Green Monster Epic

“Lord Allen, there is no need to be concerned. This is the power of our clan's holy land, Leska, being activated by the shaman's war song and dance, guiding Chief Fendi's soul toward becoming an Heroic Spirit.”

Seeing the wary look in Allen's eyes, Shifenqi, leaning on his cane, began to explain as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

“As long as the promotion to Heroic Spirit is successful, then Fendi's position in our Lord's divine kingdom will also be greatly elevated, which is a very important matter for us.”

“Heroic Spirit???”

The magical aura on the island grew increasingly intense, and the golden halo completely enveloped the sky above. Everyone participating in the funeral seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, feeling extremely comfortable and peaceful all over their bodies.

Pairs of unsophisticated eyes curiously examined this strange scene, without the slightest awareness of danger. Even Tim and Bobier, accompanying Allen, had relaxed expressions, clearly not believing that there could be any danger in their sphere of influence in the Northern Territory.

Only Allen himself, after listening to Shifenqi's explanation, did not completely let down his guard. His bright eyes constantly scanned the sky and the surroundings while muttering to himself.

As the golden light shone, illusory images of lizardmen emerged from the towering stone tablets. Although their faces were not clearly visible, their solemn expressions seemed as if living people were overlooking the unfamiliar guests on the isolated island.

This was not the first time Allen had witnessed such undead-like existences. When they ambushed the human Pope in the human kingdom, they had encountered a group of Heroic Spirits summoned by the Pope. Now, seeing the existence of Heroic Spirits once again, Allen's already furrowed brows tightened further, adding a few more wrinkles.

The illusory Heroic Spirits floated in the sky, as if patrolling this land. Then, as the stone tablet burying Fendi's coffin gradually emerged with a faint halo, these patrolling Heroic Spirits slowly converged towards its location.

Allen and the others standing on the ground maintained solemn expressions, watching the anomalies occurring in the sky with rapt attention, quietly waiting for its continuation and development.

The number of gathered Heroic Spirits exceeded fifty, far fewer than the number of stone tablets on this island, but the magical aura emanating from them caused many foreign envoys present to be moved.

The individual strength represented by the overall magical aura of these fifty-plus Heroic Spirits was definitely above the Legendary level, and the lizardman Heroic Spirit with the strongest magic power had demigod strength. Such a powerful team of experts had been hidden so tightly by the two clans, without anyone noticing. Now, their sudden appearance was bound to shock people.

However, soon, Allen and the others had a guess in their hearts. This group of Heroic Spirits must have some fatal weakness, unable to serve as daily combat power to support the two clans. Otherwise, with the ambitions of the lizardman leaders, it would be impossible to leave such a powerful force unused, and be willing to shrink back into the not-so-rich wilderness forest.

“I didn't expect that you two clans are so patient, secretly possessing such a powerful legendary team!”

Allen lowered his voice, seemingly casually chatting with Shifenqi beside him.

“Clan Chief Allen, you don't know, these Heroic Spirits are all ancestors of our lizardman clan. Since their souls received our Lord's blessing and ascended to become Heroic Spirits, they have wholeheartedly served our Lord, not asking about worldly affairs. Even we descendants simply regard them as followers of our Lord.”

“Wanting them to leave the holy land to help us is impossible unless it is a major event concerning the life and death of our clan.”

Shifenqi gave a wry smile, raised his head, and helplessly said, looking up at the Heroic Spirits above, who seemed somewhat displeased by their conversation.

Allen smiled understandingly after hearing the other party's explanation, but deep down, he became even more certain that these Heroic Spirits had some unknown constraints.

More than fifty Heroic Spirits formed a circle around the newly erected stone tablet, their faces solemn, their hands stretched forward, pointing directly at the stone tablet. Their upper and lower lips began to move, and then a lizardman-exclusive language, as if coming from an unknown world, floated in the sky.

As the mysterious language formed a melody with ups and downs, the golden light in the sky and the attracted magic power poured into the newly erected stone tablet, and visibly changed the properties of the marble stone tablet. The brand-new stone tablet gradually became ancient, and some complex patterns faintly appeared on the surface of the stone tablet.

After a while, another illusory face of a lizardman struggled to emerge from the stone tablet, just like a newborn baby fighting for survival. However, this newly appearing face fell into the eyes of Allen and the others. Although it was not very clear, under the sharp gaze of Allen and the others, they quickly identified the owner of this familiar face as Chief Fendi, who had just been buried.

“Hahaha, thank you all for attending my funeral, I am deeply honored!!!”

Seeming to have taken great effort to break free from the stone tablet, the newly promoted Heroic Spirit Fendi, his illusory face and body becoming solid with the continuous integration of golden energy, the former lizardman chief, with a slightly weak expression, suddenly opened his mouth and laughed wildly when he was suspended in the air, expressing his gratitude to Allen and the others who participated in the funeral.

This scene was somewhat strange. Just a moment ago, everyone had witnessed Fendi's cold corpse being buried, and now he suddenly appeared vividly in front of everyone. If one ignored the state of his body at this time, looking only at his expression and personality, no one would think that he was already dead.

“Oh, I didn't expect that even Lord Allen would personally attend my funeral. It feels like my face after death is even bigger than when I was alive!!”

Fendi's Heroic Spirit was somewhat different from the surrounding Heroic Spirits. Perhaps this had something to do with his recent death. At least, the state he presented at this time was more humane than the group of Heroic Spirits surrounding him in the sky, more like a sentient being, rather than a rigid, expressionless puppet.

He even had the mood to make a small joke at this time, and was not depressed or sad because of his death.

“...Chief Fendi, what you said makes it sound like I am usually very cold to you.”

Facing this neither-human-nor-ghost Fendi image, Allen also smiled helplessly, not arguing with him too much.

“You are always busy, counting the years since the establishment of our Thorns and Briars Alliance, how many times have you come to the cities of our two clans??”

Fendi still refused to let go, seizing on this point to argue with Allen.

“However, since you have come to our holy land this time, why don't you stay here for a while longer!!!”

“Or, why not just stay and accompany us!!!”