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Accompanied by desperate roars, terrifying bombardments resounded continuously. Even the golden protective shield released by the priest hero could not withstand it, shattering directly after only two attacks. The orc berserker hero, known as Maslow by his companions, was smashed into a bloody pulp by the blood spear and completely merged into the Sunset Plains.

There are seven left.

The war tyrant turned his head, revealing an extremely ferocious and terrifying smile. He looked at the increasingly deep [Blood Feud] mark on the head of the orc troll hero Hattis, and his killing intent grew stronger.

[A furious pursuit]

He started running! The ten-meter-tall War Tyrant was enough to shake the battlefield just by running. His running speed increased and his momentum became stronger and stronger, like a high-speed train rushing fiercely towards the orc troll hero.

Finally, the blood spear descended from the sky! It pierced through the desperately fleeing orc troll hero! He couldn't even outrun this war tyrant!

The successive deaths of the orc heroes enraged the remaining orc heroes, who roared and screamed madly, launching a desperate and powerful attack.

The Sword Saint charged forward with Swift Step, unleashing a strike several times stronger than before. With a single blow, he left a scar more than four meters long on the War Tyrant, and terrifying blood rained down like rain.

The orc priest cast the Green Curse, which was then consumed by the Eye of Omargon. Not only that, the Eye of Omargon also returned the favor with an instant-death judgment.

The orc priest did not have Ye Mingqiu's terrifying effect resistance. The moment he encountered the instant death judgment, he seemed to see something terrifying. His eyes became extremely fearful. He threw away the bone staff that he usually cherished, made a strange sound, and finally died in convulsions.

The Minotaur hero roared in anger, unleashing a powerful shockwave that instantly ripped off a layer of the War Tyrant's skin, nearly tearing apart the muscle fibers inside as well.

As soon as the attack ended, the minotaur found that the crimson giant eye was already staring at him, and suddenly, a very ominous feeling arose.

"boom!!"

The giant hand fell instantly, pressing the minotaur's body hard against the ground, making intimate contact with the flesh and blood of the dead orc warrior, and kissing the deeper layers of soil.

Finally, the war tyrant threw the minotaur dozens of meters away.

The reason is simple: this old bull is a bit tough and can't be killed quickly, so it's better to take out the other orc heroes first and then deal with him.

The war tyrant's giant eye swept across the battlefield. The orc swordsman had already created distance, while the bloodaxe chieftain assumed a charging stance, his body gradually radiating increasingly powerful blood energy fluctuations, and the giant axe in his hand began to display blood-red runes.

"Open Heaven Slash!"

As the Blood Axe swung out, Ye Mingqiu immediately countered with a Supreme Basic Attack.

"boom!!!"

An incredibly terrifying surge of power erupted once more, blasting the War Tyrant's blood spear away. A crimson slash struck his enormous body in an instant, scattering crimson blood across the sky.

A deep, bone-revealing wound stretched from the War Tyrant's left shoulder to his right waist, gushing blood and spilling his internal organs. The orc hero and Akash Dyer finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

The next moment, the blood spear moved.

The blood spear connected to the War Tyrant's arm suddenly throbbed, and crimson energy flowed upwards along the crystal patterns connected to the War Tyrant, entering his body. Immediately afterward, the War Tyrant's chest wound began to heal at an extremely fast speed. In just a few seconds, the wound, which had been deep enough to expose the bone, had disappeared.

Akash Dale was stunned, and the other orc heroes grew increasingly desperate, but the War Tyrant gave them no chance, continuing to wield his blood spear and kill another orc hero.

"Ouch!!!"

A terrifying roar erupted as a colossal Bloodfang Mammoth suddenly charged into the battlefield. Its rider, eyes wide, shouted, "For the Bloodaxe Tribe! Kill!!"

"boom!!"

The terrifying impact of the Bloodfang Mammoth's high-speed charge instantly caused the War Tyrant to stumble and nearly fall to the ground, letting out a muffled groan.

But that's all.

Enraged, the War Tyrant swung his hand and slapped the Bloodfang Mammoth squarely on the head.

"boom!!"

A dull, resounding impact echoed as the mammoth's head, clad in heavy bone armor, shattered like a ripe watermelon. Red and white fragments mixed with bone armor scattered everywhere. The headless behemoth's corpse crashed to the ground, and its rider was crushed to death by the carcass.

He looked again and found that the fearless Bloodaxe tribe orc warriors had surrounded him again. His fear had been replaced by determination; they were true warriors.

The best course of action is to bestow upon true warriors the glory that transcends life and death.

"I bestow upon you a noble death."

Ye Mingqiu swung his blood spear horizontally with his right hand, and the twelve-meter-long spear unleashed terrifying power.

Like a scythe cutting through a wheat field, wherever the blood spear passed, whether it was a heavily armored orc warrior, a shield wall trying to form a defensive formation, or a fleeing soldier running in panic, they were all cut in half!

Limbs, severed arms, shattered weapons and armor, and mangled flesh were scattered like fireworks, and a terrifying trench several feet deep, made of blood, flesh and soil, was plowed into the ground, instantly staining the ground within a radius of tens of meters red with blood.

"Stop him! Use totem magic!"

On the village wall, the shamans let out desperate roars. They exerted all their strength and worked together to activate a huge totem pole. The patterns on the totem pole gradually lit up and burst forth with power.

Immediately afterwards, a ghastly green "ray," as thick as a bucket and writhing with the wails of countless vengeful spirits, pierced into the war tyrant's massive, broad chest like a poisonous dragon.

The next moment, the Eye of Omargun once again devoured the curse that was aimed at it, while simultaneously sending instant-death judgments back at the shamans in the distance one by one.

"thump!"

One shaman died, his body contorted in despair. Then, one by one, the shamans beside him fell to the ground, their expressions ferocious and terrifying, as if they had seen some horrific being.

Chapter 116 The End of the War

"This is terrifying! Is this what a true overlord is like?"

The Scarred Squad watched from afar as the giant charged into the enemy camp's core and wreaked havoc, their pupils trembling involuntarily. The impact of the scene was simply too strong.

He knew that the overlords were strong, but he never thought that a level 2 overlord could suppress a group of level 5 monarchs, especially with the enemy having a large number of soldiers to cover them.

Tank, standing beside him, while providing protection and aura support to Mogna, casually said, "In our school's psionic anthology, there is an article about overlord-level powerhouses. The psionicists who specialize in overlord studies all share a common conjecture."

"The overlord is not a mere template, but proof of great power. When the strength of the natives reaches a certain level, they will be recognized by the spirit world and become overlords."

"When his strength declines and he weakens, he will lose the proof of being a hegemon, and his rating will also degenerate back to the original monarch level. The monarch level, like the hero level, is the limit of the natives."

"A hegemon is not above a king, but a king who possesses exceptionally great power, which is why they become hegemons. And for this reason, no matter what level a hegemon is at, he must possess unparalleled power and is definitely not someone that a psionicist or a king can confront head-on."

"But this is just speculation. Perhaps the Overlord is actually a higher-level template, and psionicists also have a higher level, a professional level that can rival the Overlord."

Carved Mark listened silently, his gaze fixed on the battlefield overlord, his expression gradually shifting.

The war tyrant was like a natural disaster walking among humans. Every swing of his blood spear brought up a crimson storm of death, and every time his giant foot landed, it caused the earth to shake, leaving behind huge craters and countless corpses that were shocked to death or crushed.

He couldn't even get hurt by attacks from ordinary orcs. Even the massive war beasts like the Bloodfang Mammoth only slightly shook him. He could even withstand the shaman's witchcraft curses head-on and kill the shaman from the backlash.

The war at this moment is no longer a battle between evenly matched forces, but a one-sided massacre.

The Blood Axe Warriors, driven by their pursuit of glory, charged into battle amidst roars and howls, only to be swallowed up by the heavy feet of the War Tyrant, by the space-tearing attacks of the Blood Spears, and to slumber forever in the depths of the Sunset Plains.

The war tyrant, bathed in a rain of blood, swept across the battlefield of steel and wreckage, his terrifying blood spear symbolizing absolute power.

He raised his hand to Akash Dail, activated the Eye of Omargon, and an incredibly terrifying gaze instantly enveloped the orc chieftain. Countless instant-death judgments erupted in an instant, and Akash Dail, as the chieftain, saw the Old God.

To be precise, he "saw" a part of the ancient god's true form through the aura, but that true form was not something he could look directly at. Therefore, he was disturbed and devoured by the ancient god's aura, and finally died on the ground in an extremely distorted posture, revealing an expression similar to that of other shamans.

Thus, the Blood Axe tribe was completely wiped out.

The setting sun sank completely, leaving only a sky full of dark red sunset clouds, like congealed blood, helplessly painting this vast slaughterhouse of the sunset plain.

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the stench of blood, burnt entrails, and ruptured organs, mixed with the dust kicked up by the repeated trampling of the soil, formed a suffocating miasma of hell, weighing heavily on the hearts of every survivor.

The battlefield was no longer as noisy and deafening as before; instead, there was a deathly silence and a sense of oppressive breathing.

Everywhere you look, there are corpses.

Broken weapons, twisted armor, the mountain-like corpses of blood-toothed mammoths with their heads smashed, and the remains of orcs crushed into mincemeat by war beasts—layers upon layers covered every inch of land as far as the eye could see. Blood gathered into streams, forming dark red swamps in the low-lying areas, reflecting the pale, cold rising moon in the sky.

"call!"

In the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the war tyrant, bathed in blood and with his feet treading on flesh, exhaled a heavy breath. At this moment, Ye Mingqiu's eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, and his killing intent was nearing its limit.

[Note: Blood Spear provides you with pure life energy, increasing your maximum health by 50]

Pure life energy flowed from the Blood Spear into Ye Mingqiu's body. He felt an unparalleled sense of comfort and smiled. As a warrior, nothing was more blissful than having a reliable weapon.

The battle was completely over, but the tyrant's destructive aura did not dissipate. On the contrary, it appeared even more terrifying against the backdrop of the battlefield, heavily enveloping the entire Sunset Plain.

This is a sign that Ye Mingqiu's killing intent is leaking out uncontrollably, and it's even more serious than before. Before, Ye Mingqiu at least appeared to be a normal person on the surface, only entering an abnormal state during battle. Now, even after the battle ends, he still occasionally exudes terrifying killing intent.

The surviving Stoneclaw and Blackfang Orc warriors roared and shouted wildly, bathed in the blood of their enemies or themselves, standing amidst the piles of corpses, their eyes fixed on the Beast King they followed and supported, further drawn in by the killing intent.

"king!"

"king!"

Under the halo of "Undying in a Hundred Battles," they deeply experienced the joy of fighting alongside their king. It was an excitement and pride that originated from the life instincts of orcs and penetrated to their very core. They craved war and longed for more.

"It's like a bloodthirsty tyrant."

Mark looked at the Beast King at the heart of the war and couldn't help but mutter softly.

His whisper was overheard by the [King-level] Stoneclaw warrior beside him, whose eyes gleamed with a strange light, and who soon began to shout excitedly.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

Many orcs quickly realized this and immediately concluded that Bloodthirsty Tyrant was a more fitting title for the king than Bloodthirsty Fang.

So they spontaneously joined in, waving their weapons and shouting, their voices growing louder and louder.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

Amidst roars and shouts of utter admiration, the Bloodthirsty Tyrant slowly turned his head, his ferocious blood-red eyes shooting out a scorching gaze like the blazing sun hanging in the sky, reflecting into the hearts of every orc and leaving the deepest mark on their lives.

That's an image unique to the Bloodthirsty Tyrant!

Those are memories that belong exclusively to the Bloodthirsty Tyrant!

He is none other than the Beast King - Bloodthirsty Tyrant!

Then, the War Tyrant's body gradually shrank and degenerated, returning to its original four-meter height. Although it was far inferior to the Tyrant form, it still possessed unparalleled power and a sense of oppression.

"Whoo~"

Ye Mingqiu exhaled slowly, his gaze sweeping over the corpses of heroes and chieftains at his feet, and commanded: "Gather their heads and offer them glory for my throne."

"Yes!"

The orc leader immediately nodded in response.

“Cast”.

Ye Mingqiu gave another order, calling upon the Stoneclaw Tribe's [King-level] hero, the same hero who had previously held off the Bloodfang Mammoth in the war.

The warrior named Caster stepped forward, his body radiating glory and happiness, as if the weariness and toil of war had been healed. He was commanded by the Bloodthirsty Tyrant, for it was his glory.

For orc warriors, honor is more important than life and death.

He suppressed his mental exhaustion, as well as his excitement and awe, and rushed to Ye Mingqiu as fast as he could. He knelt heavily on one knee, his beastly eyes filled with admiration and longing. He stared at Ye Mingqiu's giant foot and said, "Great King, I will carry out your will."

"Clear the battlefield."

Ye Mingqiu gave the order.

Looking at the scattered corpses at his feet, he said calmly, "Gather their bones into a tombstone, encircle the skulls around it, and forge a tomb that belongs only to Blood Axe. That will be our glory."

"Yes! As you wish!"

Caster stood up, turned to look at the countless Stoneclaw warriors, and roared with all his might, "Stoneclaw bastards! Get up! Forge the bones of the Bloodaxe tribe into a monument of glory! Showcase our strength and honor!"

"Strength and glory!"

"Strength and glory!"

"Strength and glory!"

Countless Stoneclaw warriors rose to their feet. Although their energy had been almost completely depleted in the war, the power and glory still ignited their souls—something that all orc warriors pursued with their lives.

Whether they live, turning their enemies into monuments, or die, being turned into monuments by others, it doesn't matter to them. They release themselves in war, and winning or losing is the greatest blessing.

"Mogna".

Ye Mingqiu called out a name again, this time to the daughter of the former chief of the Black Fang tribe, who is now in charge of the Tyrant's Fang.

Compared to other ordinary orc warriors, she possessed more intelligence, but even so, it wasn't enough compared to those resourceful humans. Nevertheless, she was still a relatively useful subordinate.

Mogna arrived quickly. Although she was in poor mental condition, she was responsible for maintaining the aura rather than fighting directly, so her condition was not particularly bad.

She also knelt on one knee and replied, "Your noble Bloodthirsty Tyrant, your black fangs are here."

"Take over the Blood Axe Tribe's stronghold and plunder all war resources, including food, weapons, gold coins, herbs, and slaves. Inventory all resources," Ye Mingqiu ordered.

"Yes!"

A glint flashed in Mogna's eyes.