Green Monster Epic

Chapter 488: Center of Power

For the first time, Alan truly felt the absolute suppression of power when fighting someone.

The opponent's face was blurred, and Alan didn't even have time to see their true appearance.

With just the power of one hand, Alan was forced to kneel on one knee, his arms desperately supporting upwards, barely blocking the attack of the palm coming down on him.

It wasn't just the suppression of power; the opponent's will in the spiritual world was even more tangible, churning and stirring in Alan's mind, making Alan feel as if he were in a vast ocean.

Fortunately, Alan's will was also strong enough.

Although he was at a disadvantage from the sudden confrontation, there was no fear in his heart, and his expression was solemn and decisive.

"Oh?"

The attacker was somewhat surprised.

They had thought that this palm strike, while not intended to take the life of the hobgoblin in front of them, would at least give this guy some suffering and a lesson, letting him know that the authority of the Mansha Alliance was not to be challenged.

However, the opponent's strength and reaction, although at a disadvantage under the suppression of absolute power, made it clear to the attacker that their move would not achieve the desired result.

Vigorous power flowed through Alan's body.

He appeared to be suppressed, but in reality, he could launch a counterattack at any time.

"Hobgoblin, state your identity."

Finally, Alan saw the face of the powerful figure in front of him.

It turned out to be a gnoll powerhouse wearing silver-gray chain mail.

Their slightly narrowed eyes occasionally flashed with lightning, as if they could see through people's hearts.

"Greetings, Lord Blicken.

I am Alan Witt, the newly appointed chief of the Ajinaga tribe, here to report to the council."

The powerhouse who could suppress him in a brief exchange must be one of the Mansha Alliance's five—no, it should now be four—demigod-level powerhouses or higher.

Since the opponent's race was gnoll, it was clearly Blicken the Bloodthirsty, the demigod of the Black Meteor Rotbone tribe.

"So it's you, kid.

No wonder you have such strength!"

After hearing Alan's self-introduction, the hostility on the gnoll Blicken's face slowly dissipated, replaced by an interested expression.

As one of the four pillars of the alliance, Blicken had access to various resources that Alan could not compare to.

Therefore, the events that had occurred in the Northern Territory were known to them, the true high-level and core members of the alliance, within a few days of their occurrence.

As a backbone of the hawkish faction, Blicken was not only hostile to the four major civilization systems but also happy to see competition among the wilderness tribe members.

In Blicken's view, weakness was an inherent sin, and the resulting power transitions within tribes were beneficial to the tribe's strength and the prosperity of the wilderness.

"To enter the council building, you need to wear a special magic badge.

Generally, each member tribe only has one badge, mostly held by the tribe's representative in Mansha City."

"Didn't you go and connect with your tribe's representative?"

Blicken explained the rules of the council while asking curiously.

"…The former representative of the tribe betrayed the tribe, so I don't have this badge."

Alan smiled awkwardly.

Sean, the former representative of the Ajinaga tribe, was now a pile of dung fertilizer in the Muir Fortress, but the various tools he carried were taken away by other goblins who betrayed the Ajinaga tribe.

That was why Alan was ignorant of the council's rules.

"I see.

That's troublesome.

You need to go to the city lord's mansion and communicate with the city lord to pay a sum of resources and exchange for a new badge."

Blicken frowned and said to Alan.

"Each badge of the alliance members has a special mark and identification for the guarding soldiers to identify.

Lost or misplaced badges need to be reported and invalidated first…"

"However, since this is your first time coming to the council, I'll make an exception and take you in for a tour, are you willing?"

Blicken's sudden invitation surprised Alan, but he gladly accepted.

"Thank you, Lord Blicken."

With Blicken leading the way, the guarding soldiers naturally did not dare to stop them, and Alan smoothly passed through the gate and entered the inside of the council building.

Looking at the building from the outside, you would only feel its majesty, but after entering, the first thing Alan felt was solemnity: all kinds of murals were depicted on the high dome, and the faces of each figure in the portraits were as divine as gods, inspiring awe; between the surrounding walls, there were various brightly colored stained-glass windows, and the sunlight shining in was dyed with gorgeous colors.

Further inside, the space became more spacious, and a circular conference hall came into Alan's view as a heavy ironwood door was pushed open.

The stepped conference hall, gradually descending from the outside to the inside, had rows of separate long tables and reclining chairs placed between each circular step.

Alan could guess that these tables and chairs should be the seats for the members of each tribe during meetings.

There were five layers of steps, and the fewer tables and chairs there were further inside, the more refined the patterns and accessories became, presumably because the status and strength of the tribes were different, so the differences were highlighted.

"Here is the council hall where the alliance discusses major issues or holds routine meetings."

Blicken pointed to a position on the left of the second circle from the inside and said, "There is the position of your Ajinaga tribe."

Alan looked over, and the tables and chairs representing their tribe were a bit old.

If his guess was correct, then their tribe's strength was around 60th place among the more than 100 members of the wilderness.

As for the ranking of each tribe, it was said that it was sorted according to the tribal competition held once every 100 years.

The rule was that each tribe sent a team below the legendary level and a legendary powerhouse to fight.

The final ranking of the team represented the tribal seat for each tribe for the next 100 years.

Of course, this excluded the super-large tribes where the four demigods were located.

Their tribes were transcendent above other tribes.

The quality of the tribal seat also made a difference, which was that they would have greater say when deliberating; they would have more priority in the distribution of benefits, as well as more care…

Anyway, in the wilderness based on strength, the weak tribes naturally had to bear the cost of meager benefits and power, while the powerful tribes naturally enjoyed more things.

Only in this way could it be guaranteed that the hundreds of tribes in the wilderness would not be too comfortable and enjoy themselves, and they would be willing to invest more resources in outstanding tribesmen.

In order to obtain a better ranking, countless bloody scenes always appeared when the centennial competition began.

Looking at the four gorgeous tables and chairs that stood proudly in the innermost circle, Alan felt longing.

If one day he could have a place among them, then this life would not have been in vain.

Alan was not without hope for this.

He was only just over a hundred years old, and with at least three or four hundred years of life left, breaking through to demigod was not an impossible thing.