Chapter 449 Is It This World?
Chapter 449 Is It This World?
449 Is It This World?
“Fuck!” Inala cursed in frustration as he landed on the terrace of a tall building and stared in the direction of Fentan City located farther away, watching the rain of fire impact a certain region in it, resulting in an explosive sea of fire.
Varahan Mansion was no more. The sight alone caused him to tremble. He imagined a scene from the future where piles upon piles of Empyrean Tusks collapsed in a sea of flame as the Boar King torched them all in fury.
“It’s all over…” He muttered, lacking the strength to take a step forward. Killing Yarsha Zahara wasn’t an issue. He planned to do that too. But the context behind her death mattered the most.
The blame must be on someone foreign to the Mammoth Clan so that the Boar King’s hatred would be diverted. After Gannala gained the Secondary Nature of Weaponisation, they had enough means to make the perfect plan.
Through her Nature Weapon form, Gannala would take position in a poor bloke’s Nature slot and influence him to the extreme so that his mind gets overwritten for the intended purpose.
Prime Skill—Virala!
They had this knowledge from Virala. Using this, they could push the blame onto Loot as usual, albeit with some changes. By finding the perfect target, once his character has been changed, they’ll also equip him with the necessary Nature Weapons to assassinate Yarsha Zahara and then flee.
Currently, the Nature Weapons of Leech and Tunnel were in his possession. By equipping Loot with these two Nature Weapons, they’ll create a slippery character that is powerful enough to keep fleeing from the Boar King.
As long as he manages to flee into the Guna Caves, it’ll take forever for the Boar King to catch him. And if even that doesn’t work, this individual—Loot—could flee into a region terraformed by a Major Treasure. The region influenced by the Major Treasure of Weapon would be perfect for it, as it had claimed the lives of dozens of Empyrean Tusks in Sumatra Chronicles.
By making some preparations, Inala was confident in trapping a powerful Prince of the Brimgan Empire into Loot’s role. Someone like the Fentan City Lord would have more than enough Prana to activate the Nature Weapons of Leech and Tunnel in quick succession and continue to be on the evasive.
With that, they could be successful in keeping the Boar King engaged long enough even after the appearance of the Major Treasure of Attribute. The longer the Boar King chases after this ‘Loot,’ the less time he would have to stockpile bodies at the Gaja Enclave.
That would mean a weaker Boar King they would have to face at the Fourth Major Disaster, which would make their lives easier and give a greater chance of survival for the Mammoth Clan. But now, everything went to shit.
His years of careful planning went up in smoke, since the culprit that annihilated the Boar King’s family was an Empyrean Tusk, “Damnit! Dammit! DAMMIT!”
The artillery strike damaged the underground of Fentan City, disrupting the flow of toxins through the Southern Veins in the region. It wouldn’t be too big of a disturbance as thanks to the machinations of the Brimgan Founder, the Southern Veins would recover over time.
The Brimgan Empire too had invested heavily in that regard. But what Inala was concerned about the entry point into the region influenced by the Major Treasure of Attribute. ‘It may no longer be at the Arlfarah Mansion.’
If it were to open up anywhere else, the Brimgan Royals would hurriedly blockade entry and then send in raid teams to scout the place.
In Sumatra Chronicles, they quickly dispatched enough teams to occupy all the entrances and sent in raid teams to slaughter all Pranic Beasts that had ventured in already. As a result of their actions, the Mammoth Clan sent in most of their people to fight for an entry path, causing a war to erupt between the two sides, at the end of which half the Mammoth Clan ended up annihilated, losing too many masters in the process.
Resha only managed to reach the Attribute thanks to the Mammoth Clan worshippers who had infiltrated the ranks of the Brimgan Empire and helped him from behind the scenes. They played a pivotal role in that regard.
But they were rabid fanatics, which was why Inala never entertained the thought of meeting them. Now, he would have no other choice but to encounter them. ‘Amita will gain entry naturally as she’s now the adopted daughter of Farloon Brimgan. But my male body can’t head anywhere near the entrance.’
“A mess! Everything’s a mess!” He clutched his head in pain before glaring in the direction of Virala, “Fucker! Since you dared mess up everything, forget escaping. I’ll kill your second body too…”
Right as Inala rushed towards Virala, making plans to target him at the closest Northern Lake where he would drill out of, his feet came to a sudden stop. Not just him, but everyone in the region felt their hearts skip a beat.
Even the tusk that Virala was using to drill deeper underground stopped whirring. He wanted to urge it to spin and continue drilling but was unable to. His mind felt like it had frozen up, unresponsive. His body trembled as the whites of his eyes began to show.
The messenger that had sealed off Varahan Mansion had currently taken refuge at a spot two kilometres from the estate. Suddenly, blood spurted out of his orifices as his blood vessels exploded. He wasn’t alone as everyone at Silver Grade was in the same state.
The weaker ones among Iron Grade exploded into blood mist while the rest collapsed into pools of their blood, in varying states of injury. Only those with Gold Grade strength were fine, but even they were unable to move, struck by fear deep-seated in their core memory.
From deep underground Varahan Mansion billowed out a tsunami of presence that wrapped Fentan City in its entirety and spread around, unable to be stopped.
Babies, kids, and adults at the Spirit Stage dropped dead spontaneously. Only those at the Body Stage remained alive, suffering varying degrees of damage depending on the Grade of their strength.
“Ahhh!” Gannala curled up into a foetus position and cried in fear, experiencing fits spontaneously. She spasmed and frothed at the mouth, feeling like she was losing her mind under the presence.
“T-Take in deep breaths!” Asaeya intended to rush to her rescue but found herself collapsed on the floor, failing to move. She stared in absolute fear, ‘H-How is his presence stronger than what I sensed at the Dieng Canyon? He was at the 3-Life Stage back then!’
Boom! Thud! Kaboom!
Punching sounds resounded from the ground of Varahan Mansion before soon, a hill-sized chunk flew out, revealing a gaping hole. Climbing out from it was a two-hundred-metre-
tall Pranic Beast, the source of mass slaughter that had happened at Fentan City.
Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast—Empyrean Boar King!
The body at the Varahan Mansion had zero Natures stored in its Astral Chart, remaining in its Pranic Beast form for purposes unknown. But now, it was forced to stop its actions thanks to the artillery strike.
A moment later, the Empyrean Boar King took on its human form as a naked Brangara appeared in place, looking around to see a sea of lava surrounding him. The lava touched his feet and caused sizzling sounds. It began to flow into the hole he came out from.
“My…family…” The Boar King looked around, unable to detect even a speck of the Varahan Mansion’s existence, “Again…it happened again.”
He stared at the sky, experiencing sadness, “This was what I feared. Just…why? Why me? Why my brethren? Whose fault is this?”
“Is it this world?” He muttered, unconscious of the fact that his presence continued to build up to unprecedented levels as for the first time in history since he had reached maturity, the Boar King unleashed the full brunt of his strength, “Is it this world?”
His gaze slowly shifted to the group of Royals far away, his gaze incomprehensible, his tone soft, forming an absolute contrast to his billowing presence that resulted in a wave of slaughter, “Is it this world?”