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Chapter 122, 119 words: The true Bloodthirsty Tyrant!

Buho!

The ghostly flames flickered in the Frost Dragon's eyes, and an extremely ominous feeling instantly arose. A chilling coldness shot from its tailbone straight to the top of its head, and even this frost undead felt the biting cold from the Bloodthirsty Tyrant's cruel smile.

It wanted to fall quickly, but it was too late at that moment.

The Bloodthirsty Tyrant suddenly inhaled and roared earth-shatteringly from the back of the Frost Dragon. The terrifying sound waves even caused the space itself to tremble and distort.

Not only that, but along with the sound, there was also an incredibly terrifying blood-red killing intent. That killing intent, mixed with the power of the sound and the storm, spread out, as if the crimson ring was rapidly expanding, determined to devour all the enemies around it.

[War Roar] + [Killing Intent Wave]

Almost instantly, the humans on the metal speedboat rolled their eyes back and collapsed in droves. The mages maintaining the magical barrier also fell to the ground, and the barrier, having lost its power supply, turned into magical fragments and disappeared into the world.

The griffin riders and their griffins were simultaneously subjected to a double mental shock. The double shock, which erupted in an instant, could produce a far more terrifying effect than a single shock, greatly increasing the duration of the control effect.

Ye Mingqiu hadn't used it this way before because it wasn't necessary; he needed to control more enemies, not increase the intensity of his control.

Now is the time to increase the intensity!

Let the battle begin!
This is the kind of war I want!

Countless griffon riders crashed to the ground, and the crazed orc warriors swarmed forward like sharks smelling blood, hacking and slashing relentlessly, turning the fallen griffon riders into pieces without stopping. The frenzied battle and the release of their rage gave them unparalleled excitement.

The unique feeling of battle surged forth, and many orcs even took advantage of this feeling to directly advance and break through, becoming stronger [Chief-level] orc warriors.

Besides the mechanically powered speedboats, countless flying enemies were falling to the ground.

They crashed to the ground, splattering blood, crashing through the buildings, shattering bones, breaking bodies. Even top-tier war beasts like the Frost Dragon and the Chimera fell with them, creating a series of deafening roars.

As a war-loving race, the orcs fearlessly charged forward, wielding their weapons to cut down war creatures dozens of times stronger than themselves, leaving wounds on the chimeras and cracks in the bones of the frost dragons.

"what!!"

An elite-level orc warrior stood on the back of a frost dragon. The frost aura naturally emanating from the dragon had already chilled his body to the bone, and he even had several frostbite wounds on his body.

But he was fearless, exhaling white mist and waving his arms covered in white frost, relentlessly attacking the frost dragon.

He roared, shouted, and screamed; his blood boiled in the war, and his body died from frostbite. He did not advance or improve; he simply died completely in battle. But this death did not make him feel sad.

On the contrary, he died with excitement and joy; dying in the midst of battle was his glory, the highest honor for a soldier.

His body fell to the ground, his frozen, stiff body shattering, the fragments of which grinned from the beast's mouth.

More and more orcs charged forward, roaring madly as they attacked enemies far stronger than themselves, showing no fear even if they were frostbitten and killed.

"boom!!"

Bloodthirsty Tyrant smashed the Frost Dragon's head with a single punch, ending its life. Then, he raised his hand and cast the buff spell "Berserk" on all the orcs in a wide area.

The main reason we didn't use it just now was that the orc warriors couldn't hit the enemy. Berserk would lower their sanity, and without sanity, they still couldn't hit the enemy, which would greatly increase the orc warriors' casualties. So we couldn't use Berserk just now.

Now is the time!
Countless orcs rioted wildly, having transformed into them, like a pack of raging beasts, charging at their surrounding enemies with desperate attacks and slashes.

After unleashing his Berserk mode, Ye Mingqiu stood rooted to the spot, one hand supporting his head. Countless scenes of battle and carnage flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, and countless memories of carnage burst forth in an instant.

He didn't even know why this was happening to him. He only felt a headache, and his killing intent erupted uncontrollably. A materialized crimson power surrounded his body, burning like flames and exploding like thunder.

At this moment, his killing intent reached its peak!
"Roar!!"

The Bloodthirsty Tyrant let out a terrifying roar like an ancient behemoth, instantly engulfing all the noise on the battlefield. He roared furiously, and countless memories of killing constructed one killing scene after another in a short period of time, enveloping his consciousness.

His eyes were bloodshot, his black hair danced wildly in the blood-red ripples of energy, and his murderous intent, which was so violent that it reached an extreme level, caused his aura to rise to a completely different level in a short period of time.

awareness
Almost disappearing
Suddenly, Ye Mingqiu caught a different image in the kaleidoscope of countless images. He could no longer see who it was, but he knew that the other person was patting his back, his lips were moving slightly, and he was making a sound.

'To harness power, not to let power dominate you.'
How do I usually control power?
Is it based on reason?
No. My driving style
It relies on instinct and fighting intuition!
In an instant, Ye Mingqiu understood!
He gave up thinking!
The Bloodthirsty Tyrant's gaze returned to its purest form, its fighting spirit and killing intent becoming even more intense. Its rampaging killing intent burst forth unrestrained, yet it could not break free from the constraints of its fighting instincts. This killing intent might influence willpower, but it could not influence the instinct for battle.

[Hint: Your killing intent has advanced, granting you a new exclusive ability (to be named)]

The rampaging killing intent subsided, and the Bloodthirsty Tyrant unleashed his slaughter. His body moved at lightning speed in an instant, arriving in front of a massive frost dragon. He raised his long blood spear, and a portion of the killing power surrounding his body merged into the spear.

[Hint: Your use of "Psionic Enchantment" powered by your killing intent grants you special effects.]

"boom!!"

The blood spear smashed the frost dragon that had just awakened and raised its head, sending shards of bone flying everywhere, even hitting several innocent orc warriors.

But Ye Mingqiu, who had given up thinking, obviously didn't care about such things. He simply walked and came to another chimera that was flapping its wings and getting up. He swung his blood spear and cut off the chimera's wings, pierced its heart with the spear, and casually threw its corpse aside.

Immediately afterwards, more and more enemies regained their senses and stood up to fight again, but by this time, most of the enemies had already been killed by the orc warriors, and the number of enemies was no longer large.

The Bloodthirsty Tyrant continued to rely on his fighting instincts, rapidly eliminating one enemy after another. His attacks were incredibly efficient; if an enemy could be defeated in one strike, he would never need a second attack.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately! The target is beyond intelligence assessment! Execute Plan B!"

A sharp, panicked voice rang out in the night sky through a magical amplification device.

Immediately afterwards, the speedboat's magical engine emitted a piercing hum and began to clumsily turn and climb.

The remaining griffin riders and chimeras, like a flock of startled birds, dared not linger and soared into the sky at top speed. The frost dragon in the sky let out a reluctant roar, stopped spewing its breath, and flapped its wings to fly away.

'Don't even think about escaping!'
Ye Mingqiu's molten gold eyes locked onto a slightly slower-turning speedboat, his blood-red energy-covered arm gripping the blood spear, once again preparing to throw it.

Without much thought or choice, he instinctively chose the most important thing to do. The Bloodthirsty Tyrant's muscles erupted with immense power, instantly hurling the Blood Spear once more.

"Whoosh!!"

The blood spear transformed into a crimson shadow, piercing through two speedboats in an instant and triggering a terrifying explosion, like two fireworks igniting in the night sky.

'Target has left the attack range.'
The Bloodthirsty Tyrant retracted its blood spear, its blood-red eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any targets it needed to kill, but ultimately failed to find any.

The battle is over, and combat instincts are off.

Ye Mingqiu regained his rationality. The influence of his killing intent also made him feel a tearing pain in his brain, but it was much better than before. He could use Bing Chan to calm his mind and cultivate properly in the evening.

When reason cannot overcome the will to kill, use instinct to control it.

'I must find a way to strengthen my will!'
Ye Mingqiu thought to himself.

Relying on instinct to suppress the urge to kill is only a temporary solution to a lack of willpower; he won't remain in this state indefinitely. In reality, Ye Mingqiu's willpower is not weak at all.

Moreover, his willpower was actually exceptionally high. The fact that he could continuously rampage through several worlds before becoming uncontrollable is something completely unimaginable for a normal person.

If a normal person were to experience the same destruction of Chaoge as him, killing tens of thousands of people in a short period of time, their killing intent would likely accumulate to the point that it significantly impacts their mental state, severely affecting their daily life and rational thinking, making them unable to control themselves normally.

The air raid came quickly and went quickly. After the silhouette of the last motorboat disappeared into the thick clouds, the deafening explosions and the hissing of javelins finally ceased.

What remains is a burning inferno.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

Then, one of the orcs roared, and the other surviving orcs joined in. The orcs brandished their weapons, roaring and howling. They roared madly, tears welling in their eyes. It was impossible to tell whether they were angry, desperate or joyful; they just roared.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

Amidst countless roars, Ye Mingqiu deactivated his [Tyrant Form], and the crimson energy slowly returned to his body. A feeling of weakness and powerlessness washed over him; it was a weakness and lack of willpower, a side effect of using the Will of Slaughter.

"Whoo~"

Ye Mingqiu let out a heavy breath, his huge body swayed, and he barely managed to stand by leaning on the blood spear, his face as pale as paper.

Shortly after

The old beast king arrived from afar, like a meteor streaking across the earth, creating a deep crater. A terrifying and brutal glint appeared in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and muttered, "They ran really fast, those bastards."

Then, he stood silently in the ruins, his trembling eyes looking around at the scene of the battlefield, his eyes gradually revealing grief and shock.

On the horizon, a pale, fish-belly-like dawn was struggling to tear through the thick smoke of battle.

The morning sun finally managed to pierce through the pervasive smoke and dust, shining on this land that had just experienced a catastrophe. Wherever the light reached, there was a shocking scene of devastation and sorrow.

The once sturdy stone houses and tents have been reduced to scorched ruins emitting wisps of smoke and frozen ice sculptures. The ground is littered with huge bomb craters, frozen lakes, and pits corroded by acid.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, in all shapes and sizes. Some were blown to pieces, some were frozen into ice sculptures and then shattered, some were dissolved beyond recognition by acid, and many corpses, pierced by arrows and pinned to the ground, still retained the posture of their futile resistance or desperate escape in life.

The air was murky and turbid, a mixture of smells including gunpowder smoke, evaporated blood, charred flesh, sourness, and the chill and death left behind by the Frost Dragon.

The smell was incredibly foul; every breath felt like inhaling scalding hot sand, or like countless cold blades sliding down my throat.

There were many orc corpses on the battlefield, but not as many as the old orc king had imagined. The number of enemy corpses was not small either, including chimeras, frost dragons, and griffons, and all sorts of other corpses were also found on the Horde.

"Well done."

The old beast king placed one hand on Ye Mingqiu's shoulder, revealing an appreciative smile, but dried bloodstains remained on his arm.

"several?"

Ye Mingqiu asked.

“Four of them. They are indeed troublesome, but not insurmountable,” the old beast king said.

"Ah."

Ye Mingqiu responded.

In that short period of time, the old beast king killed four overlords.

Logically speaking, four overlords fighting one should be an overwhelming advantage, but the problem is that the old beast king is just too powerful.

He mastered the power that only a level 10 psionicist could control, and his base attributes were ridiculously high. Even his mental strength, which orcs were least adept at, was stacked to a terrifying 144 points. His various multipliers were exceptionally abundant, making him ridiculously strong overall.

"What's next?"

Ye Mingqiu asked again.

"Ah, what's next?"

The old Beast King rubbed his forehead, sighed helplessly, and said, "You will lead the Beast Clan and develop some civilization as much as possible. Hmm, you may not understand, but this is something I learned when I went to other continents. It can help us solve our resource shortage problem to some extent."

"Then why don't you develop it?"

"I can't learn it."

"."

Ye Mingqiu fell silent. Looking at the old beast king's helpless sigh, he understood. Even if the old beast king raised his mental attribute to 144, he still couldn't think like a human. This was a disadvantage unique to beastmen, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

It's not that he doesn't want to change, but that he simply can't learn how to change. Perhaps he has tried it many times in his own tribe, but he has failed each time.

It's probably because he was learning human knowledge, and humans and orcs think differently. The same things simply cannot be directly converted and utilized, so the final result was always failure.

This is Ye Mingqiu's guess.

“I don’t know why, but I always feel that you can learn these things. I brought back a lot of books from other continents. Take a look at them when you have time. The future of the beast race is in your hands,” the old beast king said.

"how about you?"

"I'm going to kill all the powerful figures from the other continents."

The old beast king replied with a smile, a terrifying fire burning in his eyes, his greatsword gleaming. He continued, "Although I am very strong now, I can sense that my time is running out. To be able to contribute to the beast race in the end, and to die in a glorious battle, whether I succeed or fail, will make my life worthwhile."

"You are a respectable and strong person."

Ye Mingqiu said from the bottom of his heart.

"is it?"

The old Beast King smiled, very happy, his beast blood burning fiercely. Finally, he patted Ye Mingqiu on the shoulder and said, "Child, I don't have much to leave you. The key to the treasure vault is here. The future of the beast race is entrusted to you."

Ye Mingqiu took the key, his eyes flashing. He was just a psionicist, not the real Bloodthirsty Tyrant, not Grom-Gal.

Can I fulfill the old beast king's request?
Should I tell the truth?
The sun shone brightly, but it couldn't dispel the gloom that shrouded the earth; it only made the image of the old beast king shine even brighter.

(End of this chapter)