at their destination, things didn’t slow down. The troops needed to be billeted in their new chambers, and it was immediately suspicious just how well-prepared the accommodations were. If Anthony had only managed to persuade Solant to allow them to deploy a few hours ago, then why were there thousands of rooms and beds prepared so close to the platform?

    As she’d suspected, the ‘Eldest’ hadn’t been the one to deploy the Legion here; it had clearly been planned for a long time. She pointed this out to Chyron, who only nodded before ordering her back to her duties. After another half-hour of ensuring the gear was properly stowed and all the thousand small logistical tasks were properly dealt with, she was summoned back to the command tent to find all the officers in attendance.

    She shot Joshen a questioning glance, but he merely shrugged. Chyron, of course, picked up on the gesture.

    “I’ll tell you why you’re here, Tribune, since you’re the last to arrive,” she said.

    “Apologies, Commander,” Morrelia said, crashing her fist to her chest in a swift salute. “I was seeing to our arrangements in the barracks.”

    “We have a brief tactical meeting with the ant general in charge of this platform, along with the general in charge of our support militia. They should be here shortly.”

    The officers settled in around the table to discuss their upcoming assignment and possible formations to use on the platform. It was clear that they were hungering for the challenge, a chance to fight back against the Dungeon. They hadn’t braved the baptism and risked their lives to sit on their hands. The Legion wanted to fight.

    After some time had passed, an ant general scuttled in with a mage interpreter, escorted by Legionaries on their flanks. After some negotiation, it was arranged for a Legion mage to act as a relay, passing their words onto the officers, and the mental connections were made.

    [Despite your deployment, I’m still the ant in charge of overseeing this platform,” the general told them. “I don’t have any interest in messing with your tactics or telling you how to do your jobs, just like you have no interest in taking orders from a monster. I only have one demand: if you need help, ask for it. If I think you need help, but haven’t asked for it, I’ll provide it anyway. Can you live with that?]

    The ant general was the no-nonsense type, and Morrelia could see that Chyron appreciated the direct language, even if she didn’t like having to listen to a monster.

    They discussed other matters regarding the platform until the general saw herself out, satisfied they had come to an understanding. At that point, the general in charge of the reserve militia arrived.

    It wasn’t always easy to tell one ant apart from another, particularly when they belonged to the same caste. However, Morrelia was fairly certain she recognised this one.

    Solant?

    [Looking forward to working with you,] the little general stated.
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