Green Monster Epic

Sherman, the Saint-level assassin scornfully called 'Rat,' wielded the demigod artifact 'Scorpion Tail' in his right hand. Its inherent property, 'Magic Breaker,' effortlessly shattered the several layers of magical and divine barriers erected before the half-elf. The blade nearly pierced the half-elf female's exquisite face.

As the shield shattered, Sherman's left hand, gripping a matching short sword in a reverse grip, lunged forward, aggressively attempting to seize control of the half-elf.

Seeing his left hand drawing ever closer to the half-elf's body, Sherman knew that any physical contact with his target would allow him to use the Thief class's Shadow Leap to completely escape this perilous battlefield.

Then, the sky's the limit! How difficult would it be for the other Saints to intercept him, a master of speed and agility!

Whoosh!

Just as his large hand firmly grasped the half-elf's delicate shoulder, the delight in Sherman's eyes, barely kindled, was abruptly extinguished as several intersecting gray-white rays struck the half-elf.

Dimensional Anchor!

Force Field Cage!

Various restrictive spells, from scrolls, magical items, and even the casters themselves, arrived late but acted first, almost simultaneously engulfing the space around them as Sherman grabbed the half-elf.

Especially the several Dimensional Anchor magical effects that struck the half-elf, completely disrupting the Saint-level assassin's plan. Now, he was in an even more precarious situation: the overwhelming attacks of the three surrounding Saints were imminent. He could certainly escape, but the half-elf target, also within the attack range, was unable to leave this dangerous place due to the spatial restrictions.

Clearly, the Saints, harboring the mentality that if they couldn't have her, no one else could either, showed no mercy or consideration for the half-elf when they attacked.

In this critical moment, Sherman had no time to overthink. Relying on his instincts and reflexes, he brandished the pair of short swords with magic-breaking properties, unleashing over a dozen strikes in an instant, tearing apart and destroying the surrounding spells like the Force Field Cage.

Simultaneously, Sherman released and then pushed the half-elf female's chest with his left hand. Although he had controlled his strength, the force of a Saint-level powerhouse was far beyond what a mere high-level combatant half-elf could withstand. The half-elf coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly containing fragments of internal organs, losing half her life on the spot.

However, with the force of this punch, the half-elf suddenly accelerated away, barely avoiding the core area of the Saints' attacks.

"...ICE"

Sherman activated his shadow energy, immediately preparing to escape using the Shadow Leap ability. Before leaving, he didn't forget to utter a syllable, and a flash of light emanated from an exquisite, mysterious silver-white bracelet on his unretracted left wrist. A large amount of frost began to adhere to the fleeing half-elf, and in the blink of an eye, a massive, sturdy ice shield froze and protected her.

Boom!

Rumble!

Several Saint-level attacks converged and erupted on this already devastated land, with countless black snakes spreading. When the smoke cleared, a significant portion of the land had vanished, revealing a large, irregular pit—the consequence of being devoured by the endless starry sky.

The Saints ignored Sherman, who had escaped through Shadow Leap. Their attention followed the glistening ice shield as it drifted into the distance.

The group, who had just joined forces to deal with a powerful enemy, continued to chase the ice shield while simultaneously engaging in a chaotic battle once more.

Allen parried with his sword, his tiger's mouth throbbing with pain, but he managed to block the ogre powerhouse's powerful chop. However, his figure paused for a moment, falling behind the other two by a dozen meters.

However, he couldn't bother retaliating against the ogre, as his gaze was fixed on Monk Fengke Luke, who was already approaching the ice shield, his tiger fists poised to shatter the solid ice.

Instant Kill!

The giant sword thrust forward, and a massive amount of rage surged out from the tip of the sword, forming a pincer attack with the ogre who had just hindered him, stabbing towards Fengke Luke's vital point from behind.

"Ha!"

Fengke Luke slammed his right palm onto the mountain-like ice shield, the gentle, skillful force washing over the inside and outside of the ice, causing countless fragments and cracks to extend and fall from its surface, quickly rescuing the unconscious half-elf.

At the same time, the monk's gray-white fighting spirit erupted and converged, forming an elliptical shield outside his body. Clearly, he intended to withstand the attacks of Allen and the ogre while seizing the opportunity to take control of the half-elf.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A silver-white beam of light suddenly shot out from the side, accurately piercing through the bodies of both the monk and the half-elf, but without causing them any harm.

Homopolar Magnetic Field!

Another Saint-level mage, arriving late, finally intervened at a crucial moment. A spell immediately changed the battle situation, disrupting Fengke Luke's calculations.

Fengke Luke's large hand was about to grab the half-elf's body, but influenced by the enormous repulsive force emanating from both of them, the half-elf's body suddenly accelerated away.

Boom!

Boom!

The two Saints' attacks slammed into the monk's gray-white shield one after another, stirring up ripples of energy, causing the monk's face within the shield to turn pale, and a mouthful of golden blood to spurt out.

"Pfft!"

Fengke Luke, spitting blood, drifted uncontrollably to the other side. At this moment, he became the person furthest from the half-elf and the first injured Saint.

However, for this seasoned powerhouse, enduring injuries was within his expectations. Although he didn't achieve his goal of controlling the half-elf, this bit of damage didn't affect his combat power.

Taking a deep breath, vast natural energy drifted in from all around, merging into his energy-formed body. In an instant, he recovered as before and continued to step into the void, chasing after her.

At this time, the bugbear in front was still entangled in a fierce battle with the ogre, giving the monk a chance to catch up.

Heaven Split!

Allen closely followed behind the ogre. Now, he had the opportunity to avenge the axe attack from earlier, and he unhesitatingly raised his war sword, chopping down towards the back of the mountain-like body.

"Well done!"

The ogre hadn't turned around, but its heavy, exaggerated battle axe had already swept horizontally with a roar.

The newly arrived Saint-level human mage used a high-level teleportation spell, appearing ahead of the half-elf, who was moving in an arc in the air. His body was covered with countless defensive spells, and a magic staff was charged with a long-brewing spell, ready to be unleashed at any moment, looking confident and composed.

Just at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed behind him in a blind spot. In an instant, two daggers unleashed dozens of strikes. The demigod artifact 'Scorpion Tail,' with its magic-breaking properties, destructively shattered the dense array of protective magic on the mage's body, seemingly about to directly stab the mage's true form.

"...dka"

Under duress, the mage had no choice but to abandon his previous plan. The ball of light on the magic staff, flashing with countless electric snakes, suddenly exploded, and a sea of lightning spread out directly. He, the assassin, and the half-elf, who was affected by the sea of lightning, disappeared from their original location and reappeared within a range of over a thousand meters centered on the sea of lightning.