Chapter 805: Look At My Face

Chapter 805: Look At My Face



Rathlana Turf! Blessed Node!

Seated on the Major Treasure of Turnip was the Quip Guardian, Root. He stared up and smiled upon seeing the figure of Inala appear, carrying a large group of Biome Bombs, "So, those are what I'm supposed to feed on."

"Have fun with the feast," Inala said and dropped all the Boar Kings and Empyrean Boars that he had captured. None of them were killed. After all, a body of each of them had been left behind at the Varahan Empire. Only the extra bodies were brought here.

Inala didn't want to destroy the Wean Clan, for he wanted them to engage in an endless conflict against the Varahan Empire. Therefore, he only reduced them to the Body Stage.

"Hahaha!" Root laughed as tendrils of Prana jutted out of the Major Treasure of Turnip and split across the sky like a fibrous root system and stabbed into the bodies of the falling Wean Clansmen.

"Dammit!" Brana cursed as a tendril of Prana stabbed into his stomach. He wanted to retaliate, but couldn't. Inala had stripped everyone dry of Prana. His only option remaining was to combust his muscles to generate Prana.

He couldn't even consume his other bodies to rapidly recover Prana, for Inala had smartly placed them out of reach of each other. A moment's thought later, Brana's muscles shrunk as Prana surged in his being.

However, before he could do anything, all the Prana was absorbed by a Biome Bomb that sprouted out of his back, "When did that get here?"

Brana remained unaware of the Palm Stitch that had been imprinted on his back, one containing the power of a Biome Bomb. So, the moment any traces of Prana appear in his body, the Palm Stitch would absorb it and begin condensing a Biome Bomb, which would take care of the rest.

"What?"

"I can't activate my Natures!"

"Help!"

"Screw you, Inala!"

There was a variety of reactions from the Wean Clansmen as they were consumed by the Major Treasure of Turnip one after another. Moreover, right as they were about to be consumed, Prana and Lifespan surged into them, bringing them to peak capacity.

This way, the Major Treasure of Turnip was obtaining the highest concentration of resources per body possible.

"Hm...hmmm!" Root hummed a tune as Tangible Zinger Aristocrats began to appear in his Zinger World one after another. Their cultivation too breezed through the Life Stage as even a regular Wean Clansman was a Gold Grade existence.

And every time he consumed a Boar King body, a Tangible Zinger Aristocrat gained at least six bodies, "The efficiency is insane!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With Inala present to keep the Wean Clansmen suppressed, everyone was killed within two minutes. Root stared at Inala to smile, "Thank you for the meal! That was amazing!"

"But, was that everything?" Root pouted, "Shouldn't there be a larger number of Empyrean Boars?"

"I'll be bringing them later." Inala pointed at the corpses littering the place, "Focus on consuming them all in the meantime."

"The main course is yet to arrive."

"I'll be waiting hungrily!" Root whistled as Inala vanished from the sky. His gaze then fell on the corpses around him as he licked his lips, "I'll cultivate my Tangible Zinger Aristocrats to the limit. I still need to practice using them so that I can be prepared to fight the Celestial Boar."

Inala returned to the Capital City of the Varahan Empire, Narkn and nodded at Blola, signalling that all the bodies that he had transported away had been killed. This meant that Blola would be killing the Boar Kings he consumes, allowing him to revive them shortly after.

'A lot of things I've created here are useless now, since you're not here to witness them, Brangara.' Inala let out a sigh as he looked around Narkn, 'But no matter. There's more where they came from. You'll hate me and only me by the time I'm done with you.'

While Blola began to consume the Boar Kings one after another, Inala approached Barla and smiled at the latter, "I believe this is the first time we're talking."

"I...have nothing to say to you," Barla grunted in resignation. She was currently an old woman now, deprived of all her Prana. But even if she wanted to do something, she couldn't, for standing beside her in all seriousness was Boul Brimgan, having used Spirit Container Seal on

her.

"You sure you don't have any last words to convey to Brangara?" Inala extended his hand and gently patted Barla, following which he pulled her hair with a bit of force, "That's pretty arrogant of you, don't you think?"

"You will regret this, Inala." Barla was afraid, but her eyes shone fiercely, "Dad will destroy you. The more you make him angry, the stronger he'll become. Irrespective of how strong you become, you'll be nothing before him!"

She snapped, chuckling as she scanned him from top to bottom, "You're at the 10-Life Stage, huh? But too bad. Even at your peak, I can clearly sense that you're barely a match for my dad when he was at the 3-Life Stage."

Empyrean Boar King, travelling with undiminished velocity as it opened its mouth and made a repeated chomping motion as it punctured through the heads of all the Boar Kings in a

straight line.

"Sis...ter..." Brana was the last in the line, his body collapsing to the side weakly as the monstrous bullet punctured through his head finally, the pulses of shock it released along the way mushed his brain and caused brainmatter to gush out of his orifices.

With a soft plop, all 83 Boar Kings fell to the floor, lifeless. Barla didn't realise it, but 82 of the

Boar Kings were already dead. They had been revived by Blola and placed here for dramatic effect. Only the Boar King at the start of the line was alive and hadn't been consumed by Blola.

And right as he died, the rule of the race took effect. As the last Boar King that was alive, a

formless power surged within Barla and resulted in such a spike in power that the Spirit Container Seal shattered.

"CURSE YOU...BASTARDS! CURSE YOU! I'll...kill...KILL YOU!" The sheer burst of presence emanating from her resulted in a gale, propping her body up as Barla glared at the figure of Virala.

Boar King!

Shockwaves erupted out of her body as dozens of Empyrean Boar Aurora manifested within

the Attributed Region cube. Skin popped like balloons while her hair sprouted like a mane, covering her head, and shoulders, and reaching all the way to her ankles.

Crackling sounds erupted like thunderclaps as the spike in presence manifested, causing

ripples to form in the Attributed Region. The moment the transformation began, Inala vanished, as if he wasn't involved with whatever was happening.

Instead, the only other individual standing within the Attributed Region cube was Virala, in Brangara's appearance. 'Guess it's my turn now.'

Mutated Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast-Empyrean Boar King!

"I...will clobber the lot of you!" Barla roared as veins popped on her muscles. She was already

at the 10-Life Stage. And now, after becoming the Empyrean Boar King, her Life Stage stack stabilised.

'She doesn't have Internal Inertial Gravity, but she's at the 10-Life Stage. So, that means she now embodies a portion of strength that Brangara wielded towards the end of Sumatra Chronicles.' His hair fluttered from the shockwaves as Virala was in a state of glee, 'Seriously,

how did a 2-Life Stage Resha see this and decide to fight it, irrespective of the outcome in

Sumatra Chronicles?'

Boom!

His thoughts were broken as a punch connected with his face, sending him crashing into the

walls of the Attributed Region. His face dented from the impact as Virala landed on the ground, thinking as Barla flickered before him spontaneously, 'Let's focus. Otherwise, she'll really kill me.'

"Come at me," Tratham armour covered him as a powerful force erupted out of him, slowing

Barla's punch as he sidestepped, grabbed her extended hand and elbowed her on the jaw, "My

daughter."

"BASTARD! DON'T ACT LIKE MY FATHER!" Barla raged even further upon hearing Virala's words, "You're Virala!"

"Are you...sure?" Virala flew into the walls once again after taking a punch. The armour

covering his face shattered as he stared at the woman who lunged at him, "Look at my face while you hit me."

"Now," He uttered as a fist landed on his face and cracked the skull, caving into him, "Who

am I?"