[What…hit us?]
A Gold Grade Pranic Beast got up, regenerating its limbs as it observed that it, alongside the rest of the 60 Gold Grade Pranic Beasts was in a crater. The bodies of all Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were tough, and hence they all survived, albeit riddled with severe injuries.
The only reason they had survived that was the ball hurled at them was loosely packed. Once all Prana and Lifespan of the Gold Grade Pranic Beast were absorbed, its body became weak, with its cells having deteriorated to the extreme.
Hence, as the ball flew through the air, it burned up well, not having much substance when it impacted upon its targets. As a result, the targeted Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were alive.
And as they got up one after another and exited the crater, they noticed the Royal Zinger staring at them.
[That throw…is a warning for us. If we continue with what we were about to do, we'll all die!]
The calmest Gold Grade Pranic Beast analysed the Royal Zinger's intention and bowed in the direction of the latter, informing the group. As it bowed, it noticed a piece of bone at the centre of the crater, amidst burning piles of flesh and blood. A sentence was carved on it. Upon seeing it, the calm Gold Grade Pranic Beast shook its head and signalled the group to disperse.
[Target the Brimgan Empire as you please in the future.]
That was the statement carved in the sphere of bone. It meant that the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts could scheme against the Brimgan Empire as usual, but only in the future. Interpreting it further, it meant that they could only target the Brimgan Empire once the chaos resulting from the reveal of the Major Treasure of Attribute subsided.
Many Gold Grade Pranic Beasts in the group were discontent but they couldn't voice any complaints. After all, that would mean having to face a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast.
It was the respect and fear a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast garnered. This was what a Mystic Empyrean Tentacle experienced across Sumatra, the case being the same for the Empyrean Boar King. And now, the Royal Zinger was no different.
An existence that had surpassed a race's natural limitation. That was a Mystic Grade existence. And that one line from the Royal Zinger dispersed the group of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts.
As for the horde rushing into the Brimgan Empire? The sheer presence unleashed by the Royal Zinger made them feel weak, with only those at the Silver Grade and above being able to move.
Iron Grade Pranic Beasts that formed the bulk of the horde couldn't budge an inch from their spot. And then, they witnessed a scene that would come to haunt them for the rest of their lives, something that would go down in the annals of history as an object of terror.
One after another, the strongest Pranic Beasts in the horde began to drop down as lifeless husks, deprived of all their Prana and Lifespan.
[Spare me!]
[We'll retreat!]
[Please!]
Silver Grade Pranic Beasts screamed in their respective language as the Royal Zinger picked them up casually and chucked them in its mouth. Its jaws were ridiculously tough, not even being scratched by the attacks of the resisting Silver Grade Pranic Beasts as they were munched upon.
[Return to your homes!]
[Return to your homes!]
[Return to your homes!]
The Royal Zinger opened its mouth and repeated this statement three times, with each statement conforming to the most popular language in the region. And that was all. The horde began to slowly retreat once the Royal Zinger retracted its presence.
The presence of one existence alone could change the tides of a Major Disaster. Witnessing it firsthand, Inala was in a state of disbelief, even though he was the one who had done it. 'Until now, I used the Boar King's presence to affect a crowd. But now, my own presence does the same.'
It was hard to realise how absurdly powerful he had gotten while facing a broken existence like Brangara. And now that Inala could compare himself with the regular humans and Pranic Beasts, he could have a clear understanding of what he could do and was capable of.
Inala turned around and noticed a stream of ships flying towards his location from the capital, led by Boul Brimgan. Once Boul Brimgan had stabilised the chaos in the capital and surrounding cities that had been targeted by Brangara, he hurriedly gathered all the forces he could muster and rushed towards the breach in the Empire.
Thankfully, the Major Treasure—Hidden Eye—hadn't appeared yet, allowing him to save a lot of time by travelling through the air instead of on the ground. The meteor strikes from Brangara had demolished most of the roads in the Southern Veins.
And without water, the Northern Lakes were a series of craters now. As a result, all transportation systems of the Brimgan Empire had come to a standstill. Without air travel, it would have taken them months to reach the breach. By then, the invasion would have reached the capital itself.
Boul Brimgan condensed a boat and landed on it, making it fly towards the Royal Zinger as quickly as possible. Upon seeing his approach, Inala reverted to human form, extending his hand for a shake, "I believe this is the first time we're meeting."
For convenience's sake, Inala assumed his female form, for that was familiar to the higher-ups of the Brimgan Empire.
"You!" Harla Brimgan's eyes seethed in anger upon seeing Inala's female form. But a raise of Boul Brimgan's hand and she controlled herself.
"I'm Boul Brimgan, the newly appointed Emperor of the Brimgan Empire." Boul Brimgan accepted the handshake, "I appreciate your help…"
"Amita, you can address me as such." Inala sported a professional smile, "As someone who shares the name of Brimgan, it's just my duty to protect the Brimgan Empire."
"How dare you lie?" Harla Brimgan was unable to rein in her anger as she landed before Inala with a loud bang, "I saw you fusing with the body of another male to become the current you."
"Oh, you mean this?" Inala switched to his male form and uttered, "I gained this by stealing the power of a special Mammoth Clansman. My grandfather had a deal with a Mudropper through whom my current existence has been made a reality."
"I'm curious to hear more about your story." Boul Brimgan said and pointed at the ship in the air, "Do you mind accompanying me for a chat alongside some tea?"
"This isn't a good time for that." Inala assumed female form and said upon looking around, "There's too much damage. Take care of the people first and then patch up the breach in the Lotus Range. My warning towards the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts in this region will expire in a few months. They'll invade immediately after."
"Thank you for buying time for us. I'm grateful for that." Boul Brimgan said, concealing his disappointment of being unable to chat.
"I'll return once the Brimgan Empire regains its function," Inala said and turned around after nodding in acknowledgement towards other ministers on the ships, intending to leave.
"You're heading somewhere?" Boul Brimgan asked in concern. "Shouldn't you stay here to help our recovery?"
"I would love to, but time's running short." Inala said with a tone of emergency, "My grandfather, Fhoong Brimgan taught and raised me intending to counter the Boar King. But right as I became the Royal Zinger, the Empyrean Boar King evolved into a Celestial Boar. If I allow him some free time, he'd become unstoppable."
"I was born special, you see. When I was born, I had 100 Prana." Inala eyed Harla Brimgan and spoke, "My story wasn't a lie. But there's one fact you're not aware of."
"Brangara's wife, Yarsha Zahara is the same as me. And she's forging a Human Avatar out of purely Sumatra Gold. Even though she's a Free Human, she's the mother of the Wean Clan. If I don't actively try to suppress them now, there's no hope in stopping them." He sighed, "So, I have a lot of work to do for the time being."
He stared at Boul Brimgan and patted the latter's shoulder, "We'll have a proper chat once I return. Even though I didn't grow up in the Brimgan Empire, I was raised as one by my grandfather. So, fret not. Even after becoming a Pranic Beast, my core values remain the same."
Stage 2—Wing!
Inala's arms and legs grew to a length of two metres as a faint wind was stirred up to generate a lift. Soon, Inala was gliding across the sky, flying in a certain direction.
"Boul, don't trust her." Harla Brimgan gritted her teeth, "I trusted her the most but she betrayed me. She snatched the Major Treasure for her selfish purpose and was accompanied by an Empyrean Snapper while doing so. This Empyrean Snapper could freely switch between human and Pranic Beast forms just like Loot."
"Tell me everything, mother." Boul Brimgan sand and accessed the Information Slip given to him by Harla Brimgan, becoming aware of everything concerning Amita Brimgan's actions in the Brimgan Empire for the past 13 years and the supposed story of her past. "I understand now."
He stared at her to ask, "Are we still in contact with the Ganrimb Kingdom?"
"It has been wiped out recently. But once a century, there was an exchange of information between Fhoong Brimgan and one of our ministers who has continued to support him." Harla Brimgan said, "We've managed to verify all the information from her story other than any records related to her personal life."
"Then, we'll continue with the status quo," Boul Brimgan said, "Irrespective of the reasons, we have the Royal Zinger on our side. That protection is necessary until we finish strengthening ourselves."
"So, we'll recognise the Royal Zinger as the Brimgan Empire's guardian." Boul Brimgan said as he announced to the ministers nearby, "Publicise this information across all languages used in regions far and wide. Let every single human and Pranic Beast know that the Royal Zinger's human identity is Amita Brimgan. She's a proud Brimgan Royal and now, I proclaim her with the title,"
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