Chapter 821: A Boar Family Drama

Chapter 821: A Boar Family Drama



"Father...why?" Brana screamed in despair, "Why did you kill them all? They were the hope of our Clan!"

"Brother Yamahara worked incredibly hard to elevate them into Boar Kings." Powerless, he slopped to the ground, chuckling in helplessness, "I had rushed here with all my might to stop Virala, only to see my respected Father being the one squishing everyone like bugs."

"That...my son..." Brangara intended to make an excuse, but words failed to come out of his mouth, "They were trying to become the Empyrean Boar King. So...I..."

"It's alright, Father," Brana said and slowly got up, his voice choking as he wiped the tears off his face. As a dozen chains approached his position, he used the skill of Prana Flash to avoid them and slowly clenched his hands into fists before raising them.

"Don't do this...son." His eyes were red in regret as Brangara shook his head slowly, understanding exactly what Brana was getting at, "You don't have to do this."

"You might have created the Wean Clan, but who do you think actually birthed the Wean Clansmen?" Brana uttered as his fists trembled, "A quarter of the Boar Kings that you squished just now were..."

"My children."

"My son..." Brangara tried to speak but felt words failing to form in his mouth.

"Raise your fists, Father." Brana uttered as his voice gradually hardened, "I will avenge my kids, even if it's against you."

"We are family!" Brangara said, controlling his urge to cry upon seeing Brana ready to fight him to the death, "I don't want to kill my Son!"

"But you readily squished my son." Prana surged out of his being as Brana's presence continued to build up to its zenith, displaying what a Boar King was actually capable of.

"What...what is happening?" Baga arrived right at that moment, stunned to see Brana in a standoff against Brangara, "Brother, why are you glaring at Father like that?"

"He...killed them all." Brana muttered, "It wasn't Virala."

"The culprit was our Father all along."

"That's...impossible!" Baga shouted in a fluster as he swerved to face Brangara, "Tell me that isn't true, please!"

"W-Where are the Boar Kings? They are just away, right?" Baga stared at the blood dripping down the fists of the Celestial Boar and mashed flesh paste littering the ground, "Right? Please, tell me this is a lie!"

"Virala...! Right, he must have ambushed us! That bastard is very well capable of such shit!" Baga muttered as he clutched his head, "Father...tell me. It was Virala, right?"

"My son..." Brangara felt suffocated, stressed to see his sons in pain, 'If only Yarsha was here, she could have placated them better. I feel everything I do will only make things worse.'

"Please...please deny it, even if it's true." His body trembled as blood dripped out of his nose as Baga clutched his head with greater force, "Otherwise, this...this is too cruel to be true. Let...let me just hate Virala."

He stared at Brangara, "Please! Say you didn't do it, DAMN IT!"

"Brother, get up." Brana uttered as he glared at Baga, "No matter how much you wish to deny, the reality is cruel."

"You're staring at the man who murdered our kids!"

"Is that true?" Braga, the last of the trio of brothers arrived, immediately grasping the situation as he clenched his hands into a fist and raised them in Brangara's direction, "Why did you do it, Father?"

"They were eating each other, dammit!" Brangara bellowed in rageful regret, "They didn't listen to me, no matter what. They assumed I was Virala and no matter what I did, I couldn't clear up their misunderstanding. In the end, they began eating each other up!"

"I had no other choice!" Brangara huffed sharply, "Death is a better alternative than the birth of another vengeful Empyrean Boar King."

"This is a nightmare." Baga cried while Brana glared at Brangara while shedding tears.

Braga's expression straight up turned into one of peace, praying softly as he stared at Brangara, "I know this will be nothing other than us three charging into our deaths. But, it's the price we have to pay for being useless Fathers."

"From one useless Father to another, let's end it here." Baga uttered as he raised his hands and assumed a fighting stance, "Give me a chance to avenge my children!"

"No..." Brangara collapsed to the ground, lowering the strength of the air barrier erected by Subtle Terrain Domination, "I can't fight against my sons! No, I can't! I will not!"

"Actions have consequences. You taught me that, Father." Braga's eyes focused as his presence began to build up, "I am just upholding myself with the values you've instilled into me. Even if it means I'll be dying today, it's justified."

"After all, I failed to avenge the death of my kids!"

The sound of bone being chewed resounded strongly, causing Brangara to flinch instinctively.

He raised his head in fear, watching Brana crunching upon the head of Baga, followed by Braga. "No!"

"I will force you to fight me, father." Brana uttered, "Either by the same reason that forced

you to kill the other Boar Kings or by gaining enough strength to hurt you..."

"As the Empyrean Boar King."

"That will never happen!" Brangara got up as his figure flickered forth, cleanly severing the

heads of the trio as he arrived at a stop twenty metres behind them. His figure flickered seven more times, targeting the bodies of the trio right as they appeared next to their corpses.

He severed the trio at the same time, ensuring no Boar King was alive towards the end, for that would achieve the condition necessary to turn them into the Empyrean Boar King.

"Ha....hahaha...this is indeed a nightmare!" Brangara roared in laughter, his expression one of happiness, one of sadness, one of terror, one of grief, one of confusion, one of peace...

His emotional quotient had shattered as he hugged the severed heads of his three sons, "In

the end, I brought upon their tragedy."

"I have a question," Not even giving him a moment to grieve, a Mystic Ewworm popped out of the ground and uttered sarcastically while it mockingly wagged its ugly mouth before his face, "Throughout all your family drama, you forgot a small, almost continental-size fact."

"You killed the Boar Kings instantly to avoid birthing the Empyrean Boar King. However, isn't there still one Boar King alive?"

"What?" His lips quivered as Brangara stared at the Mystic Ewworm dumbfounded. And then,

as if enacting the most gruesome of sordid fates, one even the devil would shy away from creating, came a dust cloud.

It was approaching him at hypersonic speeds, significantly faster than what Brangara could currently achieve. And even before it was evident on the horizon, a brutally suffocating presence slammed into him like a tsunami, powerful enough even the hairs on his body stood on end, alerting all his senses.

His survival instincts were kicked in as all his Tangible Natures revved up. However, Brangara

only felt an urge to die. After all, he understood the gravest of mistakes he had committed. It

was a math problem.

There was one more Boar King child of his that was alive, the oldest in fact. And now, the condition had been achieved. "This...haha...is...hehe...hehehehe...a...NIGHTMARE!"

Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast-Empyrean Boar King!

And rushing towards him, with tears streaming out of her eyes was none other than his oldest

daughter, Barla. Emanating from her was a presence significantly stronger than what he was touted to possess by the climax of Sumatra Chronicles.

With a 10-Life Stage cultivation, Barla rapidly closed in on him, "I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!"

Even if he wanted to accept his death, his survival instincts overpowered him. Prana circulated through his body spontaneously as his heart pumped the blood faster. Over a dozen Tangible Nature Minor Treasures were activated in his Astral World, as even without his will, his body was preparing itself to face Barla, without holding back, ready to go in for the kill.

"Of course, I expected as such. Your desire to survive overpowers your every instinct." Right

as Brangara got up, ready to receive Barla's charge, a voice resounded from above him. His head swerved upward to see Resha in closeup, right outside his Spirit weapon range, having

fallen from the sky, weighing more than a mountain range and having built up a terrifying

momentum.

Empyrean 100-Royal Zinger!

With all his might, Resha stretched his Royal Zinger arms and then swiped at the Celestial

Boar's face, "Die!"