I'll Surpass The MC

418 Rippling Minor Crises

Blola was the Transcendent Eater. Not only was he able to revive the Mystic Path holders, but he could also generate Parute King Fruits when necessary, allowing the Mammoth Clan to build up strength faster.

Therefore, for such a strategic asset, Raaha would be keeping watch on him all along.

Based on what Inala obtained from Orakha, he knew that Raaha kept Blola locked up in a house that dangled from the tusk of the 1st Empyrean Tusk. Whatever Blola did was under Raaha's constant watch.

Hence, if Blola managed to arrive at the Brimgan Empire, it could only be possible after he reached the 2-Life Stage. Either his second body legally obtained Raaha's permission to arrive here or through some scheme, he managed to sneak a body away.

Inala felt the latter made more sense. After all, why would Raaha avoid taking advantage of a second Transcendent Eater? With it, the resource of Prana at the disposal of the Mammoth Clan would increase further.

Thereby, even if Inala manages to kill Blola now, it wouldn't result in the latter's actual death. One body of Blola would still be present at the Mammoth Clan, 'So, I won't be risking my revival chances.'

Once the carriage arrived at the foot of Karuta Hill, Inala leaped out and sprinted away in a hurry, speeding along the path.

As his female form was suppressed in his body, he couldn't assume it. Hence, the only abilities at his disposal were Prana Bombs, Internal Inertial Gravity, and Spatial Immune System. Inala planned to complete the job by relying on them alone. It was his original skillset anyway. Stage 1—Jaw!

He sprinted across the surface of the Northern Lake, using the Prana Bomb layer on his feet as a shoe to guard against the changing chemical composition of the Northern Lakes. Thanks to Internal Inertial Gravity, his speed remained unchanged irrespective of the obstacles that came his way.

Perched on his head were four Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms, keeping watch on the four directions respectively. There were four hidden under his clothes on the back, on the chest, on the thigh, and close to the feet.

They were in charge of the defence. Finally, positioned on either wrist was an Empyrean Zinger in miniature form, in charge of scouting. He'll carry their bodies through psychokinesis and make them scout well in advance.

Since he was able to read their memories through the Spirit Weapon connection, it was as if he had extended his senses to a wider range.

Thanks to the resources in the stomach biome, he had a steady stream of Prana fuelling his actions. Over five thousand Empyrean Zingers were lying in wait in his stomach biome, enough to get him to safety through any situation.

Moreover, these Empyrean Zingers weren't the babies that he had used at the Sanrey Plains. They had developed considerably, with each able to unleash the true capabilities of a Silver Grade Pranic Beast.

Soon, he had arrived at the foot of the Lotus Range, peering towards the peak to observe a guard post at the top. He looked around, noticing it to be the only watchtower in a two-kilometre range. "Alright, take action."

He inhaled a large volume of air into his stomach biome and made preparations as a group of Empyrean Zingers inside enveloped themselves in Prana Bombs, ready to activate Internal Inertial Gravity to bend the space within right as they were about to exit his stomach biome.

Phew!

Inala blew with force and shot a string of tiny Prana Bombs towards the peak, watching them arc towards the target. Upon reaching the peak altitude of their flight path, the Prana Bombs shattered as the Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms—inside—reverted to their actual sizes.

One of them condensed a Prana Bomb and held it tight, twirling its body to generate rotational momentum, following which it hurled the Prana Bomb into the watchtower. Seated within the watchtower were six soldiers at the peak of Body Stage, a strength more than sufficient to thwart any attacks that came their way.

They had to fight at most once or twice a month, the majority of the cases of which could be dealt with by one guard. Leaving six guards was only out of a safety concern, and obviously, since the Brimgan Empire could afford to keep them posted every two kilometres throughout the inexplicably long perimeter of the Lotus Range.

Fuoh! Fuu! Bang!

The guards were caught off-guard as Prana Bombs slammed into their heads, with each weighing close to forty kilograms. In a state of being where they hadn't activated their Human Avatars, they were no different from regular humans.

Their bodies splattered upon impact as the Empyrean Zingers landed within the watchtower. With a twirl of their forms, they destroyed the watchtower. Once they were done destroying the place, Inala climbed up. He then released a bunch of Empyrean Zingers, shooting them into the air in the same method as before, raining them on the adjacent watchtowers.

In a matter of minutes, ten watchtowers were destroyed, creating a gap of twenty kilometres among the Empire's defences. 'This should be enough.'

"I'll make the Pranic Beasts invade in this direction. That will erase all traces of my actions." Muttering as such, Inala collected all Empyrean Zingers and made one of them glide forth. He landed on its back and made a beeline towards the source of commotion.

From this height, he was able to observe where the battle between the Brimgan Empire and the Pranic Beasts was happening, 'There's the raid team.'

Golden chakrams rained down with thunderous might, wielded by a Brimgan Royal each. With a terrifying range, they shredded through a horde of Pranic Beasts. Accompanying each Royal was a large group of soldiers with Silver Grade Human Avatars.

Inala looked to the entrance, watching Free Humans continue to pour out. He was able to feel powerful Prana fluctuations from deeper in the Brimgan Empire that were slowly making their way to the exit. Those presences stood out like a mountain among a group of hills and plains, 'They must be the Princes and Princesses.'

In the Brimgan Empire, a Royal was recognised as a Prince or Princess only when they managed to kill a Gold Grade Pranic Beast on their own. So, each one of them was a terrifying powerhouse similar to Fhoong Brimgan.

When such characters enter the battle, things will be dangerous for Inala, since they'll have an attack range of at least around five to eight kilometres. Fhoong Brimgan had a Spirit Weapon range of eight kilometres at the 6-Life Stage. That aspect was what gave the Brimgan Empire Royalty the infamous saying.

"The moment you see a golden flash in the sky, no matter how far you may be, your head gets severed."

The Empyrean Zinger continued to glide deeper into the wilds as Inala completed his preparations once he zeroed in on Blola's position, seeing the latter perched upon the same boulder within which Inala brought out Asaeya and Gannala from his stomach biome upon arriving at the Brimgan Empire.

"It doesn't matter who participates. They'll be busy saving their lives." He flew further in and stopped at a location sixty kilometres from the Brimgan Empire. He safely tucked all the Empyrean Zingers in his stomach biome and stretched his limbs.

Held in his hand was a special Prana Bomb that he merged onto his being like armour. And once he was ready, he took in a deep breath before unleashing the Boar King's presence in all its glory.

There was absolute silence for an instant. Following that, Pranic Beasts fled away in the opposite direction, heading towards the Brimgan Empire in absolute fear, for in their minds, the absolute predator of Sumatra Continent had made his ravenous intentions known, intending to devour everything.

As they fled opposite to the direction they perceived the Boar King, a domino effect was created, before soon, a Minor Crisis was created. No, Inala wasn't satisfied with that as he ran through the wilds mimicking the Boar King, displacing the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts too. As a result, he created a terrifying phenomenon where a Minor Crisis spread around and rippled to generate new Minor Crises.

Rippling Minor Crises!