Green Monster Epic

“Are you saying that if we go and destroy the Flesh Altar in the valley now, then we won’t see any more demons appearing in Greenwild Plains, right?”

Vicky slumped softly on the dry ground, savoring this beautiful world. After Allen’s detailed questioning, she truthfully told him everything she knew.

“Yes.”

“We are the only team my Lord sent to the Tagan Desert. Now that you’ve annihilated us all, it will be at least a year before another team can be sent to replace us.”

“Moreover, Greenwild Plains is too remote and barren. Even if another team is sent to replace us, gathering the materials to build a Flesh Altar and collecting creatures for blood sacrifices won't be easy for Greenwild Plains right now.”

Vicky cast a weak gaze at Allen, her powerless right hand seemingly unintentionally tugging at her thin black shirt.

“Are there any demons or your people still in the valley?”

Allen frowned slightly and continued to ask.

“A demon squad is stationed in the valley. They aren’t many in number, only one mid-level Horned Demon and six low-level demons.”

Vicky’s voice became even softer, paired with her hazy eyes and seductive movements, which were very tempting. Allen felt a fire burning from his lower abdomen, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Then tell me about this demon tide…”

Allen endured his physical discomfort and continued to inquire about the information he wanted to know, then verified it one by one with the information that Chief Priest Clay had Eileen bring back. There weren't many discrepancies, which reassured him a bit.

Suddenly, Allen stood up and grabbed Vicky, causing her to frown slightly and softly complain, “My lord, you’re hurting me.”

“Crack!!”

Allen, without any romantic feelings, placed his other hand directly on the back of Vicky's neck. With a slight exertion of force, Vicky only felt her vision darken before her whole body went limp. If Allen wasn't holding her by the back of her neck, she probably would have fallen onto the muddy ground by now.

“Bang!!”

Allen re-tied the human female Vicky with iron chains, binding her hands and feet, before throwing her back into the dungeon.

After interrogating Vicky, Allen walked out of the stone fort and found Flower Snake, who was supervising Boban's use of the inherited crystal while running battle qi to consolidate and strengthen the bloodline within his body.

“I’m going out for a while. You watch the house.”

“Where to?”

Flower Snake looked up, her eyes fixed on him.

“I found out the location of the demon Flesh Altar. I’m going to take a look first.”

Allen didn’t hide anything from Flower Snake, directly stating his destination.

“Then I’ll go with you.”

“No need, the village still needs someone to guard it. I asked carefully, and there’s only one mid-level demon with eight low-level demons near the altar, which isn’t a big threat to me.”

“I’ll go scout around first. Don’t worry, I won’t mess around.”

“Alright then.”

After explaining things to Flower Snake, Allen quietly left the village with Bone Cleaver on his back, without anyone noticing his departure.

Generally speaking, the Wildlanders wouldn’t appear in the western border mountains, because it was so barren that even ordinary animals wouldn’t breed here. Only the Wildland Gray Rats, with their strong reproductive abilities, and various venomous insects would choose to live here.

The mountain range was very wide, stretching for hundreds of miles. On the exposed grayish-white ground, there were hardly any signs of plant growth. And on the outermost edge of the mountains were cliffs dozens of meters high, with the vast, surging sea below.

It was said that this territory that descended from the sky was not only the Goddess Mansa's divine kingdom in the heavens, but also the incarnation of her divine body after her fall. In order to prevent the remnants of the divine kingdom from being swallowed by the endless sea, Goddess Mansa sacrificed her divine body and her last divine power to transform this land, turning the edge of the Mansa Wilderness into a high dam, preventing the seawater of the endless sea from flowing back in.

Although this also directly deprived the wilderness natives of the opportunity to be close to the sea, and even prevented them from obtaining the endless water resources and fishery resources from the ocean, in truth, ocean navigation between the Talun Continent and the Shire Continent had always been just a fantasy. The masters of the endless sea were mermaids, nagas, and kuo-toa, not those so-called civilized races on land.

In the face of the endless sea, the so-called powerful civilized countries were as small and powerless as newborn babies in front of adults. The masters of the sea rarely set foot on land, and they also disliked the races on land setting foot in the ocean. Therefore, under the conscious restrictions of the sea masters, even the most powerful human fleet only dared to cruise near their coastal waters, and dared not set foot in the deep sea, let alone cross the ocean between the two continents.

This wasn’t the first time Allen had set foot in this continuous mountain range in the west, but he had never truly ventured deep into it, let alone understood much about it. According to the location provided by Vicky and the identifying features, Allen spent two days before finally finding this valley hidden among countless foothills.

Before even sneaking into the valley, Allen smelled a strong sulfurous odor, a trace that only abyssal creatures would leave behind after staying for a long time. Now, Allen could confirm that he hadn’t come to the wrong place. The remaining task was to find out how many demons were actually inside.

Hongji La, that unlucky Six-Armed Snake Demon, didn't even have a chance to display his strength in front of Allen before being easily crushed to death by the suddenly appearing Flame Devouring Dragon as if he were just a reptile. In the wilderness, it was really difficult to escape a legendary creature that could fly. Even though Hongji La, a fellow with a different kind of demonic rationality, decisively chose to flee the moment he discovered the legendary being, he still couldn't escape Figolas's pursuit.

Allen had already confirmed this fact with Vicky. At the time, Figolas had also casually mentioned it, so it shouldn't be a lie to Allen. Therefore, Allen's visit to investigate the traces of the demons this time wasn't a rash act, but a decision made after his own judgment.

As long as there were no high-level demons present, then Allen believed in his own strength. Even if he encountered twice the number Vicky had mentioned, Allen would be able to leave calmly.

It wasn’t easy to hide in this grayish-white mountain range, so Allen simply found a depression large enough to hide his body, closed his eyes, and rested until after dark before acting. This would be easier and allow him to adjust his physical condition to its best state.

However, Allen's meticulous preparations were ultimately too cautious. After Allen approached the valley late at night, it was just as Vicky had said. Only 8-9 demons were lying in the valley, snoring loudly. At the other end of the valley, several Wildland natives were cowering in the shadows, either sleeping lightly or staring blankly in a daze like walking corpses.

Allen's arrival quickly alerted the mid-tier Horned Demons in the valley. Although they were slumbering, the harsh environment of the Abyss, far more treacherous than the wilderness, had forged the demons' formidable vigilance. As a faint, unfamiliar scent reached its nostrils, the Horned Demon's slightly closed eyes immediately cracked open a sliver, feigning sleep while subtly observing the surroundings.

Allen didn't make the Horned Demon wait long. After cautiously surveying the valley, roughly confirming the absence of other traps or enemies, Allen's figure sprang into action. His legs churned across the gravelly ground, kicking up a gust of wind as he charged forward without hesitation, intent on the kill.

While the Horned Demon was indeed cautious, Allen, possessing darkvision, keenly noticed its slightly opened eyes and the habitual defensive posture.

Knowing he had been detected, Allen naturally dispensed with any pretense of stealth or ambush. A direct assault was the preferred tactic of a true wilderness warrior.

"Get up!! Get up!!"

No longer feigning sleep, the Horned Demon immediately rolled over, kicking awake a nearby Slaughter Demon. Then, adopting a horse stance with a slight lean, it launched a Horn Ramming Charge skill along Allen's advancing path.

"Boom!!"

A muffled thud echoed through the dark, silent valley, instantly rousing all the demons, as well as the few wilderness natives who were hiding far away. The demons swiftly transitioned into attack mode, only a few breaths behind the Horned Demon. However, their leader—the mid-tier Horned Demon—after the fierce collision with Allen, ran a few meters forward before abruptly collapsing to the ground with a thud. It turned out that Allen had directly crushed him with overwhelming power.

The remaining events were even simpler. Before the demons could comprehend what had happened to their leader, Allen's figure had already descended upon them. Like a wolf among sheep, he wielded Bonecleaver, dispatching the eight demons one by one in the secluded valley as if playing volleyball.

Whoosh!!

Finally, retracting Bonecleaver from a Quivering Demon, he swung it through the air a few times, scattering the foul-smelling demon blood, while Bonecleaver regained its metallic sheen. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Allen's mind, and without a second thought, he swept the broad Bonecleaver behind him, guarding the northern blind spot most vulnerable to attack. Four or five heavy impacts followed, and Allen's body was sent tumbling across the ground for more than ten meters by the immense force.

When Allen finally regained his footing, a trace of mottled, viridescent blood stained the corner of his mouth, a sign that his internal organs had been impacted.

Without time to wipe away the blood, Allen transformed Bonecleaver into a whirlwind of steel, completely enveloping his body. The Torrential Onslaught, originally an offensive sword technique, was now employed as a defensive maneuver, colliding head-on with the relentless attacker's weapon.

A cacophony of clangs and strikes erupted, but even as the Torrential Onslaught reached its conclusion, Allen's attacker showed no signs of ceasing his torrential assault.

"Hmph!!"

Allen had recovered from the initial surprise of the attack. As the final strike of the Torrential Onslaught ended, a surge of anger welled up within him, and a heavy Wrathful Strike enveloped the area several meters in front of him, forcing his opponent to temporarily evade its edge.

Seizing this rare respite, Allen finally identified his attacker: a massive serpentine tail slithering across the ground, supporting a humanoid upper body, and six arms sprouting from its shoulders, each wielding a gleaming scimitar—the Six-Armed Serpent Demon Hongji La, who had previously led the demon army against Green Lake Village.

Allen had no way of knowing why the Six-Armed Serpent Demon, supposedly slain by the dragon Figglas, now stood before him unscathed, nor did he dwell on the question. Since it was here, the only thought in Allen's mind was to kill it!!

The Six-Armed Serpent Demon Hongji La's retreat was only momentary. After evading the edge of Allen's Wrathful Strike, it twisted its lithe serpentine tail, gliding across the gravelly ground, and surged back into Allen's attack range.

"SOK… pob…"

At the same time, a fluent incantation arose from Hongji La's mouth, showing no signs of stopping as its six scimitars viciously slashed towards Allen. As its incantation concluded, a surge of magical energy rippled through the air, and several phantoms materialized, gradually solidifying into demons with dazed expressions.

The sudden appearance of three Quivering Demons and two Frenzied Demons startled Allen. He couldn't fathom how his opponent had summoned these demons.

However, Allen quickly suppressed his surprise. The light on his Icy Heart Bracer flashed, and Allen directly entered the Mechanized Mind state. Simultaneously, his heart pounded fiercely, and the Berserk skill activated, doubling Allen's strength.

"Whoosh!! Whoosh!!!"

Two Wrathful Strikes, forming a cross shape, slashed directly at the stationary newly arrived demons. In response, one of the six-armed snake demon's scimitars broke through Allen's armor, cutting a gash into Allen's lower ribs, causing a sharp pain.

Ignoring the pain, Allen's gaze turned icy, and he moved with his sword, directly transforming into a heavy hammer slamming towards the serpent demon swimming around him. Once the Triple Wave was unleashed, it would never stop until its goal was achieved, forcing the serpent demon to use all four arms and scimitars to block Allen's Bonecleaver.

The serpent demon originally intended to use the opportunity of the four arms and scimitar slashes to resist Allen's Triple Wave, freeing the remaining two auxiliary arms to attack Allen's body, leaving two more wounds on Allen. However, it clearly underestimated the power of Allen's Triple Wave. Under the enhancement of the Berserk skill, Hongji La's entire body was dragged along with its serpentine tail, scraping far behind.

Allen did not take the opportunity to pursue Hongji La, but instead seized the chance, turning his body and pouncing towards the other demons who were beginning to take action.

The previous two Wrathful Strikes had claimed the lives of the three Quivering Demons without any resistance, while the two Frenzied Demons, after sensing the danger, hastily raised their heavy battleaxes, clumsily blocking Allen's two Wrathful Strikes, at the cost of a gash more than an inch long on one of the Frenzied Demon's body.

Allen's sudden change of attack direction caught Hongji La by surprise, and also added some panic to the eyes of the two tall Frenzied Demons. Although the two Frenzied Demons also possessed the strength of high-level warfighters, their strength was far inferior to that of Feller, who could command a demon army last time.

Allen first attacked the Frenzied Demon with dark red blood flowing from its shoulder. Before the fierce sword skill of a Wrathful Heavy Strike could reach it, the tyrannical sword wind had already greatly shocked the Frenzied Demon that was being targeted. Without any hesitation, its eyes turned blood red, directly falling into a frenzy, and the heavy axe in its hand also smashed fiercely over.

The other Frenzied Demon reacted at the same time, coordinating with its companion's movements with the heavy axe in its hand, blocking Allen's direction of evasion.

Two heavy axes slashed directly through Allen's body, but without any actual obstruction. Allen's figure, like a phantom, simply dissolved into nothingness, dissipating into the air.

“Watch out above!!!”

Hongjila, who was regrouping to rush toward the battle between Allen and the others, saw the phantom hidden in the darkness and immediately issued a warning in the abyssal language, filled with shock and anger.

However, the warning came too late. Allen, having used the Ripple Step to create a phantom image, had no intention of giving his opponent any chance to counterattack. A furious heavy strike smashed down on the shoulder of a Berserker Demon that had not yet activated its berserk state.

Clang!!! Crack!!!

A powerful Berserker Demon was cleaved in two by Allen from its left shoulder. Before the blood could splatter, Allen's figure vanished again, completely abandoning the berserk Berserker Demon. Another heavy strike directly forced Hongjila, who was rushing forward, into a corner, leaving him with no room to maneuver and forcing him into another head-on collision.

Clang clang clang!

Before the series of sounds of blades clashing could dissipate, Hongjila's body was once again knocked back several meters by Allen. However, this time, Allen did not repeat the feint. He turned to block the heavy axe coming head-on and, seizing the opportunity, used the force to propel himself forward, muscles in his thighs exploding, shooting like an arrow toward Hongjila, who had just steadied himself a few meters away.

Hongjila was filled with shame and anger. He had escaped from the dragon's clutches, but at a considerable cost: his chest had been pierced directly by the dragon's claws. However, due to the different biological structure of abyssal creatures compared to those of the Feyman World, Hongjila forcibly unleashed a burst of power, using his six arms to push against the force of the dragon's attack, breaking free from its control and fleeing desperately, dragging a trail of blood.

The dragon Figglas had assumed that the six-armed snake demon he had pierced was undoubtedly dead. Furthermore, the human female had used a magical item to open a dimensional portal, escaping three miles away. Figglas, coveting the magical item on the human female, abandoned the pursuit of the snake demon and turned to chase the human female Vicki, allowing the snake demon Hongjila to survive.

However, Hongjila, having escaped with his life, had also suffered a sharp decline in strength. A few days of recuperation were not enough for him to recover. Therefore, when Allen arrived to attack the demons, he watched coldly, only launching a sudden attack on Allen when he had killed the last demon and his psychological defenses were at their lowest.

This was also the reason why Hongjila, despite being a peak high-level being, could not withstand Allen's powerful strength.

Allen pressed his advantage. After his mechanical mind determined the difference in strength between himself and his opponent, he quickly adjusted his tactics in his mind. A Triple Wave strike, prepared the moment he gave chase, landed fiercely on the web of blades formed by the opponent's six curved swords.

Clang!!!

After a loud crash, Hongjila's figure slid backward again in a sorry state. The ensuing battle completely fell into Allen's rhythm.

Allen's speed was not as great as Hongjila's at his peak, but it was enough to chase down Hongjila in his severely injured state while dodging a mindless Berserker Demon. Each strike, heavier than the last, brought Allen's powerful and fierce strength to its extreme. Each impact brought a heavy shock to Hongjila's arms, worsening his injuries.

Finally, Hongjila, having had his internal organs shattered by Allen's successive heavy strikes and completely losing his vitality, was beheaded by Allen in a single blow, his bald head severed.

At this point, Allen turned around to face the ferocious, berserk Berserker Demon head-on.

Twenty-odd breaths later, before Allen's Fury skill completely ended, the battle was decided. The Berserker Demon, in its berserk state, lost half of its chest and slowly collapsed to the ground.

“Huff!!”

In Allen's icy gaze, emotions reappeared. As the Fury skill ended, a feeling of emptiness and weakness washed over his body, causing him to unceremoniously plunge the Bone Cleaver into the ground. Leaning on the Bone Cleaver, Allen exhaled several breaths of stale air, slowly allowing his surging blood to return to calm.

After resting for a short while, Allen picked up the Bone Cleaver again, slung it behind his back, and began to tidy up the battlefield. The corpses of the several summoned demons, under Allen's watchful eyes, transformed into bubbles, disappearing silently from the Feyman World, as if they had never existed. Only Hongjila's headless corpse remained unchanged. The six gleaming, sharp curved swords were scattered haphazardly around the corpse.

“Good swords!”

The blades, forged from abyssal iron, emanated heat in Allen's hand. Having repeatedly clashed with Allen's Bone Cleaver without showing any signs of chipping, their toughness was already proven.

Afterward, Allen stripped off the set of shoulder armor from the snake demon's corpse and stored it all in his dimensional bag, before heading out of the valley with satisfaction.

“Save me!! Save me!!”

The few wilderness natives, who had dared not make any noise during the intense battle, watched as Allen was about to leave. At this moment, they could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly shouted for help, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly in supplication.

Allen frowned and looked back. Among these natives were gnolls, kobolds, and trolls, all exuding a foul stench and emaciated, not having eaten for who knows how long. They didn't seem to be of much use. Saving them wouldn't accomplish much.

However, upon further thought, after this demon incident, there probably wouldn't be a single tribe left within a thousand miles of the western edge of the Greenwild Plains. His tribe's Aurore mine had lost many laborers, and many warriors had been killed in action. To support that large group of women, children, and the elderly, they would indeed need to absorb some labor.

Thinking this, Allen walked forward with the Bone Cleaver and cut the ropes and yokes that bound them, giving them their freedom.

“Gather anything useful in the valley. I'll go out for a bit and then come back.”

After giving the order, Allen walked out of the valley and found the obsidian altar. Without hesitation, he infused the Bone Cleaver with Fury and slashed fiercely at the altar, smashing all the fragile obsidian into gravel no larger than a fist before feeling relieved.

“Go!!”

The natives in the valley were quick to gather things. There wasn't much worth gathering in the first place, and having been tormented by the demons for so long, the natives didn't want to stay in the valley any longer. They casually picked up some useful items and then emerged from the cave to rendezvous with Allen.

There's another mosquito push next week. At least the editor hasn't forgotten me, so I'm too embarrassed not to work hard. There will be a burst of updates next week, each time with no less than 8,000 words. Are you happy?

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