The previous time he laid this trap on the Boar King, there were a few reasons for success. First was because Inala was equipped with a lot of knowledge about the Boar King, especially his character.
As the endgame villain of Sumatra Chronicles, there were a lot of details about the Boar King in it. Second, the Boar King wasn’t in a state of battle. Hence, he wasn’t using any detection means to perceive his surroundings.
Moreover, he had the arrogance as a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast. Even an Empyrean Tusk’s full-powered attack wasn’t capable of killing him. Therefore, he did not need to exercise vigilance. Thanks to it, Inala’s trap worked. 𝒐𝑽𝑙xt.𝗇𝓔t
But the case with the Millinger was different. The Millinger had been battling for more than two months already. So, all its senses were honed to the extreme and were sharp. As a result, its reaction time was instantaneous.
Moreover, it had sustained countless injuries because of Fhoong Brimgan, an enemy stronger than it. Therefore, it was completely alert.
Originally, Inala only planned to trap it at the bottom of the pit. The walls of the pit were brittle. If the Millinger were to use its centipede upper body to dig into the walls to break its fall, the wall would collapse.
Large amounts of soil would fall on the Centinger as a result, burying it at the bottom.
Moreover, the Prana Bomb lines covering the pit walls worked on absorbing its Prana upon contact. This was the trap that was displayed externally. But in truth, it was created to counter the Millinger’s Inhibition Dome.
Inala had increased the weight of the Prana Bomb lines while reducing their structural integrity, maintained solely through Internal Inertial Gravity. There existed vents for the effects of the Inhibition Dome to easily seep into these lines.
Therefore, once Inhibition Dome targets these lines, the effects of Internal Inertial Gravity would vanish, causing the lines to collapse. And when they collapse, large blocks of the ground surrounding the pit would fall off, preventing the Millinger from perching itself on them.
No matter how the Millinger defended itself, there was a method installed to trap it at the bottom of the pit. Once it was trapped, Inala would work on burying it further and eventually suffocate it.
But what he hadn’t expected the Millinger to do was injure itself to a large extent and go full throttle on offense to take advantage of Inala’s traps to completely obliterate the region.
It was an honest oversight on his part. But this was also a show of the terrifying intelligence posed by Gold Grade Pranic Beasts. It was hard to take advantage of them.
Phew! Phew! Fuoosh!
Inala exited the tunnel from a spot thirty kilometres away from the Ganrimb Kingdom Capital City and rushed through the wilderness, hearing faint whistling sounds as an artillery strike was launched his way.
Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!
His figure flickered through the region and dodged the spikes headed his way. Four Empyrean Zinger Scouts positioned themselves on his body and kept watch of the artillery strike.
Thankfully due to the distance, they could spot the spikes approaching from far away, giving Inala more than enough time to position his footing and dodge them.
The Millinger had sustained a lot of injuries in that confrontation. So, it wasn’t able to chase after him with its heavy body. That was why it could only unleash a single artillery strike in his direction.
Inala ran nonstop for the next thirty minutes and arrived at a stop before a marshland. This marshland was located downstream of the Angan River, covering the region at its end.
Half the border of the marshland was the Sandy-Grey Void ring.
As this was right next to the Sandy-Grey Void, Inala stopped, feeling that he had run enough. The moment he senses any Centingers chasing after him, he would enter the Sandy-Grey Void to avoid their pursuit.
“Haah…man, that was terrifying.” He spoke and slumped on the ground, feeling like jelly. Lifeforce coursed throughout his body in large volumes, but despite that, his bones had turned soft.
Large gashes covered his body and through most of them oozed out a pungent liquid. There were traces of rot in plenty of locations, due to the effect of the Bone-Melting Artillery’s power seeping into him.
Had his preparations been even a tad less, he would have turned into a puddle of bone within that tunnel.
As someone who had only been at the Body Stage for three years, that wasn’t the level of battle he could participate in. But despite that, he did, just to satisfy his greed. And now, he received a reality check.
This slap woke him up, allowing him to extrapolate on the changes happening to him. “Hmm…”
He stared at his trembling hands, feeling sober from the near-death experience. Only now did he feel the intense urge plaguing him. The source?
Tertiary Nature—Spatial Immune System!
When Gudora and Hanya targeted him in Ellora City, Inala turned his stomach into a biome to store the excess Empyrean Zingers and the vast amount of Prana Bombs and Life Bombs he had collected over the past three years.
That was where problems started. He had been oblivious to them.
Maintaining a biome wasn’t easy. A biome wasn’t simply a large space within the body but was a region capable of sustaining life.
It was possible to create one through Internal Inertial Gravity. Originally, whenever Inala created a biome, he felt large amounts of physical strain, as it was resource-intensive to upkeep one.
As a result, he only maintained one temporarily. But due to the situation with Gudora, he had to maintain it throughout the week he was tortured.
Somewhere along the line, the pain he felt subsided and vanished eventually. Or rather, he just stopped feeling it due to the torture he was subjected to under Battalda. And even after he escaped from the prison, the pain he felt due to the biome never returned.
Inala assumed that was because he had acclimated. But that wasn’t the truth. He was a human, with intelligence on par with a Silver Grade Pranic Beast. The mental exertion required to maintain a biome was only capable of being endured by an Empyrean Tusk—an Expert Gold Grade Pranic Beast.
Technically, he should have destroyed the biome and returned to having a normal stomach right after escaping from the prison. But he didn’t.
Inala’s Tertiary Nature influenced him otherwise.
Spatial Immune System was derived from the nature of Mammoth Clansmen living in an Empyrean Tusk’s body. An Empyrean Tusk maintained dozens of biomes in its body without an ounce of strain.
Therefore, for a Nature derived from that, it was only natural for the case to apply here too. But unfortunately for Inala, he wasn’t an Empyrean Tusk. He was simply a human wielding the power of a Deity without the physical and mental capabilities of one.
And since Empyrean Zingers were living in the biome of his stomach, his Tertiary Nature was being maintained as a passive, for seventy-seven freaking days, without rest.
“Argh! Gahhhh! Raakhhhhh!” The moment realisation hit him, his Tertiary Nature got deactivated, allowing him to be hit with the pain—that had accumulated in his stomach—in an instant.
Boom!
His stomach exploded as a large volume of materials gushed out as a torrent.