Green Monster Epic

After wasting nearly two more magic hours, the ten-thousand-strong legion was finally fully teleported from the distant Green Lake City via the flesh altar.

“Reporting to the Chieftain!!”

“The Death Scythe Legion, led by Terrence Greengrass, with 10,540 warriors, has arrived to join! Please instruct on the next course of action!!”

Before the battle even began, the Greengrass tribe had already spent resources equivalent to a legendary piece of equipment to teleport this legion. In the inevitable war to come, given the disparity in numbers, it was impossible for this elite force of the Greengrass tribe to emerge unscathed. No one could predict the exact number of casualties.

These warriors were all elites cultivated by the Greengrass clan over many years. Counting the complete sets of magical armor and weapons they wore, as well as the training expenses and their salaries, the resources spent on a single legion could probably forge two or three legendary pieces of equipment, or even more!!

If it were any power in the wilderness, even the various divine temples and churches, such an elite legion would definitely be the apple of their eye, and they would never deploy them for a mission unless absolutely necessary. But now, for the sake of a mere unknown Desert Serpent tribe, Allen had dispatched them to prepare for actual combat. Several pillars, having clearly seen the scale and quality of the arriving legion warriors, couldn't help but admire Allen's courage, even as they were shocked.

“Thirteen miles north of your current location, the Serpent race's sacred ground—the Sleeping Serpent Valley—is your destination for this long journey. My request is: completely eradicate the Sleeping Serpent Valley. Except for serpent prisoners who surrender, there must be no serpent resistance strongholds exceeding a hundred people in the valley!!”

“The three pillars and I, along with several legendary commanders from the clan, will strike first to help you tear open the mystic lock protecting the valley and deal with the serpent powerhouses within the valley. Is dealing with the remaining hundreds of thousands of serpents a problem for you??”

Allen looked indifferently at the bear goblin legion commander, whom he had only met twice, and slowly told him the content of their mission.

Clang!!

“I swear in the name of the Food God that I will baptize my legion's glory with the blood of the serpents, and I will not fail the Chieftain's command!!”

Terrence slammed his fist into his chest and roared with fervent emotion.

“I believe in you all!!”

Seeing this, Allen's expression softened slightly. Then, his gaze passed over the bear goblin in front of him, swept over the goblin warriors behind him, filled with iron and blood and a murderous aura, and the five words he uttered clearly imprinted in the minds of the ten thousand soldiers.

“Roar!!!!!!!”

Even with the mystic lock barrier in this valley, it almost failed to block the dragon roar formed by the will of these goblin warriors. The resonating frequency caused countless fine golden sands on the sand dunes surrounding the basin to slowly slide down the ridges on both sides, eventually turning into golden waterfalls rushing towards the lowlands.

“Everyone, thank you for your hard work!!”

“I'll go open the way first; the rest of you, follow closely!!”

Without needing further instructions, Allen reached behind him, tore off the concealing cloak, and his black dragon-scale armor and golden greatsword reappeared in everyone's sight.

At the same time, Allen bent slightly at the waist and then straightened up, and the whole person shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Tear!!!!!

The temporary mystic lock barrier, only there to seal the aura of magic, which was a dozen meters above his head, was pierced straight through by the greatsword in Allen's hand before it could be removed. The permeating magical aura immediately rippled in all directions, and it was estimated that it wouldn't be long before the serpent tribes in the distance would sense the abnormal magical vibrations here.

Whoosh! Whoosh!!

The three pillars and other powerhouses, such as the dragon Figglas, were only two or three breaths slower, rising from the ground and chasing after Allen's gradually shrinking figure.

Clang! Clang!! Clang…

The goblin warriors in heavy armor were equally quick. Terrence, as the legion commander, took the lead with practical action, carrying a greatsword on his back. The soft sand couldn't disrupt his firm steps at all.

The other goblin warriors closely followed behind. The actual combat drills honed over a dozen years had turned into muscle memory. The entire legion began to trot forward in unison, as if they were one entity.

The spellcaster team at the rear, while running, did not forget to chant lengthy incantations. Various enhancement magic glories were cast one after another on the legion soldiers in front, making their steps lighter and more agile, and also making their strength more powerful.

The knight class professionals interspersed among the berserker warriors silently activated their auras, uniting the entire legion into one entity. At the same time, they used their aura abilities to assist the various detachment leaders in directing and controlling their soldiers.

Four or five minutes later, the legion accelerated to its peak. The distance of a dozen miles had already been covered by half. The long canyon in the distance had already come into the warriors' view. In another two or three minutes, they would reach the edge of the canyon.

At this time, the original square legion formation had also become a '人' shape. The spearhead was composed of Legion Commander Terrence and a thousand-strong team of high-level berserkers. The greatswords on their backs had already been drawn, and their powerful right hands dragged them across the sand, carving out furrows like plowed fields, which were soon covered by the footsteps of the following warriors.

…

When Allen took the initiative to cut through the temporary mystic lock barrier with a single sword, the powerhouses of the serpent race in the distant canyon sensed the unusual magical fluctuation a dozen breaths later. In particular, Allen's undisguised aura of a powerhouse erupting in a sudden attack shocked the powerhouses in the canyon and made them feel uneasy. They began to raise the alarm in a panic and organized the serpent tribes in the canyon to respond.

“Highest alert!! Notify the Bone Tower to activate the mystic lock protection to the strongest level!!”

The Serpent race's demigod high priestess, Yarrow, had a somber expression and her heart was beating wildly. The aura of nine or more legendary powerhouses that suddenly appeared in her perception and headed straight for her canyon obviously meant that the newcomers were ill-intentioned. However, she did not dare to reveal her inner emotions in the slightest. She forced herself to calm down and issued orders to the serpent subordinates around her.

“Send people to organize the clansmen in the valley and prepare for battle!!”

“Notify the females and children to go to the sanctuary in the valley and divide a portion of the mages to prepare to construct a protective net in the sanctuary.”

“Yes!!”

The serpents around her dispersed, but the panic in Yarrow's heart did not stop. The feedback from the holy land and her own intuition were warning her that today, the serpent branch in her canyon might face a catastrophic disaster.

She raised her head to look at the sky. The aura of the magic shield above her head gradually strengthened and became more solid, which slightly relieved Yarrow's heart. However, the sun she saw in her eyes seemed to be getting more and more brilliant and bright, as if it wanted to dispel the darkness of the entire canyon.

“What a brilliant light…”

A serpent in the valley also raised his head and looked at the sky, muttering to himself.

Clang~~~~~~

“Break!!!!!”

Boom!!!!!!!

As if a god were unleashing a furious roar, the resonating sound waves pierced the maze barrier and struck the ears of the many snake-people within the canyon. In that instant, the heavens above delivered a heavy blow that seemed to strike at the very souls of the crowd. The air and souls sealed within the maze erupted simultaneously, causing countless weaker snake-people to faint on the spot. Some even coughed up blood and teetered on the brink of death, while the slightly stronger warriors swayed unsteadily, clearly suffering.

Yarol, however, was not greatly affected, but her face was exceptionally pale, and her gaze towards the sky was filled with disbelief and terror.

Under the gaze of the powerful demigod snake-person, the formidable maze barrier upon which the many snake-people in the canyon pinned their hopes for survival was deeply indented by a beam of golden light. Finally, it was abruptly pierced through at its deepest point, and a huge gap was torn open in the originally seamless and resilient dome.

Before the maze could even begin to repair itself, a raging inferno followed closely behind the golden light, fiercely engulfing the breach in the maze. It adhered strangely to the once-invisible barrier at the point of rupture, the eerie blue flames crackling and devouring the magic power constantly surging from within the maze.

Boom! Boom boom boom!!!!

More fireballs, massive in size and astonishing in power, slammed ferociously against the weakening maze barrier, sending ripples of invisible, surging waves across its surface, until finally, the barrier shattered abruptly.

"Damn it!!!!"

With the maze barrier completely失效 (shixiao - lose efficacy), and various powerful spells and close-range attacks coming her way, Yarol finally realized that the strength of the attackers who had suddenly assaulted her people far exceeded her own. The snake-person priestess, her terror gradually turning into despair, tightly gripped the scepter in her hands and slammed it heavily into the ground.

The magic power surging from the scepter instantly connected with the white bone obelisk through the earth. The energy accumulated in the sacred ground for many years began to surge and churn, responding to the authority of the one who controlled this land in place of the gods.

"Hiss hiss~~ Hiss~~~"

The piercing hissing sound transformed into an invisible energy that swept through the canyon, causing a series of earth tremors. Then, thick vines rose from the ground, brandishing wildly and attacking the several enemies in the sky who were continuing their assault.

At the same time, streams of water spurted from the ground, solidifying into ice as they flew into the air, transforming into a rain of icy cone arrows that shot towards the distant, powerful enemies.

Rolling, scorching steam gradually dissipated, quickly enveloping the canyon. The snake-people flicked their slender, forked tongues, sensing objects of different temperatures around them, moving unhindered through the familiar environment, either leading their children to shelters or donning simple equipment to head to gathering points, preparing to fight the formidable enemies.

More than a dozen snake-person powerhouses pierced through the clouds and soared into the sky, attempting to intercept the invading enemies.

"Impure foreign heretics, daring to offend the slumbering enemies of the snake-people ancestors, you deserve to die!!"

Even though the mere aura of the enemies before them had already chilled the hearts of the dozen or so legendary snake-person powerhouses, their unwavering and devout faith allowed them to roar fearlessly.

Accompanied by their angry roars, the dozen or so legendary powerhouses coordinated tacitly, gathering all their attacks upon the figure at the very front, the one radiating golden flames. Their instincts told them that this powerful enemy before them was their greatest threat.

"Hmph!!"

Alan, the gnoll berserker who was the target of the focused fire, stood unmoving. As he roared, his handsome physique suddenly swelled by a size, and infinite divine power, driven by his powerful will, poured into the heavy sword, the Bone Cleaver, he held in his hand. Even the raging divine flames enveloping his body were swallowed up, revealing his magnificent form once more.

"Ha!!!!!!"

The onslaught of the legendary powerhouses was swift. In the blink of an eye, they had already closed to within four or five meters of Alan. More than a dozen different weapons, coming from several directions, smashed towards Alan's vitals.

At this moment, Alan rotated the heavy sword from right to left with both hands, and after swinging it behind him with the twisting of his burly waist, he finally swept it across his front in a sweeping-the-army posture.

"Die!!!!"

Cleave the Heavens!!!!

The weapons of the legendary powerhouses were about to strike their target, but the mere two or three meters of distance now seemed like an insurmountable chasm. Under the gnoll berserker's sweeping attack, the empty space before them solidified into a wall of air even stronger than steel. Every step forward required the snake-people to expend immense effort, until, when they were exhausted, Alan's heavy sword swept across the space before them.

Whoosh~~~~

It seemed as if a gentle breeze brushed across the cheeks of the snake-person powerhouses, but it also seemed like just an illusion. After the heavy sword compressed all the air in front of Alan to the extreme, it completely released it, and an unparalleled shockwave instantly sent the dozen or so fierce snake-person powerhouses flying.

Where the blade passed, a thin black line shot through the space in front of Alan, instantly hurtling towards the depths of the canyon, until a loud, rumbling sound suddenly came from behind, and the ground fluctuated and rolled up and down, like a vast ocean in a hurricane.

The dense white mist was completely blown away by the massive shockwave, revealing the original appearance of the canyon, but it was now drastically different from what it had been just a dozen breaths ago.

The eternally existing canyon cliff wall was severed in the middle by a flat, extending, huge crack, slowly collapsing downwards from above. The golden sand and dust above the cliff top turned into a golden waterfall, pouring into the canyon. Countless snake-people hiding in the canyon let out inexplicable, mournful, and fearful hisses, which reached the ears of the stunned powerhouses in the field.

The black line gradually expanded, and soon a spatial rift, stretching for more than ten miles, exceeding five hundred meters in width, and still rapidly expanding, appeared above the canyon, greedily devouring everything in the material world.

Various broken buildings, shattered rocks, and those helpless and weak snake-people in the canyon were all sent flying into the sky by the all-encompassing, huge suction force, until they plunged into the eternally dark, boundless starry sky.

"You demon!!!!"

The snake-person high priestess Yarol, covered in flying sand and dust, raised the scepter in her hand with a ferocious and venomous expression, frantically unleashing one water and ice-based spell after another, completely disregarding her magic power.

The dozen or so snake-person powerhouses who had been sent flying by Alan's slash earlier had nearly half of their bodies severed into two pieces, directly killed by the black line unleashed by Alan's sword, without them even realizing it.

The remaining survivors couldn't help but vomit blood, mixed with various fragments of internal organs, their faces filled with fear and despair, clearly robbed of their courage by that slash.

The three Pillars, Figglas the dragon, and Eric, were all shocked by Alan's sudden outburst, and the flying stones and debris from the collapsing cliff wall not far away almost buried the entire canyon. It was unknown how many snake-person souls would ultimately die within it.

Some book friends help me recall, the protagonist's sword skills should not have created new moves after弑圣 (shì shèng - slaying the saint), right?