Chapter 573 Boul Brimgan’s Confidence

Chapter 573 Boul Brimgan’s Confidence

"I looked away for an instant when the baby disappeared. I swear I'm not lying!" A woman trembled in fear as she was held the neck up by an angry Virala.

"I gave you one job!" He grunted as a tail jutted out of his back and stabbed the stamp growing on its end on the forehead of the woman, causing her to spasm erratically before tangible data appeared around her.

Virala used a Spirit Container cluster to absorb the data and swallowed it, processing the information within it in a matter of seconds, 'There are no traces in her memories!'

The woman had only looked away for an instant before Ruvva disappeared from her vision. Only one could do that, someone with his old set of abilities and armed with the Mystic Nature Weapon of Tunnel, "Gannala!"

Transforming into a Mystic Ewworm, Virala plunged into the ground and drilled multiple paths underneath the house, soon noticing a faint trace that could only be left behind by the Nature Weapon of Tunnel.

'No, the traces are even more minimal than what I could use. Does she also have the power of Subtle Terrain Domination?' Virala was stunned upon confirming that it was Gannala who had stolen his daughter. 'She's making great strides using my power.'

"But you've committed a mistake by taking something that's mine." His eyes glinted in anger as Virala left the place after absorbing all the information in the mind space of the people living in the region, able to further collate his observations through their memories. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

As he travelled, Virala stumbled upon an underground tunnel layered by Mystic Eaers in the hundreds of thousands, littering the place.

A Mystic Eater coiled itself to form a circle by biting upon the end of its tail. Two more Mystic Eaters traversed its centre, like a spoke. The stomach sections coiled around a box, keeping it stable since the two Mystic Eaters forming the spokes were positioned perpendicularly to each other.

The Mystic Eater assuming the shape of a wheel rolled forward, traversing across the tunnel. From time to time, the tails of the Mystic Eaters layering the tunnel slammed into it, giving it momentum.

Thousands of wheels rolled through the tunnel. This was the method Orakha was using to rapidly transport a large volume of goods out of the Brimgan Empire, 'This must be the wealth he had promised Raaha to accumulate in the Brimgan Empire.

Currently at the border of the Brimgan Empire, at the collapsed section of the Lotus Range, the Brimgan Empire and Cooter Clansmen were in a standoff. Representing both sides were Boul Brimgan and Geugeu respectively.

"The Attributed Region is situated within the Brimgan Empire's territory. So, leave!" Boul Brimgan announced the 38 Empyrean Snapper who glared at him from their delta formation.

"All I'm asking for is a share of resources present in the Attributed Region." Geugeu snorted at Boul Brimgan's arrogant tone, "The current Brimgan Empire doesn't have the means to hog the Attributed Region for itself."

"Who says otherwise?" Boul Brimgan said from his vantage point on the peak of an intact section of the Lotus Range, glaring at the head of the 1st Empyrean Tusk that elongated to ensure Geugeu stood at an altitude slightly higher than Boul Brimgan.

It was a display of power and authority, intending to intimidate the Brimgan Empire.

'There's a lot of valuable minerals that I've seen along the way, not to mention more than a dozen Minor Treasure. No way I'm allowing the Brimgan Empire to profit alone.' Geugeu thought. This was his current objective, which was why he waited until the Empyrean Snappers arrived at the scene.

It was the statue of a being that reached a height of 1152 metres, an existence that stood at the pinnacle of Sumatra.

The Brimgan Guardian—Royal Zinger!

"Impossible!" Geugeu exclaimed in shock, "How is a Pranic Beast your guardian?"

"She did live at the Cooter Clan in the past. Don't you remember her name?" Boul Brimgan chuckled.

"Amita...Brimgan?" Geugeu gritted his teeth, realising that the situation became more and more hopeless the longer he remained here. Forget targeting the Brimgan Empire, his Cooter Clansmen were losing morale.

Making a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast their enemy would result in a hopeless situation. To date, the death of two Empyrean Snappers under the hands of the Boar King haunted them. And that happened merely because the Boar King fancied a couple Natures of Subtle Terrain Domination.

What if he targeted the Cooter Clan in the same way he targeted the Mammoth Clan? What if the one targeting them was the Royal Zinger?

The scene of the Boar King rapidly aging while facing the Royal Zinger, an existence that could tank the strongest of his punches. Geugeu shuddered in fear, 'A single one of those punches is enough to kill an Empyrean Snapper. The Royal Zinger tanked thousands of such punches and emerged victorious in that fight.'

"Four hours!" Boul Brimgan announced his ultimatum, pressuring the Cooter Clan further, "If you're not out of my sight by then, I'll consider it to be a war between the Cooter Clan and the Free Human Race!"

Free Human Race!

Boul Brimgan's choice of words thundered across the minds of all Cooter Clansmen. The Brimgan Empire was a Free Human utopia, one of the strongest Empires on Sumatra and one with an existence that casually dated the Cooter Clan's entire existence.

In terms of history, the Cooter Clan was a baby in the fact of the experienced Ancestor that remained strong for a significant time, so significant, even they couldn't pinpoint how many eras the Brimgan Empire stood tall.

Obviously, every single Free Human Kingdom in the vicinity behaved as satellite states of the Brimgan Empire. A command from the Brimgan Empire, and all these Human Kingdoms would spontaneously declare the Cooter Clan as their enemies.

In Sumatra Chronicles, Brandal Brimgan announced a hitlist on the Mammoth Clan, reducing their status from a grand merchant force the Human Kingdoms shuddered at the thought of to a pitiful target that became the punching bag of every single Free Human from the Kingdoms based around the Mammoth Clan's Hundred-Year Path.

If the Cooter Clan were to be labelled as enemies of the Free Human race, then irrespective of how strong they were, they'll eventually kneel under the relentless assault of millions of Free Humans who wished to get into the good books of the Brimgan Empire and obtain support for their respective Kingdoms.

And if Boul Brimgan were to personally make the trip, at least a couple of Empires too would take action. If a Free Human force on the level of an Empire takes action, then Geugeu's life would become no different than a punching bag.

After all, Empires had at least a few Free Humans with Gold Grade strength.

"I..." His eyes were red as Geugeu accepted his defeat, "The Cooter Clan will take their leave."