Novel Full Chapter 115: Come To Daddy
Chapter 115: Come To Daddy
On an island situated 100 kilometres away from Prata City was a small island. Seven individuals rushed onto the island right as the Death Hour had begun, using the generated sea of steam as cover.
They were all Depraved Humans, their pace casual, as if they lorded over the region, fully assured nothing could harm them.
They didn’t rush in like humanoid individuals, but had arrived while looking like the Battleships used by the Cooter Clan. And filling the battleships were all sorts of creatures that had been joined to form grotesque, humanoid existences.
Each Depraved Human, assuming the shape of a ship, had arrived at the island, carrying a large load of mashed up creatures.
Even though the Death Hour had begun, no Pranic Beast dared to barge onto the island. The reason was simply due to the presence permeating through the island. The stretch of forest that was supposed to be on the island seemed to have vanished, leaving behind a patch of barren land.
Poised in its centre was a creature, known as the most-complete Pranic Beast on Sumatra. It was a mutated version of the Centinger, one of the most dangerous creatures native to the Red-Draft River.
The Red-Draft River spans through a quarter of Sumatra Continent, and one of the most famous Pranic Beasts native to it was the one standing on the island now.
Mutated Beginner Gold Grade Pranic Beast–Millinger!
With a Prana capacity of 4780 and a lifespan of 1200 years, the Millinger didn’t seem all that impressive on paper, as too many Gold Grade Pranic Beasts existed that had better reserves than it.
However, its combination of abilities made the Millinger one of the fittest on Sumatra. Every Pranic Beast, upon mutation, gains a Secondary Nature.
Primary Nature–Bone-Melting Artillery!
It was the same as the Centinger, only more numerous, with greater range and impact power. It was the same Nature, but one upgraded to Gold Grade potency. Considering how Millingers could exceed 80 metres in length, their artillery strikes, born through the spikes of their larger necks, were only more devastating.
But they had another, arguably more dangerous ability, which made them extremely fit for survival.
Secondary Nature–Inhibition Dome!
It selectively inhibits Prana and all abilities relying on Prana within the range of its effect, which encompasses the Spirit Weapon range.
Basically, in this range, no target would be able to control a Spirit Weapon. And just like that, most Natures got countered.
Cooter Clansmen absolutely avoided a Millinger like it was a plague, for its Inhibition Dome hard-countered their abilities that revolved around Spirit Weapons.
In that regard, most Free Humans, including Brimgan Royals, were pretty helpless against a Millinger.
Circulating Prana internally wasn’t an issue. Only when it is emitted outside the body does the Inhibition Dome take effect. And even if they figured out the means to avoid relying on a Spirit Weapon to fight, they still had to answer the Millinger’s artillery strike.
Past everything, there was still the Millinger’s body, which was a weapon built to tear through flesh, with insane jumping strength, defensive means to tank most attacks, a flexible neck for immediate range, and blades to shred through its opponents.
This was why it was called the most-complete Pranic Beast on Sumatra, one that had time and again proven its gift for survival.
It stood on the centre of the island and observed the seven ships alight on the shores. Under its stare, the seven ships sprouted legs like a millipede and walked into the island, intent to avoid damage from the Death Hour.
“There were supposed to be eight.” Raefrag commented his displeasure, “The strain we’ll have to endure while facing Virala has only increased now.”
“You know what happened to the eighth.” The Millinger spoke with a placid tone, “Bitala was the blessed brat’s vessel.”
“So, what’s the plan now?” Raefrag asked, “We’ve already amassed as much strength as we could gather.”
“Same as usual, albeit with one addition.” The Millinger explained, “Our first objective is to kill Virala. That remains unchanged. The other Mystic Humans aren’t as relevant, but kill however many of them as you can according to your convenience. Second objective,”
“Is to capture Runthral, the weakest Empyrean Snapper.” It spoke after a beat, “Through him, we can eventually corrupt and bring all the Empyren Snappers to our side.”
“The third, is our newly added objective.” It spoke solemnly, “Think of ways to torture Boiboi, Torq’s vessel. Ensure he survives and make him regret being born. Keep hitting him where it hurts, so that he cannot endure another regression.”
“Then, as planned,” Raefrag expressed his willingness, “I’ll focus on capturing Runthral.”
“The remaining six Depraved Humans will kill Virala.” The Millinger commanded them, “In the meantime, I’ll destroy his Minor Treasures.”
“We had succeeded in the original timeline, but there were eight of you back then.” The Millinger addressed them, “Heed caution and rely on the original timeline’s memories to plan accordingly.”
“There’s one thing to address.” One of the Depraved Humans, named Allihher, pointed at the stitched humanoids he was carrying, “Unlike the original timeline, I’ve improved my techniques. I think it’s only fair if we address them properly.”
“Hmm…” The Millinger noticed all seven Depraved Humans were of the same thought, pondered for a couple minutes, and then suggested, “How about we call them as Stitched Humans?”
“Stitched Human?”
“Sounds good,” The seven Depraved Humans nodded.
“Then, let’s get moving.” The Millinger approached the shore and watched the Death Hour progress in peace.
Right as the Death Hour ended, the seven Depraved Humans rushed into the Dralh Sea and moved through its depths. They branched into two, with six of them heading towards the headquarters of the Mystic Humans while Raefrag moved in the direction of Prata City.
The Millinger too headed towards the headquarters. Within it was a Quill, boosting its strength to the peak of the Gold Grade.
Even though this strength was extremely high, it was insufficient against Virala. However, its role was merely to make sneak attacks where necessary. The ones actually engaging in the fight were the Depraved Humans.
The Cold Shower had begun!
The wall of steam began to gradually condense upon the barren land, quickly filling up the region. The water glowed while thick stacks of ice formed on the surface.
The Pranic Beasts with a good enough tolerance to the cold entered the sea to occupy advantageous regions while those with relatively less tolerance had to wait for the right moment.
As the hot and cold mixed, the temperature in the region was gradually balancing out. And amidst the chaos, moving through the depths while camouflaging the ships to mimic the glowing night sea were the Depraved Humans.
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Abode of the Mystics!
Mountains that used to exist on the back of Empyrean Snappers formed a ring in the sea, with a ginormous geyser gushing out an endless stream of a fish-type Pranic Beast.
Situated within the ring, adjacent to the geyser was an artificial mountain, deeply crimson in colour that peeked out through the bedrock it had been formed with.
This mountain’s top had been flatted, upon which an open palace had been constructed. This was called the Abode of the Mystics, the headquarters of the Mystic Human Race.
At present, while seated atop a golden lotus, and waving an index finger towards a carnivorous plant was an ivory-haired Virala.
“Lala…la…No, it should be more like…laaa…lalalllaaa…Ahem!” As he sang while waving his index finger, the carnivorous plant wiggled its stem accordingly while opening and closing its carnivorous mouth in accordance to the tune. “Focus, that’s not how you do it.”
“Laaa…do it first,” He coughed once to reset the tune and began from the start, “The opening should always start with a long, winding curve.”
“And then,” He vigorously headbanged, “LaLA…LALA…LLaLLa…la…la…LLA…?”
He stopped upon seeing the carnivorous plant fail to maintain the tempo, “The tune’s so simple, so why are you struggling this much?”
“What?” He turned around and stared at the six Depraved Humans that had landed on the balcony of the Abode of the Mystics.
“Virala, today’s the day you die!” The Depraved Human, Allihher, announced with a shockwave.
“I’m busy,” Virala made a shooing motion, “If you’re here to beg for alms, come tomorrow. Daddy’s busy.”
“You’re arrogant for someone with half a step already in the grave,” Allihher snorted.
“…” Virala eyed the Depraved Human, let out a grand sigh and ripped off a piece of his forearm skin. Prana surged into it as the patch of skin elongated into a large blanket, on which hundreds of sentences appeared.
He rolled it and tossed it to Allihher, “That’s for you.”
“What’s this?” Allihher was curious for a moment and unfurled the roll to stare at the words printed in large at the top.
[3 Ways to talk shit, for babies!]
“Are you mocking me?” Allihher melted the roll into sludge and tossed it into the sea. His casual toss formed a vapour cone before plunging into the water.
“I’m teaching my newborn the ways of an adult.” Groaning, Virala got up and stretched his limbs, “If you want another copy of it, just ask for it. Daddy here is magnanimous.”
He then paused and eyed Allihher, “Want to know how magnanimous is spelled?”
“I’ll see if you can still be arrogant once I kill you.” The six Depraved Humans uttered in sync.
“Obviously I can’t be arrogant if I’m dead. That’s common sense.” Virala tilted his head and asked with a tone of concern, “Are you alright? Want daddy to fetch some milk for the baby?”
“Want a goodnight kiss? Don’t be shy. Come on, come here!” Virala taunted as the six Depraved Humans bombarded him with their attacks.