Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1007: The Fall of a Saint

Feyman's will had lost its patience due to Alan and Stirling's endless destructive behavior. Just as Alan's Saint-Slaying move once again breached the spatial barriers of Feyman's world, He conveniently banished these two eyesores into the endless starry sky, not caring whether they could find their way home.

After unleashing this incredibly powerful strike, Alan's body was also somewhat overwhelmed. If one were to observe his state from another perspective, they would find his body resembling a mass of liquid, with fine wisps of vapor evaporating and dissipating from his surface.

With great difficulty, Alan stabilized his condition. He frowned, re-examining the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar dark space. Soon, his eyes locked onto his human opponent, Stirling, less than three miles away. Dragging his heavy sword, Alan charged towards him once more.

"Wait!! I surrender!! I've lost!!!!"

Before Alan could reach Stirling, the latter had already begun communicating with Alan through mental power, admitting his defeat. While sending this message, he also sped away in the opposite direction as if his feet were greased.

"Heh!"

A cold sneer appeared on Alan's lips. Now that things had come to this point, how could he possibly let go of the prey that was already at his doorstep?

The Battle Domain was activated to its fullest, not only providing Alan with greater speed but also projecting powerful negative effects onto his opponent, even though these effects wouldn't be too noticeable on a Saint. It was at this moment that Alan finally realized why his opponent, who had been fighting so vigorously and shouldn't have given up so quickly, had suddenly surrendered.

Without the buff of the Bloodlust Domain, Stirling's aura, relying solely on the Bloodletter's combat characteristics, was still powerful, but the difference between his current state and his peak was enormous. Moreover, Alan could sense that the empty wound was significantly affecting him, and his aura was slowly but surely declining.

Strike while your enemy is weak; this was the supreme secret to getting rich in the wilderness. Furthermore, Alan's purpose in initiating this challenge was to kill an equal, or at the very least, severely injure an opponent, even though he knew how difficult that would be.

Now, with such a golden opportunity right before his eyes, a rich gold mine beckoning him, how could Alan possibly abandon the chance to strike a fatal blow just because his opponent took the initiative to admit defeat!

The Smoke Wave Step was activated to its extreme. In the deep darkness, Alan's figure almost merged with the environment. If it weren't for the dark golden heavy sword he was dragging, Stirling, who was fleeing, might not have been able to spot Alan with his naked eyes.

Buzz!!

In the thin atmosphere, Alan's heavy sword slashed even more swiftly and smoothly. A Swift Kill sword technique was unleashed without the sound of air being torn, only the hum of energy resonating with space.

Stirling, in his miserable state, understood Alan's answer from the determined posture of the Bear Goblin chasing him. Seeing the sword aura about to strike, he had no choice but to brace himself, forcefully channeling the remaining energy in his body, and held his double axes in front of his chest, making a desperate defense and counterattack.

Clang!!

The terrifying sword aura nearly pierced through the defenses of the battle-axe, but the immense force it contained helped Stirling immensely, increasing his fleeing speed by a few points.

However, this acceleration was merely a drop in the bucket. Before Stirling could breathe a sigh of relief, the conspicuous dark golden heavy sword behind him, a hundred meters away, had already drawn a beautiful and ancient arc, heading straight for his empty chest.

"Ha!!"

A look of despair flashed in Stirling's eyes. A roar erupted from his mouth, forming an energy wave that spread in all directions. Dozens of scrolls and magical items were thrown out of his dimensional pocket as if they were worthless. Subsequently, the blades of the silver-white battle-axe shimmered, and countless energy blades detached from the axe's surface, detonating amidst those tools and scrolls.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!!!!

Dozens of magical scrolls and items, almost all of which were of Legendary rank or higher, were activated. A chaotic sea of magic power spread out before Alan, and the colorful light it emitted dispelled the darkness within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Clang!!!!!

Alan's forward momentum halted. He actively retracted the sweeping attack he had just made, and with the heavy sword gripped firmly in both hands, he raised it high. As his determined gaze was cast into this ocean, a golden light plunged into this dazzling source of light.

Boom!!!!!

An even greater magical fluctuation spread around, and in the center of this magical ocean spanning tens of miles, a straight, wide, and safe canyon suddenly appeared, splitting the turbulent ocean into two halves.

At the same time as the canyon appeared, Alan's body transformed into a silent wraith, passing through it soundlessly.

Stirling, having bought himself a little time at such a great cost, then successively activated the teleportation scrolls and items he carried with him. Once, twice, three times... Teleportation scrolls and items, which were regarded by many powerhouses as life-saving measures, were used by this human Saint, two or three at a time, just to increase the distance of each teleportation, even though doing so wasted the vast majority of energy, and the effect produced was only two or three hundred meters more.

Almost... almost...

The boundary of the Battle Domain was right before his eyes. A light of hope appeared in Stirling's eyes. Once he passed through the range of the domain, his speed would be a few points faster, and at the same time, his opponent's speed would return to a relatively normal state, greatly increasing his chances of escape.

Buzz~

Another high-level teleportation magic gate was constructed in front of Stirling. Stirling's battered body entered without hesitation. Thinking that he was about to escape the cage, a hint of joy appeared in his pupils.

Crossing a distance of more than a thousand meters in one step, the sense of disorientation brought about by the teleportation had just disappeared when Stirling's mental power had already spread out. The scene of escaping the domain that he had envisioned did not appear. That almost palpable barrier was still stably appearing a thousand meters ahead.

"Damn it!!!!"

The disappointment-induced frustration lasted only for a moment. At the same time, Stirling took out several more scrolls from his dimensional pocket and crushed them without hesitation. The teleportation gate formed by the excessive spatial energy superimposed together gradually materialized, and Stirling once again lifted his right foot and stepped into it.

"Trying to escape????!!"

A wave of energy formed by a thought suddenly exploded beside Stirling's ears, and the familiar aura of the Bear Goblin poured into his mind.

At the same time, a sword aura crossed the spatial barrier in an instant, arriving before Stirling from more than ten miles away, its target pointing directly at the already formed illusory teleportation gate.

"Ah!"

A look of determination flashed in Stirling's eyes. He didn't intend to retract his right leg, which he had already stepped out with. Instead, he raised his hands high, pouring all of his battle energy into the demigod battle-axe. Then, he resolutely threw it towards the sword aura behind him.

Buzz!!

Boom!!!!

The two battle-axes let out a silent wail. After being abandoned by their master, they flew in two different directions with the energy storm, drifting in this boundless darkness and coldness. As for Alan, who was still chasing in the distance, when his opponent stepped into the teleportation gate, the starlight on his vambrace rippled, and at the same time, he activated the Star Diamond embedded on it, his figure emerging from the teleportation channel almost simultaneously with his opponent.

Although my own magical teleportation on my armguards paled in comparison, it at least didn't give Stirling a chance to escape the domain. Following that, Allen sprinted forward at full speed while once again boosting his divine power into the greatsword, not caring about the burden of activating Instant Kill again. The sword aura with its magic-breaking properties was already eager to be unleashed.

The most troublesome thing about killing a powerful expert is this kind of situation. If there wasn't the speed difference created by the radiating battle domain, even if there was a difference in the flying speed of the two Saints, it would be very limited. If the other party was determined to flee, and combined with the considerable number of teleportation scrolls and items he possessed, Allen might not be able to catch up, or it would take a very long time.

"Don't you want to gain the friendship of a Saint??"

"Or are you after the wealth I possess?? If that's the case, then I am willing to offer it all to you. If that still doesn't quell your murderous intent, I am willing to sign a magical contract with you here and now. After you let me leave, I am willing to offer all my wealth in the Lionheart Kingdom as the price for redeeming my life, how about it??"

"You must know that I am backed by the Church of the Afflicted. If you really kill me under the watch of so many eyes, for the glory of my Lord, His shepherd on earth will surely avenge me!!"

While fleeing and throwing various scrolls and items to hinder Allen's pursuit, Stirling also continuously sent messages of begging for mercy to Allen, who was chasing after him.

Such pitiful and desperate pleas, when transmitted to Allen's mind, elicited a hint of disgust from him. A dignified Saint behaving like a dog wagging its tail for pity when facing death was no different from an ordinary person, which made Allen, also a Saint, feel nothing but disgust and even anger.

Even if life is precious, some things should always be above it. If a Saint cannot face death with equanimity, how did he reach this point?

Perhaps, the long lifespan brought about by the increase in strength has given these experts more opportunities to climb countless mountains, but it is also gradually eroding their confidence and fighting spirit. Just like his student Coeur, in Allen's view, her talent, disposition, and resources were actually much better than his own, and he had placed higher expectations on her. However, as time passed, this student of his also gradually became lost in the various temptations of the material world.

Too lazy to say another word to this human who was displaying such an ugly state, Allen simply buried his head and chased hard, constantly closing the distance with the other party. The greatsword in his hand was no longer easily unleashed, ready to disrupt any teleportation magic the other party activated.

Stirling had exhausted all his good words without receiving any response. The footsteps of death were slowly but surely approaching him. In despair, Stirling finally abandoned the fantasy he shouldn't have had in the first place. He took out a pair of spare legendary battleaxes from his dimensional bag, and a fierce and ruthless look appeared on his face as he roared at Allen with resentment: "Come on!! Come on!! I'll die together with you!!!"

Hearing these words, Allen instead took a higher look at this human Saint, finally willing to utter a few words to the other party: "You think you're worthy??"

When the distance closed to about five miles, Allen no longer held back. The greatsword's blade slashed out several times in the air, and the golden light blades of Divine Power Slash transformed into crescent moons, blocking the space on the left and right sides of the human in front. Finally, another Instant Kill strike went straight for the target, locking onto Stirling's fearful and resentful head.

Clang!!

Stirling was, after all, a Saint-level figure. Now that he had given up on the idea of escaping, his current flight was to accumulate power for his counterattack. Just as Allen launched his ranged attack, Stirling gritted his teeth and suddenly squeezed out several more scrolls from his hand. The battleaxes, which were not very handy, twisted again, and the space between the two was once again shrouded in a piece of magic. The crescent sword aura unleashed by Allen only stirred up a ripple when it fell into the magic, blocking this wave of attacks for Stirling. Obviously, he was still preparing to repeat his old trick.

However, compared to the previous ocean of magic, this time the magic cluster that appeared was at most a pool. Five or six kinds of mixed magic influenced each other during the flight, producing new changes, but the power was weakened a lot.

Seeing this, Allen swept the greatsword horizontally, driving his body to rotate, and the Sword of Turbulence formed a hurricane that directly pressed towards the magic cluster in front of him. Then, he swept all kinds of messy magic into the hurricane, forming a bizarre and colorful twisting snake.

During the flight, the long snake continuously spewed out various magical phenomena, flames, fireballs, electric nets, electric snakes... Until the magic power it contained was almost released, Allen then dissolved the Sword of Turbulence, his body was slightly disheveled, but the hair was indeed no longer burning.

Stirling in front made a final attempt, but this time he had just activated a teleportation gate when the life-threatening ghost behind him had already passed through the magical barrier. Immediately, an Instant Kill strike happened to fall on the magic gate that had just been completed in front of him.

Bang!

Stirling heard a sound like glass being smashed beside his ear. The magic model hidden inside the magic gate became unstable due to the magic-breaking effect carried in the sword aura. The half of his body that had already stepped into the teleportation gate quickly retracted, following the warning issued by instinct.

Watching the teleportation gate collapse, this time Stirling completely gave up all his thoughts. In a desperate roar, he turned back and slashed down with both battleaxes, countless Dou Qi blades blooming into flowers, with Stirling himself at the core of the flower, his chest empty, holding the battleaxes and killing back in a desperate posture.

"This is the posture a strong person should have!! As a fellow warrior, I will let you die with the dignity of a Saint!!"

"Death is not that scary!!!"

"Saint Slayer!!!"

After all, he was a Saint, and Allen should still give him the respect he deserved. Moreover, Allen has always had a good habit, that is, he never underestimates any enemy, and will deal with the enemy with an all-out attitude, not to mention that the one in front of him is still a Saint-level expert, and his net worth is so rich.

Even if Stirling's aura was rapidly dropping at this time, and he had lost the support of the Bloodthirsty Domain's transformation of flesh and blood energy, and he was also missing several important internal organs, anyone else would have died long ago. Stirling is still able to jump around now because of the Saint's life energy being strong, extraordinary and refined, but it is doubtful how much of a threat he can pose to Allen at this moment.

A golden brilliance flashed by, and the deep and eternal night ushered in a ray of dawn, but it was quickly swallowed by this eternally existing darkness. However, along with this ray of dawn, the entire body of the human Saint Stirling, who had rushed in front of Allen, was also swallowed, leaving only a human head that Allen had deliberately preserved, its eyes wide open, glaring angrily forward, not closing even in death.