Green Monster Epic

Inside the statue, that still blurry pattern suddenly bloomed with firefly-like radiance, its light alternately dimming and brightening as the miniature star core within Allen's illusory body rotated.

Allen seized the opportunity to twist his body, attempting to break free from the restraints, but feedback from his soul consciousness indicated that the statue's current changes were insufficient to allow him to escape.

Not discouraged, Allen continued to think and quickly came up with another solution. With a thought, the star core hovering in his heart rapidly enlarged and expanded, its original rotation ceasing under Allen's control.

Once the texture manifested by the star core matched the size of the illusory pattern in the center of the statue, Allen directly manipulated the identical texture at the core with his will, aligning it and then pressing it against the statue.

Buzz!

The interior of the entire statue seemed to experience an earthquake, the stable and tranquil space began to shake violently, and the milky white power of faith, flowing like water and mist, transformed into a storm, changing into various shapes.

"...After unanimous selection by 231 judges, the top ten winners of the 4th Food God Culinary Competition have been decided!"

"I announce that the first-place winner of this competition is!"

"Ms. Priscilla, the charming high-level magic chef from my Greenwood Tribe!!!"

After advancing to Legend, this was the first time Fuluoke accepted a task arranged by the tribe. From the initial resistance to gradually becoming more skilled, he even found himself enjoying it. After this experience, he was quite successful in creating and igniting the atmosphere. His modulated voice, along with a few words, resounded throughout a corner of the city that had been bustling for nearly a month, immediately eliciting waves of cheers.

The Greenwood Tribe had produced the first-place winner in all four competitions, which, even though it was supposed to be a matter of course, still made the Greenwood Tribe members feel proud. After all, it was still a very face-saving thing in front of outsiders.

Just as the entire city was celebrating, the conspicuous statue placed behind the many winning prizes also emitted clusters of golden light along with the high-pitched cheers and laughter, and a sacred and powerful aura surged outward like a tide.

Countless eyes witnessed this scene, their expressions first stunned, revealing an incredible look of astonishment, and then, without knowing where it started, someone shouted 'The Food God is Manifesting!', and soon more voices joined in, and the more excited and agitated emotions quickly overwhelmed the entire Green Lake City.

On the top of the mountain, under the watchful eyes of many strong individuals, it was difficult not to notice this majestic and powerful energy fluctuation. The other strong individuals had complex expressions, looking at each other for a moment, unsure how to react. However, Greta and several other church leaders, including the Great Druid Oscar of the Oakwood Church, could no longer sit still with this energy fluctuation, which carried a strong divine power aura, and they all ascended into the sky.

"Heretical nonsense, damn it!!!"

"False god, daring to blaspheme the gods!!!"

A sacred aura simultaneously emanated from these figures ascending into the sky, spreading to the surroundings, and an atmosphere of solemn killing instantly replaced the joy and celebration in the city. The boundless pressure was like mountains descending from the sky, directly freezing the cheers.

"Everyone!! Please be merciful!!"

"This is the territory of my Greenwood Tribe. Has anyone considered the consequences if anyone harms my tribe's guests here????"

Arbard's reaction was equally quick. When the statue in the southwest city emitted golden light, he sensed something was wrong. With a sweep of his right hand, a staff nearly two meters long and as thick as an arm immediately appeared in his hand. Countless lightning spirits in the sky quickly gathered as he waved his hand, and the flashing electric light became more and more dazzling as time passed, but he hesitated to strike first and could only open his mouth to stop the figures in the sky.

"God says, all evil things shall be purified!!"

"Roar ~ ~ ~"

A total of ten Temple powerhouses flew into the sky. Apart from two who initially cast their deterrent gazes at Arbard, who was a little slower, the remaining eight directly unleashed their strongest methods, focusing their attacks on the culinary competition venue where dozens of participating members were still present. Even the Druid Arbard, who had always been on good terms with the Greenwood Tribe, transformed into a green giant dragon, spitting a flame without mercy to scorch the newly erected statue.

Oscar was probably the Temple powerhouse present who most wanted to destroy this suddenly appearing divine light statue. If this matter were to spread, then the Temple would no longer be able to sit idly by and ignore the current Greenwood Tribe. Only by resolving this matter as soon as possible before it explodes and achieving a result that everyone can accept, would the Greenwood Tribe be able to avoid a huge crisis.

Among the churches under the Natural God Temple, the Oakwood Church probably had the least concerns and resistance towards Allen embarking on the path to becoming a god. This was not only because of the close relationship between their church and the Greenwood Tribe, but also because the god served by the Oakwood Church had great ambitions. As long as those who wanted to embark on this path were not evil or chaotic and did not pose a great threat to the Feyman world, He would not make excessive choices.

On the contrary, other gods in the Natural God Temple would engage in suppression, strangulation, and other behaviors for their own benefit. The Father of the Oak Tree was also helpless about this and could only stand by. After all, everyone was in the same camp, and he was already at the peak of godhood, so he could not stop other gods from continuing to pursue power.

Now that the Father of the Oak Tree had fallen, to be honest, the Oakwood Church had even less reason to stop Allen from embarking on this path. Moreover, as the challenges faced by the Natural God Temple became more and more difficult, from the current situation, more power meant more hope for self-preservation in the future.

It's just a pity that the power of the Oakwood faction is becoming less and less important in the Natural God Temple, and Oscar's personal attitude is not considered mainstream in the Oakwood faction. Therefore, the Oakwood faction can coldly sit by and watch Allen embark on this path, pretending not to know. However, if something like the premature exposure of the Food God's faith happens now, for the sake of the Natural God Temple's prestige and to continue to deter and rule the wilderness, they must also stand on the same front as the other churches represented by Greta.

"Damn it!!"

Seeing this situation, Arbard knew that if he didn't act decisively, the prestige that their tribe had worked so hard to establish among the various tribes in the wilderness would probably be annihilated.

"Greenwood Warriors, listen to my command!! Assemble into battle formation, prepare for battle!!!!"

"Kill!!!!!"