Chapter 131: Chapter 113: The War’s End

“It’s terrifying! Is this really a Dominator?”

The Carved Mark Team watched from afar as the giant wreaked havoc at the core of the enemy camp, sending shivers through their eyes at the sheer intensity of the scene.

He knew the Dominator was strong, but he never imagined a Level 2 Dominator could suppress a group of Level 5 Monarchs, and this was even with a large number of soldiers providing cover.

Standing next to him, the Tank, while shielding Mogena with an aura of support, casually said, “In our school’s selection of spiritual energy articles, there’s one about Dominator powerhouses, and the Spiritualists who specialize in Dominator studies share a common hypothesis.”

“The Dominator isn’t merely a template but proof of mighty power. When the strength of a native reaches a certain point, they gain the Spirit Realm’s recognition and become a Dominator powerhouse.”

“When their strength wanes and weakens, they lose the recognition of being a Dominator, and their rating regresses to a Monarch, which, like Hero Level, is the native’s upper limit.”

“A Dominator isn’t above a Monarch; instead, it’s a Monarch with exceptionally formidable power, thus they become Dominators. Therefore, regardless of a Dominator powerhouse’s Level, they possess unparalleled power, beyond what a Spiritualist or Monarch can directly confront.”

“But this is also just a hypothesis. Perhaps the Dominator truly is a higher-level template, and Spiritualists also have a higher professional level that rivals the Dominator.”

Carved Mark listened silently, his gaze gradually changing as he looked at the Dominator on the battlefield.

The War Tyrant seemed like a walking catastrophe on earth, every swing of the Blood Spear inciting a crimson storm of death, every step a seismic upheaval leaving massive craters and countless crushed bodies in its wake.

The attacks of ordinary Beastmen couldn’t even harm him, and even the Blood Fang Mammoth, a massive War Giant Beast, only slightly wavered him. The Shaman’s witchcraft curse was directly endured, causing the Shaman to die from backlash.

At this moment, the war was no longer a balanced fight, but a one-sided massacre.

Blood Axe warriors, in their pursuit of glory, charged with roars, only to be buried beneath the War Tyrant’s heavy steps, the attacks of the Blood Spear tearing through space, eternally resting in the depths of the Sunset Plain.

The War Tyrant, showered in the blood rain, swept across the battlefield of steel and wreckage, the terrifying Blood Spear a symbol of absolute power.

He raised his hand to Akash Dale, the Eye of Omaragon opened, its terrifying gaze instantly enveloping the Beastman Chief, countless instant death judgments erupted in a moment. As the Chief, Akash Dale gazed upon the Ancient God.

More precisely, through its aura, he “saw” part of the Ancient God’s true form, and it wasn’t something he could face directly, so he was swallowed by the interference of the God’s aura, ultimately dying in a grotesque posture, showing a similar expression as other Shamans.

Thus, the Blood Axe Tribe was completely annihilated.

….

The setting sun had sunk completely, leaving only a sky blood-red like congealed blood, helplessly painted over the giant slaughterhouse of the Sunset Plain.

The smoke hadn’t yet dissipated, merging with the thick stench of blood, charred flesh, ruptured intestines, and the dust kicked up from trampled soil, forming a suffocating miasma of hell, heavily weighing on the hearts of every survivor.

The battlefield was no longer the previous cacophony, replaced by a silence of death and oppressive breathing.

Everywhere you looked, there were corpses.

Broken weapons, twisted armor, blood-fanged mammoths with shattered skulls like mountains of corpses, Beastmen remains crushed into pulp by War Giant Beasts…. layered upon layer, covering every inch of land as far as the eye could see. Blood pooled into streams, forming dark red swamps in low-lying areas, reflecting the pale, newly risen cold moon in the sky.

“Huh!”

In the midst of this sea of blood and mountains of corpses, the War Tyrant stood bathing in blood, his feet on the pulped remains, exhaling a heavy breath. At this moment, Ye Mingqiu, his eyes with terrifying blood streaks, his Slaughter Will nearing its limit.

[Hint: The Blood Spear has provided you with pure Life Energy, Life Limit +50]

The pure Life Energy transmitted from the Blood Spear into Ye Mingqiu’s body, he felt an indescribably comfortable sensation, a smile appearing on his face. As a warrior, nothing is more blissful than owning a reliable weapon.

The battle was completely over, yet the Tyrant’s destructive pressure hadn’t dissipated. Instead, it appeared even more dreadful in the backdrop of the battlefield, heavily looming over the entire Sunset Plain.

This was a symbol of the uncontrolled leakage of Slaughter Will, and it was more severe than before. Previously, on the surface, Ye Mingqiu at least seemed normal, only entering an abnormal state during combat, whereas now, frightening murderous intent occasionally seeped out even after the battle ended.

The surviving Beastman warriors of Stone Claw and Black Fang tribes roared wildly, shouting. Bathing in either the enemy’s or their own blood, they stood amidst the piles of corpses, fervently gazing at the Beast King they followed and revered, drawn further by that murderous intent.

“King!”

“King!”

Under the aura of Indestructible, they profoundly experienced the joy of following their king into battle, a kind of excitement and pride stemming from the essence of Beastman life, embedded deeply in their marrow. They longed for war, yearning for more.

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