If Inala spent time and resources to recreate the unstable Vara Spirit Weapon—with the effect of Voracious Cultivator—that stored a Tangible Millinger, time and again, using it to imprint traces on his Prana that was then fed into Rutham, the Rutham would eventually turn into a Spirit Weapon.
For the past five years, Inala has already had the means to do it. However, he had only refrained from doing so for one reason—influence.
Secondary Nature—Weapon Hands!
It allowed him to turn his hands into a Spirit Weapon for whatever mineral he touched. And influence stemming from it was of no concern, thanks to his Primary Nature, which kept switching his organs and prevented any influence from accumulating.
However, if his Weapon Hands were to turn into a Minor Treasure, the influence would power through his entire body, including all three sets of internal organs.
Inala had no intentions of reaching that point unless he entered the Mystic Grade. Also, Inala was still researching the dynamics that would come into play once his Weapon Hands became Minor Treasures.
Before he was absolutely sure about it, he had no plans to go overboard. And even now, it was the same.
The Rutham on his right, currently resembling the face of a Millinger partially, wasn’t a Minor Treasure. It was just a Spirit Weapon refined to a state closer to being a Minor Treasure.
Once it appeared, Inala severed his right hand and watched the Rutham turn into a golden flash and appear at the edge of his Spirit Weapon range. From there, it stared at Rhonya as spikes appeared on its partially formed neck part.
And then, small spikes of Rutham rained down on the Zinger Princess.
Primary Nature—Homing Satellite!
Secondary Nature—Accel Hurl!
Tertiary Nature—Pana Stitch!
Prana Stitch—Accel Hurl!
A Homing Satellite appeared before Rhonya in the nick of time and was shredded to bits. As the tiny, Rutham Spikes continued to rain, a second Homing Satellite wrapped around Rhonya, protecting her for less than a second before being torn apart.
Rhonya threw her Inhibition Satellite to destroy the stream of psychokinesis controlling the Rutham Spirit Weapon in the shape of a Millinger face. However, Rutham spikes bombarded it to shreds too. ’They aren’t being propelled, but launched by psychokinesis!’
The spikes were similar to bullets than Spirit Weapons. As there was no psychokinesis fuelling them, they didn’t lose power thanks to the effects of the Inhibition Bomb. And by the time the Inhibiton Bomb reached the Rutham Spirit Weapon, it was shredded to bits by the spikes.
Pat! Pat! Pat!
Sounds similar to rain but cranked to its max intensity resounded as golden spikes carpeted the region. Rhonya was forced to rest to using the Gold Biome Bomb strung to her hips. It reverted to its actual size and used the terrain within to tank the attack.
As the spikes were being shot, the Rutham Spirit Weapon in the shape of a Millinger’s face was being consumed. Soon, nothing remained behind except a carpet of Rutham spikes on the ground.
"Are you alright?" Hunsar rushed towards Rhonya and propped her up amidst dust and debris.
Rhonya was riddled with wounds all over her body. She gasped and stared at the Gold Biome Bomb that had been punctured through at multiple locations. Each Rutham spike was like a needle, three centimetres long, and a hair’s width.
When the Rutham Hand changed shape to resemble a Millinger’s face, it was only a tad larger than Inala’s human form hand. But due to the small size of the nails, that amount of Rutham resulted in a hail of spikes numbering in the thousands.
Rhonya was punctured through over a dozen spots in her body. However, the small size of the spikes meant they couldn’t kill her, as her Gold Grade Prana kept healing her. There wouldn’t be any drop in her body’s function even if the spikes were to penetrate her brain.
"He...he..." Rhonya grumbled as the Gold Biome Bomb reverted a small portion of its landscape into Prana to mend itself, "He has no intention to kill us."
She stared at her body and observed how most of the spikes were lodged in her legs, with only two in her stomach.
"That might be the case," Hunsar propped up Rhonya as he stared ahead, watching two more Rutham Spirit Weapons in the shape of a Millinger’s face appear, "However, it doesn’t seem like he intends to hold back on his attacks."
Boom!
There was another carpet bombing of Rutham spikes.
Around the same time, Shuwrak Zahara was struggling against Wenka. As a Prison Bomb flew towards him, he caused the Prana forming it to explode in small packets. Once an opening formed, he expanded his Spirit Weapon range to its maximum, and invaded the Prison Bomb, inhibiting the Prana within.
He neutralised it and caused an explosion in the Prison Bomb, which made the sneaky stone within to fly away in another direction.
He had indeed won this exchange. However, Wenka merely threw a couple more Prison Bombs.
"Look at them," He pointed a Shuwrak Zahara’s feet where fragments of the Prison Bomb lay scattered, "What do you think they are meant to do?"
For a moment, Shuwrak Zahara was confused, unsure as to what Wenka wanted to show. But realising something, he hurriedly activated his Prana detection means to sense among the pile. But there was nothing in the pile. The pile itself wasn’t the issue.
Thud!
"Eh?" Shuwrak Zahara stared in shock to see a rock had embedded itself in his Tangible Millinger and was boring a way through. ’Didn’t I already neutralise that rock?’
It was the rock that had pierced his Tangible Millinger’s mandibles. Once it lost its momentum, Shuwrak Zahara flung it away. He had done the same to all the rocks that had impacted him.
But strangely, they flew and lodged themselves into the Tangible Millinger, from a state of rest.
"The terrain condensed within my Prison Bombs serve as my Spirit Weapon." Wenka said as another stone slammed into the Tangible Millinger.
"That makes no sense!" Shuwrak Zahara cursed as he sent packets of Prana in the shape of blades to target the stones, seeing them explode and lose all power, ’I see...’
"You’re one tricky bastard." He growled.
When Wenka created a Prison Bomb and threw it, the Prison Bomb condensed all the particles in the air into a stone. But it didn’t do just that, and instead also stitched strings of Prana into it, carrying with them the power of the Nature of Accel Hurl.
The stone lay scattered after Shuwrak Zahara flung them off. And once the timing was right, a string of Prana appeared out of the stone, grabbed the earth, and tugged at it hard, using it to catapult itself towards Shuwrak Zahara.
And during its travel through the air, Accel Hurl was activated, which gave it a spin and increased its momentum. That was how the attack was made.
"Urgh!" Having camouflaged his Human Avatar form somewhere within the Tangible Millinger, Shuwrak Zahara suddenly grunted in pain as his Prana was being absorbed from multiple avenues.
Prana Stitch—Prana Bomb!
The stones had multiple stages to their attack. A string of Prana to catapult itself, Accel Hurl to increase its impact momentum and penetration into the Tangible Millinger’s body, and finally, Prana Bomb to steal Shuwrak Zahara’s Prana once the stone pierced the Tangible Millinger.
Subtle explosions resounded nonstop as Shuwrak Zahara inhibited all the Prana Stitches, rendering the stones useless. He hurriedly enclosed the gaps on the Tangible Millinger, preventing the Prana Bombs from leaving the body.
Slowly, he brought them into the stomach so that the Tangible Millinger could consume them and recover Prana. But by the time he managed it, he had already lost a lot of Prana to the Prana Bombs.
"You can indeed recover all your Prana by consuming them." Wenka said and took a step forward, entering Shuwrak Zahara’s Spirit Weapon range, "But you’ll need time to digest them."
"And you see..." Wenka assumed Zinger Prince form and condensed a Prison Bomb in his hand and turned it intangible. The air within was condensed into a solid. More air surged in to fill the void, creating a cycle as soon, a tough rock filled the Prison Bomb, occupying a space of a sphere 180 metres in radius.
"Since you don’t have Bone-Melting Artillery," He craned his arm back and grunted, throwing it with full force, "You cannot guard against this."
The Tangible Millinger leapt into the air, trying to evade the attack. However, the Prison Bomb curved in the air. Seeing that it couldn’t avoid the attack, the Tangible Millinger ejected Shuwrak Zahara, grabbed him with its mandibles and lashed its centipede upper body.
It threw Shuwrak Zahara away as the Prison Bomb crashed into it. It was in its miniature form. Even though Shuwrak Zahara destroyed it, once the Prison Bomb vanished, the stone within reverted to its actual size.
The space expansion added another layer to the force of impact. Even if the Prison Bomb wasn’t destroyed, it would revert to its actual size before impact to take advantage of the space expansion anyway.
Most of all, the stone within had been created as layers of rock over each other. There were five layers in total, with four Prana Stitches with the Nature of Accel Hurl in between.
’Dammit!’ No matter what Shuwrak Zahara did, the rock was bound to hit its target. As he was flung away, he watched helplessly as his Tangible Millinger was crushed by the boulder.