NOVGO.NET Chapter 1101: Calamity Recovery (Part 4)
Chapter 1101: Calamity Recovery (Part 4)
Brangara rushed forth at top speed, intending to grab one of the Minor Treasures of Linked Transfer before him. However, they maintained a steady pace before him, casually matching his top speed.
Like dangling bait for fish, they remained exactly 181 metres away from him. Right behind him was the Brood Mother, who flickered towards the Minor Treasures.
She appeared as a tree and grew to her human form, extending a hand out to reach for the Minor Treasures. All this action was performed within a second. Against anyone else, this was extremely quick.
However, she couldn’t have been any slower before Orakha. The Minor Treasures curved around Brangara and hovered 181 metres behind him. This had happened multiple times until now.
But this time, a hole appeared on his back, and pointing out from the hole was a gun.
Minor Treasure—Spirit Puppet!
It shot out a Mystic Ewworm puppet with a tool at the tail in the shape of a stamp, made using Tratham. It accelerated rapidly as its head, resembling the Empyrean Boar King, opened its mouth.
It was a metre in length, aiming for one of the Minor Treasures. Fusing with it is impossible, as a Mystic Human could only fuse with Treasures produced only by Mystic Humans. However, the puppet could swallow the Minor Treasure and cut off Orakha’s psychokinesis moving it.
This would give Brangara enough time to claim the Minor Treasure for himself, using which he could move the Brood Mother away from him.
The timing of the shot was perfect, executed to the extent Orakha didn’t have enough time to move the targeted Minor Treasure away on time. Instead, he could only move forward the Rirenal ring upon the Minor Treasure.
The Rirenal ring let go of its hold over the Minor Treasure and appeared between the Minor Treasure and the Mystic Ewworm puppet. It resisted while getting swallowed by the puppet. This created a delay in the puppet’s trajectory, which was enough time for a nearby Minor Treasure to bump the targeted Minor Treasure to the side.
The puppet slammed into the ground and burrowed deeper, quickly masking its presence to hide itself. Once it had hidden itself at a deep enough spot, it began to refine the Rirenal piece it had swallowed.
This was a Mystic Grade mineral. And as long as it removes Orakha’s influence from it, the puppet would gain control over Rirenal. Then, it intended to return to Brangara.
“Please,” Suddenly, a soft, cry-inducing voice echoed across the region, causing the skins of both Brangara and Orakha to curl up in both fear and disgust. “I am hungry.”
Suddenly, Brangara felt he wasn’t an obstacle in the Brood Mother’s path. Now, he was now the target.
His heart shuddered, harnessed psychokinesis, treated itself as a Spirit Weapon, and pumped blood through his body at speed even his extremely tough physique struggled to endure. More than 15,000 units of Prana was circulating through his body now. Instinctively, his body had entered its fight or flight response.
The cause was the creature that had appeared before him. It morphed to resemble a girl only a metre in height, reaching a bit above his hips. She curled up her head and stared at Brangara. And then, her eyes gained light in them, “You…”
“You can endure this, huh?” She uttered upon transferring part of her curse’s effects to Brangara, exclaiming in relief, “You must be someone strong…”
She stopped speaking, for she was able to see now, taking in the other party’s appearance. A stupefied expression appeared on her face for a moment before tears streamed down her eyes, “Why?”
“I ate you already! So, why?” A dozen mouths sprouted across her cheeks. She clutched them and tore them apart, mourning in despair, “Why! Why! Why must I do it again?”
“No…PLEASE!” She shook her head, as if wishing to flee. However, she herself took action as a cocoon formed out of strings of Prana enveloped the two. It touched the ground and hovered in the air like a balloon.
Major Treasure—Palm!
Two seconds later, the cocoon shattered as the Brood Mother landed, sullen as she wiped one of the mouths that had sprouted on her cheek.
The strings of Prana generated by the Major Treasure of Palm turned into a pair of clothes that covered her body. Her body was covered by a full-body armour, which then sprouted a frock to cover her lower body. Small puffs appeared across her shoulders while the strings ended at her lower jaw, stopping right over her lower lip.
Her hair was dishevelled, thanks to her previous outburst. Strings of Prana braided them instantly. Now, without them obstructing her vision, the Brood Mother stared in a certain direction, “There, huh?”
The fact that she could still see, despite consuming Brangara only meant one thing. The other party wasn’t dead, and all she had consumed was a puppet. It was why she only needed two seconds to eat through the other party. And most of this consumption time was used in creating the cocoon to eat in peace.
In the meantime, Wally was running alongside Nirat, fleeing the place.
“Shit! What the heck is that creature?” Nirat cursed in fear, having dropped to the peak of the Body Stage. Held in his hand was a bag containing the fragments of his second body’s Human Avatar. He had recovered it since it was precious, not because of the mineral itself, but because it had been influenced by Subtle Terrain Domination for a while now.
Nirat didn’t wish to lose out on that progress, because he didn’t know if such an opportunity would ever come again.
He stared at the sky upon feeling a spike in Prana, watching a golden giant hover high up in the sky and then rain down a stream of golden showers, “That’s…”
“A Brimgan Royal?” He muttered in shock, ’He’s battling that monster alone?’
“Sir Wally,” Nirat faced the figure running alongside him, “What is happening?”
“Why are all these monsters coming here?” He stuttered, “The Death Tentacle Ruins are indeed special, but I don’t think it is special enough to attract these existences here.”
“That monster, is the Brood Mother.” Wally uttered solemnly, “It was created to eat the Celestial Boar.”
“Sumatra’s Second Calamity!”
“And the one attacking the Brood Mother…” Wally eyed the figure, curbed his shock, and uttered, “Is an individual named Orakha.”
“He’s this era’s Mystic Tentacle!”
“Mystic Tentacle…” Nirat uttered amidst his panic and suddenly noticed Wally rush forth at greater speeds. Without hesitation, he cranked up his speed too. Soon, they arrived at the end of a large trench, where a water geyser was exploding into the sky.
After dispersing in the air upon reaching the peak, the water seemed to disintegrate. That was enough to understand what had happened here.
“Sister!” Wally roared in concern and jumped into the water geyser. He parted it to the side and stared at the body of a damaged Zinger Representative within.
There was a gaping hole in the chest. A mysterious force seemed to have permeated into the hole and was reverting the Attribute Water into regular water, which was the source of the water geyser.
The Zinger Representative was unconscious. From a crack in the stomach, grey sand trickled out and disintegrated soon after. the Zinger Representative’s body would disintegrate if spilled out of the Biome Bomb forming the shell of their body.
The water created a geyser only due to its pressure. And soon, it dispersed too.
[Get up!]
Wally gathered Prana into his throat, infused his will into, and pushed it into the water geyser. He then pushed the geyser back into the hole, grunting as he cranked more and more strength. He shouted in panic, “Wake up, Sister! It’s not like you to be defeated in one hit!”
However, the Zinger Representative was indeed unconscious. It took Zhya her everything just to remain alive. After all, the thing that hit her was a 10-Life Stage stitched version of the Royal Zinger’s arm.
While Wally was bust trying to patch up Zhya, a certain existence appeared underground, staying absolutely hidden. And then, it placed a certain object onto the back of the Zinger Representative.
Minor Treasure—Mystic Human Stamp!
It creaked, groaned, and struggled, but managed to suck out the Death Tentacle Inheritance. The culprit was none other than Brangara, having escaped the Brood Mother’s attack using a puppet.
His Mystic Ewworm form lacked strength, but was damn good at hiding itself, which was the only reason he survived that exchange.
However, as a Mystic Human, Brangara couldn’t take in the inheritance. Even if he were to take it into his mind space, his resistance to external influence would destroy the inheritance eventually.
’The Death Tentacle Inheritance is a complete manual. With it, I only need a thought to activate it, similar to the Dance of Annihilation.’ Brangara thought as he used the Mystic Human Stamp to copy the inheritance, ’However, I don’t need the inheritance. I merely need the insights present in it to look at my Natures through a different perspective.’
With priority, he began copying it. Spawning endlessly out of the Mystic Human Stamp were Spirit Container clusters, containing small bits and pieces of content copied from the inheritance. In his Mystic Ewworm form, Brangara swallowed up the clusters and digested them in his stomach.
Slowly, he felt information collect in his mind space, ’That’s…good!’
Less than a minute had passed in such a fashion, before Brangara hurriedly retracted his Mystic Human Stamp and plunged deeper into the ground, feeling the soil change into a toxic sludge.
“Took me a while to figure out where you were hiding.” Came Orakha’s voice from the sky as a large block of earth was lifted into the sky, right as a creature crashed into it and shattered it into pieces.
“This time, I’ll eat you…please.” The Brood Mother uttered as with a twitch of her muscles, she sent the shattered earth flying, revealing the Mystic Human form of Brangara. She approached the latter, only to be hit by a crimson radiance.
The Mystic Ewworm slingshot itself away from the Brood Mother, only to find the latter teleporting before it once again.
’Dammit!’ Brangara felt his senses getting severely dampened, barely able to see, hear, smell, etc. much. He intended to flee, but suddenly, a dozen Spirit Weapons stabbed into his body and accelerated him into the Brood Mother’s mouth.
All he could do in the last moment was to eject the Minor Treasures of Spirt Puppet and Mystic Human Stamp out of his body. He glared at Orakha and roared, “Fucker! Just you wait!”
“I got what I need. And now, I’ll come to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, as a cocoon of Prana enveloped him with the Brood Mother.