My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 88 - 86: Don’t Understand? Just Fight!
"Whew~"
Ye Mingqiu took a deep breath, his grip on the Blood Spear tightening gradually. The spear seemed to respond as if it were alive, blood-red crystalline patterns climbing up his arm, connecting with him, flashing intermittently, growing increasingly crimson.
[Killing Intent Fluctuation]
The scarlet terror of killing intent, amplified by the [God of Slaughter], surged in power by 50%, emanating from Ye Mingqiu like a tangible force. The invisible, terrifying wave formed a storm-like fury, bursting forth with dreadful intent.
Several swamp mutations immediately lost consciousness, collapsing and convulsing on the ground uncontrollably. Ye Mingqiu’s Blood Spear flew through the air, shattering the black-mud-covered bodies, drawing conclusions.
They are fast, possibly not weak in strength, but have low mental attributes, no undying nature, easier to kill than the Red Hermit. But the problem is, these guys are only Level 1 monsters... their template is likely already at Leader Level.
Indeed, these seemingly ordinary monsters, each one is Leader Level! Each one!
No wonder even a Hero Level professional was the minimum requirement for emergency summons, with even the small monsters at Leader Level. Lord Level professionals likely were completely ineffective.
"Ree!!"
A sharp, blasting sound arose, and from the shadows of the shattered rock walls in the distance, hundreds of bird-like monsters with membrane wings and sharp bone spurs flew out, swift as the wind.
They flew in flocks, like a moving black cloud, diving down with unmatched momentum, their pure shrieks growing increasingly piercing, as if trying to shatter the eardrums of their enemies.
Soon after, more corrupt creatures, like sharks smelling blood, surged from every corner and shadow of the Withered Land, transforming into waves of darkness, rushing toward the core figure on the battlefield.
So many...
There are so many...
Ye Mingqiu sighed in his heart, unfazed by being surrounded by such a vast number of enemies. He even felt somewhat accustomed, as that’s how he always fought his way through.
First time trial in the Spirit Realm, besieged on the battlefield. Second time world exploration, surrounded by countless Red Hermits. Now is the third time, assaulted by the dark tide of corrupt monsters, feeling like he is gradually getting used to this sensation.
Then, he slowly opened his mouth, removing the gas mask with his left hand.
"Come and fight!!"
A terrifying sound wave erupted, the skill [War Roar] unique to the War Tyrant.
War Roar: Upon use, enemies within two hundred meters are spiritually shocked for 0.1-1 second, and their all attributes are reduced by 3% for one minute, while allies’ all attributes are increased by 3%.
The massive roar caused a terrifying power that stunned the corrupted monsters in the entire area, flocks of bird-like monsters plummeting from the sky, numerous charging swamp mutations collapsing and tumbling due to loss of power, while ghostly monsters lamented.
Meanwhile, at the core of the battlefield, Ye Mingqiu donned the gas mask again, continuously slaughtering one corrupted monster after another with the Blood Spear. With a Power Attribute as high as 48, under the boosts of [Unparalleled Divine Bravery], [Violent Crush], and [Basic Power], his ultimate power reached a terrifying 93.8!
Any Lord Level upon touching is dead! Killing them is simpler than slaughtering chickens!
....
One day later, temporary channel
Tian Qing: @everyone, the most dangerous place in this world is called the "Mark of Corruption," the area most strongly affected by the fall of Ancient God’s remnants. Just breathing here leads to assimilation by the Ancient God’s Aura, transforming one into a calamity creature. The Ancient God Embryo is likely somewhere within the "Mark of Corruption."
Tian Qing: Then, the secondary danger zone radiating outward from the Mark of Corruption is called the Withered Land. This area is impoverished, crops wither, and it contains a high concentration of Ancient God Erosion, though not as intense as the Mark of Corruption. It is filled with various mutated corrupted creatures.
Yin Yue: This world is severely eroded and corrupted, the main forces have collapsed, and only two groups remain somewhat notable: the Holy Law Institute and the Throat of the End.
Yin Yue: The Holy Law Institute is humanity’s last resistance organization, while the Throat of the End consists of lunatics who see devouring the Ancient God as salvation.
Yin Yue: The leader of the Throat of the End is the "Traitor" Calidos, once the Child of the World. He was abandoned by the world’s will after desperation and breakdown in endless battles.
He claimed he glimpsed the grandeur of the Ancient God and the insignificance of the world, believing the awakening and devouring by the Ancient God as the ultimate truth and merciful liberation of the universe. He also believes that proactive sacrifice and embracing corruption will allow some chosen ones to be reborn within the Ancient God’s body, becoming gods of the new world.
Lu: Hmm, idiot.
Xing Ran: As expected of the Mage, speaks concisely as ever.
Lu: The Child of the World has been found.
Lu: [Photo]
Lu: Location is [x, y, z], he is currently being hunted by the Throat of the End. Anyone free to help? @everyone
Tian Qing: I still have tasks here, might uncover more useful information.
Yin Yue: I can go.
Xing Ran: I found a hero over here, working on improving rapport. If successful, it will greatly aid our upcoming actions.
Tian Qing: @Divine Monarch, are you still alive?
Yin Yue: His profile flashes for a day, wonder what’s going on.
Lu: Fighting for a whole day? Seems unlikely.
Xing Ran: @Divine Monarch, say something, brother.
....
Someone @ me?
Ye Mingqiu glanced at the channel, finding the texts cumbersome, and closed it, couldn’t be bothered to read.
What’s this nonsensical chatter?
Don’t understand! Don’t understand!
He sat on a small hill made from the corpses of the corrupted, resting, occasionally moving to ease sore muscles and restore vitality and spirit.
On the battlefield, every second is precious and must be cherished. Next, he plans to delve deeper, continuously facing the dark tide, contributing to the world’s salvation.
By this time, he had slain deep into the Withered Land, with the aura of corruption growing even stronger.
The ground is no longer cracked black soil but covered with a sticky, half-solidified, dark-red fungal carpet, making an unpleasant "squelch" sound underfoot.
The sweet, rancid aroma in the air almost forms a tangible presence, the taste even more difficult to bear. Ye Mingqiu had unfortunately exploded his gas mask once, feeling like each breath swallowed toxic fog.
Disgusting!
Here, the twisted tree monsters grew larger and more sinister, their trunks covered with pulsating, blood vessel-like protrusions, enormous tumor-like growths rhythmically swelling and contracting like hearts, oozing dark yellow pus with strong erosive properties.
Ye Mingqiu’s heavy armor was also covered in thick filth — dried blackened blood, dark green corrosive slime, shattered bone fragments, and dust.
Those things couldn’t be cleaned off, couldn’t be made clean. Roughly brushing it off and continuing the fight would suffice. Though afterward, the armor would likely be unusable.
Alas!
