End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347 Transportation

The storehouse satconsiderable distance from where they’d parked their vehicles.

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Walking there with empty hands had already taken everything they had. Now they were supposed to haul grain back and forth, trip after agonizing trip.

That would absolutely finish them off.

Ella had ten sacks balanced on her left shoulder, ten on her right, and one gripped in each hand. She moved like the ground itself was afraid of her.

Every jaw in the vicinity dropped at the sight of that slight, seemingly fragile girl carrying enough weight to buckle a loading dock.

Every strength–type ability user present felt the sharp, humbling sting of inadequacy in that moment.

“We need to move the grain,” Robin said, watching the sea of grim, anxious faces with a crafty smile pulling at her lips. “Is it really that hopeless?”

She gave Vivian a light pat on the head. Vivian put two fingers to her lips and whistled. A moment later, a dense, skittering rustle rose from deep inside the storehouse, the kind of sound that crawled across the skin and raised every hair on a person’s body.

Giant spiders emerged one after another, each one moving on eight long, bristled legs, spilling out of the storehouse with an almost casual, unhurried weight.

The instant everyone saw those spiders, the pure animal terror from the night before came crashing back, and a collective involuntary step backward rippled through the crowd.

But the spiders didn’t spare them a single glance. They lined themselves up in front of Vivian with eerie precision and lowered their enormous bodies in total, docile submission.

Everyone stared in a state of stunned, speechless disbelief.

Vivian lifted her chin with unmistakable pride and jabbed a finger at one of the nearby men. “You. Bring the grain over and load it onto their backs.”

The crowd understood all at once.

They were going to use the giant spiders as free transport.

My God.

This is crazy.

The smallest of the creatures stood well over three feet tall. The largest, barring the leader, cleared 15 feet at the shoulder. They numbered in the dozens, and they moved fast. Using them to haul supplies was almost laughably effortless.

‘s eyes lit up with barely contained excitement. “Stop standing there! Move the grain!”

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These were the same creatures that had been pounding them into the ground just the night before, and now they were pack animals. The Tyrant Base soldiers felt something beyond fear swell up in their chests. It was the electric, dizzying rush of power shifting hands.

That kind of excitement had a way of making people forget their place.

“Hey, can you get lower? I can’t reach you up there!” a man snapped.

He had a sack of grain pinned to one shoulder and was straining to heave it up onto the back of the spider in front of him.

The creature stood well over six feet tall, and the man was not. He’d been struggling and failing for a while now, and his temper had finally run out.

Vivian’s expression went cold and flat.

The spider itself was even less gracious about it. Its cluster of eyes began to gleam with a pale, unsettling light, and it fixed its unblinking stare on the man without lowering itself even an inch.

The man felt the unse crawl up his spine, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “I said lower your…”

He never finished the sentence. The spider reared up without warning, and a thick rope of webbing shot out with the force of a fire hose, wrapping him from shoulders to ankles in a matter of seconds. He stood there cocooned like a human–shaped silkworm, completely immobilized.

Dead silence fell over the entire group. Nobody breathed. Fortunately, the spider seemed to have held back, because the man was bound and nothing more.

Vivian’s mood had soured visibly. “Who exactly do you think you are, ordering my friend around?”

These spiders extended their cooperation to Vivian. That didn’t mean for one second that they’d tolerate anyone else’s disrespect.

“Everyone, please be respectful toward our friends,” Robin said, her smile pleasantly neutral and her eyes anything but.

“Their tempers aren’t exactly forgiving, as you’ve all witnessed.”

The crowd responded in a fast, overlapping chorus of agreement.

Every last scrap of smugness evaporated on the spot.

The soldiers from the other bases watched the Tyrant Base group with barely concealed envy burning hot behind their eyes.

Tyrant Base was simply unconscionably well–resourced.

Elite fighters were one thing, but abilities this rare and this devastating were another matter entirely.

Jack’s gaze sharpened with barely leashed calculation.

He thought back to what Artemisia had mentioned before, about extracting DNA from these giant spiders, or recruiting Vivian and her people to Vernon Base to build an army unlike anything the wasteland had

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