Chapter 119 - Translation

Chapter 119 Making a Rocket? As the Prana in the blood is used up, the Spirit Container would inject more. It would take some time for the new blood carrying Prana to circulate throughout the body. This meant there was a limit in the amount of Prana a cultivator or Pranic Beast could draw upon to activate their Primary Nature. They couldn't just use up all their Prana Reserves for one massive attack. Prana Blood Skill achieved exactly that. By fusing the Spirit Container with the heart, it allowed all his Prana to circulate through his body. It was a dangerous ability. If he maintained it for a long enough duration, his body would casually explode. And even after deactivating the Skill, side effects would persist, turning him weak for a significant duration. His Prana would become unresponsive for a short while and he would feel sluggish. Therefore, it was meant as a trump card to unleash an explosive burst of power. Thump! Thump! Intense pain reverberated throughout his body as Inala felt the strain having his 100 units of Prana circulate freely through his body at once. He immediately condensed a bunch of Prana Bombs and activated his Mystic Bone Art, morphing their shapes. Like pieces of puzzles, the flattened Prana Bombs latched onto his body, spreading out like ink as they covered his body like skin armour. Save for the hands, everywhere else was covered by the Prana Bombs. A Slump Lizard latched onto his leg, intending to bite his flesh off. But the moment it touched his leg armour, it shrieked in pain as its Prana was being absorbed. It wasn't alone as many of its brethren faced the same plight. Two mounds formed on his chest armour as its overall form lost girth noticeably; Inala took on his female form. She aged by a couple of decades as two Life Bombs were created—ones birthing a queen. A Life Bomb hovered before her hand each and merged to become armour there. She extended her hand and grabbed a Slump Lizard stuck to her leg armour, watching its shrieks worsen as its lifeforce was being absorbed now. The effects of many Slump Lizard Primary Natures were unleashed on her, causing her to remain face flat on the ground. She simply refused to move. Only when she did would she fall victim to the effects of Grand Slump, the Primary Nature of a Slump Lizard. The only action she did was extend her hand to grab hold of the unfortunate prey that had its Prana sucked by her armour. Through her hand armour, she absorbed their lifeforce and gradually regained her teenage figure. A crowd of Slump Lizards had piled upon her by now, despite many of them simply falling victim to her abilities. Moreover, none of them were able to dent the armour, helpless. Their Primary Nature was their strongest offensive ability. And that was rendered useless on an immobile target that was already flat on the ground. Primary Nature—Life Bomb (Queen)! Like a bowling ball smashing through pins, Life Bombs flew around the hordes of Slump Lizards, absorbing their Prana and lifeforce en masse. Every time Inala grew older after throwing out a Life Bomb, she extended her hand and grabbed a Slump Lizard stuck to her armour, absorbing its lifeforce. The moment she returned to her natural age, she chucked out another Life Bomb, repeating the process. Thanks to the effects of the Prana Blood Skill, her absorption of both Prana and Lifeforce was at terrifying levels, causing at least one Slump Lizard to die every second. And once filled to the brim, the Life Bombs flew away and slammed into the trunk of a tree, latching to it. Both Prana Bombs and Life Bombs could stick to any surface. And unlike a Zinger's, the Prana Bombs and Life Bombs created by Inala could be controlled by her. Meaning, whether they stuck to a surface, whether they absorbed Prana, Lifeforce, or not, all could be controlled and alternated at her sole discretion. That was the primary difference between a Zinger and an Empyrean Zinger, the pinnacle evolution attainable by the Zinger race. The Life Bombs attached to the tree trunks steadily grew in number. Contrastingly, the number of Slump Lizards swarming Inala had only increased in response, forming a mound that reached a height of ten metres. Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity! The weight of their bodies was no longer anything to fret about as Inala calmly endured their attacks, accumulating at least a Life Bomb every minute. For the next four hours, Inala simply accumulated Life Bombs. Upon seeing that she had reached her limit, she got up and swatted around while raising her body density to the limit, sending the heaps of Slump Lizard carcasses flying away. Since there were so many carcasses of their brethren lying around, the Slump Lizards were no longer able to sense the presence of Inala once she hid within a ringed wall formed by their carcasses. "Phew, this is bound to hurt!" Inala said and caused the armour covering her body to fall off, save for the hand armour. With a thought from her, the fingertips transformed into sharp claws. Inala tore open her clothes, revealing her bare chest. Followed by a deep exhale, she cut open her chest carefully using the claws, feeling extreme amounts of pain. All she could do to persist was chomp through a Life Bomb and drink its lifeforce-rich juice. Inala carefully ripped out her left lung, almost fainting from exhaustion in the process. The lifeforce from the Life Bomb rapidly began to regenerate another lung. Once that was done, she ripped out her right lung and fainted. The two Empyrean Zinger Scouts kept watch beside her, leaping on her forehead as they used the Bone Slip ability to allow her to access their thoughts. [Wake up!] [Wakey! Wakey!] A couple of minutes later, Inala woke up thanks to their efforts, gasping as she stared at her chest. The wounds had already closed up by now. Her lungs too had regenerated without issues. She only had to consume around ten Life Bombs for this. Inala grabbed a hundred Life Bombs and fused them to the two lungs, creating a three-metre-long item resembling a rocket's lower half. It spanned a radius of twenty centimetres, sporting two nozzles. Each nozzle was a lung's vent. Thanks to the copious amounts of lifeforce present in the 100 Life Bombs, the lungs would continue functioning for a while. 'As long as it works for a week, it's enough.' But, that wasn't the end of her suffering as Inala captured a couple hundred Slump Lizards and knocked them out first. She then sat beside them and ripped out her digestive system, one organ after another, fusing them with a bunch of Life Bombs to add to the rocket. Since her digestive system was being ripped out, she relied upon her hand armour to absorb lifeforce from the captured Slump Lizards, healing thanks to that. An hour before dawn, she had completed the rocket, dead tired, feeling like shit having subjected herself to such torture, "At last, it's done." She was utterly exhausted, but her eyes sported an excited glint, akin to a mad scientist, "Now, to activate it." !

**Chapitre 119 : Fabriquer une fusée ?** À mesure que le prana dans son sang était consommé, le Conteneur Spirituel en injectait davantage. Il fallait du temps pour que le nouveau sang imprégné de prana circule dans tout son corps. Cela impliquait une limite : un cultivateur ou une Bête Pranique ne pouvait puiser qu’une quantité restreinte de prana pour activer sa Nature Primaire. Impossible de vider toutes ses réserves d’un seul coup pour une attaque massive. La Technique du Sang Pranique brisait cette règle. En fusionnant le Conteneur Spirituel avec le cœur, elle libérait l’intégralité du prana dans le corps. Une capacité aussi puissante que dangereuse. Si Inala la maintenait trop longtemps, son corps exploserait sans effort. Même après l’avoir désactivée, les effets secondaires persistaient, le laissant affaibli. Son prana devenait inerte, et une lourdeur l’envahissait. Une carte maîtresse, réservée aux ultimes confrontations. **Boum ! Boum !** Une douleur fulgurante le traversa tandis qu’il libérait d’un coup ses 100 unités de prana. Il condensa aussitôt plusieurs Bombes de Prana et activa son Art des Os Mystiques, leur imposant de nouvelles formes. Comme des pièces de puzzle, les Bombes de Prana s’aplatirent contre son corps, s’étalant telle une encre noire pour former une armure. Tout, sauf ses mains, fut recouvert. Un Lézard Affaissé agrippa sa jambe, avide de chair. Dès qu’il toucha l’armure, un cri déchirant s’échappa de sa gueule : son prana était aspiré. Ses congénères subissaient le même sort. Deux protubérances surgirent sur son torse, sa silhouette rétrécissant brusquement. Inala prit sa forme féminine, vieillissant de plusieurs décennies tandis que deux Bombes de Vie naissaient – une reine voyait le jour. Une Bombe de Vie flotta devant sa paume avant de fusionner avec l’armure. Elle attrapa un Lézard Affaissé collé à sa jambe, observant ses cris s’amplifier sous l’effet du drain de force vitale. Les Natures Primaires des Lézards s’abattirent sur elle, plaquant son visage contre le sol. Elle refusait de bouger : un seul geste, et le *Grand Affaissement* l’aurait écrasée. Sa seule action ? Saisir les proies dont le prana avait été aspiré, puis absorber leur force vitale pour retrouver sa silhouette adolescente. Les Lézards Affaissés s’amoncelèrent sur elle, impuissants. Leur Nature Primaire, pourtant redoutable, ne servait à rien contre une cible déjà immobilisée. **Nature Primaire – Bombe de Vie (Reine) !** Comme des quilles sous une boule de bowling, les Bombes de Vie balayèrent les hordes, drainant prana et force vitale en masse. Chaque fois qu’Inala vieillissait après un lancer, elle saisissait un Lézard pour se régénérer. Dès qu’elle retrouvait son âge, une nouvelle Bombe de Vie était expédiée. Avec la Technique du Sang Pranique, son absorption atteignait un rythme effrayant : un Lézard tué chaque seconde. Les Bombes de Vie saturées s’envolaient vers les troncs d’arbres, s’y accrochant. Contrairement à celles des Zingers, Inala pouvait les contrôler intégralement : adhésion, absorption, tout obéissait à sa volonté. C’était la différence entre un Zinger… et un Zinger Empyréen. Le nombre de Bombes de Vie augmentait, tandis que les Lézards, toujours plus nombreux, formaient un monticule de dix mètres autour d’elle. **Nature Secondaire – Gravité Inertielle Interne !** Le poids des corps ne comptait plus. Inala subissait leurs assauts avec calme, accumulant au moins une Bombe de Vie par minute. Quatre heures plus tard, elle atteignit sa limite. D’un mouvement brusque, elle se releva, augmenta sa densité corporelle au maximum, et projeta les cadavres alentour. Les Lézards survivants, noyés sous les carcasses, perdirent sa trace. « *Pfou… ça va faire mal.* » Inala laissa tomber son armure, sauf celle des mains. Ses doigts se transformèrent en griffes acérées. Elle déchira ses vêtements, exposant sa poitrine. Après une inspiration profonde, elle s’entailla lentement, la douleur lui arrachant un gémissement. Pour tenir, elle mordit dans une Bombe de Vie, avalant son jus régénérant. Elle arracha son poumon gauche, frôlant l’évanouissement. La force vitale régénéra aussitôt un nouveau poumon. Puis ce fut au tour du droit. Cette fois, elle perdit connaissance. Les deux Éclaireurs Zingers Empyréens veillèrent sur elle, sautant sur son front pour lui transmettre leurs pensées via la *Glissade Osseuse*. > **« Réveille-toi ! »** > **« Debout ! »** Quelques minutes plus tard, Inala rouvrit les yeux, haletante. Ses blessures étaient cicatrisées, ses poumons régénérés. Une dizaine de Bombes de Vie avaient suffi. Elle en prit cent, les fusionnant avec ses poumons pour façonner un objet de trois mètres, semblable à l’étage inférieur d’une fusée. Vingt centimètres de rayon, deux buses correspondant aux conduits pulmonaires. *Tant que ça tient une semaine, c’est suffisant.* Mais le pire restait à venir. Elle assomma des centaines de Lézards, puis s’attaqua à son système digestif, organe après organe, les fusionnant avec des Bombes de Vie pour compléter la fusée. Elle compensa en absorbant la force vitale des Lézards captifs, accélérant sa régénération. À l’aube, épuisée, meurtrie, elle contempla son œuvre. « *Enfin… c’est terminé.* » Ses yeux, pourtant, brillaient d’une excitation presque folle. « *Maintenant… activons-la.* »