Green Monster Epic

Struggling to support himself, Allen held on until the auras of the powerful Elves completely disappeared into the distant horizon. Only after the two demigod pillars of his own side and the legendary Green Field powerhouses arrived and gathered together did his momentum falter, and he leaned heavily on his greatsword.

Allen's sudden entry into the Hydra's body was a last resort, and only he knew the dangers involved.

Hydra mobilized endless energy, using water to drown Allen, making it difficult for him to resist and eroding his body. Allen could only rely on similar divine power to counteract this. The divine power Allen consumed every moment was enormous; precious power of faith was converted into divine power and depleted like flowing water, helping Allen survive under the endless erosion and pressure.

Lost in Hydra's body, Allen searched for the opponent's vital points while also estimating the time. It was not difficult to judge the approximate time from Da Vinci's warning to the subsequent arrival of external powerhouses on the battlefield. Allen had to complete his goal before the opponent could interfere and disrupt the battle.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Allen still underestimated the Hydra's will to survive. Even after more than a month of fierce fighting, it could still mobilize energy beyond Allen's expectations to consume and confuse him, preventing him from finding her only heart in a short time.

On the contrary, Allen himself, now inside the opponent's body, not only had to face the tide of energy erosion, but also the possibility of the opponent detonating itself at any time, putting Allen in a desperate situation. The chances of directly killing Allen were not low.

In the end, as the deadline Allen set for himself approached its end, he resolutely made a final gamble: based on his intuition, he poured all his divine power and unleashed his most powerful sword technique to date—Severing the Sky.

While Eric the Soulless's anti-magic domain was powerful, preventing almost any energy from overflowing and forming a powerful area-of-effect attack, it also had its limitations. When a certain energy was condensed to the extreme, almost reaching a solid form, its restrictive effect was greatly reduced.

Allen's move, Severing the Sky, was to condense divine power to be almost indistinguishable from a solid, seemingly a brilliant golden ray of sunlight, but in reality, it was an extremely powerful sword technique that severed anything from the dimensional level.

Even a powerful existence like the Hydra had its body and spirit erased by Allen's slash, completely losing the chance to escape. Although there was a bit of luck involved, as Allen's slash happened to point directly at the Hydra's vital heart, it was enough to show the power of Allen's combat skills.

Moreover, if it weren't for the weakening effect of Eric's domain, the golden slash would have achieved even greater results when it reached the five Elves, and it wouldn't have been impossible to seriously injure the Elven demigods directly.

The price Allen paid was the complete consumption of his century-accumulated power of faith, and his energy-form body fell to a material form, with his strength less than one-tenth of his peak.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Giving instructions to the several Green Field powerhouses in the field, Allen simultaneously sat cross-legged in the desert to begin meditation and recovery, showing his trust in the three Wilderness Pillars.

Of course, the focus of the three Pillars was no longer on Allen, but on the two severed mountains of Hydra corpses. This was a ferocious beast that only existed in myths and legends, a peak Saint-level existence. Even scattered flesh and blood contained enough energy to create a precious potion, not to mention the metal-like bones and scales. With such a huge volume, who knew how many legendary-level equipment could be crafted!

Thinking about the materials they could get their hands on, the three Pillars were now somewhat grateful that they had accepted the Bear Goblin's invitation to participate in the Hydra's killing.

With such a batch of high-quality materials, their families wouldn't have to worry too much about the source of weapons and equipment for the next few hundred years.

Moreover, the Bear Goblin owed everyone a favor. With his now-famous title of Food God and so many Saint-level ingredients, even the legendary talents of their tribes would probably emerge continuously in the next few hundred years.

Several legendary talents from Green Field were also adept at harvesting and processing the Hydra's massive body. The gathering skills they had learned since childhood came into play at this time, skillfully collecting various materials from the Hydra one by one.

Even so, they spent two full days completely processing the massive Hydra corpse. They almost ran out of dimensional equipment to store so many precious materials.

By the time everyone finished cleaning up, Allen had also awakened from his long meditation. The brief adjustment didn't restore much of Allen's weakened body, but at least no one could detect anything unusual from the outside.

Returning to the dilapidated Slumbering Serpent Valley, the warriors of the Green Field Death Scythe Legion had cleaned up the mess and were stationed around a few relatively intact buildings in the valley, waiting for Allen and the others to return.

"Report, Chieftain, the interior of Slumbering Serpent Valley has been cleared!"

The Bear Goblin, Terrence, sensed the aura of Allen and the other powerhouses early on, so he mobilized all the legion's soldiers and lined them up neatly to welcome Allen and the others.

"In this battle, our legion killed more than 130,000 enemies, captured 31,459 Serpentfolk, and seized more than 130 tons of various metal objects and more than 37,000 tons of grain."

"What about the legion's casualties?"

Allen was not surprised by the legion's glorious results; he was more concerned about another matter.

"Report, Chieftain, only 4 of our warriors were killed in action, 105 injured have now recovered their combat power, and another 12 members have suffered injuries, and their combat power has declined."

Terrence stood tall and chest out, thinking that his legion had performed well in this battle.

"… Hmm, I see."

Only when the Bear Goblin Legion Commander keenly sensed a hint of disappointment from Allen's answer did his complacent emotions instantly turn into bubbles, and he became unconsciously restrained.

"Chieftain, do we have any shortcomings? Please give us instructions!"

Allen's dissatisfaction was due to his high demands, not that these warriors were not good enough. It was just that, in Allen's opinion, this elite legion, built with a huge amount of resources from Green Field, should not have any fatalities when dealing with a mere group of rabble Serpentfolk.

However, Allen also understood that any accident on the battlefield could take the life of a warrior: a stray arrow, a falling rock, a shallow pit…

"There are no shortcomings."

Allen replied faintly, then ordered: "Your legion will be stationed here until the headquarters sends someone to replace you."

"Divide your forces to clear the surrounding Serpentfolk tribes. Any tribes that resist, except for females and children, all others holding weapons will be exterminated."

"Yes!"

Terrence took the order and left, and soon this violent armed force began to act.

"What are you going to do occupying such a barren place? Supplies are inconvenient, and there don't seem to be any valuable minerals, wasting your tribe's energy for nothing."

The dragon Figglas still maintained its original form, lazily grooming its broken scales, very disapproving of Allen's arrangements. What it wanted to do most now was to quickly divide the spoils of war and then return to its lair to recuperate. It was afraid that the injuries it suffered this time would not recover in a few decades.

The three Pillars also couldn't help but feel a little confused by Allen's choice, and they all looked at Allen, wanting to hear his explanation.

"I want to build this place into an important fortress for the Wilderness to counter the Elves, perhaps playing an unimaginable role in future wars with the Elves."

Allen said in a deep voice: "Our northernmost stronghold is Thunder Town, which is jointly operated with the Drow, but it is too close to the Elven border and too far from my Northern Territory. No matter how many troops are deployed there, they will only become food for the Elves. The only use is to give us an early warning."

"But this place is different. The Elves cannot send a large army deep into the desert just to wipe out our fortress. As long as I can gather the native Serpentfolk of the desert, and then establish a Serpentfolk army adapted to the desert, then I can send the Serpentfolk legion at any time to intercept their supply lines or break into their border cities when the Elves invade my Wilderness."

"… Are you so sure you can subdue these Serpentfolk?"

Da Vinci was somewhat skeptical: "You must know that you personally destroyed their Serpentfolk's holy land and killed the murderer who served their evil god!"

"Faith and hatred, time is the best medicine. I never believe that intelligent beings would not like a more comfortable life and choose a life like a ascetic monk."

Allen was still very experienced in teaching and taming natives: "As long as I can give these Serpentfolk a better future and treat them equally, I believe they can be used by me."

"We can tell you in advance that the alliance will not give you any help, and you can only rely on the power of your Northern Territory to manage this place."

Bricken and Yalian looked at each other and slowly said.

"Okay."

Allen did not bargain, but at the same time put forward his own conditions: "But I also have requirements."

"Since the alliance cannot provide support for managing the desert, then my Green Field will have the dominance over the Tagan Desert, and will not be restricted by the alliance's articles of association. No other tribes of the alliance can interfere in the affairs of the Tagan Desert without the consent of the Green Field tribe, and they must never support any Serpentfolk tribe to join the alliance."

"These must be written in black and white into the alliance's articles of association."

The three Pillars looked at each other, glanced at the dilapidated valley, and nodded in unison: "Okay!!!"