Sumatra's Greatest Fan-Chapter 123: Are You Or Are You Not My Honoured Son?

Abode of the Mystics!

The Palace of the Mystic Humans splintered across the region as a series of rapid flashes interacted with each other.

It was Virala, fighting six Depraved Humans with a flurry of punches and kicks. It was a violet flash contesting against six grey flashes.

Boom!

Cranking Prana through his right arm, he raised its structural integrity to the limit using psychokinesis and punched through a Depraved Human’s head, splattering his grey matter across the crumbling palace.

The headless Depraved Human didn’t seem to die even after getting a head loped off. But having already experienced it a few times before, Virala condensed a Tratham tool in the shape of a flashlight and aimed it at a specific spot on the Depraved Human’s stomach.

It fired a concentrated beam of red that bored a hole through the stomach and made contact with a core positioned there. A fraction of a second later, the core vaporised.

"Nirclicks have cores across their bodies to serve as their body’s command centers." Virala uttered as he fired the reddish beam across a dozen locations on the Depraved Human’s body, "Narlakks are similar. And they won’t die until all their cores are destroyed."

"Depraved Human or whatever," He snorted, "At the end of the day, you’re just a corrupted version of a Mystic Human. So, your transformation rules are the same."

"You’ve been using the cores of both your Narlakk forms to increase your survivability." He concluded upon turning the Depraved Human into a sieve, "It’s a pain to figure out their location, but nothing impossible for me."

"One down," Uttered Virala, his expression unchanging, as if he were on a stroll while at a push from him, the Depraved Human’s corpse collapsed upon the destroyed floor with a dull thud. He then eyed the rest of the Depraved Humans, "Five more to go."

"Shit," The Depraved Humans appeared restless, "To think one of us died that easily."

"What do we do now?"

One of them gazed up at Virala in fear, "He’s...he’s too strong!"

"Do you know why I’ve been explaining stuff mid fight?" Virala expressed an annoyed groan upon seeing the fear-struck expressions in the faces of the five Depraved Humans. His body flinched when a hand stabbed into his back, directly aiming for the spine.

The fear-struck expressions of the five Depraved Humans spontaneously morphed into glee.

Virala turned around and stared at the figure of the sixth Depraved Human stabbing into his back, "See, this is why."

"Don’t bother putting on an act, since it is a cringe fest." He uttered and casually coiled his hips like a serpent until he had turned 180 degrees, spread his arms wide in a flash and brought them together to thunderclap the sixth Depraved Human to bits.

He then watched the sixth Depraved Human reappear next to his splattered corpse, appearing a lever weaker, ’So, he has Life Stage strength. Judging by his presence, he’s now at the 9-Life Stage...’

He frowned, noticing the other party’s presence climb up to its initial levels immediately after, ’And now, he’s again at the 10-Life Stage.’

’He’s not even building a body. But in an instant, a complete body becomes part of his Life Stage stack.’ Virala analysed and concluded, "You guys have something in you that’s boosting your cultivation to the maximum, huh?"

"Not only is it boosting your strength, but it’s also supplying you with endless Prana." He licked his lips in delight, "I truly wonder about the identity of the treasure that enables something this absurd."

"You’re a pretty dangerous guy." The Depraved Human at the lead uttered as the rest surrounded Virala and erected their Inhibition Dome, "However, with this, you can no longer use any Spirit Weapons."

"Inhibition Dome?" Virala condensed a stream of Prana and watched it dissipate, "It’s strong enough to affect even me, huh?"

"We developed our weapons specifically to kill you." The Depraved Human at the lead commented.

"So, external Spirit Weapons are useless." Virala still appeared casual, "But internal Spirit Weapons can still be used."

He patted his chest, "I alone am enough to kill weaklings like you."

"Confident, are we?" The six Depraved Humans laughed in disdain, "How can you kill us when the number of lives we have will regenerate endlessly."

"No such thing as infinite exists in this world." As he laughed, time itself seemed to slow down. No, it was the perception of all the Depraved Humans being cranked to its limits to the extent the world around them seemed to have slowed down to a crawl.

The cause was the presence he had released. To explain it in one word, it was...

Voracious!

The skies of the Dralh Sea instantly developed an aurora, which spread far and wide to cover the entire region. The aurora danced like the waves and manifested the face of a boar within, one that intensely expressed its desire to consume everything that lived.

A voracious appetite and a strength that could match said appetite. It was a presence pretty similar to what Yoribu had unleashed, however, the magnitude was in levels unimaginable to the masses, beyond their realm of comprehension.

"Nusantara’s Celestial Bitch," Virala uttered as violent waves of energy blasted out of him every fraction of a second akin to an explosion, "If you wanted my head, you should have personally come to beg me for it."

"What feeds your delulu that the insignificant ants you’ve created could ever hope to threaten even the slightest aspect of my fart, much less my life?"

...

"What...W-W-What the fuck is happening?" Runthral instinctively trembled in fear upon feeling an overbearing presence permeate the region. Suddenly, it was as if the ground, the water, the air, and everything else in between from the region could consume him.

The aurora in the sky brightened the region, enough to make it seem like it was evening.

"It...it...it’s here! IT’S HERE!" He was jolted by the sudden screams eliciting from his father.

"He’s here! No, don’t!" Clutching his head in horror, Raurau was applying enough pressure to pop out the eyes, "Not again! Please...don’t!"

"Father...!" Runthral screamed in a fluster upon seeing Raurau behaving in a self-destructive manner. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Die, you fucker! Die! Die! DIE!" Raurau cursed as he banged his head on the floor, repeatedly, every hit stronger than the previous, "Not again! No...AGAIN!"

"Father!" Runthral screamed as the walls around them thinned out and latched a layer of compressed Gentle Coral on Raurau to lock him in place, preventing him from moving for the time being, "Get a hang of yourself!"

"Father!"

"...Son?" Barely a semblance of clarity appeared in his expression, ignoring the blood seeping into and out of the eye sockets. Nerves wriggled into the sockets as his Prana was automatically regenerating the eyes.

However, he stopped his Prana’s efforts and faced Runthral with a blank expression, "Are you a son? Or are you a honoured son?"

"What...does that mean?" Runthral frowned at the question, but he didn’t have time to think, as amidst a violent influx of smoke from the lower levels, a creature melted its way out of the floor.

"Let me answer that," It was the Quill-boosted Millinger that had been accompanying the Depraved Humans, possessing strength at the peak of the Gold Grade.

"Protect the Dei..." The Cooter Clansman that had shouted had his head splattered by a spike. His body melted into a puddle, including the rest of his bodies that appeared beside the puddle, only to be targeted by the spikes one after another.

"Ignore the distractions." As the Central Peak Battleship was blown apart from within, the Millinger eyed the duo before it and focused on Runthral, "To answer your old man’s question,"

"You’re neither honoured nor a son." It grinned, "A tool serving your Clan’s demise. That’s what you are."