My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 145 - 119: The True... Blood Erosion Tyrant! (Part 3)

Corpses littered the ground in various forms—some blasted to pieces, others shattered after being frozen into ice sculptures, some dissolved beyond recognition by acid, and others pierced by arrows, pinned to the earth... Many corpses even retained the futile resistance or desperate fleeing posture from when they were alive.

The air was chaotic and turbid, a mixture of smoke, evaporated blood qi, scorched flesh, acid decay, the chill left behind by the Frost Giant Dragon, and the scent of death.

The stench was unbearably foul; each breath felt like inhaling scorching sand, like countless cold blades sliding down the throat.

The battlefield was strewn with many beastman corpses, yet not as many as the Old Beast Monarch had imagined. The enemy’s corpse count was substantial too, with Chimera, Frost Giant Dragon, and Griffin corpses also among the tribe.

"Well done."

The Old Beast Monarch placed one hand on Ye Mingqiu’s shoulder, displaying an appreciative smile, though dried blood stains lingered on his arm.

"How many?"

Ye Mingqiu asked.

"Four. They were truly troublesome but not insurmountable." The Old Beast Monarch replied.

"Mm."

Ye Mingqiu responded.

In that short span, the Old Beast Monarch had slain four Dominators.

Logically, four Dominators against one should have been an overwhelming advantage, but the issue was the Old Beast Monarch was simply too powerful.

He had mastered the momentum only spiritualists at Level 10 could possess, and his Basic Attributes were absurdly high—144 points piled on even in the beastmen’s weakest Attribute, Spirit, making his divisions overwhelmingly robust and his composite strength terrifyingly remarkable.

"What next...?"

Ye Mingqiu asked again.

"Ah... next..."

The Old Beast Monarch rubbed his forehead, sighed helplessly, and said, "You lead the Beast Race, and strive to develop some civilization. Well... you might not understand this; it’s something I learned only when traveling to other continents, and it could somewhat resolve our resource scarcity dilemma."

"Why don’t you develop it?"

"I can’t learn it."

"...."

Ye Mingqiu fell silent, watching the resigned sigh of the Old Beast Monarch. He understood; the Old Beast Monarch couldn’t think like a human even with his Mental Attribute reaching 144 points. It’s an inherent disadvantage of beastmen; it’s beyond control.

He didn’t lack the desire to change but truly couldn’t grasp the method, perhaps having experimented numerous times within his tribe, yet only met failure.

Probably because he was learning human knowledge, and the thinking patterns of humans differ from those of beastmen, making direct conversion of the same thing impossible, resulting in failure eventually.

Ye Mingqiu speculated this.

"For some reason, I feel you can learn these things. I’ve brought back many books from other continents; take a look when you have time. The future of the Beast Race will be yours." The Old Beast Monarch said.

"What about you?"

"I’ll go kill off other continental powerhouses."

The Old Beast Monarch replied with a smile, a terrifying fire burning in his eyes, his Giant Sword glowing fiercely, as he continued, "Although I’m very strong now, I can sense my time is short. To die in glorious battle while contributing to the Beast Race, regardless of success or failure, would make my life not lived in vain."

"You are a respected warrior."

Ye Mingqiu said sincerely.

"Am I?"

The Old Beast Monarch smiled, quite pleased, his beast blood fervently burning. He finally patted Ye Mingqiu’s shoulder and said, "Child, I can leave you very little, the key to the treasure vault is here, the future of the Beast Race is in your hands."

Ye Mingqiu took the key, his gaze flashing. He’s merely a Spiritualist, not truly the Blood Erosion Tyrant, not Grom Gal.

Can I fulfill the Old Beast Monarch’s entrustment?

Should I reveal the truth?

The sun resolutely shone yet couldn’t dispel the haze blanketing the earth; it merely made the image of the Old Beast Monarch appear increasingly brilliant.