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Chapter 448 Enjoy the Boar King’s Wrath

One minute before the impact, a frustrated Yarsha Zahara glared at the messenger who stood at the gates. Spirit Weapons in the form of rods surrounded the entire estate, preventing her from leaving it.

A subtle Prana fluctuation emanated from the rods, ready to alert the owners the moment anything or anyone were to pass through the gaps in their arrangement. Moreover, it was equipped with a material that would latch onto any trespassers with a specific scent that could be tracked from afar.

This was a special scent used by the Brimgan Empire, one that would latch onto a person and wouldn\'t dissipate for a few months at the very minimum. Moreover, it would continuously be generated by reacting with the target\'s sweat, constantly releasing the scent that allowed the Empire to track the target for extended periods.

"Wittral, can you identify the source of those sounds?" Yarsha Zahara said as she judged based on the Prana fluctuations emanating all over the place, "It seems like every single Royal in Fentan City has been mobilised towards Karuta Hill."

The fight between Virala and the Brimgan Royals caused thunderous sounds to echo far and wide, some of which even managed to reach the Varahan Mansion. As he listened to them, memories surged from his inheritance as Wittral commented, "Those are the sounds produced by an Empyrean tusk\'s battle state. Seems there\'s one fighting near the Karuta Hill."

"An Empyrean Tusk managed to enter the Brimgan Empire?" Yarsha Zahara frowned as she stared at Wittral, "Can it be similar to you? Did it sneak in to approach the Mammoth Ancestor\'s severed tusk? There doesn\'t seem to be anything else important enough for an Empyrean Tusk to risk it all."

"Its goal might be the severed tusk, but it shouldn\'t be like me." Wittral shook his head, "If an Empyrean Tusk sheds its human form and becomes an Empyrean Tusk, it would start as a baby, no matter how long it had lived as a human. A baby Empyrean Tusk cannot produce these sounds. These can only be generated by an Empyrean Tusk that had reached maturity."

"But, the only way to switch between Pranic Beast form and human form is through the Nature of Cultivator." He stared at Yarsha Zahara, "Only the Boar King has that."

"In my case, once I transform into an Empyrean Snapper, I can no longer assume human form." He concluded. This was a lie, of course. But he never revealed the true function of his Secondary Nature of Royalty.

To date, both the Boar King and his wife were of the thought that Wittral\'s Secondary Nature was the Nature of Prana Bomb. Wittral intended to continue that lie.

"Hence," He stared solemnly, "This must be someone else."

\'Dammit! Why does an Empyrean Tusk have to appear now?\' Yarsha Zahara was nervous, \'If husband were to sense its presence, he would become riled up, which is bad for his condition. I need to do something before that.\'

She then stared at Wittral and beckoned him to follow her, "There\'s something I need to do. Follow me."

"Okay," Wittral nodded and ran after her, intending to enter the mansion when suddenly, he felt a disturbance in the air upon hearing shrieks from his surroundings. He stared up and observed burning objects race towards his location, resembling a rainfall of meteors. "Enemy attack!"

"My kids are inside!" Yarsha Zahara screamed as she moulded Prana behind her and unleashed a fluctuation, using which her figure thrust forward, flickering into the house at rapid speeds. She arrived before her children and enveloped them in a hug, shouting towards Wittral, "Protect us!"

Primary Nature—Incident Nature Reflection!

Yarsha Zahara grabbed a handful of Satellites that she had brought in preparation to face Loot and activated her Human Avatar. She absorbed Wittral\'s Prana directed at her and morphed the Satellites into a protective dome, erecting multiple layers in a couple of seconds.

Wittral stomped the ground and parted it open as the group rapidly burrowed underground, as if an elevator descending the floors of a skyscraper. As they moved underground, he morphed the topsoil and hardened it to the limit.

Boom!

The artillery strike consisting of spikes weighing two hundred kilograms each rained down on Varahan Mansion and obliterated it. Countless golden flashes intercepted them, but with the heat, weight, the effects of Bone-Melting Artillery, and the momentum of their fall, the spikes were unstoppable.

They poked through the Spirit Weapons like they were made of paper and instantly vaporised Varahan Mansion.

The ground turned into lava and spilled onto the streets, burning the clothes of the spectators who hadn\'t fled far away from the Varahan Mansion.

"Ack!"

"S-Save me!"

"No!"

People screamed as they went up in flames. Many used their Spirit weapons to flee farther away, but the slower ones became victims. And the unfortunate ones became prey to the stray spikes that missed their mark and slammed into the surroundings of Varahan Mansion.

"Aa…" A youth didn\'t even manage to scream as a spike slammed into his head and instantly poked into the ground, boring a hole forty metres deep. There was reddish-black steam in his spot as his blood had been vaporised from the heat and melting effects.

Not even two seconds after the impact, no traces of his body were left behind. The spikes were so dangerous.

"Argh!" Wittral grunted in pain as his arms melted off, having tanked the residue effects of some spikes that managed to pierce all the way through the erected defensive measures.

"Wittral!" Yarsha Zahara shouted in concern as she hurriedly touched his wounds and absorbed the residue effects of the spikes. Only then was he able to focus on healing in relief.

But a second later, his face paled as he harnessed Subtle Terrain Domination with greater intensity, hearing the sounds of another artillery strike being unleashed. "Get down!"

He churned the earth around them and erected a pillar in the direction of the artillery strike while heading deeper underground. Had it just been the artillery strike that he had to defend against, Wittral would have managed by going deep enough.

But the moment he moved a bit underground, toxic fumes began to waft in, dangerous enough that a whiff would kill Yarsha Zahara and her kids. To protect them, he had to split a good portion of his focus on selectively filtering out the toxins while generating enough pure air for the Boar King\'s kids to breathe. This weakened his defensive strength towards the spikes.

"I underestimated the attack!" Wittral grunted. "I never thought each spike would weigh over two hundred kilograms. An artillery strike on a Millinger\'s level fused with the effects of Internal Inertial Gravity. Only one can unleash such a fusion attack using different Natures other than your husband."

"Loot!" Yarsha Zahara gritted her teeth in rage, "Does this fucker wish to annihilate us?"

"Hahaha!" On the battlefield next to the crumbled Karuta Hill, Virala laughed as it rained spikes around him. Before he reverted to human form, he unleashed an artillery strike vertically upwards. "The solution was extremely simple."

This way, all the Royals in his vicinity had to move away to avoid being killed. The momentum behind the spikes was too much for them to tank using psychokinesis. Even their refined Spirit Weapons would be pierced through.

Stage 1—Tusk!

Virala condensed a tusk in his hand and used it as a Spirit Weapon to poke a large hole in the ground. He controlled it as a drill through psychokinesis and began to head deeper, intending to make his escape in this manner. The Royals would only be able to chase after him once the rain of spikes ends, but by then, he would have tunnelled into the Northern Lakes.

He had aimed the artillery strike in such a way that the region twenty metres around him wouldn\'t be affected. This allowed him to safely dig a hole, watching the frustrated face of the Fentan City Lord to comment, "Enjoy the Boar King\'s wrath. His only family after two millennia died in your city."

"So, he\'ll be extremely happy to annihilate the Brimgan Empire."