Green Monster Epic

After wandering for a long time on the surface of the star, and witnessing various vast and immense stellar activities, Allen was both awed by the insignificance of the individual in the face of celestial bodies, and also couldn't help but feel a little complacent that he could connect with these magnificent creations.

Taking a deep breath, a resolute look flashed in the depths of Allen's eyes, and then his ethereal, illusory figure sank directly towards the surface of the star, which flowed with endless lava, both bright and dark. Soon, his figure disappeared into the lava.

Although he was certain that his illusory body, constructed of mental power, would not be harmed within the star, the magnificent power revealed by the star's reaction was mysterious and unpredictable. Even the power of a Saint like Allen was as weak as an ant in its presence. How could he be 100% sure of his safety!

However, after directly observing this star that was closely related to him, Allen's powerful intuition vaguely sensed that deep within the core of this star, something of great importance to him seemed to be brewing and growing, attracting him and making him want to explore it.

What kind of thing could exist within the core of a fiery star and be nurtured in this hellish environment? And how did the vast power of faith, nurtured by his tens of thousands of believers day and night, disappear into this star, and what kind of connection and influence did it have with this unknown thing?

Allen had no way of knowing the situation inside the star, but he very much wanted to understand it. Since he had embarked on the path to becoming a god, the necessary adventures and explorations would provide important guidance and inspiration for his future progress. Now that he had the opportunity to observe this star up close, he naturally wouldn't want to give it up.

As soon as his consciousness entered the lava, Allen's subjective consciousness finally felt the unbearable heat. It was a perception of heat directly reflected in the mental world. In an instant, Allen's physical body, tens of thousands of miles away, was immediately soaked in sweat, and the hem of his divine robe dripped with bead-like, turbid sweat, falling to the ground.

The Saint's powerful physical body visibly shrank circle after circle, as if it was about to be evaporated into a dry, shriveled corpse by an invisible force. However, in the astonished eyes of the guards secretly observing Allen, the extraordinary power of the Saint's body manifested. The location where Allen was standing began to frantically absorb and devour endless natural energy like a magnet, and then his body quickly returned to its original state.

No one knew what this unknown figure wearing the core divine robe was doing, but some members had already quietly left the dark hall under the instructions of the guard commander to find a high-ranking figure who could preside over the matter.

Pain beyond what ordinary people could imagine churned in Allen's consciousness. Fortunately, Allen had previously mastered legendary specializations related to the mind, providing him with a strong point of willpower to support him. When his consciousness gradually became familiar with the heat that sublimated everything, Allen was finally able to regain control of his consciousness and slowly swim in this lava.

Everywhere he looked was a golden, brilliant color, as if he were in a world made of gold. Allen could only rely on his intuition and weak perception to sink little by little towards the core of the massive star. Time here, because of the lack of reference points, was stretched very, very long, which also infinitely prolonged the suffering of the mental world, until Allen felt completely numb.

The star was not a place of absolute death. The deeper Allen went into the core, the more he discovered fire elemental creatures exuding a strong magical aura, freely wandering in this sea of ​​molten lava. Among them, there were existences comparable to the dragon Figglas, or even more powerful than it.

However, whenever Allen's invisible body crossed paths with these elemental creatures, they were completely unaware of Allen's existence, let alone the jade-white power of faith surrounding Allen.

Allen himself didn't realize that during his descent, his invisible body had already been filled and wrapped by clusters of water-like power of faith, which was why he was able to exist in the core of the star.

Until a sudden obstacle came from under his feet, as if he was standing on flat ground, it took Allen's sluggish spirit more than a dozen breaths to react, and he quickly lowered his head to check the situation.

As Allen's thoughts moved, the surrounding golden lava actually began to stretch in all directions, thereby creating a huge arched space in front of Allen, directly separating the core of the star from the endless lava.

Before he could marvel at why the inside of this star would cater to his thoughts and naturally produce such a magical change, when the pure gold metallic object flowing with intense divine light filled Allen's entire vision, even Allen, with his tenacious will, couldn't help but be moved and shocked.

With Allen's vast mental perception, he couldn't see the full picture of this metallic object under his feet. The only thing he could guess based on the slight curvature of its surface was that this should be a huge, exaggerated metal sphere. And when Allen leaned down and stroked this metal sphere with his hands, he could vaguely judge that the main components of this huge metal sphere should be precious metals such as gold or even gold essence.

However, Alan quickly revised his judgment, because after walking hundreds of meters on this vast sphere, he saw another silver-white texture naturally growing on the golden surface, constructing a complex pattern full of a mysterious rhythm.

In the silver-white metallic luster, there was a suppressed and obscure magical aura, with colorful lights occasionally appearing and disappearing within it.

The surface not only had silver-white textures, or rather exposed mineral veins, but also other mineral veins of different attributes continuously embedded in the earth, gray-white stone, crimson crystals, and brown root-like substances that were sponge-like yet extremely tough…

As Alan explored larger and larger areas, the land in front of him became even more puzzling. This land and the various mineral veins that coexisted with it showed no signs of artificial construction. However, the various textures they formed were full of profound magic. Even with Alan's shallow magical knowledge, flying high in the sky and just overlooking a corner of this vast land, his entire brain felt like it was crashing. Endless information flooded in, stirring up an endless storm in his poor brain's sea of consciousness.

Although there was a lot of information, it seemed to be encrypted. Alan exhausted his wisdom but could not understand even a trace of it. Finally, under the control of his strong willpower, he barely managed to shift his gaze away from the mysterious patterns fixed on the ground.

"Puff!!!"

Alan's face turned deathly green, and after he landed back on the ground, a mouthful of green blood, transformed from pure spiritual power, spurted out of his mouth. Before it could even fall to the ground, it sublimated into pure energy and was absorbed by this land.

His illusory body began to twist and fluctuate. After finally suppressing the storm in his sea of consciousness, Alan's eyes revealed a cautious look, and he dared not look at the patterns on the ground randomly again. He had only glanced at them roughly just now, and his spiritual world had almost fallen into chaos, suffering a considerable blow. Alan found it hard to imagine what the consequences would be if he really saw the entire core pattern clearly.

But this world was so fascinating to him. This rare opportunity allowed him to glimpse the true face of this world, and Alan was really unwilling if he couldn't gain something from it.

Alan had his own considerations for wanting to practice in this underground temple this time.

When refining recipes and cooking magic dishes in Fort Fatte, there was one time when Alan was clearly about to fail. The violent and turbulent energy had been confirmed to be out of control and was about to erupt in a fierce reaction of the ingredients. Suddenly, a little bit of milky white power of faith, which only he could see, flew out from the chefs and scholars around him, flying like swallows returning to their nests and integrating into the ingredients under the control of Alan's God of Cookery domain.

With the addition of these powers of faith, the violent energy suddenly became as docile as a lamb, accepting Alan's control again, as if the previous scene was just Alan's illusion, and this calm and gentle scene was the real existence.

Alan was more convinced of what he had seen with his own eyes. Afterwards, after he carefully questioned the dozens of clansmen who had given birth to a little bit of the power of faith, confirming that they were sincerely praying for the success of the cooking at that time, Alan both had a new understanding of the power of faith and inevitably developed the desire to continue exploring the mysteries of this power of faith.

After all, Alan's individual strength alone is already the peak combat power that the Feyman world can bear, and it is difficult to make substantial progress. Moreover, because the more he understands the potential rules of the Feyman world, Alan's own tyrannical strength seems to be shackled, making it difficult to have the opportunity to make great achievements, which always gives him a sense of powerlessness that a hero has no place to use his strength.

Since the improvement of individual strength has temporarily lost the motivation and direction to move forward, then it is only a natural choice to re-invest his energy into the power of faith and the church, which he has neglected for a long time and is also more important.

Golden snowflakes were flying in the golden sky, falling sparsely to the earth, and finally generating a little ripple and disappearing into this land, which was the power of faith nurtured day and night by the 70,000 believers of the God of Cookery Church.

Alan stretched out his hand, gently holding up a goose feather-like snowflake, and a picture of a bear goblin in a beige chef's uniform praying appeared in Alan's mind:… The creator of food, the master of the Green Field Plain, the guardian of the goblins, may your glory shine on all fields, bless your humble believers, may you enjoy…

With a gentle wave of his palm, this power of faith, representing a certain devout believer, flew out of Alan's palm, then freely fell to the ground, and quietly integrated into the golden metal land under Alan's gaze.

Once again placing both hands on the ground that had devoured the power of faith, Alan's will began to connect with a trace of spiritual power that had just quietly integrated into the power of faith.

Although the time difference between the integration of the power of faith into the ground and the action of touching the ground with both hands to sense the separated spiritual power was less than a breath, in Alan's perception, the trace of spiritual power that had been separated now seemed to be separated by thousands of miles, and it seemed that it was no longer in the same plane. As time passed, the connection between the two became weaker and weaker, until after a dozen breaths, Alan could no longer sense the existence of that spiritual power and power of faith.