Green Monster Epic

Chapter 335: Change

Bang ~ ~ Pu ~ ~

Allen's body tumbled across the barren field. Unable to control himself, he was like a stone thrown from a hand, until the force within him was exhausted. Only then did he collapse limply into the weeds, unable to move for a long time.

Three moves. It only took three moves for Allen to fall into his current state. The difference in strength between a Legend and a non-Legend was too great. Even though Allen used all his means and tried his best, he was only able to withstand three moves from the Legend before lying on the ground, barely alive.

In the sky, the Succubus Legend spun around, flapping its wings with great difficulty to stop its body. Then, turning towards Allen's unmoving body on the ground, a few traces of greed and madness appeared in its eyes. Immediately, its body lunged forward again, its claws sweeping directly towards Allen, who was dozens of meters away.

No one expected that Allen, who was about to lose his life, felt no fear or terror in his heart. Instead, his mind, prostrate on the ground, was replaying the scene of his spirit and rage reflecting each other, erupting in a powerful strike.

This was the first time Allen realized that a person's will was not just an empty fantasy, but could actually affect the real world. Perhaps, this was closely related to advancing to Legend. Because if you haven't experienced the influence of will on the world, and its interaction with rage, you can't fully understand the mysteries within.

Not to mention, trying to describe the feeling in words would seem pale and lose its charm.

To be able to feel the powerful source of a stronger being before dying, Allen felt a little regretful, but also felt it was worth it. Anyway, the natives in the wilderness had been prepared to face death from the moment they were born.

Struggling, Allen slowly began to squirm. Even if he was going to die in battle, he, Allen Witt, the Chieftain of the Green Field Tribe in the Green Field Plains, would never face death in a cowardly manner. Now, countless bones in his body were broken, and the blood in his internal organs was churning. But as long as there was a breath left, then as a brave Hobgoblin, he would not let the enemy who wanted to kill him have an easy time, even if it was a Legend!

"Come on! !"

Bonecleaver was raised high, Allen roared, his eyes resolute!

"Dong ~ ~ ~"

Bang!! Clang!!

Suddenly, the situation took a turn. Gusts of fist wind and sword energy assaulted Allen's face, causing him to sway uncontrollably, struggling to muster strength to maintain his balance.

Just a moment away from Allen being buried under the Succubus Legend's claws, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared directly behind the Succubus, a pair of weapons emitting a faint light directly stabbing into the Succubus's body covered in purplish-red armor.

The sharp blade struck, causing a hint of surprise and anger to flash in the Succubus's eyes. It turned around and threw a heavy punch, and then the two quickly exchanged blows. Several fist shadows and sword shadows flew, dazzling Allen.

This was the contest between Legends. Supported by powerful Legend specializations, each strike contained endless power, echoing between heaven and earth, stirring up a gale that almost blinded Allen. When the two separated again, the Succubus lost its previous composure, and looked a bit more disheveled. A few scales fell off the pair of fleshy wings that could be used as both weapons and shields; there were also several wounds on its body, and a deep wound nearly a foot long was added to its back, with trickles of blood slowly flowing down. That was the injury caused by the opponent's sudden backstab.

Opposite it, a lithe figure with a gray-black veil covering its face, revealing only a pair of iridescent blue pupils, was holding a pair of slightly curved scimitars, its burning gaze fixed on the powerful Succubus.

"Latifa, you little bitch, I wasn't looking for trouble with you, but you came looking for me!! Good, since we've met today, let's have a good fight. I'm going to take you back and let my little guys enjoy you!!"

After seeing her opponent clearly, the Succubus's eyes were full of vigilance, while also not forgetting to indulge in foul language.

"Okay, I also happen to fancy the pair of wings on your back. Summer is coming, and I'm short of a fan!!"

The human female named Latifa's tone carried a hint of playfulness, but also boundless killing intent and hatred. Before she finished speaking, her whole person disappeared directly from sight. In the instant the two sides were deadlocked, Latifa had already completed the act of concealment, disappearing into the air.

"Hmph!!"

The Succubus had long been guarding against this move. Just as Latifa's figure disappeared, a cloud of mist enveloped the location where Latifa was. A 5th-tier spell-like ability, Negative Energy Shockwave, rapidly spread out from the point where Latifa disappeared as the center, directly forcing Latifa out of the shadow plane again.

Soon, the two figures re-engaged, fighting more and more fiercely, stirring up waves across the entire field. The ground was plowed back and forth several times, making it extremely painful for Allen, who was barely holding on. While constantly dodging and scattering, he also had to guard against the aftermath of the two Legends fighting overhead.

With great difficulty, Allen struggled to move towards the southwest, away from the battlefield. In the distant sky, several more Legend figures came flying, it seemed that today this place would become a hell.

The after-effects of the Rage Potion, the weakness of the Rage skill, and the injuries caused by withstanding three moves from a Legend powerhouse, made Allen not just miserable at this time. Each movement of his body was actually a test of his will. The stinging pain all over his body, the constant feeling of emptiness and darkness in his mind, and the increasingly weak and sluggish beating of his heart, as long as Allen relaxed, he would directly faint in this unsafe place.

Even if Allen had drunk a bottle of High-Grade Healing Potion and used a scroll of Mid-Tier Healing Divine Art, it was just a drop in the bucket for his injuries.

When Allen, dragging his wounded body, left the buffer zone, he did not immediately go to find the human army's camp. For him, entrusting his life and safety to a group of strangers was an extremely irresponsible thing. Having barely escaped the pursuit of the demons, Allen didn't want to end up being murdered by a group of humans, even if they were the so-called allies of the Natural God Temple.

Now, Allen might be easily killed by an ordinary adult human of levels 2-3.

Finding a secluded hilltop, Allen supported his body and cleaned up a pile of rocks in the rocky mountain. Allen directly buried himself in it. Just as he had eased his mind, his eyes darkened, and Allen, unable to hold on any longer, directly fainted.

When Allen woke up, he didn't know how long had passed. Fortunately, he had bandaged and treated himself before passing out, coupled with the Hobgoblin's inherently strong recovery ability, Allen finally had some ability to protect himself at this time.

Everything else was fine, but the destructive power of the Fury Potion far exceeded Allen's expectations. His heart now beat slowly and heavily, lacking its former strength and vigor. Even the blood flowing through each vein seemed to scrape against the vessel walls, causing a faint pain. Furthermore, the three heavy blows from the Legendary Succubus had taken a severe toll on Allen's internal organs, requiring a significant period of rest and recuperation.

The physical damage made Allen appear weak, but his spirit had never been so invigorated. Even his perception of the surrounding environment seemed altered.

The air, once seemingly empty, now revealed to Allen's senses many powerful, eternal, and dormant forces. They seemed both near and far, real and illusory, detached from this world yet intimately connected to it, omnipresent.

Allen reached out and gently scooped a handful of the air beside him. He sensed a vibrant and fervent energy there, but when he grasped, he felt nothing, as if his perception were a mere illusion.

From the ground emanated a quiet and trustworthy sensation. With each step, a trace of power seemed to surge into his feet, slowly permeating his body and aiding in the repair of his damaged form. With each breath, the air carried a hint of coolness, merging with his physique and allowing Allen to gradually recover.

Allen knew nothing about these forces. After several fruitless attempts to understand them, he could only resignedly give up. In any case, at least in his perception, these eternal and omnipresent forces held no malice and caused no harm, which was a good thing.

The immediate priority was to deliver the token in his possession to the commander of the human kingdom as soon as possible, after which he would have completed his mission.

With that thought, Allen no longer hesitated. He limped out of the rocky area, and as he looked up, the gentle sun shone upon the earth. The distant fields and hills were tranquil. The figures of the legendary powerhouses were long gone from the sky, leaving only the area where Allen had come from, a few miles of land that seemed newly cultivated, as evidence of the fierce battle that had taken place.

The human territories were relatively peaceful, and Allen did not expend much effort in finding a patrol team.

"Halt!!! Any closer and we won't be polite!!"

In Allen's current condition, it was indeed difficult to avoid detection, unless he buried himself in a pile of rocks as he had done before. Before Allen could approach the human team, they had already raised their weapons in the distance, issuing a wary call.

"Greetings, warriors of the Spring Country. I am a warrior from Mansa City, carrying a mission from the Mansa Wilderness to pay respects to your human commander."

Allen quickly raised both hands to show that he meant no harm.

The human patrol team was quite large, numbering over a hundred. The leader wore a full suit of armor and rode a brown warhorse, his eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion as he watched Allen intently. However, behind the knight, his team appeared somewhat uneven. There were warriors clad in chainmail, wielding spears and long knives, who looked like battle-hardened veterans. There were also those dressed in tattered cloth, armed only with pitchforks and hoes. It would be more accurate to call them farmers than warriors.

"From the Mansa Wilderness? Do you have any proof?"

"This…"

After some negotiation, Allen finally gained the trust of the human team. The two sides maintained a certain distance from each other, slowly heading towards the team's base.

The humans seemed to be living a hard life, not as prosperous and flourishing as Allen had imagined. Everywhere there were traces of battle and slaughter, as well as barren fields, houses, and windmills.

Allen even witnessed a team of demons invading human territory, wreaking havoc and slaughtering two human patrol teams. Fortunately, the team leading Allen went to the rescue, otherwise, the demons might have won a victory and left triumphantly.

In comparison, the humans' combat power was much weaker. Although they were numerous, most of the human warriors were only level 3-4 in strength. They could not handle even the lowest-level Imp alone, but needed two or three warriors to fight together to kill it, causing Allen, who was watching from the side, to shake his head slightly.

In the wilderness, even the weakest Kobolds could generally guarantee the strength of a level 3-4 warrior after adulthood!

The only thing that caught Allen's attention was the battle formation of the human warriors. Even in the most intense moments, they were mostly not disrupted or scattered. It was these coordinated formations that allowed the low-level human warriors to cope and persevere when facing stronger opponents.

After staying in the local garrison for less than half a magic hour, Allen was sent to the rear of the human forces. After several transfers, he finally met the main person of his trip, the military commander of the Human Spring Country - Duke Angelo Mason, a powerful legendary figure.

"Welcome, brave warrior from afar, thank you for your hard work!!"

Duke Angelo had a thick, bushy beard and wore bright silver armor, with a gray-brown cloak draped over his back. He sat upright in a magnificent castle hall, surrounded by several burning braziers that illuminated the hall. When he looked up to meet Allen's gaze, Angelo's eyes were bloodshot, but his serene blue eyes were as calm as the ocean, inspiring a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Greetings, Duke. I am Allen Wythe, dispatched by General Ahmad to deliver a secret report about the demons."

Allen only wanted to complete his mission as soon as possible. Having faced legendary powerhouses many times, and even fought against them several times not long ago, he calmly stated his name and handed over the item for this mission, even knowing that the person in front of him was a legend.

"Oh, thank you, brave Allen."

A soldier took the token from Allen and handed it to Angelo, who casually put it away without looking at it in detail.

"I will have someone arrange a place for you to rest. If you need anything, just tell the people below."

"However, our army is currently short on supplies, so some things may be scarce…"

"Huh? Aren't you the guy who was being chased the night before last?"

Suddenly, a human woman walked in from the door, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. She was about to greet Angelo, but happened to see Allen standing in the hall, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Legendary is not so easy to advance, and I am not going to take the route of advancing in battle anymore. This battle is just that Allen has a little understanding of the legendary ability under the accumulation of thick and thin, so it is only semi-legendary.

The real legend will be soon, everyone wait for it.

Are you very disappointed????