My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 118 - 106: New World! Aredoya! (Part 2)

"Grandpa Skeleton!"

Mogena abruptly turned around, shouting hoarsely: "We can’t hold out until the moon rises! Those Blood Axe bastards will flatten this place, erasing the name of Black Fang from the tundra!"

From the shadows, a hunched figure slowly emerged, leaning on a staff.

The Withered Bone Shaman, the oldest and most mysterious presence in the tribe. He wore a heavy ritual robe adorned with unknown black feathers and dried beast bones, his exposed skin resembling the bark of a dead tree, crisscrossed with furrows.

Only those deep-set eyes burned with a cold, phosphorescent green light like will-o’-the-wisps.

"Erase?"

The Withered Bone Shaman’s voice was hoarse, like rough stones grinding, deep and unnerving. He walked toward the edge of the lookout tower, the beast eyes inlaid at the top of his bone staff gazing at the battlefield with greedy desire.

He continued, "Ignorant child, Black Fang’s roots are embedded in the spines of our ancestors, not so easily uprooted."

"So what should we do now?"

"With blood, summon the battle soul of a hero."

The Withered Bone Shaman turned his head, looking at the clearing behind the village walls guarded by heavy protection.

Countless stones formed a circle, the ground in the center of the circle engraved with totems drawn with fresh blood and some black powder, the lines twisted and wild, exuding a primal and evil aura.

On the outskirts of the circle, a hundred captives were pressed around it—goblins, giants, humans, dwarves, and half-beastmen.

"The hero summoning ritual begins."

The Withered Bone raised his bone staff, ghostly green flames began to burn on the beast eyes, but the flames lacked heat, instead instantly chilling the surrounding air.

"With the souls of our foes as kindling, call upon the battle souls slumbering at the other shore of time! Respond to the wail of Black Fang’s blood!"

As his final hoarse syllable fell, the bone staff slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The executioners guarding the captives swung bone blades, severing heads which rolled, and countless bright red blood traces flowed along the grooves toward the center of the circle, toward the totem, gradually filling the empty grooves with scarlet patterns.

Then, the blood-red ring suddenly lit up!

Suddenly, a blood-red light surged skyward, blooming amidst the roars of war, tearing the murky sky with unmatched power.

This was... the highest-grade hero summoning unique to the Black Fang Tribe!

Capable of summoning the strongest hero!

Violent astral winds erupted, carrying a terrifying stench of blood, making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open, causing a brief pause on the entire battlefield.

At the core of the blood pillar, the silhouette of a beastman hero gradually emerged, a tall and towering body, possessing a bulk beyond ordinary beastmen, exuding a bloodthirsty aura that made hearts palpitate with fear.

He donned dark red armor, marked with countless battle engravings, adorned with medals of a veteran warrior. The most striking feature was the weapon gripped in his hand, a ferocious and overbearing blood spear.

The crystalline patterns seemed to pulse with life, flashing and fading, extending from the grip along the arm to the torso, dyeing the giant beastman’s forearm in scarlet, flashing in unison with the weapon.

Finally, has it come?

Ye Mingqiu gently lowered his head, the dark red helmet obscuring most of his face, an illusionary equipment with no defense power of its own, yet inheriting the defense power of the original equipment in the same position.

Accompanied by his descent, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence, all eyes focused on him, the Blood Axe Tribe beastmen were terrified and shocked, while the Black Fang beastmen grinned with ecstatic excitement.

"Ugh..."

Ye Mingqiu let out a low sound.

He attempted to move his body but seemed uncoordinated, after all, this was the body of a giant beastman over four meters tall, strong but requiring a bit of time to adapt.

Subsequently, under the watchful eyes of countless beastmen on the battlefield, he openly moved, trying to acclimate, learn to utilize, and master it.

Ye Mingqiu didn’t care if anyone was watching him or what the enemy thought.

They were just dead men after all.

In the distance, beyond the village wall, the Blood Axe Tribe leader—Blood Scar gradually overcame his instinctive unease, though the rising blood Qi was indeed intimidating, the being summoned right now didn’t even know how to use its body.

"Damn fool playing tricks!"

As fear and dread dissipated, rage once again took the forefront. Blood Scar brandished his giant axe, pointing straight in Ye Mingqiu’s direction, shouting: "Warriors, flatten Black Fang, crush that guy!"

The leader’s roar shattered the silence, driving countless beastman warriors into a frenzied shout, roaring and bellowing, the sound waves crescendoed, brandishing heavy war axes and wolf fang clubs, charging once again toward Black Fang Tribe without hesitation.

That’s the beastman way; get the atmosphere right and jump straight into action, rationale and restraint were never considerations.

"Crush me?"

Ye Mingqiu lowered his hand, his voice mocking, yet deeply embedded within lay a barely perceptible violence and terror, his eyes emitted a blood-red glow, terrifying killing intent naturally erupting, his title changed to [God of Slaughter].

He listened to the sounds of battle, to the roars of countless beastmen, he strode toward the direction of the stockade wall, each step faster and heavier, as if he could crush the earth with a single stomp.

"You think... you can kill me?!"

Ye Mingqiu’s steps quickened, his imposing presence intensified, the four-meter-tall giant and burly beastman sprinted like a rampaging juggernaut.

He stepped over the stockade wall, blood spear in hand slicing through the air with a sharp sound, and the blood spear itself issued a resonant low hum of excitement, the spear tip surged with blazing red light, a sign of its readiness for bloodthirst.

With the giant beastman entering the fray, both enemies and allies were equally shaken, but before they could process, the giant beastman had already launched an attack.

"Swoosh!!"

Ye Mingqiu’s body moved, with a high agility attribute of 60.3, and the passive of basic agility allowed him to explode with a speed far exceeding that of a beastman of this size, like a tank rampaging across the battlefield, wielding the blood spear with sweeping motions.

As the master’s body enlarged, the blood spear with an artifact spirit also grew, becoming more sinister, possessing an even more terrifying range of attack.

"Swish! Swish! Swish...."

The blood spear’s trajectory was swift and efficient, each swing hitting as many beastmen as possible, each sweep accompanied by the wrenching sound of flesh and bone tearing, and the splattering hiss of blood.

The Blood Axe Berserkers close to Ye Mingqiu looked up at a figure twice their height, gripping a bloodstained blood spear, exuding an air of death and destruction like a god of death returning from Hell, a terrifying aura of slaughter surrounding the giant beastman hero, compelling them to retreat a step in fear, erecting futile defenses.

Yet... it was meaningless.

Ye Mingqiu coldly swung the blood spear, accurately piercing through a head, then casually discarded it aside, directly toppling two beastmen of the Blood Axe Tribe.

He continued his rampage and slaughter, the instinct of battle ingrained in his very bones without the slightest delay.

The blood spear flashed, emitting a crimson glow, absorbing the blood Qi of beastman warriors; to it, this beastman blood Qi was far easier to digest than the blood of Ancient Gods.

Unfortunately, the life energy extractable from beastman blood was far inferior to Ancient God’s Blood, but if dependent on quantity to compensate, perhaps substantial enhancements could still be achieved.

As combat grew fervent, Ye Mingqiu suddenly halted on the battlefield, turning to the Black Fang Tribe’s beastman warriors, shouted with rage: "What are you staring at! Charge! Kill!!"

The next moment, the [Indestructible] aura instantly enveloped the battlefield, and the sound of [War Roar] temporarily stunned warriors within a wide range, with simultaneous bursts of 4% buff and debuff on both enemy and ally attributes, surprisingly manifesting impressive effects.

The Black Fang Tribe warriors, nearly wiped out, roared with a charge, wielding weapons with reckless abandon, shouting and roaring, feeling an inexhaustible life force coursing through their bodies, as if no one could kill them.

War! It had ignited!