Green Monster Epic

Chapter 355: Surging Undercurrents 2

In the endless abyss, within a magnificent silver palace, the Gloom Lord welcomed an uninvited guest: a humanoid creature shrouded in a gray-brown hooded cloak, its face and race obscured.

"Graz'zt, this is a small gift we offer you. We hope our cooperation will be as pleasant as before."

The mysterious figure tossed lightly, and a blood-red crystal flew directly towards the Gloom Lord's towering, mountain-like body, along with a palm-sized cloth bag.

Tear!

A Bag of Holding, priceless in the eyes of people like Alan, was torn open by the Gloom Lord's sharp fingernails. Instantly, the vast silver-white hall shimmered with light and magical auras as countless precious materials fell from the void. Divine objects, legendary materials...each one would cause a stir in the Faydark world, but now they fell like trash, scattered haphazardly across the hall.

The Gloom Lord casually picked up a twig with a few emerald green leaves, emanating a natural aura. In this abyss filled with abyssal power, the twig spontaneously emitted a green glow, resisting the erosion of abyssal power. Its current state clearly indicated that it was no ordinary object.

With a hint of disgust, Graz'zt tossed the twig back to the ground, his gaze drawn more towards the blood-red crystal in his hand. The crystal was eerily mysterious, with an alluring blood light that seemed to possess its own life, surging back and forth within.

This was a nascent divine abomination, discovered and sealed before it could fully manifest. Though it appeared only the size of a human head, if it truly came to life, it would be an existence akin to a deity, immortal and possessing incomplete authority and power.

The gods deeply abhorred the existence of divine abominations, and would spare no effort to obliterate them upon discovery.

However, abyssal creatures were more welcoming to such beings, as divine abominations walked the path of destroying the world from the moment of their birth, aligning perfectly with the goals of abyssal creatures. Moreover, the power of a divine abomination originated from the dark energies and emotions of the material world. After being absorbed and purified by the divine abomination, these energies would transform into the purest divine power, a capability extremely potent for the abyssal lords.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a lovely little thing!"

Graz'zt lightly breathed on the crystal. As if sensing the presence of a living being, the blood light within the crystal immediately became active, constantly colliding with the crystal's solid and stable walls.

"The plan is about to enter the next stage. During the Lightbringer's Moon next year, there will be a total solar eclipse. At that time, the barrier between the endless abyss and the Faydark world will be at its weakest. You can go all out then."

The figure, its face shrouded in shadow, calmly and composedly stated the next step of their plan. Behind these few words lay a cataclysm for the mortal world.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, finally I can go all out. I'm really looking forward to it!"

Graz'zt's eyes flickered, and behind those deep, mad pupils, who knew what he was plotting? The figure before him couldn't help but remind him, "But before that, I hope your armies can act according to the established plan. Don't cause trouble."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, rest assured. My children will definitely execute the agreed-upon plan. Don't you trust me?"

Trust you, my ass. Graz'zt, practically synonymous with conspiracy and betrayal, had harmed countless demon lords and gods over the millennia. Those fortunate enough to escape his clutches had never abandoned their hatred for Graz'zt, constantly proclaiming his vile deeds.

If it weren't for the fact that Graz'zt controlled three layers of the abyss, commanded numerous powerful subordinates and armies, and many knew of his desires and pursuits, making him easier to persuade, no one would willingly associate with him and cooperate.

Even though the cooperation was going smoothly, the force behind this figure had never relaxed their vigilance against him. As soon as the other party showed any signs of wrongdoing, the force behind the unknown figure would either sever the cooperation with thunderous force or block the channels for the other party to turn hostile.

"I hope so."

A magical fluctuation appeared around the figure. Having completed its mission, it prepared to leave this dangerous palace, its body gradually becoming ethereal.

Suddenly, Graz'zt smiled brightly at the ethereal figure, then his large hand with six fingers, like a mountain, covered the location of the ethereal figure. At the same time, a brilliant light erupted in the palace, and the figure, which was almost teleported away, was instantly bounced back from the void.

"Heh heh heh, compared to the gifts you send, I prefer to choose my own gifts!"

"You dare..."

The figure only had time to utter a cry of shock and anger before a dazzling, multi-colored ray of light shot from the top of the silver palace towards the figure's physical form. The magical items all over its body shattered into pieces, unable to function any longer.

The six-fingered hand grabbed the defenseless body and squeezed gently. The hat covering the face fell off, revealing a terrified and angry human face, but the eyes no longer held any signs of life.

"Crack!! Crunch!!"

The human body in his hand was thrown directly into Graz'zt's blood basin mouth, and a look of intoxication slowly appeared on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, the taste of a legendary body is indeed different!"

Just as Graz'zt was reveling in this small snack, a slender figure slowly walked in.

"Lord, our armies are assembled and ready to depart at any time."

This was Graz'zt's most trusted confidant and diplomat, Vain, a demon lord who willingly served as Graz'zt's diplomat.

"Very good. The ones we sent to the material world before were a bunch of trash, but the ones we send up next must be the strongest elite warriors under my command. In this regard, you must help me keep a close eye on things. The greater the gains the army sent up through the flesh altar next time, the more it will affect whether our next goal can be achieved."

"Understood!"

"..."

Only after the ethereal figure in the hall turned into bubbles did Gul'dan, a demigod powerhouse, dare to raise his head. A cloud of steaming mist had already appeared on his huge head.

"Hoo!"

After exhaling a long breath, Gul'dan flapped his wings and flew through the palace gates, heading towards the vast region bordering the Orc Empire to the east.

No one knew how long Gul'dan flew, until he flew over a mountain range, then slid into a dark canyon. Many figures flickered along the way, and after discovering Gul'dan's majestic body, they all knelt on the ground. It was actually a group of ferocious and strong demons.

No one would have thought that a detachment of demons would be hidden in this secluded mountain range, as if guarding some secret.

Following the canyon deeper, the defenses became increasingly tighter, and the temperature gradually decreased. It was currently the Month of the Bitter Wind, and for the Northern Hemisphere, the temperature drop was normal. However, for the Southern Hemisphere, it was the beginning of warming. Considering the temperature, although this valley was sheltered, it shouldn't be this cold. Frost had formed on the surrounding branches, and the demons' breath turned into white mist.

The depths of the valley held a hidden world. After bypassing a steep bend that blocked the view, the scene suddenly opened up, revealing a flat basin with a considerable area. In the center of the basin stood a massive obsidian structure, the Flesh Altar capable of summoning demons from the Feywild.

Around the altar, blocks of solid ice sealed off the other vacant areas of the basin. The solid ice, some seventy feet high and several miles wide, was covered with layers of scavenged cotton blankets, maintaining the ice's temperature while also concealing the light reflected by the ice. Demons capable of casting ice and water-based spells frequently used their magic to reinforce and freeze this enormous sheet of ice.

"My Lord!!"

As Gul'dan landed, a tiefling demon with a pair of ram horns stepped forward to respectfully greet Gul'dan's arrival.

"Has there been any trouble here? Has there been any change in those materials?"

Gul'dan's tone was stern as he surveyed the spacious and heavily guarded basin. This place was crucial to the Abyss's grand plan and was also related to his own future prospects, so he had to be cautious.

"My Lord, rest assured, we reinforce this layer of solid ice every day. When the time comes, we can thaw it and throw it into the altar."

The tiefling demon carefully reported the situation while casually wiping the nearest solid ice. The solid ice, which was emitting white mist, immediately became transparent. Under the illumination spell cast by his other hand, the things frozen in the ice were clearly visible.

It was a massive pile of corpses stacked in layers and twisted together, densely packed and wrapped in solid ice. Occasionally, one could see faces filled with despair, anger, and fear. However, these faces were all frozen in their last moments of life and could no longer curse or scold the perpetrators who had caused all of this.

If all the solid ice scattered throughout this basin contained corpses like these, then the number of these remains would be a terrifying figure.

In the public's perception, demons were a greedy and chaotic bunch. Their actions were often crazy and irrational, and they never considered the consequences or their future prospects, only caring about the immediate benefits. When everyone believed that the scale of the demon army should be limited to the million or so troops divided into several branches and rampaging against several powerful forces, and that there was no longer enough flesh and blood to summon a large army from the Abyss, this valley still concealed and stored such a vast batch of flesh and blood materials.

Clearly, the demons' counterintuitive actions must have been carefully planned, and what could make them go against their nature must be a greater scheme.

"From today onwards, I will be stationed here permanently. You will command the front lines!!"

Gul'dan was still uneasy and made a careful decision after looking at the chaotic valley.

"Yes, My Lord!"

The tiefling responded in a low voice, only to ask worriedly: "But if you don't show your face on the front lines for a long time, will people notice?"

"What kind of Legendary Mage are you? Use your brain and think of a way. Occasionally, I will take the time to visit the front lines!!"

"Understood."

With the arrival of Gul'dan, this demigod-level powerhouse, the chaotic and crazy nature of the elite demons in the valley was further restrained, and their behavior became more like a well-trained army.

… … … …

Lionheart City, the royal capital of the Lionheart Kingdom, was situated on the border with the Demon Lord. The constant fighting and confrontation had not brought many changes to this royal capital. On the contrary, with the arrival of the allied forces' generals and ambassadors from various countries, along with their many servants and relatives, Lionheart City seemed even more prosperous and lively.

Those human merchant guilds who were good at seizing business opportunities transported various goods from the distant Central Plains countries to comfort the army soldiers who had traveled thousands of miles to support the Lionheart Kingdom, while also earning the military pay that the soldiers had earned with their lives.

King Thorson IX of Lionheart had naturally curly and fluffy blond hair. From a distance, he did indeed look like a majestic lion. At this moment, he sat on his golden throne, meeting with the envoys in the side hall with a kind, peaceful, and dignified expression.

On his left was the kingdom's representative of divine authority on earth, the devout follower of the God of War, Cari苟斯, Pope Luan Ximenez, holding a silver-white scepter, sitting in his designated position, with his eyes closed and silent.

"I would like to thank you all for bringing new aid to our country. Without your support, the Lionheart Kingdom would not be able to maintain its current peaceful state."

As one of the human civilizations, the Lionheart Kingdom and the Spring Country had completely different encounters.

When most of the Spring Country's territory and people had fallen and become a playground for demons, hundreds of thousands of reinforcements from more than a dozen powerful human kingdoms and empires had already gathered on the long border between the Lionheart Kingdom and the Spring Country, ready to resist the demon army.

When the Spring Country's royal family sent several envoys to seek help from the surrounding major forces, and in the end, only a few alien forces gave them limited help, the Lionheart Kingdom did not even send envoys to make any requests for help. The continuous stream of supplies and provisions had already been on their way to their kingdom.

"Your Majesty is too polite. These demons are the enemies of everyone in the world of Feiman. As a kingdom fighting on the front lines, we countries in the rear should naturally make a contribution to the great cause of humanity. Does everyone agree?"

"Yes, what Ambassador George said is what we all feel!!"

… …

George, from the powerful Dawn Empire in the Central Plains. Backed by the empire, his words naturally drew agreement from many other ambassadors.

This time, King Thorson's reception of the ambassadors was not only to thank the countries behind the ambassadors for their support of the Lionheart Kingdom and to connect with each other's feelings. In fact, at a deeper level, he had other purposes, otherwise even Pope Luan would not have attended this banquet.

After the other ambassadors were taken to the ball for entertainment, King Thorson passed by the misunderstanding on the road, and he and Pope Luan, Ambassador George and other faces quietly disappeared in the ball, no one noticed.

"The great Lord of the Dawn has conveyed a divine message to His Majesty through his shepherd. This time, His Majesty sent me here to mediate between General Polo of our country and your country, and to cooperate with your country's next actions."

George lost the ease and naturalness he had shown at the banquet. He sat upright with a serious and earnest expression.

"His Majesty in our country also instructed the same, to contact our country's army and cooperate with Marshal Royce's command actions."

Following George's speech was Hermes, the ambassador of the Alsi Empire.

"Very well, my Lord has also passed down a divine message. The next action of our alliance army will be a major one after the Month of Light next year. Now that we calculate it, there is not much time left, so please communicate with your army commanders and prepare for battle at the same time."

"But remember, don't make too much of a fuss about this matter, it's best to do it secretly."

"There are too many ears and eyes around us. Although our country has cleaned up many of them, we still can't guarantee that they have been cleaned up completely."

This time, it was Pope Luan, who had been silent all along, who spoke. When he opened his bright eyes that penetrated people's hearts and exhorted the people present, everyone seemed to see a pair of high, cold, and ruthless gods watching everyone.

"Understood!!"

… … … …

The news quickly spread through various channels to the ears of the allied generals on the front lines. Under the seemingly calm transfers and training, hundreds of thousands of troops were already prepared for a major battle, and the logistical supplies that were constantly sent up from the rear had never been cut off.

I'm not satisfied with this chapter myself, but please bear with me. There were 5 days of explosive updates before, so today, let's just call it a filler chapter.

A new volume has begun. In the early stages of this volume, there will be more perspectives on other characters and forces. If you want to see the main character, please be patient.