My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 136 - 115: Blood Erosion Tyrant! Old Beast Monarch! (Part 2)

Chapter 136: Chapter 115: Blood Erosion Tyrant! Old Beast Monarch! (Part 2)

In response, many beastmen of the Black Fang Tribe also joined in the shouting on the other side.

"Blood Erosion Tyrant!"

"Blood Erosion Tyrant!"

Under the camp gate, Withered Bones led several beastman warriors out of the camp to greet them. His face was full of smiles as he actively approached Ye Mingqiu, saying:

"Honorable Beast King, I know well you possess unparalleled wisdom and decisiveness, not a mundane person. Conquering the Stone Claw Tribe this time can bring a great victory against the onslaught of the Blood Axe Tribe."

"Hmm?"

Ye Mingqiu raised an eyebrow.

Quickly, without needing him to speak, Mogena, who was riding a horse beside him, spoke up: "Withered Bones Priest, are you looking down on my king? The esteemed Blood Erosion Tyrant has already conquered the Blood Axe. We’ve brought back spoils from the Blood Axe Tribe for you to witness the king’s triumph!"

"???

Withered Bones looked bewildered. He could understand the Beast Race language, but Mogena’s words left him a bit confused.

What does it mean to have already conquered the Blood Axe?

What does it mean to have brought back spoils?

What does it mean to witness the triumph?

Could it be... this Blood Erosion Fang, he directly brought down the Blood Axe Tribe?

Withered Bones Priest frowned, asking, "If my king has triumphed over the Blood Axe Tribe, then what about these beastman warriors from the Stone Claw Tribe... what’s that about?"

"The Blood Erosion Tyrant doesn’t like detours. He chose the shortest path to the Blood Axe Tribe and happened to encounter the Stone Claw Tribe blocking the way, so he conquered the Stone Claw Tribe along the way."

Mogena, proud and excited, lifted her chin and added, "It was just a trivial matter."

Unlike Mogena, Withered Bones Priest, as the brains of the Beast Race, instantly understood that the Blood Erosion Fang was not entirely brainless. He decided to first subdue the warriors of the Stone Claw Tribe and then jointly attack the Blood Axe Tribe, thus maximizing the chances of victory.

And the prerequisite for accomplishing all of this is that the Blood Erosion Fang possesses sufficiently powerful strength, enough to conquer the charm of the Stone Claw Tribe.

Withered Bones looked incredulously back, watching the countless soldiers escorting materials and prisoners, gradually realizing that what the others said was true.

He curiously asked, "My king, isn’t his title Blood Erosion Fang?"

"Blood Erosion Fang doesn’t quite fit. His performance in war is like the descent of a tyrant, possessing unparalleled power, enough to dominate everything, so we gave him a new title: Blood Erosion Tyrant," Mogena answered.

"Blood Erosion Tyrant?"

Withered Bones’ eyes trembled. Somehow, he felt that this Beast King before him wasn’t like the Blood Erosion Fang in history, but rather as if he had become a different Beast Race, a stronger Blood Erosion Tyrant.

At this moment, the name of the Blood Erosion Tyrant was being spread by more and more beastmen, and the Carved Mark Team, who originally followed the main force to attack, was also sent by Ye Mingqiu to spread the fame of the Blood Erosion Tyrant globally, accompanied by ten leader-level Beast Race warriors.

The reason for doing this is simple: the more famous the Blood Erosion Tyrant becomes, the easier it will be for Ye Mingqiu to win without fighting when facing other Beast Race tribes in the future, gaining a greater increase in power and better unifying the Beast Race tribes without expending more living forces.

Although the Blood Axe Tribe was completely destroyed, their destruction also saved other beastmen, and they became part of legend, living on eternally in stories.

Finally, the most important thing is to let the name of the Blood Erosion Tyrant reach the ears of the Old Beast Monarch, to let the Old Beast Monarch hear of and even recognize him, so as to better control the beastmen of the Beast God Continent and achieve even greater and grander goals.

....

Beast King Hall

In the hall that belonged solely to the Old Beast Monarch, Kaki Aste, a burly and robust figure with graying hair yet retaining an impressive presence, sat on the supreme throne, squinting his eyes listening to his subordinates’ reports, listening to the legend of the Blood Erosion Tyrant.

"Three thousand beastmen defeated the twenty thousand army of the Blood Axe Tribe, and it was even a frontal battle, directly destroying the enemy’s war machinery, killing the War Giant Beast, truly a legendary feat."

The corner of the Old Beast Monarch’s mouth slightly curved upwards, but deep within his gaze lay hidden concerns.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to see another Beast King among the Beast Race; after all, the sustainability and growth of the Beast Race require new blood. What truly worried him was the threat from other continents.

The whole world knows the Beast God Continent is a relatively primitive land. When the number and strength of beastmen reach a certain level, the resources on the Beast God Continent can’t satisfy their appetites, and they will likely extend their claws to areas beyond the continent.

So...

Powerhouses from other continents, who have experienced many cycles, are likely to send people ahead to attack the Beast God Continent, reducing the number of beastmen significantly through warfare.

Long ago, the Old Beast Monarch had thought of unifying the world, but before he could implement his grand idea, he encountered collective sanctions from other continents.

He had battled human technology, elf magic, and undead liches. In war, he grew stronger, fighting dominators from other continents, but his accompanying beastmen warriors fell one by one. When the enemies left, he was left with only two choices.

First, to take the remaining beastmen and engage in a desperate battle with the enemies from other continents, where success was unlikely.

Second, to remain on the Beast God Continent, guarding the beastmen tribes as they thrive and multiply again.

He chose the second option. As a king of the Beast Race, he couldn’t act impulsively; he had to consider the interests and survival of the entire Beast Race.

And now, after decades of recuperation, the beastmen of the Beast God Continent have finally regained their former glory, possessing a new Beast King. But this also means the strong from other continents might launch attacks against them, unfolding a new round of massacre.

"Sigh!"

The Old Beast Monarch sighed, the fire-like brilliance erupting from his old, cloudy eyes. He still remembered those brothers who fought alongside him decades ago, and he hadn’t forgotten the smiles of those beastmen warriors.

At the same time, the last scenes of those beastmen compatriots dying were etched in his memory, keeping him awake on countless nights.

In the eyes of people from the three other continents, beastmen of the Beast God Continent can’t be considered an intelligent race. Killing beastmen is like killing beasts, and killing them in advance is like preventing beast tides.

They didn’t eradicate them completely, not because they didn’t want to, but because the dominators sent from the three other continents were all killed by the Old Beast Monarch.

Three! As many as three dominator powerhouses!

All fell!

This is the epic achievement of the Beast Race dominator, the Old Beast Monarch, Kaki Aste, who fought so fiercely that the strong from the other three continents had no choice but to retreat.

The other three continents do have more dominators, but they don’t dare to fight anymore.

Beast Race powerhouses have a common trait: they grow stronger in battle. If you can’t kill the Beast King in battle, the Beast King’s strength will increase at an unfathomable speed, surpassing normal dominators.

"Hmm..."

The Old Beast Monarch pulled out a string of bright red crystal beads from his bosom, his eyes revealing a look of reminiscence, and crystalline tears swirled in the eyes of the aged Beast Monarch as he muttered, "This is the bracelet you crafted for me with your own hands. It’s coarse and ordinary, but it was made with great effort. I used to mock your lack of craft... but now, I don’t even have the chance to mock anymore, Selena."

In the next moment, he clenched the bracelet tightly, yet dared not use too much force, for fear of causing any potential damage.

Finally, the Old Beast Monarch’s eyes shone again with the light of a ruler. He stood up, walked to the outside of the hall, looked at the countless old beastmen kneeling before him, and smiled.

"You all... have truly come. This is a battle we must face, a battle we must win, a revenge that belongs solely to us."

"Let those self-proclaimed wise and high-standing bastards taste the wrath of the Beast Race!"