Green Monster Epic

The Maple Leaf Grand Hall's architecture was becoming increasingly majestic. On the white marble stone walls, bas-reliefs meticulously carved with images of the Father of the Oak and historical events recorded in the classics were full of artistic flair. Above the massive archway, stained-glass windows cast a kaleidoscope of colors, bathing the main hall in a sacred glow.

The floor was paved with amber-colored glazed tiles, making it feel as though one were walking on a mirror, causing people to unconsciously hold their breath, as if they had no privacy in the hall.

Flaminio, a half-elf paladin with half-dwarf and half-elf blood, resembling an elf but much more robust, walked with heavy, clanging footsteps, crossed the main hall, and slowly pushed open the door to Archbishop Oscar's hermitage.

"Flaminio, why didn't you knock?"

Oscar was sitting in the simple room, at a desk piled high with various documents. Facing the paladin Flaminio, who hadn't knocked, he looked up and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I have important matters to report."

Flaminio, who was always expressionless, had a hint of gravity on his face this time when he broke into Oscar's hermitage, causing Oscar to become serious.

"Speak then, what matter could move you so?"

"Our goblin followers in Green Lake Town report that a so-called 'Praise the Food God Society' is secretly spreading within their tribe."

"Praise the Food God Society??"

Oscar frowned slightly. He didn't know what kind of organization the Praise Society was, but he certainly knew who the Food God referred to.

"Yes, your subordinate suspects that someone in Green Lake Town is fueling the flames, trying to shape the image of the 'Food God' into a false god!!"

Flaminio said in a deep voice, stating his judgment. He had sensed this for some time.

The Oakleaf Cathedral had been preaching in Green Lake Town for many years. Although it had always been lukewarm, it had established a good foundation among the goblins.

It was with the help of these local goblin followers that the Cathedral's eyes and ears in the Greenwild Tribe were so keen. Although the Cathedral's overt members in Green Lake Town were only about a hundred, they were able to clearly understand every movement in Green Lake Town.

More than half a month ago, during worship and prayers in the main hall, devout followers secretly told the officiating priests about the 'Praise the Food God Society' that was spreading in Green Lake Town.

After receiving this news, the priest immediately reported it to the paladin Flaminio, who was in charge of the Cathedral's specific affairs. Flaminio immediately felt that something was wrong and quickly ordered his subordinates to step up the search for information about the 'Praise the Food God Society'.

Now, after gathering the information, Flaminio felt he had a general understanding and quickly found Oscar to report.

"Are you being too sensitive??"

The definition of a false god was a very serious matter for all church organizations, after all, this concerned the power of faith and the cornerstone of the gods' strength. Upon hearing this bombshell news, Oscar's face immediately became serious and earnest.

"You must know that in recent years, the Magic Chef and Magic Cuisine have become very popular, and many people must have heard of the so-called 'Food God' associated with them. But when it comes down to it, we in the birthplace of the story see more clearly than most what this Food God is. It's really just people's praise for Allen and the delicious foods he invented and created!!"

"Perhaps this so-called 'Praise the Food God Society' is just a bunch of food lovers, doing some boring things in private."

If there really was a 'Praise the Food God Society', then its true target was obvious. As an existence living under someone else's roof, Oscar had to be cautious and careful when dealing with matters involving Allen, the bear goblin.

This was not only because of the friendship between Oscar and Allen but also from the perspective of being the Cathedral's person in charge of Green Lake Town.

Allen, the bear goblin, was no longer the tribal leader who needed to rely on the Oakleaf Cathedral and depend on it. On the contrary, the Oakleaf Cathedral now relied more on the support of the Greenwild Tribe in the Northern Territory to stabilize its preaching and promote the glory of the Father of the Oak among the various tribes of the Northern Territory.

The Kator Three-Tribe Alliance, formed around the Greenwild Tribe, was stable and firm, far more reliable than the alliances between other tribes in the wilderness. It could almost be regarded as an integrated existence. With the addition of the three tribes' current members, the population had reached nearly a million, barely considered a super tribe.

On this basis, because the three tribes gave up the right to independently develop the eastern foothills of the Kator Mountains, the resulting Thorns Ring organization, formed from this benefit, was also very stable in its unity. Although it was not as close as the alliance of their three tribes, it was comparable to the tribal alliances of the same god-belief camp in the wilderness, and even more closely knit.

Under Allen's management, the Northern Territory had faintly become a force not to be ignored in the wilderness. In addition to the influence brought by Allen's promotion to demigod, the Mansa Alliance Council, which had previously been dismissive of the Northern Territory, now dared not blatantly deduct the benefits and support they deserved.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I know your concerns, so I wouldn't have reported this matter to you if I didn't have full confidence."

Flaminio also had a look of sternness, with a grave expression in his eyes.

As the Cathedral high-ranking officer who first discovered the existence of the 'Praise the Food God Society', Flaminio had already been thinking about the possible impact of this matter in his mind while confirming the credibility of these information sources. The problems that Oscar was worried and concerned about were actually what Flaminio himself had been thinking about these days. However, after thinking about it, he had no way to solve the predicament. The only thing he could do was to report this matter to Oscar, perhaps the strong men of the church would have a better solution.

"According to our cautious investigation, this 'Praise the Food God Society' false god organization is widely distributed in the Greenwild Tribe, and its actions are very meticulous. If it weren't for our goblin followers in Greenwild reporting, our Cathedral's own intelligence system would basically be unable to detect it."

"In this regard, there is excellent corroboration in tracing the establishment time of the organization. According to an in-depth investigation of the organization's members, while creating disappearance events for its followers and then interrogating them, it was learned that this Praise Society had existed in the Greenwild Tribe for decades."

"... Organize this information, and I will take it back to Mansa City tonight to discuss countermeasures with His Holiness the Pope and the others."

Oscar's heart was heavy. He had personally witnessed Allen, the hobgoblin, reach his current position. If the latter was truly preparing to become a pseudo-god like a Demon Lord, Oscar believed his end would not be pleasant.

Even if the Oak Council, out of friendship with Allen, turned a blind eye and allowed the hobgoblin's actions, the other churches of the nature pantheon and their gods would not let him off.

No matter how powerful the Green Field Tribe was, it could not contend with the power of the nature pantheon, which had continued for tens of thousands of years. The recent example was the demigod Black Guard who had been assassinated.

"I'm ready," Flamenco replied in a deep voice, taking out a thick ledger from his dimensional pouch. It seemed he had put in a lot of effort to obtain solid evidence.

"In that case, I'll set off for Mansha City now. You keep an eye on things here."

Taking the notebook and flipping through a few pages, Oscar saw that most of it recorded the names, occupations, and other information of the goblins in the Green Field Tribe who worshiped the Food God. Although Oscar was still unwilling to believe Allen's actions, there were too many names in the notebook, so Flamenco wouldn't fabricate it.

"But you have to be careful. During my absence, withdraw all the people monitoring and investigating the Food God. Except for daily receptions of believers and handling the illnesses of the faithful in the chapel, put everything else on hold."

"Remember not to let the goblins notice anything unusual."

"Yes."

Oscar, the legendary druid who had just returned from the Tagan Desert and was preparing to rest for a while, quietly transformed into a giant eagle less than half a day after returning to Green Lake Town, and disappeared into the sky once more.

Green Lake Town was still bustling as usual, with merchants and students from various races coming and going in an endless stream. No one noticed or realized Oscar's departure.

… … … …

In the church district of Mansha City's southern district, the temple belonging to the nature god O'Heir was magnificent and grand. The buildings, completely covered with glazed tiles, shone brilliantly from afar.

The interior of the temple was also very luxurious. The dome was covered with gold leaf, and the light shining through the bright skylights was reflected by the gold leaf, illuminating the entire inner hall with a golden hue.

Pious believers and priests in earth-yellow robes came and went. Some prayed, some worshiped, and others were confessing their past sins to the on-duty priests next to the confessional, seeking the forgiveness of the gods.

The further in one went, the sparser the figures became, and the environment became more serene. Apart from occasional patrols by teams of warriors and paladins in full armor, it was difficult to see any other unrelated figures.

Deep inside the inner hall, within a room protected by a magic shield, a shimmering white light flickered, and there were traces of figures projected on the windows.

"… … This matter is of unknown truth, and its credibility is not high."

"… … Moreover, it came from the mouths of humans. It is highly likely that humans deliberately released false information in order to provoke the unity of my wilderness."

In the study of Saint Quentin, the pontiff of the nature church, seven or eight high-level church officials were sitting in a circle, engaging in a heated discussion.

The focus of the discussion was some absurd content leaked by a legendary powerhouse team of humans during a chase some time ago.

Lucas, the human demigod mage, and his group, when returning to the human kingdom southward, eventually leaked their traces and were pursued by a team of legendary and above powerhouses jointly formed by the Mansha Alliance and the nature god court.

Of the eight-member human team, only half were able to escape back to the border, and the other four were completely left in the Mansha wilderness.

Why this team appeared in the wilderness, and why they went to the northern border, it is said that when their traces were discovered, there were also strong elves of the Elven Kingdom. The secrets hidden in this had to be taken seriously by the alliance's high-level officials and church forces.

It was a pity that the human strongmen did not leave any clues, and although the elves in the northern border also suffered some losses, the specific reasons for their contact with the humans were still unknown.

It wasn't until a few years after this incident ended that the human demigod Lucas suddenly sent someone to send a letter to the nature church, informing them of the purpose of their appearance in the wilderness and the reasons and significance of joining forces with the elves. This immediately caused a commotion among the high-level officials of the nature church.

The purpose of today's gathering in this study is to discuss the authenticity of the content of this letter sent by humans.

"If this hobgoblin Allen has indeed obtained the inheritance of the Father of the Oak, then the Oak Council will not be so calm now, and must protect and cultivate the hobgoblin under the guise of pretense."

Bishop Brown of the Punishment Court, a battle priest with clear and wise eyes, analyzed the contents of the letter on the desk in a deep voice: "Also, the Ranger Church and the New Sprout Church, they seem to be too calm, and they have not sent members to the Green Field Tribe."

"How can the two Mianxia, the Goddess of New Sprouts and the Goddess of Rangers, be the blood of the Father of the Oak? If Father of the Oak Mianxia has left behind an inheritance or backhand, it is impossible for the two of them not to know, and there is no action."

"This is also what I don't understand."

Saint Quentin, a saint with white hair but no signs of aging, wearing a golden crown inlaid with countless glittering gems, and a light yellow divine robe with a touch of divine light flashing from time to time and disappearing, just leaning casually on the wooden chair behind the desk in the study, his seemingly unremarkable appearance constantly attracted people's attention, as if there was always a majestic and holy halo around his body, but if you look closely, you will find nothing.

Frowning slightly, gently fiddling with the letter written to him on the desk, Saint Quentin always felt that there were too many contradictions and doubts in the content above.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he and the subordinates in front of the desk did not dare to be careless. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of this happening, they had to be prepared and respond.

The glory of the God of Nature can have today's glory, which is also due to the sudden sleep of the Father of the Oak. Nearly half of their current sphere of influence comes from everything that the Oak Council once had. If the Father of the Oak really left a backhand, then Saint Quentin and the preachers who follow the God of Nature must suppress and prevent this matter for the sake of the interests and power of their main god.

"Isn't this fellow Philimon the chief priest of the North? Bring him in for questioning. He should have noticed something more or less."

Another crisp voice sounded, one of the only two female figures in the field, the legendary priest Greta.

"… …"