Green Monster Epic

Fireballs whistled from the sky, echoing the lava projectiles conjured by the dragon's draconic magic on the ground, raining down on the space occupied by the assembled powerhouses in the sky.

The owner of the voice that suddenly cut in, along with three others with relatively weaker auras, followed closely behind the fireballs, plunging into the battlefield.

With the appearance of these four figures on the battlefield, the entire situation underwent a subtle shift. The temporarily allied church forces wavered in their resolve to attack. While some still resolutely launched fierce attacks against Allen, the hobgoblin, giving him no chance to breathe, others slowed their attacks, appearing hesitant.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Fireballs exploded around the assembled powerhouses, each with the power of at least a full-force strike from a legendary powerhouse. Even more fireballs were brewing in the staff wielded by the newcomer caster, rapidly shooting towards them.

The caster was like a turret with an unlimited supply of ammunition, until the powerhouses around Allen were forced back and his side's four members arrived beside Allen, only then did the newcomer's barrage cease.

"Heh heh, I never thought I'd see Allen in such a disheveled state!"

Of the four newcomers, one looked at Allen, covered in injuries, with a teasing tone and expression, full of interest. It was none other than Briken, the gnoll demigod from the Mansha Alliance who had the best relationship with Allen.

As for the other three, they were naturally the other pillars of the alliance at the demigod level or above.

Allen gave a wry smile, then faced the four newly arrived reinforcements with a serious expression of gratitude: "Thank you, everyone, for being willing to lend a hand!"

"We're not helping out of pure altruism, you know."

Marvin, the gnome assassin who stood furthest from Allen, wore a displeased expression, his eyes constantly darting towards the barely breathing, seemingly lifeless, half-elf behind Allen, while his mouth didn't forget to make a few sarcastic remarks.

"Hmph!"

Davenxi, the kobold saint and dragon vein sorcerer who had personally stepped in to relieve Allen's predicament, simply snorted coldly, silencing Marvin before he could finish his sentence.

Davenxi didn't want the church powerhouses, who were gradually restraining themselves, to see the reality of discord among the pillars of the Mansha Alliance, even though it was a well-known fact.

"Heh heh!"

After a brief silence, a priest wearing a tan-yellow divine robe walked out from the demigod-level and below ranks in the distance, greeting Davenxi with a beaming smile: "It's been many years since I've seen you take action, Davenxi. Today I see that your reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

This was an old friend familiar with Davenxi, Brown, the Director of Evangelism, the number three figure of the Natural Church with real power. Usually, he was the one who would try to win over Davenxi and his affiliated faction, so it was most appropriate for him to speak at this time.

"I know my own capabilities. I can't compare to you powerhouses of the church, but I can't stand by and watch you bully a pillar of my Mansha Alliance like this!"

Despite Davenxi's acceptance of the Natural Church's overtures over the years, switching from the Oakwood faction to the Natural faction, and growing closer to the Natural Church, it was only a compromise strategy that Davenxi had devised for the long-term development of his tribe as he grew older.

In his heart, Davenxi had always looked down on and resented the temple churches that parasitized the Mansha Wilderness society, yet always put on an aloof and superior attitude.

In his early years, when he had just advanced to the Saint level, Davenxi had also been ambitious and wanted to make some changes to the wilderness. However, repeated setbacks in reality, as well as the various covert attacks by the temple forces, had worn down his passion and fighting spirit.

Now, witnessing the rise of a hobgoblin who was equally young and full of fighting spirit, breaking the inherent and stale situation that had existed in the wilderness for thousands of years, and even forcing the temple church to make great concessions to him, perhaps this hobgoblin could really do what he had wanted to do in his early years but had failed to do.

This could be considered a kind of expectation from Davenxi, who was also a Saint and had once had the same pursuits, towards Allen, this hobgoblin. Now that the other party was suffering setbacks, helping him out would not only make the other party feel indebted but also make up for the regret of not having had any helpers in his early years!

Of course, at a deeper level, their pillars helping Allen were actually out of consideration for their own interests.

The control core of this maze relic that had already appeared, if it fell into the hands of any church of the temple, they would inevitably take it for themselves, not allowing anyone or any force to explore or train in it again, diluting the benefits of this demiplane.

Only if it fell into the hands of Allen, this wilderness hobgoblin, would their wilderness tribes have the opportunity to continue to benefit from the demiplane as they do now.

Then, in this case, it would be a matter of course for them to help Allen.

"When a treasure appears, of course, its ownership should be determined by each person's ability. Now that this hobgoblin can't protect the core component, it naturally shows that he's not qualified to possess this treasure!"

Monk Fengke Luke crossed his arms in front of his chest, scanning the group of guys in front of him with an arrogant expression, a hint of disapproval hidden deep in his eyes.

The demiplane was not something that other churches necessarily had to have in their hands, but for the increasingly declining Oakwood Church, it was a good medicine that could delay the church's decline. Therefore, he should be the Saint-level powerhouse among the various churches present who most urgently wanted to seize this treasure.

"Then you're welcome to try!"

Allen also flared up, staring directly at the other party with equal sharpness.

"Roar!"

The giant dragon on the ground, located in a lava world, also refused to be outdone, arrogantly roaring to show its existence.

"Uh..."

Compared to the persistence of the Saint-level monk Fengke Luke, the other church leaders and Saint-level powerhouses had different considerations.

The strength of the wilderness powerhouses standing in front of them, whether in terms of quality or quantity, was far inferior to the temporarily allied forces of the temple churches. If everyone really continued to fight, the power of the temple churches would basically still have the upper hand.

However, these wilderness powerhouses were not just individual entities. What they represented was the power of more than 70% of the tribes in the Mansha Wilderness.

As church forces rooted in the wilderness, coexisting with hundreds of millions of indigenous people in the wilderness for mutual benefit, it was naturally impossible to make a decision to turn against five wilderness pillars at the same time.

No matter how great the benefits of the demiplane were, it was still greater than the value of a vast and populous wilderness. The powerhouses of each church knew very well which was more important.

"Why don't we wake up this female half-elf first and let her decide the ownership of all the items on her body?"

To prevent the situation from becoming too stiff, Priest Brown proposed a rather absurd plan, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by the mocking eyes of the wilderness powerhouses.

"Okay!"

On the contrary, Allen, who controlled the half-elf, unexpectedly gave an affirmative answer.

He simply freed his right hand and placed it in front of him, gently pulling on the whip head of the leather whip tied in front of him, and the smooth long whip slid down from his body.

At the same time, the delicate body of the half-elf female, who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, also slid down.

Before the female half-elf's body could continue to free fall, Allen rolled the long whip in his right hand again, skillfully rolling it to his front.

In front of everyone, Allen gently tapped the half-elf's drooping pretty face with the left hand holding the heavy sword Bone Cleaver upside down.

Bang!

A bloody flower bloomed in the sky, causing everyone in the field to be stunned.

"According to the rules of the wilderness adventurers, the adventurer who first discovers or controls an unowned item will be the owner of these unowned items!"

"Now, there are no other disputes, right?!"