Chapter 748: She Dies, He Regrets
Chapter 748: She Dies, He Regrets
“Yarsha!” The Celestial Boar shouted as Wrunnala slammed into it and caused it to skid back by hundreds of metres. Followed by a grunt, it strengthened Subtle Terrain Domination, grinding through Wrunnala’s body further, resulting in geysers of blood mixed amid splinters of bone.
Large pieces of earth condensed into spikes and flew towards Wrunnala, only to be sucked in by the storage lanterns that were rapidly sucking up everything, their numbers crossing a thousand by now.
Moreover, every single miniature sun that had appeared unleashed its respective gravitational pull, tugging the dome erected by the Celestial Boar, weakening it to the limit.
Yarsha Zahara’s Kinesis Feline gathered Prana into its mouth, condensed it into a sphere and unleashed a beam at Wrunnala, slamming it into the latter’s forehead. Followed by whirring sounds, it began to penetrate the latter, spurting blood.
“Now,” Wrunnala’s trunk pointed in the direction of Yarsha Zahara and breathed out with all its might, sending a heavy projectile filled with the power of Internal Inertial Gravity flying out. “Orakha!”
“This is the end!” Orakha bellowed as he held a bluish-crimson Mystic Eater with shimmering gold eyes. The entirety of his Prana seeped into it as he launched it towards Yarsha Zahara, “You’re dead, Yarsha!”
As the concentration of everyone was raised to the extreme, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. The expression of tension sported by Yarsha Zahara morphed into one of confidence, her mouth parting open to word subtly, not producing any sound, but her lip movements conveyed the sentence to Orakha in his heightened state, “You’ve taken action after collating all my abilities, which is something I know you excel at. But, that’s where you’ve failed, Orakha.”
Prana churned through her body and spread out in the shape of a dome, one expanding to a range of 1.8 kilometres, “I haven’t revealed my everything.”
Nature-Kinesis Deity!
Nature-Inhibition Dome!
Yarsha Zahara activated the Primary Nature of a Brimgan Royal and the Secondary Nature of a Millinger. Inhibition Dome could suppress all external abilities reliant on Prana, including psychokinesis applied on a Spirit Weapon.
And she had unleashed it right as Orakha’s bluish-crimson Mystic Eater was within her range. Her lips curled into a smile as blood trickled down the orifices of Orakha due to the strain as he lost control over his Spirit Weapon.
In habit, her kite-shaped Spirit Weapon flew towards the bluish-crimson Mystic Eater, her face brimming in victory, “Now, your strongest power is mine…”
Right as her kite-shaped Spirit Weapon made contact with the bluish-crimson Mystic Eater and gained possession over it, her face paled in response, realising what it was.
Human Avatar-Karmic Explosion!
The Nature of Karmic Explosion was an extremely simple ability. It was a final-ditch effort where all the Prana of a being was condensed in the fraction of a second to unleash a powerful explosion. The sheer force generated as a result was capable of wounding even a higher Grade existence.
However, the problem with it was that it truly was a last-ditch effort. The sheer amount of Prana that had to be gathered in the Spirit Container was too much. A Bludder needs to condense 300 units of Prana to unleash an Eddy Blade, which itself was an extreme amount, so much so that without its insane spin, it couldn’t generate that amount without the relevant stress shattering its Spirit Container.
The Royal Zinger’s Biome Bomb was one of the most expensive Natures, requiring 1000 units of Prana, which took time to gather and condense, which was why Inala always moved around with an existing bunch and didn’t bother condensing them mid-battle.
And even if he did, he would plan them well in advance and constantly accumulate the necessary Prana while buying time for the same. But with Karmic Explosion, that wasn’t an option.
All the Prana possessed by the individual would be instantly concentrated in the Spirit Container to result in an explosion. The Spirit Container would shatter in response.
Every time Orakha committed suicide in a battle to result in a powerful explosion, he used Karmic Explosion. However, his Human Avatar was built to unleash the power of Selectively Permeable Plasma, which was why the resultant explosion only affected the intended target.
But since the plan was for Yarsha Zahara to absorb it first, Orakha removed the Selectively Permeable Plasma portion and instead kept a cooldown.
“You see…” Orakha muttered as most of his Human Avatar shattered due to the load, “I had already activated it. It was absorbing my Prana to explode. But right before it was completed, you gained possession of it.”
“I’ll curse…youuuuu!” It was too late by the time Yarsha Zahara understood what was happening as an intense pain spiked in her chest, following which she lost consciousness.
“Good…bye…” Orakha said, eyes widening to see the Celestial Boar panickily swallowing Yarsha Zahara and closing its mouth shut. And an instant later…
The Celestial Boar’s head exploded!
“It’s not over yet!” The 8th Empyrean Tusk, Trulla shouted as the explosion sent her skidding back by four kilometres. The weaker Empyrean Tusks were sent flying every further.
Some of them in their Empyrean Tusk forms rolled across the ground, forming large trenches enough to carve majestic rivers while the ones in humanoid forms formed craters large enough to form lakes.
Internal Inertial Gravity worked in full swing as Trulla reverted to human form and kicked the ground, following which she raced towards the dome that still existed, noticing a pair of legs standing amidst a sea of blood that had formed into a thundercloud.
Volatile Prana swirled around, condensing to such density they formed bolts of lightning. They weren’t lightning but concentrated Prana behaving as such. Within such a cloud was a pair of legs, deeply entrenched into the ground.
Everything from above the hip was no more, pulverised to form the blood cloud. And standing on the pelvic bone, in a state of disbelief amidst flickering bolts of lightning was Brangara, in
human form.
“This…is impossible! It’s a nightmare, right?” His hands trembled as he stared at murky geysers of scorched blood sprouting out of the Celestial Boar’s hips. The fact that one body of his had been completely blown off from the upper body didn’t come as a shock. He had expected to die once as even he couldn’t guarantee to remain unfazed while facing over a hundred Empyrean Tusks.
However, he hadn’t expected this. Even though she had come close to death twice in the battle before this, it was just that. There was always a solution to save her life. And even now, it
remains the same.
However, even in his wildest dreams, he had never expected Yarsha Zahara’s strongest power
to be her undoing. “A…self-destructive Nature was what took her out?”
Shock! Disbelief! Rage! Sadness!
But the greatest emotion he felt was one of regret, ‘I should have fought alone!’
His eyes turned moist as he focused on Astral World to see a human woman appear, her expression laden in confusion before realisation set in. Her shoulders drooped as she came to terms with reality, curling her arms around her legs while she assumed a crouched form. And
then…
“Aaarghhh!” She began to cry.
Tangible Nature-Yarsha Zahara!
Orakha’s attack resulted in her death. If the Celestial Boar hadn’t consumed her at the last moment by activating its Primary Nature of Voracious Cultivator, she would have vanished from Sumatra for good.
Even if she had managed to survive, Yarsha Zahara had been pretty much removed from the picture. She could only take action once more, which is when Brangara activates the Tangible Nature of Yarsha Zahara.
And just like every other Nature part of Astral World, once activated and no longer supplied with Prana, that would be the same as deactivating it, causing it to dissipate. Voracious Cultivator would naturally digest its remainder, using it as fuel.
‘It’s my fault!’ Brangara gruntled, ripping apart his cheeks in rage, mostly towards himself, ‘I could have hunted them better! My overconfidence resulted in this!’
‘How…how many times would it take me to realise?’ His ripped cheeks regenerated in the
fraction of a second as Brangara didn’t even waste a second in self-admonition. ‘Later! First, I
need to take care of everyone!’
He glared to his left and stared at the skeleton of Wrunnala. Most of its body had been vaporised from Karmic Explosion. Towards the knee of the rear leg, wrapped by crumbling layers of bone was Wrunnala in her human form.
As the 10th Empyrean Tusk, she too had reached the 2-Life Stage. She was already aware of Orakha’s plan and had been prepared in advance. Right as Karmic Explosion was about to take effect, her trunk sucked in Orakha and sent him into her lung biome.
She appeared in the lung biome in her human form and rapidly erected as many layers of defence as possible around him, which was how they survived.
“Koff…koff!” Orakha gasped as he stared at the crumbling layers of bone around them. The
explosion had sent them all the way from the lung biome to the knee where they somehow managed to latch onto for survival.
“You…could have left me to die!” Orakha struggled to get up, too weak to move as he stared at
Wrunnala, “I can be revived.”
“Shut up, Orakha.” Wrunnala gasped as she let go of the bone shield she had been holding
before Orakha, “None of the Empyrean Tusks can kill Brangara. We can at most buy time. Only you,”
She coughed out blood, noticing cracks had formed on her Spirit Container, “Only you can make a difference. Aren’t you the Orange Mystic Path?”
“The power of the Mystic Path is meant for my daughter,” Orakha retorted as he stood up, supported by Wrunnala, “It’s not like I gain anything from it.”
“Ignore the specifics and focus on recovery,” she said and poured an Elixir into his mouth,
“Rebuild your Human Avatar…”
“Truly…truly I must…say…” The crumbling layers of bone surrounding them were swatted
away as Brangara landed before the duo of Wrunnala and Orakha, his expression incensed as
he stared at Orakha, “I have never expected to become this angry.”
“Isn’t that why I told you to not target us?” He barely felt any strength in him, finding it hard
to even stand without Wrunnala’s support. But his resolve was unwavering as Orakha argued, “Do you expect me to stand still and be killed by you?”
“Don’t cry about the consequences of your actions, Brangara!” Orakha shouted, “You fucked
around and found out, as simple as that.”
“Yeah?” Brangara slowly took a step forward, the veins on his arms blotting out, about to
rupture. But irrespective of how strong his hatred grew, despite all it taking a single hit from him to kill the duo before him, Brangara controlled himself.
Instead, he placed the Minor Treasure of Statue in Wrunnala’s body and a Tangible Nature of
Petrified Geese in Orakha. His hands moved in a blur and patted the chests of the duo, stressing their Spirit Containers to the limit.
Bang!
With a tap, he caused the Spirit Containers of the duo to shatter, rendering them into mortals,
those unable to use any Prana. Brangara placed his hand on Wrunnala’s chest and seeped his Prana into her, muttering after a couple of seconds, “Good, there are no biomes in you.”
He retracted the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Statue from Wrunnala and placed a
Tangible Nature of Petrified Geese in her, “This is more than enough for the current you.”
Hiss!
A group of Mystic Eaters jutted out of the Celestial Boar’s legs and lunged at him, only to be shredded instantly. But as more of them began to come out, Brangara grabbed the duo of Orakha and Wrunnala and leapt away.
Seeing that they were unable to move thanks to the influence of the Tangible Nature of Petrified Geese, Brangara assumed Celestial Boar form.
He formed a cave in the bone jutting out of his chest and stuffed the duo there, closing up the
entrance immediately after. This way, he can carry them with him while continuing the fight. ‘With the strongest variable taken care of, the rest are an eventuality.’
Observing Trulla rush through the dome of Subtle Terrain Domination, the Celestial Boar aimed its fist at her and unleashed Bone-Melting Artillery. “It’s over!”
“As if!” Trulla roared, bringing her hammer down as her movements slowed down, arriving
to a halt soon. The Celestial Boar walked towards her and began to chomp upon her head, “Wrunnala is the strongest descendent of the Supreme Tusk.”
“She alone is enough as a captive,” With that, the Celestial Boar embarked upon a saddened
feast, “The rest of you are fuel…”
‘To cultivate my Tangible Natures of Empyrean Snappers!’
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