Chapter 595 Comb And Nectar
"He called himself Boul," Rattac expressed anger, "An arrogant fucker that treated all Ravaged Tribesmen as beneath him, as if we were inferior existences. He stole valuable information and treasures from all over the place. He even raided the Ravaged Federation Headquarters."
In his anger, Rattac went into detail regarding everything he heard about Boul Brimgan. In short, upon arriving on this planet, Boul Brimgan went on a hunt for information, following which he stole cultivation techniques, experimented on minerals, hunted people, etc.
Every single existence living on this planet was a Ravaged Tribesman. Hence, they were all stuck at the Body Stage, irrespective of the Grade of their strength. Against a 10-Life Stage Boul Brimgan, they were helpless.
Forget failing to harm him, they couldn't even get near him, since his Spirit Weapon could target someone from kilometres away. As a result, the Ravaged Federation were unable to catch him despite their best efforts.
"Worst of all, he even managed to sneak into the Comb!" Rattac said as he jumped through the entrance of the city, watching Inala follow suit. His attention fell upon the tub of water positioned right next to the entrance, in which swam two Phells.
As Inala entered, the Phells displayed no reaction, implying that Inala was indeed a Ravaged Tribesman. Upon seeing their reaction, Rattac calmed down and continued to speak with Inala.
Whether someone was a Clansman, Free Human, a Ravaged Tribesman, or a Pranic Beast in human form, only a Life Stage cultivator could detect the truth. Someone at the Body Stage didn't have the necessary senses to look into the truth of their identity.The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))
Therefore, as everyone in the Ravaged Federation was at the Body Stage, the sole method they could use for the identification process was the Phell. The Phells targeted every single existence apart from a Ravaged Tribesman with aggression.
So, it remained their fool-proof method to identify intruders.
"Comb? What's that?" Inala asked, despite knowing fully well what it was, for that was his objective.
"It's a special place," Rattac grinned in pride, "It's what allows the Ravaged Federation to remain strong."
"Look here," Rattac said and flexed his arm, causing the ends to form a pair of claws covered by scales. The nails contained toxins while the bones forming the arm grew in strength without a change in bone density.
Rattac waved his arm once, resulting in a powerful wind, "This is all thanks to the Comb."
'It's better than I thought!' Inala exclaimed mentally as he observed the arm, able to sense the physical characteristics of at least four Pranic Beasts seamlessly stitched together into a working whole. "Is something like this possible?"
"It's just the tip of the iceberg," Rattac felt a surging pride upon seeing Inala's batshit shocked expression, 'That old man in the city always boasted about how worthwhile it is to explain everything about this place to a newcomer. Inala's expressions make it worth the effort.'
"Ravaged Tribesmen can grow in strength and mutate endlessly through the Comb," Rattac spoke as the duo walked through the street. The cobbled pathway meandered like a narrow, with its widest sections reaching twenty metres while the narrowest parts barely spanned five metres.
This was the main road of the city. The rest of the roads were narrower, as there was no concept of vehicles in the place. Unlike the Brimgan Empire, which was technologically advanced as its strength revolved around Spirit Weapons, the cities of the Ravaged Federation seemed like they were straight out of the Stone Age.
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