Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1005: Awakening

The will of the Faymann World arrived belatedly, passively strengthening and repairing the broken land and space, and placing invisible shackles on the two figures who were recklessly disrupting the balance.

If these two Saints were allowed to continue their destruction, the space before them would likely become another forbidden zone in the Faymann World.

Red mist enveloped Stirling, who was clad in black armor. The madness in his eyes was gradually dissipating, replaced by a solemn and cautious expression, tinged with a hint of fear and trepidation.

Within a hundred-mile radius, no living creature remained except for the two of them. Not only had the million-strong armies of both sides retreated cleanly in a short period, but even those teams of strong individuals, whose strength was not weak, had also retreated far away, watching the all-out battle between the two Saints from a distance as tiny black dots.

“How refreshing!!!”

After being locked onto by the Faymann Will, Allen's body felt as if it were being pressed down by a mountain, but it still couldn't stop his frantic and fierce offensive.

This was the first unrestrained and exhilarating battle Allen had engaged in since becoming a Saint, and one of the few times in his life that he didn't have to worry about anything. He remembered the last time he felt this way was when the Temple of Nature sent two demigod powerhouses and more than a dozen legendary powerhouses to besiege him in a magic lock formation when he was at the demigod level. It was in that battle that Allen almost lost his life, suffering the most serious injuries in his memory.

“Puff!!!”

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out involuntarily as Allen spoke. Before the blood could fall to the ground, it transformed into pure energy under the effect of the Bloodthirsty Domain and floated towards Stirling, who was a hundred meters away, merging into the faint layer of red mist.

“Again!!!”

Allen nonchalantly wiped his mouth with his elbow, where no bloodstains remained. After shouting again, he unleashed another shockwave, his figure disappearing from the spot.

Clang!!!

Stirling took a deep breath, the red mist around him thinning slightly. Having regained energy replenishment, although his body was battered, the surging energy within him poured torrentially into his two demigod-level battle axes, accurately blocking the heavy sword.

“Ah! ~!”

Stirling roared in response. The moment he blocked the heavy sword's chop, his arms exerted force again. With the blessing of endless energy, he finally managed to knock his opponent back for the first time.

The Bloodthirster's class trait, where the more severely injured the body, the stronger the strength, pushed Stirling's strength to a level he had never reached before. The surging energy within him, like a vast ocean, was constantly destroying his broken body, while also rapidly repairing his body. This mutually contradictory but coordinated state made Stirling act crazily before, in order to vent the pain he was enduring.

But it was precisely this terrifying opponent who forcibly brought Stirling back from his crazed state to his original form with his tyrannical and wild strength, allowing reason to regain control of his body.

Allen's body was still gliding in the void when a continuous stream of energy blades shot towards him, completely enveloping his body to the left and right. Seeing this situation, Allen shook the heavy sword in his hand, letting out a dragon's roar. With one sword strike, he not only tore the space in front of him again, but also included his opponent in the distance, who was constantly slashing energy blades, into the offensive.

“Hiss!!!”

A mouthful of blood-red mist was inhaled into his body with his breath, replenishing the energy he had just consumed. The silver-white axe blades in Stirling's hands flashed coldly, and he resolutely chopped out two axes, colliding head-on with his main body.

The more intense battle continued, and the sun, which had just risen at the beginning of the decisive battle in the sky, was now about to fall below the horizon, and darkness would soon envelop the earth.

In the endless sky, the human and orc commanders, who should have been the protagonists, stood side by side with their respective powerhouses, gazing into the space that was surging with turbulent energy and lightning from afar, not daring to breathe a word, for fear of attracting the existence of those two god-like beings.

Even a Saint-level existence like Elvis didn't look relaxed at this time. His mind was constantly replaying the wonderful and fierce battle scenes from before, imagining how he would deal with them if he were in their place!!

After thinking about it, Elvis couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If he were to face either of those two equal beings, he would probably be at a disadvantage. However, compared to the strength of the human Saint Stirling, Elvis was even more amazed by the power of the Gnoll Saint.

A significant factor in Stirling's strength was that the current battlefield was most favorable to him. A battlefield filled with countless corpses and flesh was probably the most ideal battlefield for any Bloodthirster class powerhouse with a Bloodthirsty Domain.

Ordinary Bloodthirsters can only convert their injured flesh and the flesh of their injured opponents into energy to replenish their own losses and strengthen their sustained combat power, while Saint-level existences with Bloodthirsty Domains can even convert the flesh of the dead that has not yet rotted into pure energy for their own use. This also means that the more corpses within the domain, the stronger the strength and endurance of the Saint-level Bloodthirster, making them almost invincible.

And this is probably an important reason why the human side chose to send Stirling, this Bloodthirster, to fight.

However, even with such a powerful Saint, in his most ideal battlefield, facing the challenge of the Gnoll Saint, based on what Elvis had seen, he was indeed at a disadvantage.

Although Bloodthirsters are not afraid of fighting a war of attrition or exchanging injuries with their opponents in this favorable battlefield, Saints are not gods, and their bodies cannot recklessly withstand damage and violent energy. Just like the human Stirling, who was more than ten miles away, his body was being endlessly ravaged and destroyed. Even though there was a constant supply of flesh and blood energy on the ground, he still showed a sign of decline under the rising momentum.

On the other hand, the Gnoll, who came from a Berserker background, used his own Rage skill and precious potions alternately, maintaining a stable state of outburst. Although he was gradually unable to suppress his opponent, Allen was still able to cope with the challenge and not fall behind in the face of an opponent with a stronger momentum.

As for the other spectators on the orc side, at this time, in addition to looking up at the two rapidly moving and fighting figures with awe and shock, every move and stance they chopped out was tempered and unadorned. Even the energy storm caused by the collision of weapons seemed not as grand as the battle between legendary powerhouses, but it made everyone present shudder, and they resolutely could not muster the courage to face the edge of the two god-like powerhouses.

Kou'er, the direct disciple of the Goblin Legend and Saint Gnoll Allen, showed a variety of complex emotions in her eyes at this time. Many of them were admiration, pride, and yearning for her teacher, but as she observed for longer, many obscure and difficult negative emotions gradually grew in her heart.

Allen's fierce and decisive strikes, his clean and efficient movements, provided numerous insights into combat for Chloe, like a guiding light. As Allen's student, inheriting his lineage and most closely resembling his fighting style, Chloe was likely the most capable among the members present of understanding Allen's intentions.

She even had a faint feeling that, although her teacher was displaying unparalleled combat strength, astonishing countless eyes present, the current display was still far from Allen's true strongest state.

"Can I... become as strong as Teacher?"

Under Chloe's dazed gaze, she couldn't help but ask herself. Immediately, scenes of her teacher entrusting her with heavy responsibilities flashed through her mind, leaving her gradually somewhat lost.

"Do I really have the ability to help Teacher? Can I really protect the million members of the Green Field tribe without Teacher's presence??"

Having fought on the front lines of the Beastman Empire for decades, Chloe already had some understanding of the strength of demigod-level powerhouses. While she wouldn't dare say she could contend with a demigod powerhouse, she was at least confident that she could entangle with one for a while and escape calmly to preserve her life.

In Chloe's view, this indicated that the distance between a demigod and herself wasn't actually that far. Therefore, with these years of life-and-death battles, she had gradually regained her fighting spirit and confidence, even though she knew in her heart that the possibility of her breaking through with her current conditions was very low.

Until this moment, when she truly witnessed the Saint's formidable and unmatched strength, the image of an invincible war god was destroying the false illusions in Chloe's heart, once again turning her into that girl who had lost her fighting spirit due to countless failures and setbacks, and the softening influence of her partner's tenderness...

The change in will was reflected in her body, and Chloe's newly revitalized life force gradually subsided. The decay and aging death energy swept over her once more, silently beginning to devour the life energy within Chloe's body.

"No! ! ! !"

Chloe's涣散gaze suddenly refocused, a strong, tenacious flame burning fiercely deep within: "What if the enemy is strong? The Green Field tribe rose from weakness, running through mountains of knives and seas of fire. With the blood and bones of countless tribesmen, we finally built the long-walled fortress that stands today, becoming the strongest tribe in the Northern Border! !"

Memories of her precarious childhood wandering in the wilderness resurfaced in Chloe's mind. Foster father Flower Snake, companions Stoneborn, Treeborn... faces that had become blurred now appeared clearly in Chloe's consciousness.

The warmth of her father's embrace for the first time, gathering bird eggs with her companions for the first time, secretly weaving a garland for the goblin she admired in her heart for the first time...

Too many precious memories, like slides, flipped through Chloe's mind. Too many sincere emotions flowed through her heart, washing away Chloe's spirit and soul, which were heading towards decline and death. And within these memories, there was an invisible thread connecting them all: the tribe she had lived in since she had memories, and the tribesmen who accompanied her.

"The warriors of the wilderness are born with nothing, fighting for survival and milk with their brothers and sisters, fighting for food with fierce beasts, fighting against all things in nature. They have never feared death! !"

"So what if I am weak now? The strong also grow from weakness. The enemy can trample my corpse, but they cannot conquer my will, bend my courage and fighting spirit! ! !"

"Since I promised Teacher to protect his safety, to safeguard the interests and peace of the tribe, I must not back down even a single step, even when facing that Saint! !"

Chloe's gaze gradually became firm. The strength of her hands gripping the hilt of the Blackfire Greatsword grew even stronger. Sensing its master's determination and fighting spirit, a faint red halo rippled across the sword's body.

"As long as my heart hasn't stopped beating, and my blood hasn't cooled, then Teacher and the tribe will be guarded by me, even if it means being smashed to pieces! ! !"

Therefore, stimulated by Allen's battle, Chloe, the bright pearl of the Green Field goblins, whose thoughts were simple and free of distractions, finally shed the confusion and dust that had remained in her soul for so long. Her soul became clear and pure, and a firm and intense belief began to condense and collapse, transforming from the intangible to the tangible.

In the misty sea of consciousness, a speck of light, emitting a faint white glow, yet as minute as dust, transformed from illusion to reality, gradually emerging in this space. With its appearance, the mist permeating the sea of consciousness slowly receded under the seemingly faint light, and a clear and bright independent space gradually took shape.

Chloe was unaware of the changes in her body. She only felt that her spirit was more comfortable than ever before, like someone who hadn't taken a bath in decades suddenly entering a bathhouse and having all the dirt and grime scrubbed off their body, feeling transparent from the inside out.

Even her body, which Chloe believed she had absolute control and understanding of, now felt different. The anger flowed more smoothly between her blood vessels. Chloe only had a thought, and anger immediately appeared in the location she wanted it to circulate.

The black spot representing her teacher in the sky was once again knocked away by his opponent. Although Chloe knew that this attack posed little threat to her teacher, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the greatsword in her hand. The goblin legend, who had already made a decision in her heart, was fully prepared to strike at any moment. As long as she saw her teacher Allen facing a life-or-death danger in the sky, she would pounce on him without regard for anything, to relieve her teacher.

Even though she knew in her heart that this was a challenge initiated by her teacher Allen himself, and there shouldn't be any third-party intervention; even though she knew that as long as she took action, regardless of the final outcome, she would not be spared, either being砍死by that human Saint or being围杀by the neutral onlookers for亵渎ing the sacred challenge.

"Creator of magical cuisine, founder of delicious food, omniscient and omnipotent master of all things, great Food God, may your divine grace descend and bless the Green Field Plains..."

Before knowing about the Food God Church, Chloe was a relatively reliable follower of the Oak Father. Although not as devout as those who wholeheartedly believed in the Oak Father, she was definitely more devout than Allen, a pseudo-believer.

But when she heard the existence of the Food God Church from Allen's own mouth, and who the main entity represented by the Food God was, that night she directly converted her faith, leaning her heart towards the Food God with a more devout and pure attitude.

"...Your most loyal follower, willing to offer you blood, life, and soul! ! !"

The dust of belief finally took shape in Chloe's most devout prayer. The faint light dispelled the mist in front, illuminating a path for the goblin legend to a higher existence.