Chapter 813: Welcome To Your Grave

Chapter 813: Welcome To Your Grave



Secondary Nature-Perfect Biome Domination!

By relying on it, Inala used the Biome Bomb surrounding him to camouflage him into the surroundings. Brangara was too far away from his location, implying only sight could be used to detect his position, which was all he focused on.

Once he had communicated with the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Zinger, he vanished along with the Biome Bomb, returning to Grehha's dungeon to say excitedly, "I figured out the Minor Treasures Brangara is bringing to the fight."

"It's pretty scary," He said and revealed the list, watching Grehha take in the details slowly. "What do you think?"

"To a certain extent, we had expected something like this to happen, right?" Grehha nodded and muttered, "I guess, the most dangerous of them all would be the Death Knell's power."

"Yeah," Inala expressed his worry, "Even though the activation requirements are strenuous even for Brangara, if he ever feels like he's on the verge of death, he'd use it without hesitation. And unfortunately, we cannot rely on our Life Stage bodies to tank that power. It'll hit the very essence of our being."

"Suppose you were hit by it, will its effect remain even after you're reborn in the Quip Clan many decades later?" Grehha asked after a few seconds of silence.

"I am not sure," Inala shook his head, "Only Brangara knows the full extent of its power. The Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Zinger only has information according to what it had interacted with in the Astral World."

"It'll be hard to prepare for it, especially since we have no idea how it'll function," Grehha muttered. The Death Knell's power worked by soundwaves, which was possible to guard against once one was prepared.

However, that was for the Pranic Beast version of the Death Knell, and not its Minor Treasure variant. And even if it functioned using soundwaves, during the height of battle, it wouldn't be possible to maintain methods to guard against sound alone.

After all, only at the moment when they slip up would Brangara unleash it. Moreover, in the name of guarding against it, they would constantly have to set aside a portion of their strength and focus, which would be detrimental during their fight.

"Try to think of a plan for the time being and convey your thoughts to the rest through Pet." Inala said and vanished, "In the meantime, I'll be tailing Brangara."

Inala appeared next to a Quip Zinger in one of their outposts and left behind a Biome Bomb that had a terrain within to constantly maintain a state of Flight. When needed, he would return here. It was one of the thousands of places he had marked with checkpoints of flight.

If not for the fact that he was recently maintaining himself consistently at the Mystic Grade, Inala wouldn't have dared attempt such an action. After all, every single region with flight prickled his skin thanks to the Major Treasure of Flight.

Only thanks to his Mystic Grade brain could he casually handle such a load while going through all his tasks without a drop in efficiency. As he was currently using the power of the Major Treasure of Flight, Inala was invisible to all living beings.

He took flight and unfurled his wings after assuming Royal Zinger form, flapping them from time to time as he glided towards the figure of Brangara.

Just to be on the safer side, he maintained a distance of over 20 kilometres from Brangara, just beyond the range of Kinesis Beyblade. He then peered forward, noticing a human form of an Empyrean Zinger running across the water surface of a river 55 kilometres from Brangara.

If he wanted, he could throw a Biome Bomb towards the running figure, make its interior assume a state of flight and appear beside it to vanish with the figure. However, doing that would prematurely reveal his cards, 'That's too risky. There's around two months left for the Third Major Disaster to start.'

'And that implies two months for her to think of a plan of resistance or even a counter.' Inala thought as he stared at Yarsha Zahara, 'Even if she has been reduced to a mere Major Treasure and isn't as dangerous as before, she's still Yarsha Zahara. And with Harla Brimgan's Minor Treasures, she's way stronger than before, especially since...'

"Shit," Inala frowned upon noticing Yarsha Zahara's body tremble all of a sudden as she stared in his direction, full of confusion. Of course, due to the power of the Major Treasure of Flight, unless Inala were to interact with anything, he would be invisible to all beings.

But that was at present. When he used his authority to reclaim control over the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Zinger and gave it a set of instructions, he had revealed himself. Even though he was fully shielded by a Biome Bomb all along, that didn't mean a certain fear that transcended conventional means could be avoided.

Currently, Yarsha Zahara was trembling in fear, even though it was only for a short few seconds. And even if she felt fear in the direction of Inala, she couldn't perceive the latter.

However, the fact that she displayed such a reaction told Inala everything he needed to know. After all, only one race on Sumatra feared the Royal Zinger.

The Mudroppers!

Mudroppers created the Sandy-Grey Void and lived there. The Royal Zinger, on the other hand, could casually control the Sandy-Grey Void.

Even though Inala could only control the grey sand in his Biome Bomb, he would only have to pour it onto an external Sandy-Grey Void and watch the two wrestle for control. And as his grey sand proliferates, so does the control capacity of his Secondary Nature.

Basically, if he so wishes, he could destroy the Mudropper Race by gaining dominance over their very homes, which was the reason Maroppa feared Inala.

'She has fused her Major Treasure self into Maroppa's body and is controlling the latter through it.' Inala understood the situation as his eyes narrowed further, 'It's unfortunate, but if I can't find any other alternatives, I'll be forced to kill her.'

'The Mudropper's power is too dangerous to leave in the hands of Yarsha Zahara.'

Gannala and Harrala had equipped themselves onto the body of an Empyrean Zinger in human form who was rushing towards the Kalahatra Desert. Leading upon their route, intending to join them in a couple of days were the duo of Yennda and Yahard Tusk.

Trailing after them were the duo of Brangara and Yarsha Zahara while observing from the sidelines was the new Blola.

Finally, analysing everything while keeping a calm distance was Inala, intending to intervene only if Gannala were to come into harm's way, 'Hopefully, she can keep this pace until she reaches Kalahatra Desert. I'll bring her to safety immediately after that.'

"I'll be waiting, Uncle Inala." Ruvva waved her hand and watched Inala vanish from her sight.

...

"Hah...haaah...gaaah!" The Empyrean Zinger in human form gasped in utter exhaustion, his limbs heavy as he ran through an arid piece of land before eventually stumbling into a desert. Immediately in response, two Nature Weapons jumped out and reverted to human forms.

"Quick," Gannala urged as she turned the Empyrean Zinger into a Nature Weapon and stored

it while taking out another.

"Yes!" Harrala spat out a sphere of bone that shattered to reveal Yahard Tusk and Yennda,

fully armed for a fight.

Boom!

Thunderously landing a kilometre away was an 800-metre-tall bipedal creature, brimming

with ravenous hunger.

Expert Mystic Grade Pranic Beast-Celestial Boar!

"That was a long enough chase, Gannala!" The Celestial Boar let out a cackle, "You've been on

the run for almost two months."

"And," The Celestial Boar noticed a faint sandstorm heading his way from far, far away,

"You've brought me to the right place at the right time. After feasting upon you as an appetiser, I'll go ahead and destroy the Mystic Paths!"

Shriek!

One after another, Zinger Shrieks resounded across the region as one after another, Quip

Zingers had launched themselves into the sky. No, it was unknown how or from where they

had been launched, but by the time Brangara heard the shriek, the Quip Zingers were already

blotting the sky.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Yarsha Zahara fell to her knees, trembling fiercely as if she had fits,

stunning Brangara.

His eyes shot to the two Empyrean Tusks before him, blinking for a moment in confusion as

the number of individuals had increased by one suddenly, with no rhyme or reason, not

registering in any of his Prana detection means.

"What the...?" Rage fuelled into his expression as the group standing before him had vanished, 'I swear I saw Inala a moment ago. Where are they now?'

"Welcome!" While Brangara looked around in a fluster, a distinctly familiar voice resounded

in the region, prompting him to stare in the respective direction to see his mirror reflection

staring back at him.

"Virala...!" Brangara focused upon the individual standing two kilometres away, alone in the

desert.

"All of us have come to a general consensus that the Kalahatra Desert will perfectly serve as

your grave. So," Virala performed a formal bow, "Welcome to your grave."

"I've taken ample care to customise it to your preferences."