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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—layer upon layer, covering 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."

"Clean up the battlefield," Ye Mingqiu ordered.

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.

The Bloodthirsty Tyrant truly lives up to its reputation as a hero summoned by the Black Fang tribe. It is indeed on the side of our Black Fang tribe. With these war resources, the Tyrant's Fang can become even stronger.

She turned around and summoned all the Black Fang tribe warriors who could move, but unfortunately, there were only fifty or so warriors left in the Tyrant's Fang tribe, half of the original one hundred.

But
Despite being reduced in number by half, Tyrant's Fang's overall strength did not decrease; on the contrary, it became even stronger. This was because among the fifty-odd surviving orc warriors of Tyrant's Fang, sixteen [Elite] orc warriors successfully advanced to [Leader-level].

The leader's strength far surpasses that of the elites. Even after losing nearly half of its members, Tyrant's Fang's strength continues to increase. The other elite orcs who haven't advanced have also seen a significant increase in strength, and they may be able to successfully advance after another large-scale war.

This is the advantage of orc warriors. Orcs are low in intelligence, have no skills, rely entirely on brute force, and fight almost entirely by recklessness.

But
As long as they survive, they can grow stronger and advance in battle, becoming even more powerful orc warriors. This is the advantage of orc warriors: as long as they don't die, they can become stronger in battle.

Subsequently, Mogna led the warriors of Tyrant's Fang into the Bloodaxe tribe's stronghold. The voices of the Bloodaxe's elderly, weak, women, and children could be heard from inside the stronghold, but they were quickly subdued, enslaved, and their spoils were looted.

Finally, Ye Mingqiu's gaze fell upon the team of psychic warriors, whose attire stood out from the other orcs.

"lackey."

".yes."

Carved's heart was filled with turmoil, but he kept telling himself not to get angry. The other party was an orc who was brainless, which was why he called me a hound.

That’s not right either!

He can use magic, how could he really be brainless?
etc.
If I remember correctly, during the battle with Blood Fang, Blood Spear spontaneously used magic. Is it possible that the one who could use magic was not Blood Tyrant, but his weapon?

That must be some kind of divine weapon!

Is it a top-tier weapon?

If he remembers correctly, top-tier equipment cannot be obtained through normal drops; it can only be acquired through certain special missions or special means.

Of course, if you are lucky enough to participate in the conquest of the overlord and accumulate enough merits in the battle, and then get lucky enough to obtain the overlord's treasure chest, there is a very small chance that you can get overlord-level equipment from the treasure chest.

Overlord-level equipment is equipment that transcends the normal equipment system, possessing unparalleled strength, and also having its own life and will.

"You, go and identify all the captured magical items, runic equipment, and shamanic totems."

Ye Mingqiu gave the order.

If he could, he would prefer to have his orcs do such a thing, because psionicists are different from orcs; they would almost certainly intercept the enemy during the cleanup operation.

But there was no other way. Apart from the Marks, his team didn't have any orc priests who were good at this kind of thing, so it wouldn't hurt to give the Marks team a little treat.

"As ordered!"

The mark responded with a smile.

He wasn't stupid; he knew this was a lucrative job. If he managed to steal a little something, the overlord wouldn't say much. But there was a limit to how much he could steal; being too greedy would lead to his downfall.

Immediately afterwards, the Marks led the members of the psionic squad to some broken totems that were emitting energy fluctuations, and used special methods to dismantle them to obtain war resources.

Although many of these items cannot be used directly, it doesn't matter. As long as these resources are exchanged for gold coins, they can exchange them for many useful things, which is very beneficial to their exploration.

ended

After issuing all the orders, Ye Mingqiu finally closed his eyes slowly. Exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, and he was almost knocked down in an instant.

But he persevered, sitting on the throne formed by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, closing his eyes to rest.

The blood spear plunged into the Sunset Plains, rhythmically absorbing the energy of the blood, refining it into essence, and finally passing it on to its master.

[Hint: Blood Spear has provided you with pure life energy, increasing your maximum health by 50]

(End of this chapter)