Chapter 499 - Translation

Chapter 499 Empyrean Tusks Farm Brimgan Royals Resnesk City! The City Lord was resting in his mansion, taking a comfortable nap alongside his wife. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, noticing something was amiss as he spontaneously unleashed his Prana, detecting the ground underneath his bed part open and suck in the bed and the duo on it. "Hold on!" He shouted and unleashed his Spirit Weapon, intending to latch onto the ceiling of his room and use it as a harness to avoid falling into the pit. Unfortunately for him, the stream of Prana controlling his Spirit Weapon was snuffed out of existence. The City Lord was stunned for a moment before recognising the ability, "The Millinger's Inhibition Dome!" He grabbed his wife in a protective embrace as the duo were sucked into the tunnel whose entrance closed shut promptly after. "Yo!" A middle-aged woman greeted the husband-and-wife duo as they continued to fall through the tunnel. "Who are you?" The Resnesk City Lord shouted in alarm as he was currently in a somewhat helpless state, unable to use his Spirit Weapons anymore. His only mode of fighting now was to unleash his Kinesis Deity form and engage in close combat. But if he were to do that, his wife would come under harm. She wasn't a Royal and only had Silver Grade strength. That wasn't enough to protect herself, especially in this situation as they fell to the end of the tunnel and landed in a large room. Primary Nature—Kinesis Deity! The Resnesk City Lord transformed into a ten-metre tall golden giant, the size of his Kinesis Deity form signifying his cultivation at the 8-Life Stage. He was alarmed to the extreme, detecting Gold Grade Pranic Beasts around him, everywhere. The number surpassed a hundred, terrifying him, "W-Who are you? Why do you all have the presence of an Empyrean Tusk?" The dome was built like a stadium, with rows of seats littered across it in a circle. In the centre was an open space in the shape of a circle, spanning a radius of hundred metres. It was a decently large space to fight. His gaze flashed across the seated people, nervous as due to the effects of Inhibition Dome, he was unable to alert or contact the Brimgan Empire for reinforcements, 'How the heck did such a force manage to infiltrate our territory?' "I'll start first." Vhalla cracked her neck and landed ten metres away from the Resnesk City Lord, stating calmly, "You'll be fighting to the death against me, Resnesk City Lord. If you manage to kill me, we'll set you free." "If you understand it, let's begin." Saying so, her figure flickered before him and slammed a punch to his chest, causing it to crack in response. "Remove the Inhibition Dome!" Vhalla stared at the middle-aged woman nearby and ordered, "It's not fun otherwise." "You sure?" Gannala asked in response and jumped away, using the Inhibition Dome in the tunnel they fell from. This way, even if the Resnesk City Lord wanted to contact his people, he would have to send a stream of Prana through the tunnel. It would instantly lose its effect once it touches the Inhibition Dome. "Now, go all out." Vhalla grinned and stared at the Resnesk City Lord's wife, "Both of you can come at me. Don't disappoint me." Part of the crowd was Inala, observing Vhalla's fight as he focused on his stomach biome, watching his Mutated Empyrean Zinger Queen unleash the effects of Mystic Bone Art on the skeleton of a Millinger and begin to fuse it into its body. It did that while absorbing the data from the skull counterpart of a Millinger while immersed in a pool of Millinger blood, reliant upon Maroppa's Prana to assimilate with it. A Mutated Empyrean Zinger King was doing the same with the data, skeleton, and blood of an Enran. Finally, the last Mutated Empyrean Zinger King worked on assimilating the data, blood, and skeleton of a Clumped Finger into it. When his Quip Tribe evolves into a Clan, these three would be evolving accordingly. Based on his calculation, they'd become the pinnacle force of his Quip Clan. They currently had the prefix of Empyrean, which means they had hit the limit of the Zinger race already. Therefore, they'd become an entirely new race post-evolution. They'll still retain characteristics of a Zinger but would have completely different abilities. Inala was just trying to fix their direction of evolution. Maroppa's Prana was more than enough to fix the direction of evolution and the resultant power they'd attain post-evolution. 'There's more than enough time to finish everything.' He patiently observed their actions, continuing to seep Prana and Lifeforce into his stomach biome to make the Quip Tribe prepared. The catalyst was the Attribute, his acquisition of which would instantly make many Tribesmen attain Clansman status. Inala made a mental count on those that would evolve, 'There are eight Tribesmen at the moment. This is more than enough for my evolution. But to expand the Quip Clan faster, I need more to reach the point where they can become Clansmen. I need to bring this number up to a hundred at the very least.' Thanks to the help of the Empyrean Tusks, Inala's biomes had become more efficient, allowing the Quip Tribe to develop faster under Inala's influence. "Argh!" The Resnesk City Lord screamed as he collapsed to the floor, exhausted to the limit, unable to fight anymore. Once all his Prana had been expended, his Kinesis Deity form came undone, reverting him to his human form. Lying beside his body were a pile of Spirit Weapon fragments. He glared at Vhalla vehemently, "The Brimgan Empire will hunt all Empyrean Tusks! We won't take this lying down." "Just as we captured Loot, we'll capture all Empyrean Tusks…" He stopped speaking upon noticing his limbs begin to shrink into his head, terrifying him. He turned his head to face the middle-aged woman being operated by Gannala, expressing fear as he turned into eight Nature Weapons. "Sweet!" Vhalla grabbed the eight Nature Weapons and played with them, "We can strengthen a lot of us with these." "Here," She threw a Nature Weapon to Inala, "This is what that woman needs, right?" "Yup," Inala nodded, 'This is the price for getting Maroppa's services.' To assist Wittral, Maroppa asked to be paid with two Nature Weapons. Upon seeing that Inala had prepared a Clumped Finger's Nature Weapon for Wittral, she asked for the same, alongside a Brimgan Royal's Nature Weapon. Maroppa planned to use them both on the child she planned to have with Orakha. This way, the child will possess the power of a Gold Grade Pranic Beast without the limitations of one. "Bring us here later." Vhalla said, "She'll give birth to our Mystic Path. So I want to get to know her better. Besides, I'm curious about the sole living Mudropper, considering our Ancestor's history with them." "Okay," Inala nodded as he prepared to exit the place. His task was to make Maroppa help all Empyrean Tusks get a Nature. With her Prime Skill of Nature Weapon Assimilation, they could get powerful Deity Forms that were in line with the Nature of Internal Inertial Gravity. Besides, with this, they would be able to morph their Empyrean Tusk forms into a humanoid variant, allowing them to fight the Boar King better. After all, this was the only way they could counter someone who had evolved to take down an Empyrean Tusk the fastest. 'We'll have to pay her a lot of Nature Weapons in response, but that's not an issue.' Inala thought as he nodded at Gannala and left. Their primary enemy in the race towards the Major Treasure of Attribute was the Brimgan Empire, especially its Royals. Hence, in the time left for Attribute to show itself, they planned to capture as many Brimgan Royals as possible and turn them into Nature Weapons. These Nature Weapons will become a valuable asset for the Mammoth Clan. Therefore, the Empyrean Tusks worked collectively to collect them. Gannala will selectively target the Brimgan Royals using the Nature Weapon of Tunnel and bring them to this battle area where the Empyrean Tusks would take turns fighting them. And once they had been defeated, she would turn them into Nature Weapons. Besides, with the body of an Empyrean Zinger King in her possession, one with the Secondary Nature of Subtle Terrain Domination, Gannala was able to erase all traces of the tunnel formation. This way, no detection means would be able to figure out how the Brimgan Royals kept disappearing. 'My daughter is the most important asset of the Mammoth Clan now.' Inala smirked as his eyes glimmered cunningly, 'Now, even if the Boar King targets her, he would have to face more than a hundred strengthened Empyrean Tusks.' Inala was aware that once he became a Zinger, he would lose the Mammoth Clan's support. By then, he planned to strengthen it to the limit and ensure Gannala was their number one priority in everything. 'You…might come to hate me in the future, Gannala. But it is what it is.' Inala sighed as he went to meet up with Maroppa, 'Only by becoming a Zinger can I face an endgame Boar King. And in the meantime, I'll create the means to safeguard your life as best as I can.' !

Chapitre 499 : La Ferme des Défenses Empyréennes - Les Royaux Brimgans Resnesk, la cité ! Le Seigneur de la Ville reposait dans son manoir, profitant d'une sieste paisible aux côtés de son épouse. Soudain, ses yeux s'ouvrirent brusquement, sentant que quelque chose n'allait pas. Il libéra immédiatement son Prana, percevant le sol sous son lit se fendre avant d'engloutir le lit et le couple. « Attends ! » hurla-t-il en invoquant son Arme Spirituelle, espérant s'accrocher au plafond pour éviter la chute. Malheureusement, le flux de Prana contrôlant son arme fut instantanément annihilé. Le Seigneur de Resnesk resta sidéré un instant avant de reconnaître l'aptitude : « Le Dôme d'Inhibition des Millinger ! » Il enlaça son épouse pour la protéger tandis qu'ils étaient aspirés dans le tunnel, dont l'entrée se referma aussitôt derrière eux. « Salut ! » lança une femme d'âge moyen, les accueillant alors qu'ils continuaient à chuter dans le conduit. « Qui êtes-vous ? » cria le Seigneur de Resnesk, paniqué, incapable désormais d'utiliser ses Armes Spirituelles. Son seul recours était de révéler sa Forme Divine Cinétique et de combattre en mêlée. Mais s'il le faisait, son épouse serait en danger. Elle n'était pas une Royale et ne possédait que la force d'Argent. Insuffisant pour se protéger ici. Ils atteignirent le fond du tunnel et atterrirent dans une vaste salle. **Nature Primaire — Forme Divine Cinétique !** Le Seigneur de Resnesk se transforma en un géant doré de dix mètres, la taille de sa forme révélant son niveau au 8ᵉ Stade de Vie. Horrifié, il sentit des Bêtes de Prana de rang Or l'entourer de toutes parts. Leur nombre dépassait la centaine. « Q-Qui êtes-vous ? Pourquoi avez-vous tous l'aura d'une Défense Empyréenne ? » Le dôme était conçu comme un stade, avec des gradins disposés en cercle. Au centre, une arène circulaire d'un rayon de cent mètres offrait un espace de combat décent. Son regard balaya l'assistance, nerveux. Sous l'effet du Dôme d'Inhibition, il ne pouvait alerter l'Empire Brimgan. *Comment une telle force a-t-elle infiltré notre territoire ?* « Je commence. » Vhalla fit craquer son cou et atterrit à dix mètres de lui. « Tu combattras à mort contre moi, Seigneur de Resnesk. Si tu me tues, tu seras libéré. » « Si tu as compris, commençons. » En un éclair, elle frappa son torse, fissurant sa carapace dorée. « Retire le Dôme d'Inhibition ! » ordonna-t-elle à la femme d'âge moyen. « Où est le plaisir sinon ? » « Certaine ? » rétorqua Gannala avant de sauter en arrière, activant le Dôme dans le tunnel. Ainsi, même si le Seigneur tentait de contacter les siens, son Prana se dissiperait au contact du Dôme. « Maintenant, donne-toi à fond. » Vhalla sourit en fixant l'épouse du Seigneur. « Vous pouvez m'affronter ensemble. Ne me décevez pas. » Parmi la foule, Inala observait le combat tout en surveillant son biome stomacal. Sa Reine Zinger Empyréenne Mutante appliquait l'Art Mystique des Os sur le squelette d'un Millinger, fusionnant avec lui. Elle absorbait simultanément les données d'un crâne de Millinger, baignant dans un bassin de sang, soutenue par le Prana de Maroppa. Un Roi Zinger Empyréen Mutant accomplissait la même chose avec les données, le squelette et le sang d'un Enran. Un dernier Roi Zinger travaillait sur ceux d'un Doigt Aggloméré. Quand sa Tribu Quip évoluerait en Clan, ces trois-là suivraient. Selon ses calculs, ils deviendraient la force ultime du Clan Quip. Le préfixe « Empyréen » indiquait qu'ils avaient atteint la limite raciale des Zingers. Ils formeraient donc une nouvelle race post-évolution, conservant des traits de Zingers mais avec des capacités radicalement différentes. Inala orientait simplement leur évolution. Le Prana de Maroppa suffisait à garantir leur puissance future. *Il reste assez de temps pour tout finaliser.* Il infusa encore du Prana et de la Force Vitale dans son biome, préparant sa Tribu. Le catalyseur serait l'Attribut : son acquisition propulserait instantanément de nombreux Tribaux au statut de Clansmen. *Huit Tribaux sont prêts. Suffisant pour mon évolution. Mais pour accélérer l'expansion du Clan Quip, j'en ai besoin d'une centaine.* Grâce aux Défenses Empyréennes, ses biomes étaient plus efficaces, accélérant le développement de la Tribu. « Aaaah ! » Le Seigneur de Resnesk s'effondra, épuisé. Son Prana épuisé, sa Forme Divine se dissipa. À ses côtés gisaient des fragments d'Armes Spirituelles. Il foudroya Vhalla du regard : « L'Empire Brimgan traquera toutes les Défenses Empyréennes ! Nous ne resterons pas sans réagir. » « Comme nous avons capturé Loot, nous vous capture— » Sa voix s'étrangla en voyant ses membres se rétracter dans sa tête. Terrifié, il vit Gannala manipuler la femme d'âge moyen avant de se transformer en huit Armes de Nature. « Parfait ! » Vhalla attrapa les armes. « On va pouvoir renforcer pas mal de monde avec ça. » Elle en lança une à Inala. « C'est bien ce dont cette femme a besoin, non ? » « Exact », acquiesça-t-il. *C'est le prix pour les services de Maroppa.* Pour aider Wittral, Maroppa exigeait deux Armes de Nature : une de Doigt Aggloméré et une de Royal Brimgan. Elle les utiliserait pour son enfant avec Orakha, lui conférant la puissance d'une Bête de Prana Or sans ses limites. « Amène-nous la voir plus tard », dit Vhalla. « Elle donnera naissance à notre Voie Mystique. Je veux faire sa connaissance. Et puis, je suis curieuse envers la dernière Mudropper, vu notre histoire commune. » « D'accord. » Inala s'apprêta à partir. Sa mission était de convaincre Maroppa d'aider les Défenses Empyréennes à obtenir une Nature. Avec son Habileté Primaire d'Assimilation d'Armes de Nature, elles pourraient acquérir des Formes Divines compatibles avec la Nature de Gravité Inertielle Interne. Ainsi, elles pourraient prendre une forme humanoïde, mieux combattre le Roi Sanglier. Seule solution pour contrer un ennemi conçu pour les abattre. *Nous lui devrons beaucoup d'Armes de Nature, mais c'est un moindre mal.* Il salua Gannala et partit. Leur principal adversaire dans la course à l'Attribut restait l'Empire Brimgan, surtout ses Royaux. D'ici à l'apparition de l'Attribut, ils captureraient autant de Royaux Brimgans que possible pour en faire des Armes de Nature, atouts précieux pour le Clan Mammouth. Les Défenses Empyréennes œuvraient donc ensemble pour les collecter. Gannala ciblerait sélectivement les Royaux via l'Arme de Nature du Tunnel, les amenant dans cette arène où les Défenses Empyréennes les affronteraient à tour de rôle. Une fois vaincus, elle les transformerait. Avec un corps de Roi Zinger Empyréen doté de la Nature Secondaire de Domination Subtile du Terrain, elle effaçait toute trace des tunnels. Aucun moyen de détection ne pourrait remonter jusqu'à eux. *Ma fille est désormais l'atout majeur du Clan Mammouth.* Inala sourit, rusé. *Même si le Roi Sanglier la vise, il devra affronter plus de cent Défenses Empyréennes renforcées.* Il savait qu'en devenant Zinger, il perdrait le soutien du Clan. D'ici là, il le renforcerait au maximum et ferait de Gannala sa priorité absolue. *Tu... finiras peut-être par me haïr, Gannala. Mais c'est nécessaire.* Il soupira en allant retrouver Maroppa. *Seul un Zinger peut affronter un Roi Sanglier endgame. En attendant, je te protégerai coûte que coûte.*