Chapter 198 - Translation

Chapter 198 Inala Vs Rockatrice Holding a bloody pillow, Inala made a beeline towards a fallen section of Ellora City wall. Empyrean Zingers in their miniature forms covered his body, keeping watch of his surroundings. "Keuk!" He grunted when a spike slammed into his leg, instantly melting his leg bone, "It's too potent!" Inala rolled to the side and slid under a large rubble, using it as cover. Within his stomach, an Empyrean Zinger crushed open a Life Bomb and poured it on the stomach walls. Once he activated the Mystic Bone Art, the abundant Lifeforce within the Life Bomb converged upon his leg and gradually generated another leg bone. Staring at his swollen leg, Inala morphed a piece of bone into a needle and poked a hole into the swelling, watching it spray out murky blood filled with a paste of his molten bone. Actuated through the Lifeforce, his cultivation technique forced out all the impurities. Immediately after they were expunged, the poked hole on his leg healed. Staring at his pristine leg, Inala flexed his toes a bit and observed that they were working fine. He inhaled softly, wiping his cold sweat produced from the pain. He was covered by the Prana Bomb armour. But despite that, just a single spike managed to pierce through and melt his leg bone. The Centinger was the absolute worst match for his abilities. Hence, he couldn't win against it in a head-on battle, 'But that doesn't matter. There are various ways to win a battle. I don't need to fight directly.' Inala continued to duck, roll around, slide underneath the rubble, and sprint with all his might. By the time he reached the city walls, he was injured four times. Even with the Empyrean Zingers keeping watch, it was impossible to avoid all the spikes that rained down from the skies at speeds beyond his reaction time. "I'm out," He let out a victory cheer and garnered more strength in his legs to burst forth faster, quickly erecting some distance between him and the city. But right as he crossed a kilometre from the city, Inala suddenly lost his footing and slammed into the ground with force, "Keuk!" "Damn these fuckers." He grumbled and glared at the Slump Lizards that had surrounded him. They had stacked their Primary Nature on him. Inhaling a large amount of air, he activated his Secondary Nature to bend space in his lungs, and a few seconds later, exhaled with force. A gust of air was created with enough force to spiral around itself and generate a weak tornado that lasted for less than two seconds. Still, it was enough to raise enough dust and cover the region. 'I can't waste time fighting them.' Thinking as such, Inala leaped with force and spat out the Empyrean Zinger King who reverted to its original size instantly. Landing on its back, he glided forward, soon crossing the dust-filled region. "There's more of them here." He frowned, feeling a headache upon seeing the ground covered by Slump Lizards. During their descent, both he and the Empyrean Zinger King inhaled long breaths and unleashed a fierce gust of wind, erecting another dust cloud. At regular intervals, dust clouds formed in the region alongside the Angan River in a sequential order. Two figures travelled through it, reaching the Rooster Tribe's settlement in less than two hours. Had it not been for interference caused by the Slump Lizards, they would have made the journey in an hour. Arriving at the familiar rocky hill range that acted as the Rooster Tribe settlement's wall, Inala swallowed the Empyrean Zinger King who took on its miniature form. Stage 1-Jaw! Inala leaped into the air, covering more than a dozen metres as his claws dug into the stone walls. He made multiple leaps and soon arrived at the peak that existed at an altitude of six hundred metres. From the high vantage point, he stared at the Angan River, "It's completely dried up." He then faced the opposite direction, observing the lake at the centre of the Rooster Tribe settlement. There was no trace of the Rockatrice, despite the lake being its home. As there was no sign of life in the region, the Centingers didn't come here. At present, a bunch of Slump Lizards had broken past the entrance and were freely roaming through the settlement, munching on some spilled grains collected by the Rooster Tribe. The hill range was in the shape of '8'. Standing at the intersection was the tallest hill, within the crater of which was the lake that served as the Rockatrice's home. Walking on the hill range was enough to reach his destination. Hence, Inala did the same, keeping his activity hidden as much as possible. It was wise to not alert the Rockatrice. Of course, to avoid getting discovered by the Centingers, the Rockatrice would do its best to remain as hidden as possible. After all, it was a defensive creature, almost unbeatable within the range its myriad hands could reach. But beyond that, it was as helpless as a roadside pebble. A Centinger only had to stay beyond its range and spam artillery strikes. A powerful Silver Grade Pranic Beast that was helpless against the Centinger's ability but was still very strong. That meant it was a prize pool of comfortable points. No Centinger would be able to resist gobbling such a lucrative opportunity. Arriving before the lake, Inala inhaled a long breath and opened his mouth wide, causing twenty-eight Empyrean Zingers to fly out. They spread out and encircled the lake, reverting to their original sizes. Each Empyrean Zinger created four Prana Bombs and shaped them into spears, ready to strike. Two Empyrean Zingers present in his stomach shattered a bunch of Prana Bombs and caused their fluids to be digested, allowing a steady stream of Prana to fill him. "Let's go," Inala condensed a Prana Bomb in each of his hands and dropped them after raising their density to the limit. The Prana Bombs rolled over the slope and fell into the lake water, sinking immediately after due to their high densities. Upon observing their rate of sinking, Inala condensed multiple Prana Bombs and threw them all over the lake, watching them quickly reach the depths. Upon sensing that they were still within his Spirit Weapon range, Inala smirked, "This is doable." "Kriek!" He let out a shriek, commanding the twenty-eight Empyrean Zingers who all activated the same skill. Mystic Bone Art—Puppetry! Four Prana Hands appeared next to each Empyrean Zinger and grabbed a Prana Bone spear each, hovering in readiness. The lake started to bubble, frothing as Inala pulled out the Prana Bombs that had been filled to the brink with the Rockatrice's Prana. 2800 Prana was the Rockatrice's capacity. Meaning, as long as it didn't react until 28 Prana Bombs were filled, it was Inala's victory. Of course, the Rockatrice wasn't the type to sit still and wait for its death. Prana gushed out of the settlement hill range as a forcefield was unleashed, instantly causing Inala to weaken in response. Primary Nature—Rocky Intimidation! A hill-like entity with a hundred hands gushed out of the lake, emanating murderous intent as dozens of Prana Bombs stuck to its body, continuously absorbing its Prana. It glared at Inala and attacked immediately. The Rockatrice began its retaliation! !

**Chapitre 198 : Inala contre la Rockatrice** Un oreiller ensanglanté à la main, Inala se précipita vers une section effondrée du mur d'Ellora. Les Empyrean Zingers, sous leur forme miniature, recouvraient son corps, surveillant les alentours. « Keuk ! » grogna-t-il lorsqu’une pointe transperça sa jambe, faisant instantanément fondre l’os. « C’est trop puissant ! » Il roula sur le côté et se glissa sous un gros amas de débris pour s’y abriter. Dans son estomac, un Empyrean Zinger écrasa une Bombe de Vie et en versa le contenu sur ses parois stomacales. Dès qu’il activa l’Art Mystique des Os, l’abondante Force Vitale de la bombe convergea vers sa jambe, régénérant progressivement l’os. Fixant sa jambe enflée, Inala transforma un morceau d’os en aiguille et perça l’enflure, observant un jet de sang trouble mêlé à une pâte d’os fondu. Guidée par la Force Vitale, sa technique de cultivation expulsa toutes les impuretés. Dès qu’elles furent éliminées, la perforation sur sa jambe se referma. Contemplant son membre désormais intact, Inala remua légèrement ses orteils pour vérifier leur mobilité. Il inspira doucement, essuyant la sueur froide provoquée par la douleur. Il était protégé par une armure de Bombes de Prana. Malgré cela, une simple pointe avait réussi à le transpercer et à fondre son os. Le Centinger était son pire adversaire possible. Il ne pourrait jamais le vaincre en combat direct. *Mais peu importe. Il existe bien des façons de remporter une bataille. Je n’ai pas besoin de l’affronter frontalement.* Inala continua à esquiver, rouler, se faufiler sous les décombres et courir à toute allure. En atteignant les murs de la ville, il avait été blessé à quatre reprises. Même avec la surveillance des Empyrean Zingers, il était impossible d’éviter toutes les pointes qui pleuvaient du ciel à une vitesse dépassant son temps de réaction. « Je suis sorti ! » lança-t-il avec un cri victorieux, redoublant d’efforts pour accélérer et mettre de la distance entre lui et la ville. Mais alors qu’il franchissait le kilomètre, il perdit soudain l’équilibre et s’écrasa violemment au sol. « Keuk ! » « Putain de salopards. » Il grogna, foudroyant du regard les Slump Lizards qui l’entouraient. Ils avaient superposé leur Nature Primaire sur lui. Inspirant profondément, il activa sa Nature Secondaire pour courber l’espace dans ses poumons, puis expira avec force. Une bourrasque se forma, spiralant sur elle-même pour générer une faible tornade durant moins de deux secondes. Assez, cependant, pour soulever un nuage de poussière et couvrir la zone. *Je ne peux pas perdre de temps à les combattre.* À ces mots, il bondit et cracha le Roi des Empyrean Zingers, qui reprit instantanément sa taille originale. Atterrissant sur son dos, il glissa en avant, traversant rapidement la zone poussiéreuse. « Il y en a encore plus ici. » Il fronça les sourcils, la migraine le gagnant à la vue du sol recouvert de Slump Lizards. Durant leur descente, lui et le Roi des Empyrean Zingers inhalèrent longuement avant de libérer une rafale de vent, créant un nouveau nuage de poussière. À intervalles réguliers, des nuages de poussière se formèrent le long de la rivière Angan, traçant leur passage. Deux silhouettes les traversèrent, atteignant en moins de deux heures le campement de la Tribu des Coqs. Sans l’interférence des Slump Lizards, ils auraient mis une heure. Arrivé devant la chaîne de collines rocheuses servant de mur au campement, Inala avala le Roi des Empyrean Zingers, qui reprit sa forme miniature. **Étape 1 – Mâchoire !** Inala sauta en l’air, parcourant plus d’une dizaine de mètres avant que ses griffes ne s’accrochent aux parois rocheuses. Après plusieurs bonds, il atteignit le sommet culminant à six cents mètres d’altitude. Depuis ce point élevé, il contempla la rivière Angan. « Elle est complètement asséchée. » Puis il se tourna vers le lac au centre du campement de la Tribu des Coqs. Aucune trace de la Rockatrice, bien que ce lac fût son repaire. Comme la région était déserte, les Centingers ne s’y aventuraient pas. Seules quelques Slump Lizards avaient forcé l’entrée et erraient librement, grignotant des grains éparpillés par la tribu. La chaîne de collines formait un « 8 ». À leur intersection se dressait la plus haute colline, dont le cratère abritait le lac de la Rockatrice. Il suffisait de longer les crêtes pour atteindre sa destination. Inala s’y engagea, restant aussi discret que possible. Il était sage de ne pas alerter la Rockatrice. Bien sûr, pour éviter d’être repérée par les Centingers, celle-ci se cachait au maximum. Créature défensive, elle était quasiment invincible dans le rayon d’action de ses innombrables mains. Au-delà, elle était aussi vulnérable qu’un caillou sur le chemin. Un Centinger n’aurait qu’à rester hors de portée et bombarder à distance. Une Bête de Prana de rang Argenté, puissante mais impuissante face aux Centingers, représentait une proie idéale. Aucun d’eux ne résisterait à une telle opportunité. Parvenu devant le lac, Inala inspira profondément et ouvrit grand la bouche, libérant vingt-huit Empyrean Zingers. Ils se dispersèrent, encerclant le lac avant de reprendre leur taille originelle. Chaque Empyrean Zinger créa quatre Bombes de Prana, façonnées en lances prêtes à frapper. Deux d’entre eux, dans son estomac, brisèrent plusieurs Bombes de Prana, digérant leur fluide pour emplir Inala d’un flux constant de Prana. « Allons-y. » Il matérialisa une Bombe de Prana dans chaque main, augmentant leur densité au maximum avant de les lâcher. Les bombes dévalèrent la pente et plongèrent dans le lac, coulant aussitôt. Observant leur descente, Inala en condensa d’autres et les dispersa à travers le lac, les voyant atteindre rapidement les profondeurs. Sentant qu’elles restaient dans la portée de son Arme Spirituelle, il sourit. « C’est jouable. » « Kriek ! » Il poussa un cri, ordonnant aux vingt-huit Empyrean Zingers d’activer la même technique. **Art Mystique des Os – Marionnettisme !** Quatre Mains de Prana apparurent près de chaque Empyrean Zinger, saisissant une lance d’os de Prana, prêtes à frapper. Le lac commença à bouillonner, écumant tandis qu’Inala extrayait les Bombes de Prana saturées du Prana de la Rockatrice. 2800 unités de Prana : c’était la capacité de la Rockatrice. Tant qu’elle ne réagissait pas avant que 28 Bombes ne soient remplies, la victoire lui appartenait. Bien sûr, la Rockatrice n’était pas du genre à attendre patiemment sa mort. Un flot de Prana jaillit des collines, déployant un champ de force qui affaiblit instantanément Inala. **Nature Primaire – Intimidation Rocailleuse !** Une entité semblable à une colline, dotée de cent mains, émergea du lac, dégageant une intention meurtrière tandis que des dizaines de Bombes de Prana s’accrochaient à son corps, absorbant son Prana. Elle foudroya Inala du regard et attaqua sans délai. La Rockatrice entama sa riposte !