These heads relentlessly twist and howl, spraying out dark purple pus filled with intense Spirit pollution. Any Slave Creature touched by the pus instantly falls into madness, beginning to indiscriminately attack everything around.
The second Level three Insect Race resembles a moving, perforated mountain of flesh. It doesn't have defined limbs but moves using countless writhing pseudopods at the base of the flesh mountain.
Its huge body is covered in various sized holes, from which tentacles with suction cups shoot out like Lightning, capturing Slave Creatures from afar, dragging them back into the holes to crush and digest. More frighteningly, some of the holes continually hatch explosive corruptive flying wasps, which crash into the Slave Creature Legion like swarms.
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