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Chapter 808 - A Revelation
🕑 Added 2021-06-25 11:32:54 +0000 UTCBeyn stared at the notification in front of him in complete shock.
[You have reached level 20.]
[Your current Class: Antmancer, has reached its maximum level. Class evolution is now available. Would you like to evolve your Class?]
Finally! He'd finally done it! After all this time working alongside the ants of the Colony and assisting his brethren in completing their work, it had finally paid off and he was now the first who be given the chance to evolve this sacred Class and see the wonders which lay beyond! O blessed day! O Joyous occasion!
He wanted to run, to leap and shout his joy to the heavens, but he refrained from doing so only with the greatest of effort. He was currently on patrol with a mixed detachment of human and ants, sweeping away the monsters from within a swamp expanse in order to allow the Colony to return their aphid workforce in safety. It was slow, gruelling work and the humans were tired and drained. Even the ants were beginning to flag, their antennae drooping in a tell-tale sign of insect fatigue.
"Something the matter, priest?" one of the nearby human guards asked him, concern plain on the young man's face.
"Not at all," he quickly replied, not wanting to distract anyone in an active combat zone. "Please, focus on your task and I will ensure that my Skill remains active."
Indeed, the presence of the Antmancers meant a great deal to both human and Colony participants in these patrols, the buff it provided to any mixed group was invaluable and allowed even the relatively green guard force from Renewal to perform well above their level so long as there were ants nearby. The ants themselves also enjoyed the buff, though they needed it less, especially when clearing monsters from here in the first stratum. The speed at which they'd been able to sweep through the various expanse' within their territory spoke volumes of the growing strength of the Colony.
"I think we'll be done in here in a few hours," another guard commented to the group, her eyes never leaving the surrounding foliage.
Several of them had been injured by underestimating the plant life around here. Only the intervention of ant healers had saved their lives.
"Another day, another expanse," the first guard chuckled and the others laughed along, if quietly.
"There is much noise from the humans," Beyn detected the pheromones of one of the soldiers, a huge soldier the size of a small building who had been up front. "Is there something the matter?"
He was more or less used to it by now, but when he was suddenly switched from listening to words with his ears, to smelling them with his nose, it was always a struggle to reorient his mind.
"I will check with the antennae'd one." a much smaller mage said.
This was his cue to step forward. The ants had taken to calling the order of Antmancers 'antennae'd ones' since they functionally had antennae, both on their hoods, and in their capacity to smell and interpret the ant's communications.
In short order he felt a mind bridge connect to his own and the ordered thoughts of the mage intrude on his own.
[Human Beyn. It has been noted that your fellow humans have been making noise. Is something the matter? Can we assist?]
By this time, Beyn had become much more accustomed to addressing the holy workers of the Colony, he hardly ever shouted at them anymore. At the first the ants had tolerated it unquestionably, but eventually they'd learned that deafening mental communication was not in fact the natural state of human mind to mind speech. This has caused Beyn no end of embarrassment and he had lashed himself at the failure to properly perform his role until he had managed to master his fervour.
… most of the time.
He made a simple bow as he spoke to the ant mage.
[Honoured worker,] the ants were quite pleased to be referred to as 'worker' no matter the caste. In fact, to address them by any other name, subtly implied that they were not, in fact, workers, which displeased them to no end, [we are simply remarking on how quickly we have progressed on our mission today. It is an unusually large amount of territory to cover in such a short amount of time, by our reckoning.]
The mage tilts her head slightly.
[It is only natural,] she remarks, [when many of us work together, we achieve far more than we could working without support. This is the strength of the collective.]
Beyn felt a wave of emotion roll through him at the ants words. Yes. It was true. This path was so simple for the members of the Colony to walk on, it was their natural mode of life. Whereas others were riven by jealousy and greed, they instead had harmony and peace. He wiped a tear from his eye, this was the truth.
Their estimation of the time needed to complete the task had in fact been too large. In an hour an half, their sweep had been completed. The monsters were dead, the expanse secure, and the ants began to escort their precious aphid cattle into the open space, planting them on the lush Dungeon vegetation and herding them with antennae to ensure the smaller bugs moved to the best and juiciest parts of the plant.
Work complete, Beyn and his human cohorts parted ways with their ant allies and began the trek back to the human barracks that the ants had constructed for them within the territory of the Colony. It was called a barracks, but in reality the furnishings and accommodation were far beyond anything most of them were used to. The comfortable beds, clean, fresh sheets daily and surprisingly delicious tea were one thing, but apparently at some point an ant had taken great fascination with the art of embroidery, creating the most incredible scenes on the rugs. Beyn himself found it incredibly moving to kneel on the artistically represented ant hill on the rug within his own room as he prayed.
Not that he had time for that. Before he could pray, before he could eat, before he could even wash off the muck from his journey, there was a task that had to be fulfilled! He couldn't even bring himself to pause and speak to his brethren, such was his rush to discover what the future had in store for all of them. Once he had confirmed the evolution options for his Class, then he would gather the faithful and speak to them in full!
Breathless, he rushed into his room and slammed shut the door, throwing himself behind the (wonderfully carved) desk as he gathered paper, ink and a quill with his shaking hands. With all at readiness, he gathered his wits and re-opened the menu.
[Your current Class: Antmancer, has reached its maximum level. Class evolution is now available. Would you like to evolve your Class?]
By the Great One! Yes!
[Please select one of the following options:
Antspeaker.
Antbishop.
Antorator.
Antstandardbearer.]
Eager to see what each of the new classes offered, he quickly dismissed the stat gain per level and focused on the unique benefits of each Class.
[Antspeaker: This Class evolution will enhance the passive perception of pheromonal language and allow the Class holder to convert their mana directly into pheromones, enabling direct communication with ant type monsters. A social based Class that will enable the holder to act as the bridge between two peoples. When engaged in conversation between an ant and a sapient, both will be more inclined to look favourably on the other.]
[Antbishop: Your service to the ant is as much religious as it is practical. This Class evolution will enhance the 'United in Purpose' aura Skill and turn it into the 'Fervour of the Faithful' aura Skill. For those that share your faith, the range and benefit provided by the aura will be increased. Be warned, in order to level this Class, it is no longer sufficient to battle alongside ants and people. You must serve alongside ants and believers. An additional Skill will be granted, Ant's Peace, that shall enable you to radiate the selfless nature and hardworking attitude of the ant around you.]
[Antorator: Powerful in both word and deed, the Antorator is a potent motivational speaker, able to persuade and convince people to follow in the path of the ant so long as the insects are present. Speeches given under these conditions will receive large bonuses, allowing you to sway others to your cause. You will become a diplomat, bringing others into the fold of your union with the ant.]
[Antstandardbearer: You have marched alongside the ant and made their battles your own. This Class will give you the tools required to lead your people into a deeper bond of cooperation on the field of battle, carrying the standard of your union. So long as you bear the standard, the effects of your aura will be further enhanced and its range increased. Furthermore, a new Skill 'Rallying Cry' will be gained, that will allow you to raise the morale of both insect and sapient in the heat of battle.]
Comments
Variation
What? How is it not obviously the orator? Did you only read the names and not the descriptions? He was literally born for orator, to give sermons, bishop merely gives a buff but orator converts believers
Aertheron
I think the first other followers will each take one of the other classes
Aertheron
Beyn is definitely getting the anybishop class
Magistrate Urtar Mythstone
Antstandardbearer is what I hope he picks
Anthony Romanov
Antorator will need to go to new communities to preach Holy Antium. While Antbishop will solidify their faith.
Runaway_Cactuar
Even though I liked the other classes better, I'm pulling for antbishop just so I can see the rise of the first Antpope~
Imspinnennetz
Antbishop is the only way to become the pope
Edgar maya
Beyn is gona be OP
Nathan Quitugua
My bet is, hes going for Antorator. Beyn loves giving moving speeches and he has such passion... im certain this will be the way he goes so he can bring further glory to the Colony.
Grant
I wonder what class the priest will pick. So we are seeing an antbishop in the next chapter. Kind of curious how high that class will go, will there be an antpope later in the class chain or something else.
Narasan
Thank you
stubs
i wanna know what he chooses!
Paul S.
I feel like this is going to be a tough choice for Beyn. He probably wants all of them!
ZaneofBane
Antorator sounds terrifying...
Mrs Thatcher
You mean Antastic
Chase Stone
Fantastic.
