Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 100 - 77: Mythical Soul... Lynx Twins
Qin Feng: "???"
’What the hell!?’
’A Mythical Level boss!?’
’An existence on the same level as a Divine Chosen Lord!?’
’Fenrir can summon something like this... Does that mean her second Profession isn’t just Legendary Level, but Mythical Level? With a level cap as high as 100!?’
’Is she actually a Mythical Level hero!?’
At this thought, Qin Feng quickly turned his head. He looked toward Diablo, who couldn’t see anything, and asked urgently:
"Brand!"
"The ancestor of the Lynx Cat Race!"
"Diablo, do you know of this guy?"
Diablo recalled in a low voice:
"I’ve heard of him."
"He also had a younger sister named Kaelin. The two of them were known to the world as the ’Lynx Twins,’ and they were incredibly powerful."
"But that was all thousands of years ago."
"The relevant records were destroyed long ago, and people’s memories are limited. Their story is a myth passed down by word of mouth among the Sub-humans of the forest, so I don’t know much about them."
Qin Feng took a deep breath.
"What if..."
"What if those two ancient heroes were summoned by Fenrir in the form of Mythical Animal Souls?"
"What would you think then?"
Diablo: "???"
"Mythical!?"
"Animal Souls!?"
"How is that possible!?"
A look of disbelief also crossed Qin Feng’s eyes.
"I thought it was impossible, too."
"But."
"She really did it."
"And right now, the Lynx Twins are helping her tear down the gate of that Ancient City, letting the other summoned animal souls and the Wolfman army inside."
After a pause, Qin Feng lowered his voice and continued,
"And those animal souls... they’re all manifestations of your Forest Tribe ancestors. They’re just not as powerful as Brand and Kaelin."
"They include wolves, bears, rats, sheep, deer..."
Diablo’s pupils shrank, his face a mask of shock. "????????"
’Communing with Ancestral Heroic Spirits!?’
’Summoning ancestral souls!?’
’This...!?’
’This woman...!?’
’Could it be that *she* is the prophesied hero who will save all the Forest Tribes!?’
’Then what about Lord Tingfeng!?’
’Isn’t he the one!?’
Diablo shook his head violently, quickly dismissing his own speculation.
’No!’
’That’s not right!’
’The Divine Power that Lord Tingfeng commands!’
’It far surpasses the bloodline power awakened by those ancient ancestors!’
’*He* should be the hero from the prophecy!’
’The one and only savior!’
But as he thought of this, Diablo’s expression darkened again.
’But!’
’The other Forest Tribes won’t necessarily think that way!’
’They’ll just mindlessly worship the Ancestral Beast Spirits summoned by Fenrir. They’ll bow to her, pledge their loyalty, and flock to her side to make her the true King of the Forest!’
’Perhaps...’
’I should find a way to get rid of her...’
’Preferably while she’s preoccupied fighting that Dogman Evil God Hero...’
’That way, I won’t get in Lord Tingfeng’s way...’
"Diablo."
"They’ve already started fighting."
"However, the actual strength displayed by those Beast Spirits is a bit lacking. They can’t beat our Desert Giant Wolves, nor are they a match for the Wolfman Cavalry without their Wolf Mounts."
"They’re about the level of the Tier 3 soldier types I told you about before, with a Combat Evaluation in the early to middle stages of Zero-star (Blue)."
"However."
"Those two Mythical Souls of the Lynx Twins are quite impressive."
"Their close-range damage output is on par with a Valkyrie’s."
"Their Defense Power is much lower, though."
"But they’re very fast."
"What’s more, the two of them have a Combined Magic that can blast open the Ancient City Gate. Its power is terrifying, comparable to the ’Kunos’ Arrow’ skill I possess."
"In my opinion,"
"They’re roughly at the middle to late stages of Zero-star (Purple)."
"Individually, they’re no match for a Valkyrie in a one-on-one fight, but if they team up, they can easily defeat one."
Hearing this, Diablo caught a key piece of information. He frowned and pressed,
"My Lord?"
"Are you saying... these Beast Spirits, manifested from our Sub-human ancestors, can’t win a direct fight against those Wolfman Cavalry without their wolves?"
Qin Feng nodded.
"Mm."
"That’s right."
"The key is their fighting style."
"They fight purely on beastly instinct, relying on sharp claws and brute physical strength to overwhelm their opponents. There’s no strategy or method to speak of."
"This approach works against weaker opponents who are at a disadvantage in both strength and speed."
"It’s decent enough for that."
"But once they encounter enemies of comparable strength who are proficient in Combat Techniques, their attack patterns are easily seen through. The enemy can then suppress them flawlessly with superior techniques."
"Unless they rely on Sea of People Tactics. Then those so-called advanced techniques become useless, and they’ll just be overwhelmed..."
Diablo said thoughtfully,
"So, you’re saying these Ancestral Heroic Spirits summoned by Fenrir are actually puppet souls without any of their past combat memories?"
"Similar to those two Owl Spirit Bodies summoned by Ashes?"
Qin Feng nodded.
"Yes."
"Puppets."
"What’s wrong?"
"Why do you suddenly ask?"
Diablo quickly waved his hands.
"It’s nothing."
"My Lord."
"I was just curious."
’Phew...’
’Looks like it was a false alarm...’
’No wonder Fenrir hasn’t had a direct showdown with all the Forest Tribes, even with such an absurd summoning power...’
’She’s well aware...’
’...that this selfish act of controlling the unconscious souls of ancestors to fight to the death for her...’
’...will not only fail to win the approval of the other Forest Tribe members...’
’...but might very well attract their hostility...’
’However...’
’Since they all exist in the form of animal souls...’
’As long as she denies it to her death, the other Forest Tribes probably won’t be able to tell that these animal souls are manifestations of their own ancestors’ heroic spirits...’
’Only Lord Tingfeng, who wields Divine Power...’
’...can see the truth through the revelations of the Deities...’
’As expected...’
’I knew it...’
’Lord Tingfeng is the true, destined hero...’
’That mixed-blood wolf girl Fenrir may have a beautiful face, but in terms of power, she’s leagues behind Lord Tingfeng. There’s no way she can compete with him for the seat of the legendary savior...’
Thinking of this, Diablo dismissed the idea of assassinating Fenrir. The murderous intent churning in his eyes gradually subsided—as long as Lord Tingfeng’s status and authority were not fundamentally threatened, he had no need to take such extreme measures.
Just like moments before, even though Diablo didn’t truly want to go to war with the Wolfmen of the White Wolf Empire, and especially resisted the idea of slaughtering innocent Wolfman civilians who had done nothing wrong.
But as one of Qin Feng’s military advisors and commanders,
he had still taken the initiative to propose the extreme battle plan: launch a surprise attack on their border cities, capture the surviving Wolfman Cavalry from the battle, and interrogate them to learn their "Wolf Riding Skill."
This was the ideological brand that the power of Riding and Cutting had seared deep into Diablo’s mind. It made him willing to offer his absolute loyalty to Lord Tingfeng’s personal will and to take his Lord’s interests as the highest principle for all his actions.
"Very good."
"It seems our plan is progressing smoothly."
Qin Feng’s fingertips tapped lightly on the quiver at his waist. His gaze pierced through the smoke of the battlefield, sweeping over the Beast Spirits brawling in the distance.
"Not only are these Beast Spirits limited in combat power, but their time on the field is also restricted. They are constantly dissipating."
"Moreover, every injury they take, every hit they sustain, speeds up their dissipation."
"Quite a few Beast Spirits have already been dispersed by the Kobolds they were swarming."
"Next."
"When that Dogman Hero named Rado comes out,"
"these Beast Spirits charging at the very front should have all but vanished."
"Just in time for that group of Wolfman Cavalry to be in for a world of hurt."
As he spoke, Qin Feng summoned a brand-new Grassland Longbow. He checked the quiver at his waist, which was full of Plague Arrows, then stood up and slowly walked toward the main gate of the Ancient City.
"And now,"
"it’s our turn to take the stage."
