Green Monster Epic

Chapter 535 Departure

The spacious square in front of the City Lord's mansion in the inner city of Mansa had been occupied by dozens of totem poles radiating a silvery-white metallic luster.

The original grayish-white stone ground had also been replaced by countless intricate patterns and golden World Tree wood flooring inlaid with mithril threads and various gemstones.

Around the square, countless spellcasters wearing green, khaki, and other divine official and mage robe attire were still nervously making subtle adjustments to the flooring on the ground and the totems erected in the field.

The teleportation array connecting the Feyman World and the Mirage Plane had always been carefully preserved within the Mansa Council, and it would only be taken out during the Alliance Grand Competition, to be handed over to the Alliance and the spellcasters of the Temple of Nature to build a magic circle connecting the two planes.

The inner city was completely sealed off, with more than ten thousand wasteland troops patrolling and guarding this teleportation array, along with the powerhouses of the temple and the four pillars of the Alliance.

"It's time!!"

A hunchbacked Kobold, holding a white oak staff in his hand and with a long white beard on his chin, looked at the scorching sun moving to the center of the sky and said to Briken, Allen, and another burly Earth Goblin beside him.

"Okay."

The originally unrestrained and rampant demigod Gnoll Briken, when facing the seemingly old and frail Kobold's instructions at this time, unexpectedly lowered his body and responded in a deep voice.

Allen and the other Earth Goblin standing with Briken also nodded in agreement.

Thump!!

The oak staff in the Kobold's hand gently tapped on the ground, and the golden wooden floor made a crisp sound.

A group of temple and alliance spellcasters, who were carefully inspecting the magic circle model, began to move and move to the edge of the magic circle.

A dazzling azure crystal, under the control of the mage's hand, slowly flew into the magic circle, heading straight for the largest metal totem in the center of the square.

At the top of the totem were two humanoid sculptures, entwined with each other, raising their hands high, their four hands forming a socket that could accommodate the crystal.

Ding!!

The azure crystal was gently placed into the buckle, fitting perfectly.

Buzz buzz buzz!!!!

At the moment when the crystal fell, the entire magic circle model began to emit a low tremor at the same time.

Magical resonance began to travel through the intricate patterns on the dozens of totems, and wisps of invisible current were connected between the totems and the base built by the World Tree.

In the sky, which was originally clear and cloudless, as the magic circle model was activated, clusters of clouds appeared out of thin air, gathering from all directions towards the inner city of Mansa.

Soon, a thick fog composed of a huge cloud cluster rose straight into the sky from the square in the inner city.

The cloud cluster, like a funnel, began to rotate clockwise, faster and faster.

There should have been a scene of strong winds, but there was no feeling at all in the entire Mansa city, as if the celestial phenomenon, which was as huge as a typhoon cloud cluster in their eyes, was in another space.

"… … % ￥ # … …"

The temple and alliance spellcasters sat on the edge of the magic circle, chanting words, their eyes tightly closed, and their solemn faces were full of sacredness.

Streams of magic power continuously escaped from the bodies of these spellcasters and merged into the magic circle in front of them, converging in the dozens of metal totems, making the magic oscillation more and more intense.

The legendary high priests of the Church of Nature, the Oak Theology, the Ranger Church, and other Temples of Nature stationed here looked at each other and simultaneously took out a crystal the size of a human head with countless golden electric lights flashing in it.

That was the power of the gods from the endless starry sky.

The interplanar teleportation of tens of thousands of people would not be an easy task for any force.

Demons and devils could sacrifice the flesh and souls of intelligent creatures as a source of energy to tear space apart, but the various forces of the Mansa Alliance could not use the lives of their clansmen and believers as sacrifices.

Fortunately, behind the church was a powerful god.

With the power of the gods, it was not difficult to do all of this.

Although the gods could not set foot in the Feyman world in their true bodies due to the will of the plane, the churches under the gods always had other ways to bypass the obstruction of the will of the plane and allow the power of the gods to be used by them.

With the barren output and financial resources of the wasteland, it would not be a small expense for them to bear the resource costs of tearing the plane barrier and transporting tens of thousands of teams to another world.

Even an activity with a unit of a hundred years would be difficult for a loose alliance.

It was only with the support of the Temple of Nature that the Alliance's once-a-century Grand Competition could be held as scheduled without too much burden.

Such a Grand Competition was an important cornerstone for maintaining the alliance system for the loose alliance, after all, the resources obtained from the Grand Competition exploration could be shared by members of various tribes.

The temple also used this method to influence and control the wasteland and the alliance, so that the Mansa wasteland was nominally free, but in fact it was constantly radiated and ruled by the temple.

The tribal members of the alliance were naturally happy to do so.

It was rare to have such an opportunity to open their eyes in another world, and at the same time, they could gain something.

Where could they find such a good thing!!

Several crystals were also placed on the totem poles at key nodes of the magic circle in the same way.

As the surging golden energy in the crystals was transmitted to the totem poles, lightning suddenly appeared in the white cloud cluster above the square, constantly tearing space until the torn space gradually merged with the cloud cluster and gradually stabilized.

"Everyone, line up, don't mess around at this time!!"

The participating teams from each tribe had already completed their assembly and formed a long snake along the wide avenue from the city gates in four directions.

According to the lottery, the ranking of each tribe's team through the magic circle had already been determined, and at this time, they only needed to enter the magic circle one by one according to the established rules.

"You have one month to explore, remember to return to the beacon node where you were teleported after one month, put your hands on the node and use your mental power to connect, and you can return to our current inner city."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!!"

"Remember, don't easily form alliances with other tribal teams, unless it's the few I told you about.

Even if you really encounter the tribal teams I mentioned, keep a little bit of your own mind and don't trust these guys too much!!"

Allen's old problem has relapsed.

Seeing that these goblin cubs were about to set off, he couldn't help but once again instructed Leo, Spike, and other leaders in the team, until these goblins solemnly nodded in agreement, he reluctantly let these goblins go to join their teammates.

Representatives above the legendary level will not act with the team in the clan.

Rather than saying that they are here to participate in the competition, it is better to say that they are here to develop new unknown lands.

The Mirage Plane has been discovered for more than ten thousand years.

In these ten thousand years, the powerful teams led by the Temple of Nature and supplemented by the Mansa Alliance have been continuously exploring deeper into the Mirage Plane, clearing out various powerful and threatening creatures they encounter along the way, and establishing new teleportation beacons.

Because the Mirage Plane silently assimilates the characteristics of otherworldly creatures that enter it, even the powerhouses of the wilderness cannot stay in this plane for long. Moreover, the energy and materials required to open a channel to another plane are considerable. Even wealthy entities like the human kingdoms and the elven kingdom cannot open them frequently, usually doing so only once every hundred years or so, like the Mansa Alliance.

The vast Mirage Plane still possesses a large amount of undeveloped land. The civilizations and forces under the five major god systems of the Ferman World all have their own plane beacons in the Mirage Plane. However, until now, no two forces have encountered each other while exploring and developing their territories, which shows just how immense the Mirage Plane is.

Vast territories naturally give rise to powerful creatures. The unique characteristics of the Mirage Plane endow each powerful creature with mysterious abilities. Generally speaking, the territories of powerful creatures inevitably possess precious resources that attract these creatures.

When the plane channel opens once every hundred years, the temples, in order to recoup their costs, and the alliances, in order to gain more benefits, naturally expand outwards, exploring new areas, invading and occupying the territories of powerful native creatures of the Mirage Plane, and plundering the precious resources they guard.

The legendary representatives of the various tribes thus become the henchmen of the temples and alliances, helping them expand their territories in the Mirage Plane and establish new beacons.

Of course, all of this is mutually beneficial. The legendary representatives of the tribes can also take a share of the spoils of war, especially the Mirage Crystals, the main material for making inheritance crystals. Exchanging them with the temples, four crystals of equal grade can be exchanged for one corresponding inheritance crystal, or to recharge the depleted inheritance crystals of the various tribes.

Mirage Crystals are divided into three grades—high, medium, and low—according to the energy they contain, corresponding to ordinary inheritance, caster and alchemist inheritance, and legendary specialty crystals, respectively. In practice, only high and low grade crystals are generally used when making inheritance crystals, with medium grade crystals being most suitable for recharging.

High-grade crystals are used to make ordinary inheritances because ordinary inheritance users are the most numerous and frequent. Low-grade crystals are used for legendary specialty crystals to reduce their usage, which deepens the influence of the temple forces on legendary-level powerhouses and the forces behind them.

This is a silent understanding between the forces capable of making inheritance crystals. For tens of thousands of years, no one has ever violated this principle.

Watching Spike and a group of goblin brats led by heavy shield warriors march into the inner city square, entering the central area of the teleportation array, and disappearing with a magical surge, Allen withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes to rest.

Around him, more than a hundred legendary-level powerhouses were calmly doing their own things. Some gathered in groups of three or five, whispering to each other, occasionally erupting in suppressed strange laughter. Others took out their weapons, carefully sharpening them with whetstones and fish oil. During the sharpening process, their own aura gradually condensed, and a crazy beast was roaring in the depths of their eyes…

Outside the array, teams passed through the channel in an orderly manner, disappearing before everyone's eyes. The light of the crystals providing energy in the array gradually dimmed, and the channel in the sky became less stable.

After more than a hundred participating tribal teams and a dozen church teams from the Natural Temple disappeared into the channel, casters replaced several brand-new energy crystals, restoring the channel in the sky to its original appearance once again.

Teleporting more than a hundred legendaries to the Mirage Plane is not the same as teleporting tens of thousands of ordinary warriors. The vitality and energy contained in their bodies, although certainly not as much as a god, may not be weaker than a god with weak divine power in total. Cross-plane teleportation is essentially an invasion, and the Mirage Plane will also have a plane will and barriers to expel these outsiders, so a large amount of energy is needed to offset the energy counterattack from the plane.

"Everything is ready, sir!"

A legendary mage from the temple looked up and reported to the hunchbacked kobold next to him.

"Very good!!"

The kobold, Davenson Cynil, a saint from the Pale Night Tribe and the absolute strongest in the Mansa Wilderness, spoke in a hoarse voice that seemed soft but clearly reached the ears of every legendary in the field.

"This time, your target is a giant settlement in the Mirage Plane, guarded by a Cloud Mist Giant with demigod strength. If the number of giants has not increased in the last hundred years, then there should be 17 of them. The lowest strength of the giants is the early stage of the legendary level, so I hope you can all cooperate sincerely."

"The observation group composed of members of the Natural Church, the Oak Church, the Rangers… will record your actions in sketches and words and bring them back to us old guys for evaluation."

"So, those of you with ulterior motives, put away your insidious tricks. If the observation group discovers that you are slacking off, shifting blame, or other similar behavior, hmph!!!"

The words were not spoken clearly, but Davenson's light snort made every one of the hundred or so legendaries in the field feel as if they had suddenly entered purgatory, their skin and souls being burned by raging black flames. Some were startled and tried to put out the flames on their bodies, only to suddenly realize that it was just an illusion.

"That's all I have to say. Whether you listen or not is up to you youngsters, but if you make a mistake and get caught, don't blame us old guys for being ruthless!!"

"It's getting late, let's go!!"

The task was assigned in just a few words. After saying these words, the kobold saint Davenson leaned on his oak staff and walked tremblingly towards the city lord's mansion.

Behind him, Briken, Allen, and the earth spirit demigod Mad Brawler Marvin all scanned the group of legendaries with their eyes, the invisible pressure deterring the legendary representatives, and then, without saying a word, followed Davenson's figure and slowly walked into the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Allen was actually startled by the sudden black flames. The burning sensation and the rolling flames were so real that Allen did not doubt that this fire would turn him to ashes. However, in just the blink of an eye, everything suddenly disappeared. The burning and stinging sensation that had come from his body was now gone. Allen wondered if his senses were deceiving him, and he had strong doubts about his own intuition.

Is this the ability of a saint?

Allen was lost in thought, his eyes flashing with colorful light. The fighting spirit that had been worn down by countless failures began to revive because of the casual pressure exerted by the saint.