Sumatra's Greatest Fan-Chapter 99: Drama Cubed

Huff...Puff!

With a slightly laboured breathing whose intensity increased steadily, Raurau was unable to take his eyes off the bowl, dazedly gasping little, troubled breaths, in and out, out and in, soon going into a cardiac arrest.

"Raurau!" Bnapbnap rushed to Raurau’s rescue and inspected the other party. Even though Raurau’s Prana would have already healed through the cardiac arrest by now, he still sent in a spark to assist the process.

"Stay with me!" He propped up Raurau, hugged, and rubbed the other party’s back while mixing in a few pats here and there, "There, there. Everything’s fine now. Our Deities are alive and kicking ass."

"We even have Wally with us. Things are going good for the Cooter Clan."

Gasp!

Raurau inhaled a sharp breath of air and looked at Bnapbnap with a visibly shaken up expression, as if unable to register the other party’s identity in his mind. A few seconds of consoling later, he barely managed to squeeze out a word, "Brother-in-law?"

"Yes, it’s me." Bnapbnap expressed his relief, "Why don’t you head inside and get some rest for now?"

"We’re in foreign territory, I..." Raurau uttered, freezing up the moment glanced at the bowl from the corner of his eye.

"Rest!" Bnapbnap condensed a cocoon of cloud, grabbed Raurau, sent the latter flying into a cabin, and locked the door right after.

There was silence for a couple seconds, following which Bnapbnap snapped his finger, releasing a thunderclap that jolted all the Cooter Clansmen to their senses, who all expressed concern towards Raurau’s well being.

"Now," Bnapbnap angled his chin to point at the father and daughter Mystic Human duo. "Go!"

While Cooter Clan scouts made beautiful arcs on the water surface and rushed towards their target, the Mystic Human duo kept flickering away, trying to increase their distance from the Battleships.

"Stop!" Brunta Brimgan roared as a golden spindle hovered beside him and whirred into a blur, "If you don’t pause your activities, I’ll treat it as a declaration of war."

"War?" Bnapbnap snorted as a thick layer of mist spread across the sea water, turning the bodies of the Mystic Humans sluggist right as they had arrived at a safe spot. Waiting right behind them was a Cooter Clansman in Spirit Weapon form, controlling a body of mist using psychokinesis.

Boom!

From the Battleship’s canons, loud firing sounds resounded. But the ones sent out weren’t shells, but the Spirit Weapon form of the Cooter Clansmen. As they moved as a projectile, a thick layer of water protected them and behaved like a shell.

They plunged into the water and camouflaged themselves, ready to pop up only in case the Mystic Human duo were to flicker nearby.

"This isn’t a war." Bnapbnap snorted, "Even though we’re not the rulers of the Dralh Sea anymore, there are still certain things we cannot overlook, especially when it comes to our Deities."

"Can you fathom the consequences of targeting the Mystic Humans?" Brunta Brimgan glared as dozens of Spirit Weapons hovered beside him.

"Every action has a consequence," Bnapbnap snorted as lightning bolts burst out of his being, "Including the mockery that has been made of our symbol of worship."

"We intend to clear out that hideous structure first." Bnapbnap pointed at the bowl, "Only then will we proceed with the purpose for which you’ve brought us here."

"Clear out what?" There was a soft, casual voice, which rang ever so faintly in the air, with a tone as if in the midst of stupor, "What exactly do you intend to clear out?"

Suddenly, every single Cooter Clansman who had hidden himself in the Dralh Sea felt difficulty in moving. Those on the Battleships found it hard to breathe, feeling as if their hearts were getting pressured by an external force.

The weaker ones at the Iron Grade straight up fainted as hairline cracks formed in their Spirit Containers.

Even Bnapbnap found himself stunned for a moment, not daring to release his Prana detection means, for he was sure the feedback would generate a skin prickle so powerful, it wouldn’t be strange if an arm of his got blown off.

Many of those serving as the ’eyes’ on the Battleship had been maintaining their Prana detection means all along. Simultaneously, their skins burst across their bodies, spilling blood out of their tiny cabins like a torrent.

They barely hung on to their lives, unable to muster the strength necessary to even drink a medicine. The Prana in their bodies had grown sluggish and was struggling to heal them, making their recovery rates painfully slow.

The cause was the individual who had appeared beside Bnapbnap in a pose akin to taking a shit in the wilds. Even though the air was still, his ivory hair still fluttered like a flag on a pole.

He seemed to be casually standing on the deck, and only a couple seconds after he had voiced out did it appear, a fierce gale bursting with shockwaves that targeted everyone without bias.

Boom! Boom!

Brunta Brimgan quickly erected a series of walls along the path of the shockwaves and diverted them away from the Battleships. Only a small portion of the shockwaves reached the deck, thankfully weakened enough that it just swatted a small group of Cooter Clansmen into the sea.

"Judging by your reaction speed, you must be a Brimgan Prince." The individual uttered, "So, why haven’t I been notified about the visit of someone as important as you?"

"It’s an honour to meet you..." Just as Brunta Brimgan began his introduction, he was interjected.

"Don’t lie with that honour crap." The ivory-haired individual complained while digging into his ears, "With the history between our two sides, we’re well past diplomatic pleasantries."

"It’s only polite that," Brunta Brimgan was cut off once again by a raise of the ivory-haired individual.

"You were yapping about something, what was it again?" The ivory-haired individual stood before Bnapbnap and looked down on the other party, "You will do what exactly?"

Bnapbnap wanted to retort, but found himself struggling to even open his mouth, not because of the other party’s presence. No, the ivory-haired individual had clamped his hand on his jaw, forcefully keeping it shut.

Slinging his arm around Bnapbnap’s shoulder, the ivory-haired individual pointed at the bowl, "I noticed something when I was hearing your back and forth all along."

"The predator that treated your Deities as a meal," The ivory-haired individual taunted, "Why aren’t you brave enough to utter his name?"

"Sacred, huh? Terrified? Shitting your pants?" He chuckled like he had heard the grandest joke ever, and dramatically leaned in on Bnapbnap’s ears, "That predator, the one whose name you fear to even utter,"

"I made him cry like a bitch plenty of times."