Green Monster Epic

The frost-covered earth stretched for hundreds of miles, with a massive ice mountain, nearly three to four hundred meters high and tinged with faint crimson, towering over the desolate, frigid landscape.

In the sky, a bird strained to fly high, struggling against the unrestrained gale, unwilling to descend to the seemingly calm and pure earth. It persevered until it was exhausted and could no longer withstand the gale, slowly gliding downwards.

As the verdant forest appeared on the horizon, signaling the end of the continuous frost region, the gliding bird's round eyes revealed a hint of anthropomorphic joy. Unexpectedly, it was only a thousand meters from the ground. A gust of cold wind extinguished the life force in the eyes of this magical bird beast, and its crystal-like eyes became clouded. It plummeted straight towards the distant mountain.

Ding!!!

Whether it was a low-level or mid-to-high-level magical beast, its body was relatively sturdy. When it crashed into the towering ice mountain, it did not shatter into pieces. Instead, its sharp beak pierced straight into the thick ice surface.

Crack~~~ Crackle~~~~

As the bird pierced the ice mountain, a line slowly appeared from the point of impact, accompanied by cracking sounds, gradually spreading into the distance. It was as if the magnificent ice mountain was merely strong on the outside but fragile on the inside, and would shatter with a slight touch from the bird's remains.

Clang!!

The frozen, stiff corpse of the bird suddenly fell onto the ice surface. Before it could slide down the steep mountain, the continuous ice line abruptly split. A huge chasm extended along the direction of the ice line, twisting and turning towards the top of the mountain, swallowing the frozen bird corpse.

The earth trembled, and the hundreds-meter-high ice mountain shuddered. Countless ice chips, ice blocks, and icicles flew in all directions. A black figure and a golden light flashed past, and soon after they emerged, the ice mountain collapsed and shattered amidst continuous tremors.

A bald head and a body covered in tattered black scales were covered in thick frost. A burst of orange-red flame burned fiercely on the surface of the body, fueled by internal rage. The frost gradually fell to the ground.

Holding a crystal bone connected to five intact fingers, the black figure in the sky, with a solemn aura, slowly descended onto the frost-covered earth, facing the biting cold. However, the chill could not penetrate the warmth maintained by the orange-red flame around the figure.

As the frost on the figure's face and head fell away, and the white mist surrounding the body dissipated, the mature and steady face of the Kobold Saint Allen was revealed once more in this world.

Looking up at the sky, the will of Feynman, invisible but truly existing, was sending a trace of ruthless and desireless aura to Allen, making him feel as if he was carrying a ten-ton mountain on his back. This was punishment for him damaging the local natural laws.

In the distant south, beyond the reach of sight, the familiar aura of the human Saint Sidney had drifted over a hundred miles away. Now that the dimensional anchor's effect had expired, it made no difference whether Allen pursued him or not.

Although the opponent's last resort had sealed him, and it had taken him several minutes to break free, it was because he had disregarded his own safety and resolutely poured all the divine power in his body into a high-level magical weapon he had taken out of his dimensional pouch, seizing the opportunity before being frozen to throw it at the equally exhausted human Saint Archmage.

If there had been any divine power left in his body, he could have broken out of the ice faster. Or, if he hadn't approached within ten meters of the opponent, he could have calmly dodged the inaccurate and slow spell.

However, Allen had clearly seen the weapon he had thrown pierce the opponent's chest and go straight through in the last glimpse he had of Sidney before being frozen.

Regardless of whether it was an illusion, at least the result of his challenge could be considered a great victory. The unverifiable truth made Allen unable to feel happy, but the crystallized white bone left behind by the opponent was a tangible trophy.

After reaching the Saint level, they are no longer considered the same as their seemingly identical kin. Their internal organs have long evolved and changed. Every piece of flesh and blood is top-notch material for making potions and dishes.

Of course, no Saint would be foolish enough to cut off their own flesh and blood for medicine. Not only would it be a losing proposition, requiring more energy to replenish, but the leaked bloodline aura could also become a wedge for others to use against them, inviting disaster.

The crystal white bone that Sidney left behind, without any flesh and blood, would be a great torment for Sidney if it fell into the hands of high-level demons, devils, or mages specializing in curses.

Casually weighing the white bone that still exuded a chilling aura in his right hand, Allen sensed several powerful auras approaching from the north. Only then did Allen raise his head, turn around, and look back, just in time to see Cole, with a concerned expression, rushing to Allen's side, bypassing Geoffrey, Randolph, and others who had come with her.

"Teacher..."

This was probably the weakest state Cole had ever seen her teacher in. The powerful aura of a mountain-like expert had vanished. The goblin looked no different from an ordinary goblin warrior, and even weaker.

Carefully walking to Allen's side, Cole wanted to support Allen but was afraid that her teacher would think she was superfluous. While hesitating, Allen had already tilted his head back and downed a bottle of precious rage potion, stimulating the little rage left in his body, and said to Cole, "I am going to the Sacred Mountain Woma Ridge in the Centaur Grassland immediately. You stay here on the front line, and you can only return to the tribe to see me when you break through to demigod."

"If you really can't break through to demigod before your life is about to end, then this farewell today will be our last as master and disciple!!"

"Don't disappoint me too much, understand?"

Allen's words were earnest and sincere. Although he had noticed some changes in Cole's aura and spirit, he couldn't see into Cole's inner secrets. Naturally, he didn't know that the girl had reached the critical point of condensing the dust of faith. Going forward would be building a rage vortex, condensing that powerful rage into a more pure liquid form.

"Yes!!"

Following Allen's gaze, Cole keenly noticed that the eyes of the temple powerhouses who had come with her had become a little gloomy. Seeing this, Cole stood in front of Allen and nodded solemnly in response.

"Clan Chief Allen is indeed powerful. It seems like you have won a great victory!!"

On their way here, everyone had been deeply impressed by the hundreds of miles of ice and snow. But now, all eyes were focused on the crystal skull in Allen's hand, their hearts filled with excitement, reverence, and admiration that was hard to contain.

The centaur commander, Randolph, voiced her approval. In truth, she had long been captivated by Allen's heroic figure as he fought the human saint on the front lines. Although Allen's early performance hadn't been impressive, constantly suppressed by the human mage, he later transformed into a tireless beast, using the most crude and simple methods to exhaust the human mage's magic and mental strength, gradually gaining the upper hand.

The more everyone sensed the power of the human mage, the more they had to admire the strength of the bear goblin Allen, who could fight the human mage on equal footing. Sometimes, a person's strength didn't necessarily have to be displayed with an overwhelming posture; comparison with others could also prove their power.

"Just lucky, just lucky!"

The Rage Potion began to awaken his tired body. The potions he had drunk earlier and the scrolls he had used had accumulated a little strength for Allen. Now, trickles of blood and rage gradually appeared in his depleted blood vessels, slowly circulating with his heartbeat.

"It's just a pity that the human saint mage escaped!"

Allen lamented, but his eyes kept glancing at the human team in the distance. Several humans who had followed them were eager to make a move, seemingly intending to take advantage of Allen's current state.

In fact, not only the humans, but also Jeffery, the saint warlock from the Temple of Nature, had the same idea. Fortunately, Randolph, an important figure in the centaur race, was present, so Jeffery didn't dare to act rashly. However, Allen could still faintly feel a trace of malice, not only from Jeffery but also from the seemingly calm space around him. Clearly, those who had followed were not just the few people in front of him.

"Chief Allen, don't belittle us. If I were to face that human saint mage, I'm afraid I would have already been defeated."

Although their relationship was indifferent, Jeffery had to acknowledge the absolute strength Allen had displayed and give him the corresponding respect.

"I'm not doing well either, so I'm afraid I have to say goodbye for now!"

Allen shook his head, his body slumped in a weak manner, but the sharp and high fighting spirit in his eyes didn't diminish, making it hard to tell if he was really weak.

"Leaving so soon? Why not return to Ceres Fortress for a rest?"

Commander Randolph kindly suggested.

"No, I was just passing by this time. Since the generals on the front line don't welcome me, I'll go back to Mansa City and discuss the front line affairs with the other representatives of the alliance."

Allen smiled slightly, politely declining the offer. He was at his weakest stage, and staying at the front line fortress wouldn't be safe. After all, the Temple's forces on the front line were extremely strong, and they might have ulterior motives.

Although Allen knew that even if the Temple was昏庸 and foolish, they wouldn't possibly create a situation to target Allen, one of the five pillars of the alliance, on a battlefield they had initiated. However, Allen, who was always cautious, wouldn't give his opponents such a good opportunity. He was carrying a tribe of millions of people on his shoulders and couldn't afford any slackness.

"It seems that Lord Allen is still angry with Knight Nick! Then tell me, what can we do to appease you?"

Jeffery heard the meaning in Allen's words and quickly spoke again, lowering his posture.

The other party must have taken such a risky and desperate action for more than just bravery. Although he didn't know the other party's ultimate goal, at least after seeing the other party's strength and methods, Jeffery himself had the utmost respect for such a decisive, daring, and forbearing powerhouse.

He was even surprised that their church and camp hadn't shown much sincerity in attracting this saintly figure for so many years.

Compared to the other four pillars of the Mansa Alliance, this bear goblin was far stronger in terms of personal strength and ability. If the natural camp had drawn him in earlier, the northern border would probably have no place for the Oak camp churches.

In addition, with the alliance reached with the Drow, the north could have been laid out long ago, allowing them to withdraw to the south faster and launch a counterattack against the great enemy, humanity.

Even if this bear goblin has embarked on that forbidden path, so what? Does he really have a chance to ascend to that divine throne?

Or if this bear goblin is talented, favored by the goddess of luck, and succeeds by chance, wouldn't that be a good thing for the Temple of Nature?

Since the fall and slumber of the Father of the Oak, the strength of the Temple of Nature has been severely damaged. Otherwise, humans and elves would not have launched two consecutive civilization wars, breaking the balance of power in the Feyman world. Since the natural camp dared to form an alliance with an evil god like the Spider Queen Rose to compensate for the inferiority in the quality and quantity of gods, why wouldn't they accept a native god who was more in line with the natural philosophy?

Just because they are worried that this newly promoted native god might compete for believers?

But the problem is that after the Father of the Oak fell asleep, the churches of the natural camp have not seen much increase in true believers over the years, only many tribal forces that have followed the trend. Although the addition of such tribal forces has brought a large number of believers to the church in terms of numbers, these believers often only succumb to the requirements of the tribal leaders, mostly pseudo-believers and shallow believers, and the power of faith they can bring to the Lord is very few, not much different from the past.

In Jeffery's view, if the Quiet Forest Church really wants to vigorously develop and expand the number and quality of its believers, and do its best for the Lord in heaven, the primary task should be to improve the team of evangelistic priests, so that the aborigines who have become believers can wholeheartedly accept the concept and existence of the Lord of the Forest.

It's a pity that most of the Quiet Forest Church's higher-ups are unwilling to support his ideas. In order to please the heavenly gods and serve the main god, they are more willing to come up with tangible results as soon as possible. Although they do not resist methods that require a long time to take effect, few people support them. After all, the temple priests often need the grace of the gods to obtain more powerful power.