Green Monster Epic

"I am waiting for the Holy One among you humans to come and fight in the Pandal Fortress!!"

"But if your Holy One doesn't dare to fight, then I will have to trouble you guys instead!!"

"… …"

After uttering these words, Allen suddenly brought down his right hand, gripping the greatsword, in a chopping motion. The group of strong individuals before him was shocked, their bodies' energies surging as they were about to attack. However, after seeing that Allen's chop was not directed at them, they forcefully stopped their counterattack.

Only when they clearly saw the violent power unleashed by Allen's chop, which triggered an earthquake of at least magnitude seven or eight in the distance, and witnessed the earth being torn apart before them, forming a deep rift over a dozen miles long, did an undisguisable emotion of shock and fear surface in the eyes of this group of human powerhouses.

If this sword strike had been aimed at the dozen or so of them, would they have been able to withstand the terrifying power contained within the blade??

Before the dust on the ground had settled, Allen, the instigator, had already floated away towards the southeast, completely ignoring the reactions of the group of human powerhouses around him, and not worrying that they would attack him.

Before Leander, the black fireball rose and fell, constantly expanding and contracting. The eerie light shone on his bald face, making him look extremely sinister and terrifying. He forcefully suppressed the urge to attack the lean figure, and only when the other party's aura gradually faded away and disappeared on the horizon did he coldly dispel the magic before him, and lead the group of shocked human powerhouses back to the battle line he was in charge of.

Having achieved the purpose of his trip south, Allen didn't care whether the group of human powerhouses he happened to meet would pass on his challenge. He only cared whether a human Holy One would allow him to enjoy a hearty battle and thoroughly test his true strength.

Allen was restricted by the potential rules of the Fayman World targeting Holy Ones, and could not interfere in secular wars. However, this did not mean that he really couldn't easily show off his skills.

There were so many legends and stories about Holy Ones in the Fayman World, which couldn't possibly be baseless fabrications. Since people were able to pass down so many heroic stories, it naturally meant that they were also capable of doing something. After all, which powerhouse who reached the level of a Holy One wasn't a proud and arrogant chosen one? Letting them do nothing and just eat, drink, and wait for death during these long and boring years would not only be a waste of talent, but also something these existences could never accept.

Therefore, after learning about the potential rules regarding Holy Ones, Allen began to search for various information, seeking loopholes or opportunities that he could exploit. Finally, in those legends and historical records, he finally found the answer.

In fact, the potential rules targeting Holy Ones were nothing more than a few meaningless words without any binding force. They only had a certain deterrent effect on rulers like Allen who possessed large tribes, forces, and kingdoms in the secular world. However, for those solitary Holy Ones and preachers of the Evil God Church without fixed residences, these rules simply could not gain any respect from them.

The reason why Allen was wary of these rules was only because he had the bond of the tribe that he couldn't abandon. If he hadn't chosen to manage and develop the Greenwild Tribe and make it his lifelong pursuit, he wouldn't have been bound by these rules.

If he was unburdened and truly interfered in a war and destroyed a city, so what if the secular forces and the temple joined forces to pursue him endlessly?

Even if the strength was too disparate and he couldn't fight against many opponents alone, if he was determined to escape, the other party would probably have a headache, right?

In the past history of the Fayman World, there were many stories of suddenly appearing solitary Holy One-level powerhouses wreaking havoc and destruction in the secular world. Although the vast majority of them ended up miserably, there were still many Holy One legends that had no conclusion, obviously not because they were punished and killed, but because they disappeared on their own.

Of course, what appeared more often in history were frequent clashes between Holy One-level powerhouses, or stories of demigods and legendary powerhouses ganging up on Holy Ones in disproportionate numbers. From this, Allen roughly understood that there was still much room for manipulation regarding the rules targeting Holy Ones.

For example, like now, Allen clearly invited human powerhouses of the same level and challenged them. If the other party accepted the challenge, then the two sides would fight on the edge of the battlefield, and it would be inevitable that the situation would affect the battlefield. But if the other party didn't accept the challenge, then Allen could attack the legendary powerhouses in the battlefield. Even if the other party was dissatisfied, they couldn't blame Allen.

After all, it was your human side's Holy One who didn't dare to accept the challenge, and at the same time, he really didn't affect the overall situation of the battlefield. You can't say that because he restrained a few human powerhouses, Allen should be blamed if the humans fell into a decline or even defeat on the main battlefield, right?

Currently, the border battlefield of the Orc Empire has more than two million troops from both sides. Even if Allen, as a Holy One, fully invested himself in this sea of people, it would probably be difficult to have any impact on the overall situation in a short period of time.

Other Holy One existences, relying on their status, were unwilling to risk fighting other existences of the same level. Even if they won, they might not be able to kill their opponents, and if they lost, they would damage their reputation for no reason. No matter how you looked at it, it wasn't a worthwhile deal.

Therefore, on the front-line battlefield, in addition to Holy One-level priests and clerics from the church, who relied on the advantage of being backed by gods to bless the legions on the battlefield with various large-scale divine arts, other Holy One-level existences stationed in the legions were more focused on preventing the sudden attacks of opponents of the same level.

The further east he flew, the more foul and unpleasant the air became. From time to time, swarms of flies and insects like dark clouds appeared in the sky, buzzing and undulating over the earth. They even seemed to be completely unaware of the power exuded by Allen, a Holy One existence, and swarmed towards the space he was in.

Whoosh ~ ~ ~

Allen frowned slightly. With a thought, a flame of orange-red wrath covered the surface of his body. Countless mosquitoes and flies that rushed towards Allen's body turned to ashes in the invisible flickering flames, and sparsely fell to the earth.

After patiently enduring the rampant clouds of mosquitoes, after several minutes, Allen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he finally flew out of the army of mosquitoes that obscured the entire world.

It was only then that Allen realized he had finally arrived at the main battlefield between the human and orc armies. The mottled earth had not a single intact spot. Countless once-tall and lush trees were now just shattered stumps, and the sturdy rocky mountains had become pitted and uneven. The loamy yellow soil was nowhere to be seen, only a series of black, rotten mud puddles emitting a foul odor. In the mud, humanoid figures lay twisted and scattered, their faces indistinguishable.

Various pieces of damaged equipment and weapons were discarded haphazardly, with no one to collect them. Occasionally, one or two unbridled warhorses would gallop wildly while wailing mournfully, their bodies also riddled with arrows and javelins. Their movements were merely the final echoes of life, on the verge of collapsing into the embrace of Mother Earth.

On the horizon, several miles away, banners fluttered amidst grim legions. Following the drumbeats and horns from the central command tent, they moved in unison, soon clashing violently with the opposing legions, quickly plunging both sides into a brutal melee.

Cavalry regiments roamed the periphery of the battlefield, occasionally colliding head-on with charging cavalry units. Wherever they passed, countless bodies were trampled into a bloody pulp beneath their hooves. After finally breaking through the enemy's formation, they would retreat again to create distance, then trace an arc across the land and charge anew towards another nearby cavalry or infantry regiment.

High above, thousands of meters in the air among the clouds, hundreds of black dots unleashed bursts of intense energy. At times, a sea of fire would erupt, and at others, a dense web of lightning would fill the sky. Legendary-level powerhouses, highly prized among the wilderness tribes, were not necessarily more valuable than ordinary soldiers on the ground in such a grand battlefield. In fact, during the mere dozen or so minutes that Allen observed the battle, one powerhouse's body plummeted from the sky to the earth, like a tiny needle falling into the ocean, causing barely a ripple.

Inhaling the scent of blood and sweat carried by the breeze, and with the valiant roars, desperate struggles, and clashing of metal echoing in his ears, the warrior bloodline inherited from the Ursine Earth Spirit couldn't help but begin to boil. His heart, gradually transforming into pure energy, began to beat faster.

Clang!!!!

The dark gold greatsword, Bone Cleaver, suddenly leaped out of the dimensional pouch, actively flying into Allen's hand, conveying its passionate fighting spirit and urging its master to begin a glorious slaughter.

A smile crept onto Allen's lips. He dragged the greatsword and began to stroll through the air, suppressing the urge to kill that stirred within him. As if taking a leisurely walk in a gentle spring breeze, he glided slowly towards the battlefield where the human and orc powerhouses were locked in combat.

Illuminated by the layer of orange-red flames on his body, Allen's figure resembled a war god. Although he had not yet made a move, he attracted the attention of countless eyes across the entire battlefield. Even the raging battle between the human and orc powerhouses gradually subsided in intensity due to the arrival of this uninvited guest, each of them quietly mobilizing their energy, secretly observing the Ursine Earth Spirit Saint who was approaching the battlefield at a leisurely pace.

Zzt!

When Allen advanced about five miles into the aerial battlefield, a beam of holy light suddenly shot out from the human central command tent on the ground. Allen simply raised his greatsword and slashed lightly, causing the holy light to clash with the raging fire burning on the sword's blade before dissipating into the air.

"Allen Witt, as a Wilderness Saint, what are you intending to do appearing in the midst of the battle between my human allied forces and the orc empire?"

A human woman radiating divine light, her face filled with sacred piety, instantly appeared about a mile away from Allen, her indifferent and clear oriole-like voice reaching Allen's ears.

"I apologize, Madam Human. Would you believe me if I said I only came to learn from and admire the fighting prowess of you warriors?"

Compared to Allen's widely known face and name, Allen only knew a handful of names of the Saint-level figures from the dozen or so human civilizations and churches. He was unaware of the names and faces of many other Saints.

Facing such a delicate human woman, he sized her up while flashing what he thought was a warm and friendly smile, appearing nothing like someone who wanted to join the battle.

Now that he had a powerhouse from the human side deliver the message, he was in no hurry to join this exciting battlefield. Since he had already made a show of his intentions, holding back for another two or three days before taking action would reduce some trouble and risk.

Moreover, Allen quite enjoyed the current situation, where he hadn't even taken action but was already influencing the direction of such a vast and magnificent battlefield. This was a scene he had dreamed of in his early years. Now that he truly felt the powerful auras of those around him, and saw how their actions and intensity were restrained by his presence, and how the soldiers on the ground, fighting desperately to the death, gradually ceased their attacks due to the horns and drums echoing from behind, Allen finally had the rare experience of realizing his current strength and status, and that he had truly become a powerful existence that could not be ignored.

"Ursine Earth Spirit, Allen Witt, are you joking??"

The human Saintess's cold expression faltered, her chest rising and falling. She never imagined that this Saint, who exuded such vigorous momentum, would appear on the battlefield only to give her such an answer.

"See, I knew you wouldn't believe me!!"

Allen shrugged, thoroughly enjoying being the center of attention, completely unconcerned by the barely suppressed anger in her eyes.

"I know the rules. You can rest assured and continue your slaughter. I will definitely not interfere in the war between you humans and orcs!!"

"As for what I will do next, I believe someone will soon report it to you. You will naturally know then!!"

Even if it only took a few words, Allen could clearly explain the purpose of his trip, but he insisted on acting mysterious, wanting to see just how strong his current deterrent was, and to enjoy a moment longer being the focus of thousands of gazes, feared and watched.

Moreover, Allen had faintly sensed when looking out over the battlefield earlier that the orc empire was beginning to fall into a disadvantage. Now, with his sudden appearance on the battlefield, the human commander, whether truly influenced or not, had indeed temporarily slowed down the human army's offensive, giving the orc empire's commander a chance to seize a sliver of opportunity, reissuing orders to redeploy the army and restabilize the battle situation.

"Hmph!!"

The human Saintess glared at Allen with dissatisfaction, but she could do nothing about him.

Although this Ursine Earth Spirit Saint had appeared on the battlefield, he had not actually taken action and begun to fight. She couldn't possibly launch a ruthless attack just because of his presence, as that would only give him an excuse to unleash his full power.