Green Monster Epic

“Friends fighting ahead, this area belongs to the military frontline of my Orc Empire. Please cease your fighting immediately, or it will be regarded as a provocation against my empire!”

Even though Allen was fighting three powerful individuals alone, and initially gained some advantage with a preemptive strike, the humans quickly reacted and, with tacit cooperation, regained control of the situation before long.

However, Allen had his own reasons for choosing to counterattack here. As a dignified figure appeared in the sky, dozens of unfamiliar auras were rapidly approaching.

“Humans???”

The speaker of the newly arrived group had bronze skin, pointed ears, and two sharp fangs extending from his lips and jaw. His left shoulder was adorned with a leather pauldron inlaid with metal horns. He was Angus, the Great General guarding the Pandar Fortress on the Western Front of the Orc Empire.

The Legendary High-Rank Berserker General, who had just been ordering both sides to stop fighting, narrowed his eyes and questioned after recognizing the races of the combatants as he approached the battlefield. Then, as if changing his face, he directly issued an attack order.

“Kill these two humans and that dragon!!!”

As the Great General stationed at Pandar Fortress, he would be suspected of dereliction of duty if he didn't investigate the intense tremors and magical disturbances coming from dozens of miles away.

Accompanying him this time were another Legendary deputy and a team of high-level spellcasters drawn from the fortress. He was being so cautious because the commotion in the west was indeed quite significant; even Angus himself would have difficulty creating such intense disturbances.

“Yes!”

The twenty-odd Orc spellcasters had long been prepared for battle, and their collaborative spellcasting formation had already been deployed. As the chanting began, obscure magical fluctuations rippled above their formation.

“Bear Goblin warriors, we will assist you!”

At the same time, Angus and his deputy, Daniel, shouted and launched their attacks, rushing towards the battlefield.

Allen was waiting for this moment. He had chosen to fight in a location not too far from the Orc fortress precisely because he hoped to attract the attention of the Orc powerhouses in the east, to see if there was a chance to return the favor to the humans chasing him.

If he advanced further east, Lucas and the humans would undoubtedly fear the might of the Orc Empire and abandon their pursuit of Allen, that was certain.

“Please help me hold back that dragon!”

With the Bone Cleaver slashing down, Allen, weakened by the divine and magical debuffs, was barely holding on.

The heavy sword was deflected upwards by the dragon's horns. Allen's figure was much smaller than the dragon's massive body, but with the sudden activation of the 'Dragon Strength' spell effect on his scales and the long-prepared Fury skill, the tiny Bear Goblin was evenly matched with the dragon in the contest of strength.

“Alright!”

Angus raised his double-bladed battle axe high and arrived in front of the dragon with a charge, unhesitatingly hacking down with both hands.

Whoosh!

A huge dragon tail swept in from the side, counterattacking Angus's back.

“Hey!”

Allen suddenly exerted force, and the dragon's raised head was forcibly pressed down. Although unwilling, black smoke billowed from the dragon's mouth as it flapped its wings, trying to steady itself.

At the same time, Lucas, the human mage thousands of meters away, pointed his oak staff at the distant Bear Goblin. Almost simultaneously, a column of azure flames rose from the void three or four meters beneath Allen's feet, about to engulf him.

Thwack!

Daniel, clad in a set of grey-brown chainmail, suddenly released the longbow that was almost as tall as him. An arrow shimmering with a dim light disappeared from the bowstring and instantly appeared in the space where the demigod mage's 'Pillar of Flame' was.

The arrow exploded directly in the Pillar of Flame, and a mysterious magical aura spread out. The powerful magic cast by the demigod mage had just revealed itself when it encountered its nemesis. Under the influence of this aura, the violent fire element obediently returned to nature.

The battle axe struck the dragon's retracted wing, producing a resounding clang. The bony club at the end of the dragon's tail struck Angus's leaping feet. The Orc, having landed a blow, used the dragon's counterattack to leap towards the top of the dragon's head.

Allen exerted force to press down the dragon's head. Before the dragon could regain its strength, Allen withdrew his sword. Halfway through the retraction, the fury in his arms surged, and he unleashed another Triple Wave.

The mastered Overpowering Smash and Devastating Critical Strike legendary feats had long become Allen's body's instinct. Even during ordinary attacks, he would automatically execute one of these two critical strike techniques. Although the Triple Wave sword technique was not complete due to insufficient force, it was far from its strongest momentum. However, this strike, containing triple force, struck the dragon's head. With a muffled thud, the dragon's flapping wings faltered, and its huge head shook and sank a few inches towards the ground.

Taking advantage of the recoil, Allen suddenly charged upwards, exchanging a glance with the almost level Orc Legendary Angus. Then, he threw several torn Enchantment spell scrolls onto himself, and after tilting his head back to drink a bottle of blood-red Fury Potion, he bent his knees and charged power in the void. At the moment he straightened, a surge of air vibration came from his legs, and Allen's body suddenly disappeared from Angus's sight.

Although this was the first time he had met this Bear Goblin powerhouse, Angus, seeing that the Bear Goblin was fighting human powerhouses, and having only exchanged a bold and frank glance with Allen, did not hesitate to descend from the sky and directly target the dragon, whose head was still dizzy from Allen's strike.

Swish, swish, swish!

At this time, Daniel's longbow was aimed at the two human figures thousands of meters away. The arrows, like a string of pearls, were powerful and heavy, constantly interfering with Lucas and Adler's incantations and prayers.

Above the sky, a huge dark cloud was slowly rising, and electric snakes began to stir in the clouds. The powerful spell Thunderous Wrath, jointly cast by the Orc spellcasters, was taking shape.

Golden light flashed in Adler's eyes, and his face revealed piety. He muttered for a long time, and when he finally opened his mouth again, a few words floated across the sky: "God says: Wherever my believers stand, that is the land covered by my divine authority."

A golden light descended from the sky, not only dispelling the dark clouds in the sky, but also causing the Orc spellcasters opposite to pale, obviously suffering from magical backlash. At the same time, the golden light continued to contract and converge, forming a pillar of light that directly enveloped Adler and Lucas.

Ding ding!

Thud!!!

The pillar of light trembled constantly, but it was as solid as a rock, deflecting several arrows. Allen, who suddenly appeared in front of Adler and Lucas, thrust his heavy sword deeply into the pillar of light for several inches, but in the end, the force was exhausted and could not advance any further.

Pfft!

The pillar of light directly returned to its original shape, and the Bone Cleaver was ejected. Allen twisted his right leg in the void, and the Bone Cleaver drew an arc behind him, then swept over again.

Thud!

The wind stirred, and the pillar of light dimmed a bit, but it still stood firm, sheltering Adler and Lucas.

Lucas clearly had complete trust in his companions. Even with Allen's imposing swordplay causing such a commotion around him, he remained calm and focused on casting his spell.

The tip of his oak staff glowed brilliantly once more, preparing to unleash the powerful 'Annihilation Light' spell that had previously blasted Allen dozens of miles away.

Seeing this, Allen's expression turned grave. Wielding the Bone Cleaver, still bearing the residue of the previous magic, he slammed it forcefully against the pillar of light, causing it to tremble. However, with Adler's powerful support, the light stubbornly held its ground before Allen.

In the distance, Daniel once again retrieved an expensive magic-breaking arrow from his dimensional pouch. He had already used one to help Allen earlier, and he usually hesitated to use such costly arrows. However, the situation with these two humans and a dragon clearly justified the expense.

He notched the arrow onto his longbow, his strong arms pulling the string and bow in opposite directions, creating a full crescent moon shape.

Whoosh!

The arrow vanished from the string, appearing almost instantly before the magnificent pillar of light.

Bang!

The immense force of the collision shattered the arrow into dust. Subtle energy clung to the light pillar, silently canceling out its power. The pillar dimmed visibly, eventually fading to a faint halo.

Fury surged through Allen's body, yet he still felt it wasn't enough. Driven by a sense of impending doom, Allen made a swift decision. He abandoned his grip on the sword hilt, reached into his dimensional pouch with his left hand, and pulled out a precious vial of dragon blood potion. He tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Boom!

The Flames of Wrath, which had rarely appeared on Allen's body since his advancement to demigod, erupted into a raging inferno as the dragon blood potion coursed through his veins, engulfing him completely.

The Bone Cleaver's blade surged with an even greater amount of Wrath energy. Flames of Wrath flickered across the blade and body of the sword. The two-finger-wide pit that had formed when Allen used it as a shield against the Annihilation Light even showed signs of melting, as if it were using its master's energy to repair and temper itself.

“Huff!”

Even with his demigod physique, Allen felt strained. The surging currents of Wrath energy coursing through his swollen veins battered against the resilient energy membranes of his blood vessels.

Wrath potions, Frenzy, Dragon Might, and now this dragon blood potion… With such buffs, Allen felt like a god descended, and nothing could stand in his way.

He raised the Bone Cleaver high, then, with a furious roar, brought it down in a decisive slash.

“Go!”

Deep within the vortex of Wrath, the Dust of Faith sensed its master's intent and spontaneously began to shine in the imperceptible planes. Countless motes of light accompanying the Dust of Faith began to spin clockwise, then vanished into the depths of the vortex's core, merging with the Wrath energy that was constantly being condensed and sublimated.

In the distant sky, the nascent star that had not yet fully formed suddenly erupted with streamers of solar flares, echoing Allen's attack in the Feynman World.

Lucas, reaching the final stages of his powerful, self-created spell, also sensed the anomaly just as Allen swung his sword. Without hesitation, the demigod mage pointed his pure white oak staff at Allen's leaping figure. The brilliant light at the staff's tip instantly transformed into a beam, connecting the oak staff to the hobgoblin.

… … … …

At the point where the legendary greatsword Bone Cleaver's blade met the 'Annihilation Light,' a spot of pure black formed, seemingly slowly but actually with incredible speed. It expanded visibly, quickly creating a pitch-black energy black hole in front of the blade.

Countless black lightning snakes writhed on the surface of the black hole as it tore apart the space of the Feynman World, which was then forcibly healed by the powerful laws of nature.

The creation of the black hole brought about an eerie silence. Even the intense battle between the dragon and the orcish legendary Angus, and the chanting of the spellcaster squads, were absorbed and devoured by the black hole. Everyone present felt as if their senses had been stripped away.

A dangerous aura emanated from the black hole, triggering a strong animalistic warning. Allen's heart pounded wildly, but as he tried to react, the Bone Cleaver in his hand and his entire body were frozen by the black hole. His desperate attempts to pull back and retreat seemed to unfold in slow motion.

Nearby, Lucas and Adler also sensed the danger. The divine tome, divine robe, mage robe, and dozens of jewels on their accessories lit up, activating their respective life-saving spells as they struggled to utter magical syllables.

Time seemed to slow down in the space, but this was actually a negative effect caused by the energy black hole's suppression of perception and spirit. In reality, Allen's attempt to retract his sword and Lucas's activation of their equipment's spells were no different from their usual combat movements.

The black hole expanded to a size of two meters, then contracted in the blink of an eye. Allen and Lucas felt a flash of darkness and light, and a massive cross-shaped band of light appeared before them.

One beam of pure white light pierced the heavens and the earth, while the other shot along the horizon in a direction parallel to the confrontation between Allen and Lucas.

The ground beneath Allen's feet for dozens of meters was torn asunder. Countless dust and rocks were directly annihilated, and even more dust, pulverized into powder, rose into the sky as a gray storm, forming a mushroom cloud several miles high as the light disappeared.

Allen, as a demigod, and the other legendary powerhouses not far from him, became like small boats in the storm, tossed about as they struggled to protect themselves. The rubble and debris that had been swept up from the ground became like hidden weapons with the power of seventh or eighth level spells. A single hit could be fatal.

The legendary powerhouses barely managed to survive in the chaos. Their armor and magic helped them withstand most of the storm and debris, but even the small portion that got through left deep marks on their bodies.

The unluckiest were the orcish spellcaster squads, who were actually a thousand meters away from the center of the explosion. Although they were the farthest from the battlefield, their weakness made it the most difficult for them to withstand the unparalleled energy storm.

The formations of the twenty-odd spellcasters were scattered when the mushroom cloud suddenly rose. Then, one by one, the orcish spellcasters were like fallen leaves in a flood, tossed about by the wind. Most were severely injured or even fatally struck by the debris carried by the storm, thrown dozens of miles away, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The pillar of light that extended along the horizon pierced a wide, perfectly circular hole several miles wide through the distant rolling hills, eventually disappearing beyond the horizon.