454 Virala Surrenders
'Who the fuck is it now?' Virala frowned, irritated upon missing the two Nature Weapons moments before he was about to gain possession of them. But he felt pressured when his Empyrean Tusk form was sent kneeling on the ground.
His mind whirred as he observed the visible sign of relief on the faces of the three Royals that lay amidst the debris from the railway, 'There's only one existence here that can make them feel this way.'
'Shit! I was too late!' Virala cursed in response but promptly calmed down, thinking of the worst-case scenario. 'Since it's impossible to escape, I should make preparations for my revival and protect what I need.'
He coiled his trunk before his mouth, using it as a cover for his moustache that sprouted and travelled into his stomach biome and coiled around the Nature Weapon of Refiner. Once it was brought out, he swapped it with his Nature Weapon of Artillery.
The Nature Weapon of Refinery was his most important treasure, for with it, he could upgrade the Nature Weapons to the Mystic Grade. So, he prioritised on protecting it. Secondly, the Nature Weapon of Tusk was a necessity, for without it, he couldn't use his Empyrean Tusk form.
His Empyrean Tusk form would crumble under its weight without Internal Inertial Gravity. Therefore, as there was a possibility of his capture, Virala equipped himself with the Nature Weapons of Tusk and Refiner.
This way, when Blola revives him, he'll be revived while equipped with the two Nature Weapons. He had already confirmed the possibility with Blola, so it wasn't an issue. When the need arises, his body at the Mammoth Clan could die, following which his current body—that was at the peak of the Body Stage—would be revived.
This way, not only would he retain most of his strength, but also protect two of his most valuable Nature Weapons.
But when revived, he'll only retain the two Nature Weapons that he had equipped. All the other Natures Weapons in his stomach biome would remain in his corpse and spill out once his biomes explode.
All the resources in his biomes would also erupt out in the region. It would be a catastrophic loss, but there was nothing he could do. He was arrogant, but wasn't a careless individual. And since things went against his plans, he could only adapt to make the most of the situation and ensure he doesn't get royally screwed.
The moustache vanished once he swapped his Nature Weapons. To avoid being pressed down on the ground, Virala reverted to his human form, watching a tornado form in response once again.
But he didn't use it to escape and instead turned around to stare at the individual that coiled a spring around his legs and used it to perfectly cushion his landing. "You must be the Brimgan Emperor."
"Seems I'm famous in the Mammoth Clan too." The Brimgan Emperor, Brandal Brimgan said as he observed the tornado, "I rushed here immediately after receiving a message, but you've done a lot of damage in that short timeframe."
"The Boar King killed ten times the number of people I killed." Virala said as his expression was calm, accepting death.
"Did I?" A calm voice resounded as an entryway appeared in the tornado. The Boar King sauntered in and watched the entryway close up, observing that the wind pressure in the region had achieved suitable conditions to maintain the tornado for a few minutes.
'It seems this location has an atmospheric depression. So, this tornado wouldn't dissipate for the time being unless a bunch of Royals target it. But anyway,' Virala alternated gazes between the Boar King and the Brimgan Emperor, "That's one damn lineup."
"Have you sucked the Mammoth Clan of enough benefits that you're planning to frame them now?" The Boar King spoke as he observed Virala.
"He's not a Mammoth Clansman?" The Brimgan Emperor pointed at Virala, pleasantly surprised, "He's clearly emitting the presence of one though."
"Aha, there exists someone that managed to evade the Boar King's capture? The world is big indeed." The Brimgan Emperor's eyes glistened in excitement as he stared at the Boar King like a kid would at candy, "Can we fight after this?"
"You're not concerned about dying?" The Boar King raised an eyebrow.
"Not really." The Brimgan Emperor grinned, "My Empress can manage my Empire's affairs until my son takes my place. So, it's not an issue."
"Well, as you have probably sensed, this body won't be your match." The Boar King expressed casually, "It's a disposable body I stashed to the side for an experiment. So, it doesn't even have a tenth of the power my bodies usually possess."
'Experiment? What's he planning now? The Boar King never did something like that in Sumatra Chronicles. He didn't even explore the limits of his abilities. Well, he never had the need to, as even Resha failed to scratch him in the end.' Virala thought as he rapidly processed the conversation, not budging from the spot.
Since he was already prepared to die, he intended to gain in terms of information instead. The Boar King before him wasn't like the usual one in terms of strength, character, and disposition. The fact that he hadn't expressed an ounce of hatred upon seeing Virala's Empyrean Tusk form multiple times was testament enough.
The Brimgan Emperor seemed confident of subduing Virala. And hence, he hadn't taken action either. Since both of them behaved as such, Virala could treat this as a casual conversation instead. They didn't know he could revive.
So, it was for the best to use this opportunity to learn as much as possible and commit suicide after that, 'It's a pity I'll lose my Minor Treasure of Goated Moustache. I must at least make up for it somehow.'
'It was probably Inala's scheme that created such a butterfly effect. Since Yarsha Zahara is his wife, his thought process must be getting influenced by her. It's why the Boar King is fucking experimenting.' Virala sighed mentally, 'This version of Boar King would be way stronger than the one from Sumatra Chronicles. He'll also have an army of Empyrean Boars under him.'
'Well, it wouldn't be fun otherwise.' He acted like a statue and observed the conversing duo.
"That's a pity." Brandal Brimgan sighed, "I wanted to have a death match against you."
He then stared at Virala, "I had high hopes upon hearing the report about your strength, Loot. But you've been a disappointment."
"Do you want to kill me now?" Virala extended his hand casually.
"What's the use in that? It's extremely clear that you have another body out somewhere." Brandal Brimgan shrugged casually, "I'll probably interrogate you to learn more about your abilities."
"Go ahead," Virala casually took a seat, not offering any resistance. He then stared at the Boar King, "What about you, Brangara?"
"I'll pass." The Boar King waved his hand and walked away, "Since my family is alive, I have no reason to kill you. Besides,"
The Boar King's vision turned monochromatic as he observed Virala's repressed pressure, sensing the figures of four Mammoths swirling around a cluster that was emanating a familiar presence, 'I'm curious to see the development of whatever is happening in you. Seems you're ignorant about it. And this process is giving me endless inspiration.'
'It was the right move to start a family with Yarsha.' The Boar King whistled as he passed through the walls of the tornado, "I'm merely a discarded body of the Boar King."
"I can't represent the actual individual."