Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1140: Arrangement

"Let's begin!!!"

In the vast desert, a smooth obsidian pillar, fifteen meters high and three meters in diameter, stood tall on a base made of rare magical materials such as cold iron, mithril, and gold essence. Above it, the hobgoblin Allen stood proudly, his powerful mental energy radiating in all directions, as he softly issued a command. Beside him, the gnome mage Albard took out a beautiful magical jewel, seemingly filled with a universe of stars, held it with both hands, and raised it above his head.

"...SKY^...SDART...￥#%..."

Lengthy incantations spilled from Albard's mouth, leading the thousands of high-level spellcasters who formed the legion's array in a melodious chant. Vigorous magical power gathered from all directions, quickly forming thick clouds in the sky above the desert.

The earth began to tremble, as if some mysterious, invisible, terrifying beast was awakening from hibernation. Countless fine grains of sand flew into the sky, dyeing the originally clear air a pale yellow.

Within a narrow, five-to-six-hundred-mile-long border area of the desert, thousands of obsidian pillars, sharing the same origin as the one before Allen and the others but varying in height and size, simultaneously resonated with magical power, causing the earth's tremors to radiate throughout this vast area.

Northland warriors, clad in uniform armor and stationed around these magical structures, looked stern and dignified, staring intently at the dunes ahead, guarding against any possible destructive risks.

A dozen Northland powerhouses, led by the demigod Co爾, patrolled the vast desert, which stretched over six hundred miles in length and over a hundred miles in width. The aura of these powerhouses shone like beacons in the night, warning potential troublemakers nearby.

Allen slowly ascended, his mind's eye, a sand table formed by his domain, displaying the situation of this desert area, dotted with obsidian structures, in detail before Allen's main consciousness and divine consciousness.

As the earth's tremors intensified, the building bases made of various precious metals slowly sank during the shaking. The obsidian pillars, sharing the same origin and frequency, formed a complete whole under the traction of some mysterious force. Wisps of magical power used the earth as a canvas, outlining a profound magical sigil that no one could detect.

Albard's face turned pale. His vast magical power, almost at the threshold of the demigod realm, continuously poured into the control core in his hands. Seeing that the magical power generated by his body could not replenish the energy required by the core, and the ritual was about to fail, a domain power suddenly enveloped Albard. Immediately, a torrent of magical power, like a river or ocean, flowed rapidly into Albard's body with the support of the domain power, and finally rushed toward the control core.

On the ground, the knights exerted all their strength to deploy their domains, carefully guiding the magical power gathered by the spellcasters chanting the incantations towards the sky.

With the support of this powerful magical power, the control core, resembling a cosmic galaxy, shone brightly. A virtual spiral of stars burst out from the core, quickly spreading towards the surrounding desert.

At the same time, the thousands of obsidian pillars placed around the desert also surged with light. Specks of starlight turned into beams of light that shot into the sky, rising thousands of meters before being twisted and redirected under the influence and control of some force, finally converging towards the central area where Albard was located.

Buzz!!!!

Thousands of rays of light converged above Albard's head, distorting and deforming the space at the intersection of the light beams. The control core, held high above Albard's head, also seemed to be attracted, automatically levitating and flying towards the space where the light beams intersected.

When the control core flew to the area where the light beams converged, the originally controllable tremors on the ground suddenly turned into an earth-shattering upheaval. Countless long desert ridges collapsed, and newly formed ravines were swallowed by the water-like desert waves.

The void sky also seemed to be affected, causing the Northland powerhouses flying in the void to be caught off guard for a moment, swaying in the sky before adapting to the change and standing firmly again.

The obsidian pillars, which had been painstakingly built in the desert, gradually sank into the earth with the earth-shattering upheaval, until they were completely swallowed by the sand and dust, disappearing without a trace.

The warriors guarding the obsidian pillars did their best to maintain their balance. They did not attempt to salvage the guardian object being swallowed by the earth, but coldly watched it disappear step by step from their sight, sinking into the endless yellow sand.

At this moment, a hint of relief appeared on the faces of the tense Northland warriors. The warriors had already received information about the changes to the obsidian pillars before the ceremony began. Its disappearance meant that their mission was successfully completed, and they would no longer need to be stationed in this godforsaken place.

Just as the control core was taken out by Albard and infused with magical power, resonating with the thousands of obsidian pillars on the ground and triggering a magical tide, a huge and unprecedented disaster was also occurring in the Misty Forest tens of thousands of miles away.

The lush green forest was like a piece of paper, easily kneaded and torn by a mysterious and unparalleled force. A flat piece of land suddenly arched up to form a hill hundreds of meters high, and a slightly raised hill suddenly broke in the middle, revealing a deep and terrifying gully that seemed bottomless.

Towering trees that had grown for hundreds of years collapsed with the earth-shattering upheaval. Before long, a dense primeval forest was reduced to nothing, leaving behind a scene of desolation.

Various animals that had multiplied and lived in this paradise for more than ten thousand years experienced such an apocalyptic scene. The instinct for survival began to drive them to flee in panic, seeking safe haven. But before these animals could run far, a crack that suddenly appeared in the ground beneath their feet swallowed them, and they were never seen again.

The only ones who escaped at this time were perhaps the birds and insects with pairs of wings. Although they could explode themselves in the face of the sky, the heavy and dangerous atmosphere permeating the air still made these creatures, with little wisdom, continue to flap their wings and fly high, trying their best to stay away from this dangerous place.

Wilderness adventurers who were collecting materials or adventuring in the outer regions of the Misty Forest were fortunate enough to witness this scene. They had not run far after beginning to evacuate due to the earthquake when they sensed a large number of animals chasing and even surpassing them from behind.

Among them were many powerful beasts and magical beasts. In the past, adventurers who encountered them would often face their dangerous attacks directly. But now, these powerful and aggressive animals ignored the adventurers, having no interest in attacking each other.

By the time the earthquake gradually subsided, only about a magical hour had passed. The animals that had not had time to escape the forest and had luckily survived this disaster stood on this desolate land, their faces covered in dust, their eyes full of confusion and terror.

In a short period, this dangerous forest, covering an area of over ten thousand square miles, underwent a complete transformation. Even animals that had lived here for years and possessed a strong sense of territory could no longer find any familiar terrain or markings.

Deep within the earth, hidden in its embrace, the obsidian pillars that had remained intact from ancient times until now shattered into several sections at the onset of the earthquake. Having lost the cooperative force of the control core to another power vying for control of the demi-plane, the only fate for these obsidian pillars, originally meant to anchor the labyrinth demi-plane and open its passages, was destruction.

And the natural disasters now occurring in this forest, which depended on the labyrinth's control via the obsidian pillars, were merely side effects of the destruction of the labyrinth.

With the destruction of these obsidian pillars, the labyrinth's special effects covering the entire Misty Forest would also dissipate. Soon, this place would once again become a paradise for adventurers to explore, losing its former reputation as one of the five most dangerous areas in the wilderness.

Of course, due to the subtle transformation of this land by the accumulated magic over tens of thousands of years, there would still be some special characteristics in the future, such as causing disorientation and the presence of white mist in the forest. However, for experienced adventurers, the weakened effects of the various geographical environments would not have a significant impact. On the contrary, the potential for various magical products to breed there might turn this place into a paradise for adventurers to explore.

The scene shifts back to the southern border of the Tagan Desert. The tremors from the ground gradually subsided until they ceased, and the newly transformed terrain felt unfamiliar. A subtle magical fluctuation rippled across the land shortly after the obsidian pillars were submerged.

Clouds gathered in the sky due to the magic lingered for a long time, and a drizzle gently fell, moistening the parched earth. Seeing this, the Northern warriors who had completed their guarding mission took out objects of various colors and sizes from the equipment beside them and scattered them on the land. These were grass and tree seeds that the Green Field Tribe's druids had researched and selected long ago.

In the future, this land would spontaneously attract and accumulate magical power from nature due to the existence of the labyrinth, and the arid desert would receive the nourishment of precious water elements. Although it might not necessarily grow trees as tall as those in the Misty Forest, it would have no problem transforming into a grassland or shrubland with vegetation.

At this moment, the Northern warriors were sowing seeds to accelerate the emergence of vegetation in this desert and create suitable fertile soil for the emergence and circulation of the ecosystem in the future.

After all, if tens of thousands of square miles of land could become suitable for plant growth, it would naturally become a paradise for animals to breed. By then, combining relevant characteristics to cultivate and breed various valuable creatures could be considered turning the desert into treasure, somewhat recovering the resources invested in the labyrinth, and laying the foundation for the future of the tribe and the North.

Even though the Green Field Tribe might not be able to rightfully control this place according to the new regulations, Allen, the hobgoblin who always took a long-term perspective, was still habitually considering the effective use of resources.

Above the sky, Albad was still maintaining the state of magic output. However, after the initial surge of magic, although the total amount of magic required for the labyrinth's fine-tuning was still huge, the source of magic provided by thousands of high-level spellcasters and several legendary spellcasters from most of the ground legion reduced the burden on Albad and made it less strenuous.

Next, what he needed to do was to adjust these thousands of obsidian pillars through the control core gem above his head, so that their positions were exactly the same as the Star God Seat Labyrinth regulations recorded in the control core, and stimulate and consolidate the labyrinth.

The sun gradually set in the west, but it was still bright. Several bright stars suddenly appeared in the blue sky, shining brightly. That was the forming labyrinth resonating with its magic source—the Star God Seat constellation—allowing the magic of the stars to be projected into the space where the labyrinth was located.

Allen's body had already arrived in the罡 wind layer. The endless strong wind dispersed more than a hundred meters in front of him, whistling past on both sides. Looking down at everything that was happening under his feet, his mood was neither sad nor happy. Everything seemed to him to be a matter of course.

Now in the North, as long as there was a place where he existed, no force dared to provoke the Green Field Tribe or provoke this behemoth-like existence.

Thus, three days and three nights passed. As the light on the illusory gem suspended in the sky gradually dimmed, the vast universe and starry river slowly converged and returned to the gemstone itself, which was considered the completion of the permanent labyrinth's layout and activation.

At this time, the clouds above the vast desert had dissipated, but a faint white mist had already enveloped the sky. Even if there were occasional strong winds, it was difficult to blow them away. Obviously, the labyrinth had begun to take effect.

Teams of Northern warriors scattered in the desert converged in an orderly manner, forming complete legions on the land under Allen's feet, waiting for the next order to be issued.

"Is it done?"

Just as the light of the gem converged, Allen's body also floated down from the罡 wind layer and landed beside Albad.

"Yes, Chieftain!"

Albad barely supported his tired body, but his eyes were bright and shining. As a mage, being fortunate enough to personally lead the arrangement of such a powerful labyrinth, the related magical experience and knowledge gained were enough for him to digest for a long time, and might even allow him to glimpse the true face of a demigod.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go back!"

Allen smiled comfortingly, and then landed on the ground.

"Chieftain, this should be returned to its original owner."

Albad quickly caught up with Allen, holding the control core in his hands and carefully handing it to Allen.

"Just keep it with you for now!"

Allen glanced at the glittering gem in Albad's hand that countless people dreamed of, then shook his head slightly and said, "Next, we have to organize people to enter the labyrinth demi-plane to sort out the relevant data. It's always a little inconvenient to keep it with me."

"Although the labyrinth has been successfully arranged, it is not stable enough. It is estimated that it will take several years to complete the opening of the demi-plane passage."

Albad still felt that it was not safe enough to keep this treasure by his side, and insisted on asking Allen to take over.

"It's okay, you can just take advantage of this time to sort out and learn the magical knowledge left in the core, which will also be good for you!"

Allen believed in Albad's loyalty. After saying this, his body accelerated and directly left Albad behind, already using practical actions to reject Albad's request.

Seeing this scene, Albad smiled bitterly, quickly put the core into his dimensional bag, and followed closely.