Green Monster Epic

Unable to detect Albad's aura, Allen didn't dwell on it. He slightly swung the arm he had conjured, and the image on the sand table moved according to his will. In an instant, a majestic and magnificent city appeared, which was Green Lake City, rebuilt to resemble the human capital.

The city, built with magical knowledge, was permeated with the aura of magic. However, because the city's control core, the Royal Seal, and the magic array were all imbued and activated by Allen's divine power, the city's defenses, which should have been shrouded in mist, were ineffective against Allen's domain.

The details of the entire city were completely displayed in Allen's mind. The unfamiliar and bustling streets were all visible on the sand table, and the smiles on the faces of the proportionally reduced figures, as well as the trajectories of their movements, were also clearly visible.

If one observed carefully, they could also see that the endless stream of figures moving back and forth in the streets were not all the same. The color of most of the figures was consistent with the city's outline, presenting a dim gray; while in the gray background, many figures were evolving towards white in color, gray-white - rice-white - whetstone-white - milky white - light gold...

The figures with different colors on the gray background were all followers of the God of Gluttony. According to their piety towards the faith, they displayed the corresponding color in Allen's domain.

Allen roughly scanned and estimated a rough number. Among the nearly one million residents of Green Lake City, nearly 1/5 of them had become believers of the God of Gluttony. And this did not even include the more densely populated Namur Fortress, the various satellite villages scattered across the Green Field Plains, and the preaching gains from the various tribes in the Northern Territory.

No wonder in recent years, the magic runes on the surface of the seed of faith reflected in his spiritual world had become more and more complex, and the remaining vacancies had become less and less, giving Allen a vague feeling of near completion when he observed and studied it.

In just over 70 years, a small, hidden church that previously had only two or three thousand members could have such a huge change, the credit for which naturally went to Albad first and foremost.

Thinking of this, Albad's importance in Allen's heart increased by another two points.

Of course, in addition to this most important change, the overall appearance of Green Lake City had also changed greatly. The huge city magic array that he had constructed with the Divine Royal Seal as its core when he went south was only in its initial form, barely activated by Allen's divine power. Now, through careful observation of the sand table, he could confirm that the magic array, which was integrated with the city's defenses and deeply hidden within the huge city, was basically completed. This meant that even if Green Lake City faced a full-strength attack from a Saint in the future, it could still hold out for a considerable amount of time.

After satisfactorily observing every corner of the city, Allen waved his hand again, and the image on the sand table switched to Fort Fayette, Rapid Bay, Shepherd's Hill...

"...This is the entire situation of Fort Namur."

"Chieftain, do you see any aspects that require us to report in more detail?"

The lengthy report from the fortress officials ended, and the deep and powerful voice of City Lord Roger rang in Allen's ears, drawing his attention back.

"Yes, not bad, you have done well."

Allen nodded slightly with his stern bear face, expressing his approval of the work of these officials. Although there was no tone or expression of praise, it had already made the hearts of several fortress officials in front of the table relieved, and their eyes revealed a dazzling light.

Being recognized by the most respected chieftain in their hearts was the greatest wish of these talented individuals in the tribe. Now that their wish had come true, how could they suppress the joy in their hearts!

What they probably didn't expect was that while they were nervously reporting on the account books in their hands, the chieftain sitting in front of them had already examined the entire situation of the fortress in detail, verifying it with the actual situation they were presenting.

Although the actual situation was somewhat different from the data reported by the other party, it was all within Allen's acceptance range. After all, when reporting work to superiors, subordinates would more or less optimize the data to make it look better.

"Thank you for your hard work, go back to work!"

The officials present had passed Allen's test. He had no interest in interfering with the affairs of the fortress any further, so he waved his hand and sent them all away, leaving only the fortress lord, Roger, a bear goblin.

Only after the others had dispersed did Allen turn his gaze back, staring majestically at the city lord in front of him, who was as silent as a cicada in winter.

"Now that there are no other ears present, you can report to me what you didn't say just now!"

Under the invisible pressure, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Roger's furry face. Finally, he braced himself and replied, "Chieftain, why don't you come with me?"

Allen frowned slightly, dissatisfied that the unfamiliar new city lord did not directly answer his question. However, seeing the pleading and persistence in his eyes, he didn't pursue the matter further.

"Lead the way!"

The Mage Spire of Fort Namur was some distance from the castle where Allen was. Over the years, the prosperous and powerful Green Field Tribe, after being repaired by Green Lake City, had accumulated a lot of valuable experience in the construction of magical buildings. Therefore, taking advantage of the transformation needs brought about by the population growth of the fortress city's defenses, they took the opportunity to carry out a series of renovations.

As the magical center of the fortress, the Mage Tower was naturally chosen to be located at the junction of the inner and outer city in order to form a powerful force during wartime.

Although the journey was not short, Roger, who was leading Allen, was himself an excellent high-level peak Druid. After transforming into a bald eagle, his short-range flight speed was not much slower than that of a Legendary professional.

As soon as the two approached the Mage Tower, the magic shield surrounding the tower dissipated. As the two slowly landed, a short goblin in a white mage robe, along with four or five subordinates, came out to greet them.

Around the Mage Tower, more than twenty elite warriors in standard armor stood motionless with weapons in hand, continuing to guard their respective defense posts. Only a bear goblin with a heavy two-handed warhammer on his back stood in front of the only entrance and exit of the Mage Tower, together with the short goblin mage who had just come out, saluting Allen and Roger, who had come to inspect.

"Chieftain!"

"City Lord!!"

"Chieftain, this is Jenson Croft, the high-level mage in charge of the Mage Tower's operations, and also Elder Albad's only student..."

Roger pointed to the short goblin, introducing the other party's identity to Allen. However, Allen's attention was attracted by the burly bear goblin warrior, who was more than twice as tall as the short goblin, because although the other party tried his best to suppress his aura, Allen keenly sensed that the warrior guarding the Mage Tower was actually a genuine Legendary professional.

Seeing Allen's gaze on the bear goblin, Roger quickly continued to introduce him: "This is Commander Sean Green Field, who has been promoted to Legendary for twenty-five years."

"Hmm."

Allen withdrew his gaze, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"What's the situation inside?"

Seeing that Allen didn't seem to want to speak, Roger immediately asked Jenson, who had come to greet them.

"It remains the same as before. I have arranged for a dedicated ice-type mage to guard it."

Jenson replied with his head lowered and in a low voice.

"Take us to see it."

Roger nodded and then ordered, "The others will stay outside!"

"Understood!!"

Under Jenson's guidance, Allen and Roger passed through the Mage Tower's hall, constantly climbing up the winding staircase until they reached a guarded door on the upper level of the spire. Roger skillfully signaled the guards in front of the door to leave, and then he pushed open the magic door covered with various magic patterns for Allen.

As the door opened, a thin mist rushed towards them. Roger and Jenson, who were slightly weaker, couldn't help but tremble slightly, but Allen ignored the chill and the rippling white mist. His sharp eyes had already penetrated the wooden door and saw the scene inside.

"What exactly is going on!!!"

Recently, intermittently, my thoughts and writing have declined a lot. I'm slowly trying to find my feeling and try to maintain updates.