Final Lord

Chapter 36 S-level talent!
As the venom gushed out, Shan Pao's belly gradually deflated. The painting wasn't even finished yet, and the resource liquid for advancement was running low!
Wang Bufu frowned, patted Big Butt's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Go, bring another bucket of resource liquid."

"Yes!"

Wang Bufu looked at Shan Pao's spitting and cursed with a smile, "You kid, you suddenly did this to me. Luckily, I already prepared all the resource liquids for the Toxic Cavemen to advance, otherwise you would have really caught me off guard."

Soon, the second bucket of resource liquid was also delivered to the foot of the mountain cannon. The mountain cannon opened his mouth and drank the resource liquid in one gulp and continued to paint.

Torso, arms, thighs... Shan Pao's belly is about to deflate again.

"Another bucket."

After one bucket of water, Shan Pao continued to paint. He drew a "Wang Bu Fu" with his legs slightly raised and his body leaning forward, and began to add details such as the pattern of his clothes and pants.

It was only then that Wang Bufu discovered that Shan Pao had actually controlled the amount of venom he spewed, allowing his painting to create shadows of varying depths, making it look exceptionally realistic. Wang Bufu found it hard to imagine how a caveman without eyesight could have accomplished this.

The Wang Bufu on the wall is heroic, smiling, and looks very handsome and energetic. Apart from his weird posture, there is nothing wrong with him.

"That's great! It should hold over twenty rounds of ammunition. The upper limit on the number of venom sacs has a diminishing return. After ten sacs, adding any more is extremely difficult. The mountain cannon is already very well made."

Wang Bufu was about to nod when suddenly, Shan Pao's belly moved and he started drawing something next to "Wang Bufu".

"Not over yet?!" Wang Bufu was dumbfounded. He looked at Shan Pao's somewhat sagging belly and quickly patted his big butt.

After three buckets of resource liquid, one bucket after another, the thing under Wang Bufu's feet had just begun to take shape - it turned out to be the drowned poison mother!
Wang Bufu was already numb, and his big butt was numb too.

"Get another bucket. No, two buckets. Oh, never mind, get five buckets! He can use them however he wants."

Soon, Wang Bufu realized that he was too early!

After the painting of the drowned poisonous mother was finished, Shan Pao actually started to add cavemen behind Wang Bufu! That guy holding his staff and holding his head high is just a blind cat!
Wang Bufu was both delighted and surprised. He was delighted that Shan Pao was so awesome, but he was surprised... Damn, you think resource liquid is free! If he hadn't gained so much in the Cat Sand Beast's alternate dimension, he wouldn't have been able to gather so much resource liquid.

"Never mind. I'll just go get ten more barrels. At worst, I can just go kill some monsters. Resources are there to be used."

A total of fifteen barrels of resource liquid were used, and Shan Pao's painting was finally completed!

A wide cape billowed around Wang Bufu's toes. The twelve pale tentacles of the Drowned Poison Mother crystallized and disintegrated. Wang Bufu's boot sank into the mother's third vertical pupil, which oozed like crushed moonlight, a star-like mucus. A large group of cavemen, holding pine torches, cast fang-like shadows on the rock wall, their slate-gray skin blending with the dark green water droplets dripping from the stalactites.

Shan Pao was panting heavily, his belly sagging. He looked up at his masterpiece with a delighted smile on his face.

"It's finally done, Lord. I didn't mean to disobey your orders, nor did I want to compete for the position of commander. I was just worried about falling behind.

You are the only lord who treats us as human beings. We cavemen are willing to die for you! Just like this painting, you are in front and we follow closely behind. "

"You little bastard, Shan Pao." Wang Bufu looked at Shan Pao with satisfaction, his eyes full of surprise.

An emerald green glow condensed on the mountain cannon, and after a moment, the mountain cannon completed its advancement in the light.

It was visibly that Shan Pao's body was two times larger than that of the other people in the poisonous cave. On Shan Pao's chest, the densely packed poison sacs made Wang Bufu's scalp tighten.

【Name: Shan Pao
Level: Ordinary 2nd level 1

Personal Talent: Powerful Precision (S): Long-range attack range +50% (at least 100 meters increase) Unable to dodge, not immune

Occupation: Poisonous Caveman
Attributes:
Life: 35
Attack: 15
Range: 110 meters (10+100)

Ammunition: 40 (ammunition +0~2/minute, replenishing ammunition requires nutrients, cannot be replenished when hungry, and replenishment speed increases when full)

Defense: 10
Speed: 7
Professional skills:

Burrow, Slow Poison Attack

Poisonous Miasma Spit: Can use venom for long-range attacks.

When the venom hits an enemy or lands on an open ground, it generates a slow-moving poison miasma with a diameter of 2 meters, which lasts for 3 seconds.

Units that inhale the poison miasma will gain 0.5 layers of Slowing Poison per second (speed -0.5).

The slowing poison lasts for 7 seconds and can be refreshed continuously. When the unit's speed drops to 0, it will fall into paralysis.

Wang Bufu was pleasantly surprised by the Mountain Cannon's attributes. The Toxin Caveman's biggest drawback was that its slowing poison required damage to take effect. Unfortunately, the Toxin Caveman wasn't a high-attack unit, so it couldn't penetrate many high-defense enemies.

Poison Miasma Cavemen don't have this drawback. As long as the enemy needs to breathe, they will inevitably be slowed by the miasma. Slower enemies have a harder time leaving the miasma. The more they absorb, the slower they are, and the slower they are, the more they have to absorb, until they are paralyzed and become lambs to the slaughter.

In addition, long-range attacks can avoid the disadvantage of the caveman's fragile body. It can be said that the poisonous miasma caveman is a qualitative change compared to the toxin caveman!
What originally limited the Poisonous Miasma Cave People was their pitiful amount of ammunition and low range. A normal advanced Poisonous Miasma Cave People only had 3 rounds of ammunition and a range of 10 meters, and they could not hit anything that was a little further away.

Strictly speaking, the Poisonous Caveman is not a ranged unit, but a melee unit with ranged control capabilities.

But these shortcomings were completely compensated by Shan Pao's superb advanced performance!

Wang Bufu appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually very happy inside.

"I've looked at Mountain Cannon's attributes before, and he definitely doesn't have the talent for Powerful Precision. He successfully awakened it during his advancement!

40 rounds of ammunition, 110 meters of range. This value already exceeds many extraordinary level 5 ranged units. Too exaggerated. Just stop calling it a mountain cannon and call it an Italian cannon!

"The Blind Chicken, the Cave Fungus Carrier who advanced with the Transcendent Mushroom, the Blind Cat, the Geomancer who advanced with Meditation, and the S-Class Poison Miasma Caveman Mountain Cannon, each one is stronger and more promising than the other.

The three great cave masters had all appeared in my territory. Who would have thought that before they were just common cave slaves? What was the probability of this happening?
Perhaps it was because the cavemen had been suppressed for too long, and countless ancestors blessed them and concentrated the luck of their entire race into my territory, which gave birth to these three geniuses.

After all, their ancestors were a powerful clan that had fought against the Earth Dragon Clan. Spending a little more paper money to buy connections in the underworld to make their ancestral tombs smoke was quite reasonable. "Wang Bufu looked at Shan Pao's panel again and laughed again.

"Tsk tsk. Their ancestral tomb must have had a fire of at least 13 levels, otherwise there wouldn't be so much smoke."

With a click, Shan Pao, having completed his advancement, knelt before Wang Bufu. In Wang Bufu's mind, he said in a loud voice, "My Lord, all six of us have succeeded!"

"Alright!" Wang Bufu said with a smile, "I promised you before that whoever first mastered the water spraying technique would be restored to his status as a subject. Shan Pao, tell me, who mastered it first?"

This……

Shan Pao shuddered. Of the six people, only one could be restored as a subject. The other five would have to continue being slaves even if they succeeded in advancing.

If the Lord asked me to answer, I would definitely answer myself. Then...

Shan Pao was about to speak when he suddenly remembered what Wang Bufu had said to Big Butt.

“Never abandon, never give up, no one can be left behind.”

So, Shan Pao gritted his teeth, lay on the ground, and took a gamble: "My Lord, among the six of us, no one came first or last. We all mastered it at the same time!"

Wang Bufu laughed: "Oh, they mastered it all at the same time? Are you sure?"

"I am sure!"

"That's a difficult situation. Merits are merits, faults are faults. It's an indisputable fact that you violated my orders first.

We agreed that only one person could recover. If I let all six of you recover, who will take my orders seriously in the future?"

"what can we do about it?"

Wang Bufu turned around, took a few steps casually, closed his eyes and shook his head as he began to think.

All the cavemen in the hall held their breath, no one dared to breathe.

After a long moment, Wang Buzhi paused. He looked at the cavemen present and said, "After the battle with the drowned poison mother, all the poison cavemen have reached the experience point required for advancement, but many have yet to start practicing spitting.

As pioneers, the six of you must have your own experiences in spitting.

I order you to serve as instructors for all poison cavemen as slaves, and to train and teach them how to spit.

Every caveman must ensure they have at least ten poison sacs before advancing! This will also be assessed and reviewed by you.

When all the poison cavemen have advanced, you will all resume your status as rulers.

Remember, no hoarding. If any of the Poison Miasma Cavemen has less than ten poison sacs, your slavery will be extended by one month.

What do you think of this plan?"

Shan Pao was overjoyed and immediately threw himself on the ground, saying loudly, "Thank you, Lord! Lord, you are so kind!"

The other five cavemen were also overjoyed and fell to the ground, shouting, "Woo-la!!"

Wang Bufu smiled slightly, looked at the cavemen present, and asked, "What about you? Do you think my reward and punishment plan is fair?"

All the cave dwellers bowed down and shouted “Wu La” in unison, and every one of them praised the king for his kindness and justice.
The blind cat shook the staff in his hand vigorously, shouting: "My Lord, you are wise! Long live my Lord!"

Amidst the sound of "la la", Wang Bufu walked over to Shan Pao, helped him up from the ground, and then patted Shan Pao's shoulder heavily, saying, "You are a good kid. I am optimistic about you. Don't make me wait too long.

After reaching Level 2, it will be much easier for you cavemen to learn vocalization. Take some time to learn the common language from Blind Cat, it will be useful in the future."

Shan Pao was overjoyed and quickly responded, "Don't worry, lord. I will do my best!"

"Okay. Go ahead." Wang Bufu helped several cavemen up one by one, encouraged them, and let them return to the team of poison cavemen.

Looking at the cave people's joyful expressions, the smile on Wang Bufu's face gradually faded.

He said coldly, "Blind Cat, take me to see the bandit leader, Thompson. All the poison cavemen have reached their maximum experience, and it's time for him to go on his journey."

The blind cat was startled and quickly replied, "Yes! Lord."

……

In the phosphorescence seeping from the cracks in the rocks, Thomson's skin appeared a swampy blue-gray color. That was an excessive amount of paralyzing toxin fermenting under his skin.

Every once in a while, dirty pus would oozed out of his buttocks, and when the cavemen precisely stabbed his buttocks with their spears, his pupils would dilate into two pools of melted asphalt due to paralysis.

Thirty-two stone nails forced him into a humiliating kneeling position, his hair and moss were woven into dirty ribbons, and the foul smell that permeated his body made him suffer even in his paralyzed state.

From time to time, the moist stalactites on the ceiling would drop drops of water precisely into his mouth, flowing down his mouth and into his throat, relieving his life-threatening thirst.

But instead of being grateful for it, he hated it.

It was these drops of water seeping from the cistern that kept him from dying of thirst. He wanted to die, had wanted to die a long time ago. But he didn't even have the right to die. The paralyzing poison of the cavemen prevented him from even committing suicide.

Boom, boom, boom... The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer rang in Thomson's ears. He raised his eyes weakly and saw the handsome figure like a devil in the firelight.

Thomson's expression, which had remained unchanged for a long time, finally fluctuated slightly.

This time, it wasn't the cavemen who changed shifts, but the devilish little lord!
Seeing Wang Bufu nod and ask the caveman behind him to step back, Thompson's lips trembled slightly.

He's finally here, and I can finally die.

Thomson closed his eyes with difficulty, waiting for the numbness in his body to slowly fade away.

After more than ten seconds, Wang Bufu said coldly, "Can you speak now, Thomson?"

"Yes," Thomson said with difficulty. "I'm telling you, I'll tell you everything you ask me. I promise it's the truth. My Lord, I have no other requests. I no longer want to escape or seek revenge. I just want to die. Please, kill me. Don't let them torture me anymore."

"If you had known this would happen, why did you do it? It's all your own fault." Wang shook his head in disbelief.

Hearing this, Thomson felt indescribable grief.

You beast! You told me back then that if I lied, you'd keep me locked up for two more days. So what happened? Two days after two days, how many two days have passed? You've tortured me for so long!
How could the kindhearted, generous, and righteous old Gru give birth to such a cruel son like you! You're not Gru's biological son! Your mother must have been raped by the devil from hell! A bastard born of a demon!
I shouldn't have accepted that mission in the first place. I should have hidden myself away, the farther away the better.

(End of this chapter)