Chapter 747 - Translation

Chapter 747: Run, Wrunnala! Kill Him!  "Delicious!" The Celestial Boar roared in ecstasy at the sublime taste, "Again and again, I'm reminded..." "Of how great an Empyrean Tusk tastes!" He revealed his bloody teeth and laughed, "And now, with three Natures, your taste has gotten even richer!" "Dammit!" Orakha cursed as he constantly changed his Human Avatar and strengthened his Mystic Eater, causing it to rapidly consume the heavy air in its path and speed towards the Celestial Boar. After falling to the Body Stage, he had to exert greater force to be as dangerous as before when he was at the 2-Life Stage. 'His attacks can reach me even through my absolute state?' The Celestial Boar's eyes widened to see the golden Mystic Eater rapidly approaching him, 'It's not as fast as before, but it's still as fast as the Spirit Weapon of a Brimgan Royal.' 'But no matter, I can strengthen my defence further.' He thought as in response, particles present in the air rapidly swarmed the golden Mystic Eater and formed a layer over it, slowing it down further. Astral World-Imprison! Once imprisoned, the golden Mystic Eater couldn't move its body. But as it was still a Spirit Weapon, Orakha could continue to move it. However, the layer of dust attached to it acted as the Celestial Boar's Spirit Weapon, causing the latter to unleash psychokinesis upon it too. "Yarsha," The Celestial Boar said as Yarsha Zahara immediately sent her kite-shaped Spirit Weapon flying, intending to make the golden Mystic Eater hers. But right as the two Spirit Weapons were about to make contact, the golden Mystic Eater exploded. "There's nothing you can do, Orakha. Not alone," The Celestial Boar muttered as it took another chomp of Rhanalla. But right as he had taken a bite, a second body of Rhanalla appeared. The ten strongest Empyrean Tusks had already entered the 2-Life Stage. And when Rhanalla was trapped thanks to the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Statue and the 39 Tangible Natures of Petrified Geese, she waited for her opportunity. Right as her first body got killed, she appeared nearby. Since the body turned still thanks to the Minor Treasure and 39 Tangible Natures was dead, there was no connection that would influence the second body. Thereby, even if her first body remained within her Spirit Weapon range, she wasn't affected. It was why she waited until her first body died before appearing. And right as she did, she collapsed the space in her biomes. Her body was pulled to her centre of mass and turned into a point-blank spherical mass. Gravity intensified due to the mass concentration, sparking a fusion reaction in the centre that caused it to turn into a sun for the fraction of a second. Boom! A violent solar flare slammed into the Celestial Boar who raised its arms in defence, eyes blanking for an instant from the sheer heat and light. A second later, the Celestial Boar kneeled on the ground, its body charred black. However, the injury wasn't life-threatening. Prana surged through the body and rapidly healed the damage. In the meantime, the Celestial Boar swapped its body with an uninjured one, getting up immediately after. "It hurt, but that's it." The Celestial Boar said as tens of thousands of Satellites fell from its body, "I won't die to the same attack a second time." It then picked up the compressed mass and chucked it into its mouth, "Tastes like a burnt piece of flesh, but it will do too." The Celestial Boar's stomach rumbled in response as its Primary Nature of Voracious Cultivator worked in full swing, digesting everything of value from Rhanalla's two corpses. And then, followed by a thunderous roar, it released a powerful fart, ejecting all the soil and other inedible substances that had once been part of Rhanalla's biomes. "Onto the next one!" The Celestial Boar watched as Yarsha Zahara was busy digesting the blood obtained from Rhanalla to digest the damage sustained from the latter's final attack. Placing her on its shoulder, it leapt onto the closest Empyrean Tusk. "Kill! Kill him!" Wrunnala roared and slammed with her hammer, only able to pierce four hundred metres through the absolute dome surrounding the Celestial Boar. To land an attack on the latter, she would have to waddle through a distance of 3.6 kilometres where the air would constantly weigh down on her and push her away. And even if she manages to reach all the way to the centre, the strength remaining in her blows wouldn't even scratch the Celestial Boar. After all, even without Subtle Terrain Domination being in her way, Wrunnala would have to attack the Celestial Boar with a series of full-powered hits to injure the latter. The situation was depressing, especially since the Celestial Boar had enough Prana to last for a while after consuming Rhanalla. It was why Brangara had activated Subtle Terrain Domination only when he judged to get the opportunity to swallow an Empyrean Tusk right after making use of it. Otherwise, even with all the preparations, including the Natures stored in the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Gracious Inheritor that could serve as a reservoir of Prana, the Celestial Boar will run on fumes in a matter of seconds. Kurralala! Fierce gales accompanied by intense shockwaves rammed into the dome around the Celestial Boar as the Empyrean Tusks coupled their attacks, planning to exhaust their enemy's Prana reserves. The strongest Empyrean Tusks were 1.6-kilometre-tall humanoid giants now, their hammers bombarding the dome and causing violent ripples throughout it. Boom! Boom! Kaboom! "Husband..." Yarsha Zahara became worried as the Empyrean Tusks began to combine their attacks in sync, acting as a team. And every attack from them stressed Brangara's mind, even if he didn't show it. 'Controlling eight Natures of Subtle Terrain Domination atop the influence from its other Natures should be taking a serious toll on his mind.' [It's nothing I can't handle. While I'm focused on the Empyrean Tusks, keep a watch on Orakha.] Her eyes widened as Brangara communicated with her through an Information Slip. From the beginning, she hadn't lost sight of Orakha, aware that he could counter her easily. And in their short fight, she came close to death twice, even in a situation where she was being supported by Brangara. Boom! The Celestial Boar rushed into the closest Empyrean Tusk, hurling needle-shaped tornadoes at the latter. Slabs of bone behaving as Satellites mixed within the exoskeleton in its battle state and guarded the Empyrean Tusk. However, like a sawtooth cutting through slabs of wood, the tornadoes drilled through the defences systematically. The ground also hardened and transformed into spikes to bombard the Empyrean Tusk. Thunderous sounds resounded rapidly for a few seconds before the Empyrean Tusk trembled, finding it hard to move anymore as it entered the Spirit Weapon range of the Celestial Boar. Moreover, similar to Rhanalla, the Tangible Nature Minor Treasure of Statue had fused with her body, followed by 39 Tangible Natures of Petrified Geese. "Thank you for the mean..." Brangara had just opened his mouth in an effort to bite down on the Empyrean Tusk's head when the eyes of the latter burst open and spilling out of it was a horde of Mystic Eaters. "Husband!" Yarsha Zahara shrieked in shock as the Mystic Eaters spilt into the Celestial Boar's mouth and drilled into his flesh, quickly hiding there to avoid her Spirit Weapon. But right as her kite-shaped Spirit Weapon intended to chase after them, a golden Mystic Eater rapidly drilled through the Spirit Weapon range of the Celestial Boar, targeting its chest. "Dammit!" She had no other choice but to take defensive action because the Celestial Boar's mind was too occupied now. It wasn't able to use the Nature of Imprison fast enough to hinder the golden Mystic Eater. 'I have to kill at least her.' Orakha thought with focus, 'They are able to protect the weaknesses of each other, which reduces our means of resistance. As long as I manage to kill her, then a lot of weaknesses will open up for the Celestial Boar.' 'Even if we fail here, others can take advantage of it.' He let out a deep breath, not thinking about revival, for his goal was to ensure Maroppa could survive. As long as he manages to ensure her safety, he can reunite with her in the future, no matter how long that takes, since he would have to travel through the land route of Sumatra. Without Maroppa's assistance, reaching the Manu Enclave would be impossible as the Sandy- Grey Void wasn't manoeuvrable for him or anyone else. "This will be my final attack," He muttered and began to tap his chest. Tertiary Nature-Mystic Eater! Mystic Eaters jutted out of his Human Avatar and began to make modifications. Taking centre, the place of the heart was the Sumatra Gold as usual. He had eight pieces in him at the moment, most of which were gained from Yarsha Zahara's arm that he had consumed during the fight. Surrounding the pieces of Sumatra Gold were minerals sources from the Influenced Region of Golden Deity, 'I need speed, as much as possible.' 'And something that will trigger even if she manages to absorb it.' He thought, beginning to build an unstable Human Avatar, 'Once it starts the countdown, it cannot be stopped.' Like a building that had begun to collapse, it wouldn't stop even if the owners changed. Orakha's Human Avatar turned sky blue, with arching shades of violet. The majority of the minerals he stored in his Human Avatar were related to heat, sound, plasma, and minerals from the Influenced Region of Golden Giant. He focused on his fastest mode, one where he could become a bolt of lightning with the mouth of a Mystic Eater. It was his most offensive mode but the control and defensive aspects were abysmal. 'I just need a small window.' Mystic Bone Art-Bone Slip! He contacted Wrunnala, the 10th Empyrean Tusk who stood near him in human form, keeping him safe from the artillery strike that the Celestial Boar continued to launch every few seconds, for that was the most damaging to an Empyrean Tusk. [Release everyone!] Wrunnala was confused by his statement. [The Mammoth Clansmen aren't strong. Besides, their attacks would only be absorbed by Yarsha Zahara!] [That's alright. I need a distraction. So, release everyone, including the Bone Vipers! And tell all the big sisters to use all their lanterns. I only need a moment's window to kill Yarsha!] The Empyrean Tusk was silent for a moment before nodding in response, aware that the longer she delayed, the more her brethren would become the Celestial Boar's food. She inhaled a deep breath before unleashing a strong trumpet, following which she assumed Empyrean Tusk form. [I'll forge a path for you!] Wrunnala said as she spat out all her Mammoth Clansmen and Bone Vipers, raining them down everywhere. Without a moment's hesitation, everyone bombarded the Celestial Boar's dome. "Be careful!" Yarsha Zahara said in a hurry as her eyes darted around in a fluster, "I lost sight of Orakha. I cannot detect him anymore." "If necessary, use the Kinesis Feline for defence. It's not as important as our lives." The Celestial Boar muttered softly and gobbled another Empyrean Tusk, grunting in pain as there was an outbreak of Mystic Eaters in its body, consuming it from the insides. Its Prana served as their nutrition, allowing them to multiply in large numbers, 'I need to do something about them before I'm done for!' The Celestial Boar harnessed Subtle Terrain Domination into its body, manipulating the blood to form blades that served the Mystic Eaters. However, the resources of its body were too nutrient-rich. After a single gulp, a Mystic Eater grew enough to multiply into four individuals, increasing their population exponentially, faster than the rate at which they were getting killed. "Now!" After every Empyrean Tusk brought out the entirety of their respective Mammoth Clan, causing everyone to bombard attacks on the Celestial Boar, Wrunnala roared and charged straight into its absolute dome. Wind shredded its exoskeleton in a matter of seconds as its bloody self rushed in further. Right in response, hundreds of storage lanterns landed on the dome, opening their vacuum entrances to suck in the ambient air, reducing the density of air within the dome. "Run, Wrunnala!" Nitalla shrieked as she collapsed her gravity and turned into a miniature sun, bombarding the Celestial Boar with a solar flare. One after another, the Empyrean Tusks committed suicide, stretching the Celestial Boar's concentration to the limit, allowing Wrunnala to reach the centre and ram into her opponent, bellowing at her hardest, "Now!" "Orakha!" !

Chapitre 747 : Cours, Wrunnala ! Tue-le ! « Délicieux ! » Le Sanglier Céleste rugit de plaisir devant cette saveur exquise. « Encore et encore, on me le rappelle... » « À quel point une Défense Empyréenne est savoureuse ! » Il dévoila ses crocs rougis en ricanant. « Et maintenant, avec trois Natures, ton goût est encore plus intense ! » « Merde ! » Orakha jura tout en modifiant sans cesse son Avatar Humain et en renforçant son Mangeur Mystique, lui faisant absorber l’air dense sur son passage pour foncer vers le Sanglier Céleste. Après être retombé au Niveau Corporel, il devait puiser davantage de force pour rester aussi redoutable qu'au Niveau 2-Vies. *Ses attaques peuvent m’atteindre même dans mon état absolu ?* Les yeux du Sanglier Céleste s’écarquillèrent devant le Mangeur Mystique doré qui approchait rapidement. *Moins rapide qu’avant, mais comparable à une Arme Spirituelle d’un Royal Brimgan.* *Peu importe, je peux renforcer ma défense.* Des particules présentes dans l’air s’agglutinèrent aussitôt autour du Mangeur Mystique, formant une gangue qui le ralentit encore. Emprisonnement du Monde Astral ! Le Mangeur Mystique doré, immobilisé, demeurait sous le contrôle d’Orakha. Mais la poussière agissait comme une extension de l’Arme Spirituelle du Sanglier Céleste, lui permettant d’exercer une emprise psychokinétique. « Yarsha », appela-t-il. Yarsha Zahara projeta aussitôt son Arme Spirituelle en forme de cerf-volant pour s’emparer du Mangeur Mystique. Au moment du contact, ce dernier explosa. « Tu es impuissant, Orakha. Tout seul », murmura le Sanglier Céleste en dévorant un nouveau morceau de Rhanalla. Mais un second corps de Rhanalla apparut aussitôt. Les dix plus puissantes Défenses Empyréennes avaient déjà atteint le Niveau 2-Vies. Piégée par le Petit Trésor de Nature Tangible de Statue et les 39 Natures d’Oies Pétrifiées, Rhanalla avait attendu son heure. Dès que son premier corps succomba, elle se matérialisa à proximité. Le lien avec le corps immobilisé étant rompu, son second corps demeurait libre. Ainsi, même si le premier restait à portée de son Arme Spirituelle, elle n’en subissait plus les effets. Elle laissa alors l’espace s’effondrer dans ses biomes. Son corps, attiré vers son centre de masse, se comprima en une sphère dense. La gravité s’intensifia, déclenchant une réaction de fusion qui la transforma en un soleil éphémère. Boom ! Une éruption solaire frappa le Sanglier Céleste, qui leva les bras pour se protéger, aveuglé par l’éclat. Une seconde plus tard, il s’agenouilla, la chair carbonisée. La blessure n’était pas mortelle. Le prana circula, régénérant ses tissus. Il échangea son corps contre un autre intact et se releva. « Douleur passagère. Je ne mourrai pas deux fois de la même manière. » Il saisit la masse compressée et l’avala. « Un goût de brûlé, mais acceptable. » Son estomac gronda tandis que sa Nature Primaire de Vorace Cultivateur digérait l’essence des deux corps de Rhanalla. Puis, avec un rugissement, il expulsa les résidus indigestes sous forme de pet tonitruant. « Au suivant ! » Il observa Yarsha Zahara, occupée à assimiler le sang de Rhanalla pour soigner ses blessures. La hissant sur son épaule, il bondit vers la Défense Empyréenne la plus proche. « Tue-le ! Tue-le ! » Wrunnala frappa de son marteau, ne pénétrant que quatre cents mètres dans le dôme absolu. Pour l’atteindre, il lui faudrait traverser 3,6 kilomètres d’air comprimé qui la repousserait sans cesse. Même au centre, ses coups n’égratigneraient pas le Sanglier Céleste. Sans la Domination Subtile du Terrain, elle devrait enchaîner les attaques pour l’entamer. La situation était critique. Le Sanglier Céleste, repu de prana après avoir dévoré Rhanalla, tenait bon. Brangara n’avait activé la Domination Subtile qu’après avoir jugé pouvoir absorber une autre Défense Empyréenne. Sans cela, malgré les préparatifs – dont les Natures stockées dans le Petit Trésor de Gracieux Héritier –, il se serait épuisé en secondes. Kurralala ! Des rafales et ondes de choc martelèrent le dôme tandis que les Défenses Empyréennes unissaient leurs forces pour épuiser le prana de l’ennemi. Les plus puissantes, désormais des géants de 1,6 kilomètre, frappaient avec leurs marteaux, provoquant des ondulations violentes. Boom ! Boom ! Kaboum ! « Mon mari... » Yarsha Zahara s’inquiéta. Les Défenses Empyréennes synchronisaient leurs assauts, chaque coup pesant sur l’esprit de Brangara. *Contrôler huit Natures de Domination Subtile en plus des autres doit le consumer.* [Je tiens. Surveille Orakha pendant que je gère les Défenses.] Elle sursauta en entendant Brangara via une Bulle d’Information. Elle n’avait jamais perdu Orakha de vue, sachant qu’il pouvait la contrer. Durant leur bref affrontement, elle avait frôlé la mort deux fois, malgré le soutien de Brangara. Boom ! Le Sanglier Céleste chargea la Défense Empyréenne la plus proche, projetant des tornades acérées. Des plaques osseuses, telles des satellites, renforcèrent son exosquelette pour la protéger. Mais les tornades transpercèrent les défenses comme une scie traversant du bois. Le sol se hérissa de pics, bombardant la Défense Empyréenne. Des explosions retentirent avant qu’elle ne tremble, peinant à bouger sous l’emprise de l’Arme Spirituelle du Sanglier Céleste. Comme Rhanalla, le Petit Trésor de Statue et les 39 Natures d’Oies Pétrifiées fusionnèrent avec son corps. « Merci pour le repas... » Brangara s’apprêtait à mordre sa tête quand les yeux de la Défense Empyréenne s’ouvrirent brusquement, libérant une nuée de Mangeurs Mystiques. « Mon mari ! » Yarsha Zahara hurla, horrifiée, tandis que les Mangeurs Mystiques envahissaient la gueule du Sanglier Céleste, perforant sa chair pour s’y cacher. Son Arme Spirituelle en cerf-volant tenta de les poursuivre, mais un Mangeur Mystique doré fendit l’air vers sa poitrine. « Merde ! » Elle n’eut d’autre choix que de parer, l’esprit du Sanglier Céleste trop occupé pour activer à temps son Emprisonnement. *Je dois la tuer.* Orakha se concentra. *Ils se couvrent mutuellement, limitant nos options. Sa mort ouvrira des failles.* *Même si nous échouons ici, d’autres en profiteront.* Il exhala, pensant à Maroppa. Tant qu’elle survivait, il la retrouverait, même s’il lui fallait traverser Sumatra à pied. Sans elle, le Vide Gris-Sable resterait infranchissable. « Ce sera mon dernier coup », murmura-t-il en touchant sa poitrine. Nature Tertiaire-Mangeur Mystique ! Des Mangeurs Mystiques jaillirent de son Avatar Humain, se modifiant. Au centre, près de son cœur, brillait l’Or de Sumatra – huit fragments, dont la plupart provenaient du bras de Yarsha Zahara. Autour, des minerais de la Région Influencée du Dieu Doré. *Il me faut de la vitesse. Et une attaque irréversible.* Il forgea un Avatar Humain instable. Une fois déclenché, rien ne l’arrêterait, même sous un nouveau maître. L’Avatar devint bleu ciel, irisé de violet. Les minerais stockés concernaient chaleur, son, plasma et ceux du Géant Doré. Il opta pour son mode le plus rapide : un éclair doté d’une gueule de Mangeur Mystique. Puissant, mais imprécis. *Une brèche suffira.* Art Mystique des Os-Bulle d’Os ! Il contacta Wrunnala, la 10ᵉ Défense Empyréenne, qui le protégeait des projectiles du Sanglier Céleste. [Libère tout le monde !] Wrunnala hésita. [Les membres du Clan Mammouth sont trop faibles. Yarsha Zahara absorberait leurs attaques !] [Peu importe. J’ai besoin d’une diversion. Libère même les Vipères d’Os ! Ordonne aux grandes sœurs d’utiliser leurs lanternes. Il me faut une ouverture pour tuer Yarsha !] Un silence. Puis elle acquiesça, sachant que chaque seconde coûtait des vies. Elle inspira profondément avant de barrir, reprenant sa forme de Défense Empyréenne. [Je t’ouvrirai la voie !] Wrunnala cracha les membres du Clan Mammouth et les Vipères d’Os, qui bombardèrent aussitôt le dôme. « Attention ! » Yarsha Zahara paniqua. « Orakha a disparu. Je ne le sens plus. » « Utilise le Félin Kinésique si nécessaire. Nos vies passent d’abord. » Le Sanglier Céleste avala une autre Défense Empyréenne, grognant de douleur tandis que les Mangeurs Mystiques se multipliaient en lui. Son prana les nourrissait, accélérant leur prolifération. *Je dois les éliminer avant qu’ils ne me dévorent !* Il canalisa la Domination Subtile dans son corps, transformant son sang en lames pour les trancher. Mais les ressources étaient trop riches. Chaque Mangeur Mystique, après une gorgée, se divisait en quatre, surpassant leur taux d’éradication. « Maintenant ! » Tandis que les Défenses Empyréennes libéraient leurs Clans Mammouth, Wrunnala rugit et chargea le dôme. Le vent lacéra son exosquelette en secondes, mais elle progressa, couverte de sang. Des centaines de lanternes se posèrent sur le dôme, aspirant l’air pour en réduire la densité. « Cours, Wrunnala ! » Nitalla s’effondra en un soleil miniature, bombardant le Sanglier Céleste. Une à une, les Défenses Empyréennes se sacrifièrent, poussant la concentration de Brangara à la limite. Wrunnala atteignit le centre, hurlant : « Maintenant ! » « Orakha ! »