The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Awakeners

A cryo gun or a cryo bomb.

Duchess Amelia momentarily convinced herself about seeing either of these two.

Yes, that was the only logical explanation for what just happened.

And if not, she was going to have to hallucinate the equipment into existence unless she wanted to drive herself crazy.

After all, mechas normally don’t allow for the use of bloodline abilities as there are no conduction channels for that.

Then she’d just gift herself a telescope once they’re out of there.

Or get her eyes checked.

Or both.

And only then will she use her remaining IQ to process what she allegedly didn’t see.

But for now, they had to figure out how to navigate this changed labyrinth.

She’d been here just earlier. Almost won, while on the brink of death. Though honestly, they would’ve likely died if they had succeeded and attempted to escape.

Imagine exiting directly into space without gear that they’ve lost ages ago?

Certain death.

But that wasn’t exactly so detached from their current uncertainty. And while her body had been healed, she wasn’t the only one—worse, this place even evolved in such a short time.

The walls pulsed, and unlike earlier, where natural rocks lined the place, what she saw before them were densely packed roots that didn’t look half as petrified as she would’ve preferred.

And the others, like Luca, thought they suspiciously looked too much like veins.

"Avoid the walls and those roots as much as possible."

Especially not those pustule-like sacks.

They picked their way through the narrow tunnels and flickering dead ends, but that didn’t last.

The first one came with a split and that sickening wet sound.

Moist, and the poor adjutant winced at the unnerving sequence.

Then another.

And another, as more and more of those sacks began to pulse and twitch.

"!!!"

"What the—?!" Asked Kyle, who looked around for the sudden sources of sounds.

The monsters came fast.

Small, spindly things with too many limbs and sharp, fibrous claws that glistened wetly in the low light.

They weren’t strong individually. But these creatures that look like beasts merged with tree bark came in swarms.

And worse?

They latched onto the mechas the moment they made contact.

Getting rid of those that hadn’t latched shouldn’t have been difficult, but with the tight space, it was more than just a challenge.

"They’re everywhere!" Cece yelped as Gisella sliced down one creature only to have two more latch onto her mech’s arm.

"Careful with the attacks!" Duchess Amelia barked.

"We can’t afford a full clash here! And keep your distance from each other!"

The corridors were too cramped.

Every swing of a weapon risked hitting the walls—or worse, bursting another incubation sack.

Kyle gritted his teeth, trying to use minimal thruster bursts to dislodge the monsters while avoiding the pulsing walls.

But it was getting worse.

The creatures moved in droves, slippery and fast, overwhelming even their coordinated formation.

OH.