?"What…the heck is he doing?" Fstoll Brimgan wasn't prepared to see the body of the Boar King be thrown somewhere far away from the ship. He had assumed the Boar King would rush at him, but seeing his body sent flying into the sky kilometres far away was unnerving.
The excitement of seeing the Boar King split his body into two vanished immediately upon sensing a flash of Prana erupt out of the body now at an altitude of six kilometres.
The Boar King glared at the ship that was four kilometres diagonally downward his position and proclaimed, "Did you assume threatening me would work? Well, it did. And now, I'm holding the Brimgan Empire hostage!"
His voice boomed across the region, unleashed using all his strength. The shockwave of his declaration almost reached the capital, which was hundreds of kilometres away.
Bronsk Brimgan was alarmed upon seeing the sequence of events, slapping his messengers in response, "Why the fuck wasn't I informed of his arrival immediately? You're telling me only now! Fucking losers! Why would I have to wait for you when I could hear him shout myself?"
"Your Majesty! The eye appeared and vanished in defeat after killing one body of the Boar King." The messenger that was slapped received a message from his team and hurriedly communicated the details.
"Can we fly now?" His eyes glinted as Bronsk Brimgan took flight, activating a forbidden Spirit Weapon-building Skill that he had been itching to use all his life. The moment the messenger confirmed that the Raid Team had already activated flight, he jumped onto his ship and took to the skies, racing towards the Boar King in an effort to defend the capital from harm.
After all, a strange phenomenon was happening across the region now. Falling from the sky like rain were fragmented rocks embedded with chitin spikes, numbering in the millions. Each piece unleashed a suppression effect on the body and Prana of its targeted audience.
Astral Chart—Bone-Melting Artillery X10!
Astral Chart—Rocky Intimidation X12!
At the same time, crimson droplets of rain appeared on the ground surface and flowed upwards, flying into the Boar King's mouth.
Astral Chart—Bloody Affection X10!
A Free Human cultivator at the 2-Life Stage with Silver Grade strength stared into the sky, breaking into laughter as he observed the sky littered with burning rocks rushing towards the ground like meteors.
Each rock was the size of a human head, with an altitude of six kilometres not sufficient to burn it up fully. And hence, they would definitely impact upon the ground. These chunks were all broken down from the rocky pillars activated through the Rockatrice's Primary Nature. Hence, they carried with them a suppression effect.
Unlike the ones used by a Rockatrice, these rocks unleashed the Boar King's presence, which worked exceedingly well to keep the people rooted to the spots, at barely half their usual strength, potently suppressed.
"Which dumbass managed to provoke a Deity to such an extent?" The Free Human cultivator had gone mad as he laughed uncontrollably, realising that forget running away, he couldn't even churn his Prana fast enough to activate his Human Avatar on time.
The rain of meteor blanketed the sky for as far as he could see. It didn't stop there though. As he continued to laugh, blood dripped out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. It started with a droplet, became a few after a second, and then turned into a faucet.
The over six litres of blood in his body flowed out in less than ten seconds, transforming into a reverse rainfall as the droplets drizzled into the Boar King's mouth. His shrivelled body collapsed on the ground, unable to react as the meteor shower graced his land and decimated it abruptly.
The effects of Bone-Melting Artillery melted the land, turning it into a whirlpool of toxic fumes. Whatever the Brimgan Founder had done to the region was broken as the toxic fumes funnelled into the molten whirlpool and further worsened the situation.
A big chunk of the Southern Veins turned into a toxic sea.
"Retreat! Run!" Raaha shouted as he unleashed his power to its full extent, maintaining their surroundings to remain as a rock bed. He prevented the change while Gannala hurriedly created a tunnel for their group to escape, intending to go beyond the range of the toxic whirlpool.
"I can counter it!" Maroppa shouted as Vhalla grabbed her and sprinted through the tunnel, flickering large distances with every step.
"Don't be an idiot!" Vhalla shouted in shock, "This isn't the end."
"There will be more of them soon!"
"You…bastard!" Fstoll Brimgan parted the dome-shaped Spirit Weapon that had protected the ship to glare at the Boar King. The screams he had been hearing from the people—whose families died to the Boar King's presence before—had stopped.
It was simple. It meant that anyone who could utter a cry was no more.
Bang!
A Brimgan Royal blasted the rubble of a house and stared at the sparse few survivors in his vicinity. They were all at the Life Stage and had died once in the attack. He was currently at the 5-Life Stage, having just revived.
Unfortunately, the only survivors were those at the Life Stage. Everyone else was dead. He then stared upward to see another rain of meteors, his expression one of distraught, "How are humans supposed to defend against that?"
The wave of suppression from the Nature of Rocky Intimidation already weakened them, especially since the effect was radiating from different sources, unleashing a collective might. And the Nature of Bone-Melting Artillery caused the meteor shower to melt through all forms of defences. Adding to the momentum and heat built up from friction as it fell, the meteor shower became unstoppable.
Only the Brimgan Royals could survive the hit, if they focused their everything on defence. But even if they were to survive the impact, the following corrosive wave would kill them. The land had already become a corrosive whirlpool as all the buildings began to melt rapidly.
Toxic fumes gushed out of the land at various locations, killing weaker Life Stage cultivators who were trying to flee the place. The survivors were a paltry sum as the region steadily became a death zone incapable of life.
As for the cause? As his body continued to fall slowly, the Boar King continued to drink the blood of the people he had absorbed and digested them rapidly to generate Prana, unleashing a third volley.
"Go ahead," He stared at Fstoll Brimgan, watching the latter subconsciously let go of his hold over Yarsha Zahara's head, King continued to drink the blood of the people he had absorbed and digested them rapidly to generate Prana, "You think you could threaten me? Go ahead, go on, do it."
"I'll continue to destroy the Brimgan Empire until you release my wife. But if she dies," He grinned with a maddened rage, his face absurdly twisted, "I'll go after the rest of the Free Humans after I'm done here."
"The entire race of Free Humans will be wiped out." He pointed at Fstoll Brimgan, "And the catalyst towards it would be none other than you."
"Oh, someone strong is flying this way." The Boar King suddenly stared in the direction of the capital and unleashed the fourth volley towards it, "This will keep you busy."
"That's…towards the capital." One of the members of the Raid Team stared in a daze as his Spirit Weapon flashed across the sky, and so did the Spirit Weapons of his team members, blocking as many meteors as they could.
But all they managed to block was a fraction of the meteor shower. The Boar King was launching them across the sky using the launching power behind the artillery strike of a Centinger's Primary Nature activated ten times.
"Hmm, this is bad. This is useless. This feels unnecessary. Oh, finally a good one." The Boar King swallowed hundreds of Spirit Containers every second while using his Primary Nature of Voracious Nature. He rapidly filled his Astral Chart's empty slots with any Nature that caught his fancy and was deemed usable for the situation.
"Is this what you were doing?" He muttered upon getting the Nature of Kinesis Deity, using its power to create a Spirit Weapon in the shape of a boat, equipped with a turbine.
As for the Rutham necessary to build it? There were plenty of corpses of Brimgan Royals in the decimated area. And their Human Avatars were stored in the Spirit Containers that the Boar King had swallowed.
From there, he obtained the necessary Rutham to rapidly construct it. With the brainpower of a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, figuring out the technique was easy. Basically, he was just creating a simple rotor to generate air at a location to form a thrust.
In a matter of seconds, he made adjustments until his boat was able to hover stably. And then, it flew towards the ship, the approach slow, but the momentum behind it was unstoppable.
A Spirit Weapon in the shape of a hand grabbed Yarsha Zahara by taking advantage of the Raid Team's flustered actions where they were trying to defend against a fifth meteor shower which was directed at another populous region on the Southern Veins.
"No!" Fstoll Brimgan shouted in fluster, using his Spirit Weapon to pull back Yarsha Zahara, only to observe an artillery strike bombard him.
As the boat carrying the Boar King closed in on them, the Boar King unleashed nonstop artillery strikes upon them, forcing them into a defensive, "Seems you lot have a lot of interesting Minor Treasures. And you have extensively armed yourselves to counter me. Unfortunately for the lot of you,"
He leapt to land on the ship's deck and ripped apart the cage trapping Yarsha Zahara, "All those plans are useless when I'm prepared to sacrifice a body."
"Are you hurt?" He pulled Yarsha Zahara into an embrace, "Get some rest while I wipe out the lot of them."
"Okay…" Yarsha Zahara's exhausted eyes were about to close when she noticed a golden flash rapidly close in on them, aiming for the Boar King's neck. "Watch out!"
She kicked him to the side, noticing a golden feline barely miss the Boar King's neck and sever his right arm instead. It landed on the deck, spat the arm to the side and circled once to transfer its momentum, before lunging on the Boar King once again.
Yarsha Zahara used her Spirit Weapon to block it, stunned to see the golden feline deftly swerve around her Spirit Weapon and rush the Boar King.