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Chapter 115 The Tyrant Arrives!
Ye Mingqiu advanced alone at the forefront of the battlefield, stepping over the bodies of countless orcs, undeterred by arrows and javelins raining down on him.

He charged alone to Akash Dal, and seeing him standing on the battlefield with several orc heroes beside him, he instantly realized that he was facing not just one level 5 king-level powerhouse, but several.

“Blood Fang, you are very strong. As a newly born Beast King, you even remind me of a young Kachi Aster. If you train for a few more years, you will defeat me. Now, you have no chance,” Akash Dale said condescendingly.

"Just you?"

Ye Mingqiu smiled and asked in return.

“My Bloodaxe tribe has seven heroes, plus me, that’s eight chieftains. Do you think you can defeat us?” Akash Dale retorted.

“If I didn’t think it would work, I wouldn’t be standing here,” Ye Mingqiu replied.

[Battle Spirit Value: 100]

After the charge and slaughter, the war tyrant's fighting spirit was at its peak. He smiled as he looked at the eight kings before him, and unparalleled power surged and erupted from his body.

[Tyrant Form]

The terrifying sense of oppression was indescribable, forming a tangible storm. The giant orc, who was already four meters tall, was now growing even taller. His body became increasingly enormous, his bones cracked, and his muscles bulged and stretched wildly like a continuous mountain range.

Five meters!

Six meters!

Seven meters!

His size is still growing! He's becoming even larger! He's practically an ancient beast giant awakening on the battlefield, displaying his majestic figure to the world.

A giant standing ten meters tall appeared, his entire body covered in terrifying muscles. Upon entering his tyrant form, his armor also changed, becoming even more arrogant and terrifying, filled with mysterious and powerful runes.

"Roar!!"

The awakened tyrant roared, and the mental impact of the [War Roar], mixed with visible sound waves, spread out in a circular burst in all directions. The [Elite] Blood Axe Warriors, who were hundreds of meters away, were instantly struck as if by a terrifying giant hammer, and their bodies exploded into countless blood mists!
Those further away were shaken by the terrifying roar, bleeding from all seven orifices, their internal organs ruptured, and they fell down in swathes like harvested wheat.

"He's a monster."

Akash Dale was no longer nonchalant. He stared blankly at the ten-meter-tall War Tyrant. He felt that this was the true form of the Blood-Eroded Fang, rather than a limited-time form that unleashed powerful energy through some means. This was because its aura was balanced, peaceful, and full of power, completely different from the chaotic form that unleashed power in a limited time.

The next moment, several heroes moved simultaneously, transforming into several blood shadows that attacked the War Tyrant from different directions. In the distance, a hero priest was casting blessings on his companions, enhancing their power and providing them with certain special buffs.

"Whoosh!!"

The orc troll hero hurled a javelin, its terrifying power causing the bone javelin to traverse space in an instant, striking the War Tyrant squarely in the forehead.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, a javelin pierced the forehead of the war tyrant, leaving a wound about one centimeter deep. The wound looked particularly horrifying against his ten-meter-tall, terrifying body.

Now, the War Tyrant's constitution attribute has reached an astonishing 101.7, and his health has reached a terrifying 5804. With the blessing of [Unparalleled Valor] and [Spiritual Energy - Holy Body], he has a terrifying damage reduction of up to 68 points.

With the boost from level 4 [Basic - Constitution], he will gain an additional 40 points of physical defense.

Not only that
[Note: Hattisir's throwing passive skill inflicts the "Bone Crack" effect. Constitution assessment failed; you are immune to 74% of the Bone Crack effect.]

[Note: Your abnormal status resistance assessment has passed; you are now immune to the "Bone Crack" effect]

[Note: Because you are immune to "Bone Crack," you will enter an "Enraged" state.]

[Note: Hattisir will inflict the "Blood Feud" effect on you if he deals damage to you.]

Blood Feud: When damaged, automatically apply the Blood Feud effect to the person who caused the damage. When attacking someone with the Blood Feud effect, the damage dealt is amplified. The higher the damage received, the stronger the Blood Feud damage amplification effect, up to amplifying damage by 30%.

Enraged: If you are affected by a control effect and successfully resist the control, or if a negative effect is resisted, you will enter the [Enraged] state, increasing your movement speed and attack speed by 10%.

The mark of Blood Feud is a crimson sword hanging high above one's head. The darker the sword, the greater the damage from Blood Feud. This is the conclusion Ye Mingqiu reached during his bloody battle with Sades.

"Ok?"

Hattis felt a chill run down his spine. Although nothing had happened, he felt as if he were being watched by a giant dragon, as if it might come to take his life at any moment.

The orc swordsman swung his blade with incredible speed, slashing at the War Tyrant's Achilles tendon, but only managed to leave a shallow wound, which was healing at an alarming rate.

The Minotaur hero was the most fierce; he charged headlong into the War Tyrant, his horns striking the War Tyrant's knee hard.

"boom!"

There was another muffled thud. He felt as if he had crashed into a mountain. The other party didn't move at all, but he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

The next moment, the war tyrant grinned and raised the blood spear in his hand. The blood spear grew longer and larger as Ye Mingqiu's body swelled, and now it had grown to a full twelve meters, almost like a war torture instrument.

"boom!!"

The blood spear crashed down, slamming heavily onto a blood axe. A terrifying shockwave erupted, and a deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, leaving countless orcs stunned by the advancement.

Akash Dale knelt on the ground, his hands, which held the giant axe, were in excruciating pain. He felt as if his arms might break at any moment; the power of that war tyrant was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

More orc heroes attacked, striking the War Tyrant with various attacks, but they could only leave shallow wounds and could not cause effective damage. Faced with the terrifying giant who was ten meters tall, the Bloodaxe Tribe heroes present gradually felt despair.

Unable to hit!
They can't damage them at all!
But the war tyrant didn't care about any of that. He only attacked the enemies he could kill most effectively. Every step he took was like an ancient giant beating a war drum, making a loud and resounding noise that caused the ground to tremble violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

Many ordinary Bloodaxe warriors who were fleeing nearby were knocked off balance by the shockwave, and some orc warriors even suffered internal organ rupture and coughed up blood after falling to the ground.

It's important to understand that orcs are one of the most mindless and warlike races. If you can make an orc feel fear and instinctively want to flee, then it's truly impossible to win.

"Quick! Stop him!"

Akash Dale roared, unable to imagine the horrific carnage this terrifying war tyrant would inflict on the battlefield if they, these heroes, could not stop him.

Several orc heroes joined forces, continuously attacking the War Tyrant and trying their best to keep him occupied and prevent him from turning his attention to other orcs. This was exactly what Ye Mingqiu wanted.

The terrifying tyrant laughed loudly. He shrewdly seized an opening and slammed his blood spear into an orc berserker hero, slamming him to the ground. He then ignored the attacks of other heroes and continued to smash the heroes on the ground with his blood spear.

"do not want!"

"Maslow!"

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.

(End of this chapter)