Chapter 214 - Translation

Chapter 214 Sneak Attack Fails The Millinger was stunned when the ground underneath it caved in. Moreover, its main body felt intense muscular strain when the shell covering it began to pull it down. Its sudden gain in weight prevented it from gaining balance as it fell. But unlike a Centinger whose intelligence was on par with a human, a Millinger was a Gold Grade Pranic Beast, possessing a level of intelligence vastly superior to humans. By the time its body fell by a dozen metres into the pit, it had finished analysing everything. By emitting Prana through its surroundings, it noticed some details of oddity. First was the miniature Prana Bomb hidden within its shell. Judging based on the levels of strain present in its shell, the cause of the insane weight was this Prana Bomb. Second, thin lines coursed all over the walls of the pit. A mysterious substance seemed to be flowing through it. And the moment its Prana came into contact with the latter, it was absorbed. The pit reached a depth of four hundred metres. Originally, a fall for four hundred metres wouldn't kill a Millinger. But with the miniature Prana Bomb raising its body density by many levels, it was accelerating at a terrifying rate. An impact in such a situation would cause its organs to become crushed. Moreover, touching the walls was dangerous. There also seemed other traps along the varying depths of the pit, all the way to its bottom. It had been meticulously planned by someone who wanted to kill it. The culprit was currently fleeing through a tunnel while seated on a mysterious instrument with wheels, accelerating by ejecting a powerful thrust of air. It only took a second since the floor underneath it caved. As the Millinger fell, it seeped its Prana through the tunnel through which Inala was fleeing and focused its aura on him, for a moment spiking it. Suddenly, the trolley of bone that he was seated inside shattered from the sheer pressure it unleashed, causing his figure to slam into the ground violently due to the momentum and make a long trail on the tunnel floor. That was all the Millinger could do in that short window as it fell past the tunnel. It wasn't flustered in the slightest as that wasn't in a Centinger's nature, not to mention a Millinger. Rather, it appreciated his sneak attack, for he posed a great challenge to test its abilities. Three seconds passed as the Millinger finished its preparations. Secondary Nature—Inhibition Dome! A sphere of energy blasted out of the Millinger and expanded to a massive range, spanning hundreds of metres. The circuits on walls of the pit walls lost their function as they were deactivated. These circuits were created using Prana Bombs, which was a Primary Nature, an ability activated using Prana. Hence, their function was inhibited to the limit, losing their power to absorb Prana. The Millinger didn't do anything for another two seconds, calmly gathering Prana into its centipede upper body and before soon, it unleashed an unceasing torrent of projectiles. Primary Nature—Bone-Melting Artillery! Centingers originally stopped the artillery strike once all the spikes on its centipede upper body were shot out. They would then regenerate the projectiles using a mixture of both Prana and body fat. The regeneration rate for Millingers was quicker. But currently, the Millinger pushed itself to the brink and forcefully regenerated the spikes repeatedly, sustaining major internal injuries in response. Its artillery strike struck everywhere, targeting the soil surroundings. It was unleashed with the prime intention of melting the soil, hence it was the most effective against it, resulting in the ground melting into a sludgy pool. A portion of the artilleries curved through the pit and surged into the tunnel, approaching Inala. "Bleh!" Inala used his loaded Sumatra Zingers to unleash powerful thrusts of air to be sent deeper into the tunnel. He vomited out soil while reeling away, using the soil to slow down the artillery strike approaching him. As his bone trolley had been destroyed, his speed of fleeing had become slower. Moreover, he sustained numerous scrape wounds as his body slammed into the tunnel walls all over the place while fleeing away. The soil he continued to vomit out filled the tunnel and intercepted the artilleries. But as the latter was created to target the soil, they blazed through this obstruction without difficulty. Moreover, Inala could feel the tunnel walls turn soft as the power of the Bone-Melting Artillery continued to spread everywhere. While the Millinger fell through the pit, it used a portion of its artillery strike to shatter its shell and sent the miniature Prana Bomb flying away, exercising care to not destroy it, for it judged the latter to be dangerous. Due to its density, the miniature Prana Bomb accelerated once it was ejected out of the Millinger's body. A bunch of artillery without any corrosive power slammed into it and accelerated it further, using it as a weapon. The miniature Prana Bomb collided into the bottom of the pit and caused a tremor, rupturing the soil segment in its vicinity. Using the opportunity, the Millinger spread the corrosive power in its Primary Nature riding through the generated shockwaves. As a result, the entire region's ground melted, turning sludgy. All it generated was a soft plop as the Millinger slammed at the bottom of the pit and sank deeper through the soft sludge. It sunk for thirty to forty metres until all the momentum behind its fall was absorbed by the soft sludge. Its damage was kept to a minimum. Moreover, the Millinger swam through the sludge and approached an underground river to destroy its walls. Centingers and Millingers were experts in controlling water. It was how they drained the Angan River every single time before their mating season started. Hence, it knew where the closest underground river was. Once the walls were shattered, the sheer pressure caused the water within the underground river to burst through the sludge ground, permeating through the entire region turned soft by the Millinger's ability. Within a minute, the entire region turned into a swamp. Through it, the Millinger swam towards Inala, intending to kill this target that managed to pique its hunting desire. 'It failed, huh?' Inala relied upon the surging Lifeforce from his biome to heal the injuries he had sustained. As he continued to generate thrusts using Sumatra Zingers, his injuries continued to increase. The tunnel was gradually closing up as a result of the Millinger's attack. He had never expected it to be capable of transmitting its Primary Nature through a shockwave generated by the miniature Prana Bomb's impact at the bottom of the pit. He had been extremely careful from the start. And even though he didn't expect to finish off a Gold Grade Pranic Beast in a single attack, he never expected the trap he had sprung to be reversed back on himself. "Indeed, a Gold Grade Pranic Beast is on a whole other level…urgh!" He grunted and focused on fleeing. !

**Chapitre 214 : L’embuscade échoue** Le Millinger fut stupéfait lorsque le sol sous lui s’effondra. De plus, son corps principal subit une tension musculaire intense lorsque la carapace qui le recouvrait commença à l’entraîner vers le bas. Son poids soudainement accru l’empêcha de retrouver son équilibre pendant sa chute. Mais contrairement à un Centinger, dont l’intelligence égalait celle d’un humain, le Millinger était une Bête Pranique de Grade Or, dotée d’une intelligence bien supérieure à celle des hommes. Au moment où son corps chuta d’une dizaine de mètres dans le piège, il avait déjà tout analysé. En émettant du Prana autour de lui, il remarqua certains détails étranges. Premièrement, une mini Bombe Pranique était dissimulée dans sa carapace. D’après la tension exercée sur celle-ci, c’était bien cette bombe qui causait ce poids démentiel. Deuxièmement, des lignes fines parcouraient les parois du piège. Une substance mystérieuse semblait y circuler. Et dès que son Prana entra en contact avec elle, il fut absorbé. Le piège atteignait une profondeur de quatre cents mètres. Normalement, une chute de cette hauteur ne pouvait tuer un Millinger. Mais avec la mini Bombe Pranique augmentant considérablement sa densité corporelle, son accélération était terrifiante. Un impact dans de telles conditions écraserait ses organes. De plus, toucher les parois était dangereux. D’autres pièges semblaient également disséminés à différentes profondeurs, jusqu’au fond. Tout avait été méticuleusement planifié par quelqu’un qui voulait sa mort. Le coupable, actuellement en fuite, se trouvait dans un tunnel, assis sur un étrange engin à roues, propulsé par de puissantes éjections d’air. Une seule seconde s’était écoulée depuis l’effondrement du sol. Alors qu’il chutait, le Millinger diffusa son Prana dans le tunnel où Inala fuyait et concentra son aura sur lui, l’augmentant brusquement. Soudain, le chariot d’os dans lequel il était assis vola en éclats sous la pression déchaînée, projetant violemment son corps contre le sol. La force de l’impact le fit glisser sur une longue distance, traçant une marque dans le tunnel. C’était tout ce que le Millinger put faire dans ce bref intervalle, alors qu’il continuait à tomber. Il ne paniqua pas le moins du monde, car ce n’était pas dans la nature d’un Centinger, encore moins d’un Millinger. Au contraire, il apprécia cette attaque sournoise, qui représentait un défi idéal pour tester ses capacités. Trois secondes plus tard, le Millinger acheva ses préparatifs. **Nature Secondaire — Dôme d’Inhibition !** Une sphère d’énergie jaillit du Millinger et s’étendit sur des centaines de mètres. Les circuits sur les parois du piège perdirent leur fonction, désactivés. Ces circuits, créés à partir de Bombes Praniques (une Nature Primaire activée par le Prana), virent leur puissance absorbante réduite à néant. Le Millinger resta immobile deux secondes de plus, accumulant calmement du Prana dans sa partie supérieure en forme de mille-pattes, avant de libérer un torrent ininterrompu de projectiles. **Nature Primaire — Artillerie Dissolvante !** Normalement, les Centingers interrompaient leurs tirs une fois toutes leurs pointes épuisées. Ils les régénéraient ensuite en mélangeant Prana et graisse corporelle. Les Millingers, eux, régénéraient bien plus vite. Mais cette fois, le Millinger se poussa à bout, forçant la régénération répétée de ses pointes au prix de graves blessures internes. Ses projectiles frappèrent partout, ciblant particulièrement le sol. Conçus pour dissoudre la terre, ils transformèrent le sol en une boue liquide. Certains obus curvèrent dans le piège et jaillirent dans le tunnel, fonçant vers Inala. « Blergh ! » Inala utilisa ses Sumatra Zingers chargés pour projeter de puissantes rafales d’air dans le tunnel tout en recrachant de la terre pour ralentir les projectiles. Privé de son chariot d’os, sa fuite était plus lente. Ses blessures s’accumulaient à chaque impact contre les parois. La terre qu’il vomissait obstrua le tunnel, mais les projectiles, conçus pour la fondre, la traversèrent sans peine. De plus, Inala sentit les parois du tunnel ramollir sous l’effet de l’Artillerie Dissolvante. Pendant sa chute, le Millinger détruisit sa carapace avec une partie de ses tirs, éjectant la mini Bombe Pranique avec précaution pour ne pas la détruire, la jugeant trop dangereuse. En raison de sa densité, la bombe accéléra une fois libérée. Des projectiles non corrosifs la percutèrent pour l’envoyer encore plus vite, en faisant une arme. La bombe heurta le fond du piège, provoquant un tremblement qui brisa le sol alentour. Le Millinger profita de l’onde de choc pour répandre son pouvoir corrosif à travers le sol ramolli. En un instant, toute la zone devint un marécage. Le Millinger s’y engouffra et nagea vers Inala, déterminé à éliminer cette proie qui avait excité son instinct de chasseur. *« Ça a échoué, hein ? »* Inala puisa dans la Force Vitale de son biome pour soigner ses blessures. Mais chaque projection des Sumatra Zingers aggravait ses plaies. Le tunnel se refermait peu à peu sous l’attaque du Millinger. Il n’avait pas anticipé que celui-ci pourrait diffuser sa Nature Primaire via l’onde de choc de l’impact de la bombe. Il avait pourtant été extrêmement prudent. Même s’il ne s’attendait pas à vaincre une Bête Pranique de Grade Or d’un seul coup, il n’avait jamais imaginé que son piège se retournerait contre lui. « Effectivement, une Bête Pranique de Grade Or est d’un tout autre niveau… Argh ! » Il grogna et se concentra sur sa fuite. !