Green Monster Epic

Chapter 747: Prayer

“Gourmet Creator, Supreme All-Knowing Lord, your humble believer offers you the most sincere praise, may You…”

“…A major event has recently occurred in Green Lake Town. The elven army has suddenly invaded the Greenwild Plains and is encroaching upon our Green Lake Town…”

“…The enemy is powerful, and a demigod mage has appeared. The invading army is over ten thousand strong…”

“…After intense discussions, the town has finally agreed to Elder Albard's suggestion to proactively attack and resist the enemy at the front lines of Mustang Slope…”

In a quiet chamber, the earth goblin Zelong knelt before the obsidian statue of the Food God, devoutly praying and reporting the recent events in Green Lake Town to Allen, who was far away.

Although the Food God Society had begun to strategize and absorb more of the clan's core members, matters involving high-level movements were still somewhat slow to reach them. Kohan, Ruwa, and the other goblins knew roughly about the town's mobilization of warriors into the army the first night, but the specific reasons for conscripting warriors to form an army were only gradually revealed to Kohan and the others after the army was largely formed and Albard and the others had made their decision.

By the time the detailed information was compiled in Zelong's hands and reported to Allen, who was listening to his prayer, the battle at the distant Mustang Slope had already begun and was in full swing.

Allen had just completed the handover with the demigod assassin Marvin and began his fifty-year duty of guarding the area. Apart from the occasional visits from legendary powerhouses and tribal envoys in the first half-year, Allen, feeling bored and unwilling to receive guests, simply activated the closed-door cultivation mode and stayed in the new castle built for him by the alliance.

Although he didn't come out, Allen didn't miss any external intelligence. The intelligence network that the tribe had spread out through channels such as 'Allen' noodles over the years continuously gathered the latest news into his hands.

However, Allen was more concerned about the news from the Greenwild Tribe. Although he had left the tribe, half of his heart remained there.

Every night, his first and only priest completed the long-distance information transmission through prayer. After it reached Mansa City, Allen never missed it. This time, it was only around noon when Allen sensed a strong prayer intention calling out. As he quickly entered meditation and entered the sea of consciousness, he saw Zelong kneeling on the ground, looking solemn and a little nervous, reporting the major events happening in the tribe to him.

“...These damn guys!!!”

Allen's heart couldn't help but twitch a few times, and a raging flame instantly filled his body, burning wildly.

“Report the battlefield situation at any time, I will return soon!!”

Suppressing his impulse, Allen patiently listened to Zelong's detailed report on the town's plans, army mobilization, and other situations. Then, his magnificent divine will resounded in Zelong's mind.

“Understood!!”

“Let the Food God Society do its best to help appease the townspeople and assist the town's management. …If the situation is irreversible, do everything possible to protect the clansmen and abandon Green Lake Town.”

“Understood.”

“Also…”

Thoughts flashed quickly. Allen gave instructions to Zelong and the others through divine thought communication. After retracting his divine thought, he only felt a wave of fatigue sweeping over his heart. Although divine thought communication was convenient, it also had considerable side effects, which was that it consumed a lot of Allen's own mental power. After all, there was never a free ability in this world.

However, Allen didn't have time to rest now. Feeling restless, he stood up from the meditation cushion and paced back and forth in the study. After more than ten minutes, he finally opened the door and quietly left his castle.

Although Allen now bore the responsibility of guarding the safety of Mansa City, it wasn't as if he couldn't leave the city at all. After all, a demigod didn't have to be imprisoned. Generally, as long as the time spent leaving the city wasn't too long, such as within half a year, demigods were actually free to come and go, and didn't even need to report to the city guard of Mansa City.

Allen was anxious. Although he knew very well that even if he rushed back now, he might not be able to resolve the crisis in Green Lake Town. For a demigod as powerful as Allen, the journey of nearly twenty thousand miles would take at least eight to ten days, and that would be if he flew all the way at the expense of his anger.

But this was obviously unrealistic. If too much anger was consumed, and he encountered any sudden accidents or dangers, then although Allen wouldn't be captured without resistance, his combat power would inevitably be reduced by more than half, which was not in line with his usual cautious character.

Even if he eventually rushed back as quickly as possible, the things that were going to happen in eight days would have already happened. The only thing Allen could do after returning might be to clean up the mess and re-gather the scattered clansmen in the Greenwild Plains.

At this time, Allen hated the elves who suddenly appeared. He and the Greenwild Tribe had never provoked the Elven Emperor. First, an elven powerhouse suddenly cooperated with humans to assassinate him, and then an entire elven army suddenly appeared to invade. How could they be so arrogant??

But in addition to resentment, Allen couldn't help but sink into contemplation. Did the other party's actions towards Greenwild mean that they would have major actions in the wilderness? Was another great war about to happen?

Thinking of these things, Allen's already heavy mood was suddenly filled with countless shadows.

After speeding for three days, when the anger in his body was consumed to about 50%, Allen landed on the ground and ran wildly on his legs. When the anger that spontaneously circulated and recovered in his body was completely full again, Allen once again ascended to the sky and flew north all the way, again and again, just to be able to return to the tribe as soon as possible.

After surveying the sky, Allen once again landed on the unfamiliar hills under his feet. There were vigilant small animals in the sparse vegetation, who seemed to have noticed the strange visitor and quickly hid in their burrows. There were also birds between the branches, tilting their heads through the dense leaves, whispering and grooming their feathers.

After swinging his limbs in turn, the long-term high-intensity running had caused even a demigod's body to feel somewhat uncomfortable. The muscles had a faint ache, and the brain consciousness was like a rubber band that had been stretched for too long, reminding Allen that it was time to rest.

However, Allen didn't care about the slight discomfort in his body. Now, every minute he could gain might mean a life for a tribe member. How could he afford to delay it!!

Downing a bottle of bitter stamina recovery potion, Allen looked for a direction, and then once again strode forward, shuttling through the thorny jungle.

Just as Allen leaped without hesitation from a cliff over ten meters high, a subtle magical fluctuation suddenly emanated from the surrounding space.

By the time Allen's scattered and somewhat sluggish mental tendrils detected something amiss, his rage-fueled body was already soaring into the sky, but just as he ascended to a thousand meters, a tough, transparent barrier closed in overhead, trapping him firmly within the Mists.

Assassination! Assassination!!

Are there no other methods in this world??

Allen roared silently in his heart.

It had been less than a few years since his last assassination attempt, and the number of assassination attempts he had experienced in his life could not be counted on two hands.

The moment he saw the Mists rise, Allen understood that he had once again been schemed against.

As for who exactly was plotting against him, it was not the most important thing in the current situation.

Standing upside down on the shield at the top of the Mists, Allen looked down at the ground.

Soon, a series of fiercely burning fireballs shot from behind the rolling hills towards the position where Allen was.

At the same time, throwing spears and axes whistled shrilly, converging on Allen from three or four directions, sealing off the space around him.

Close behind were seven or eight legendary or higher-level powerhouses wearing bronze masks and leather hoods, aggressively attacking Allen.

…

Crouching down, Allen suddenly exerted force on the barrier, causing a ripple to form in the transparent shield.

At the same time, Allen's body shot towards the massive chain of fireballs like a cannonball, without dodging.

The Rune of Disruption instantly activated, forming an energy saw blade that vibrated at a high frequency on the sword's edge.

Allen slashed at the fireballs as he plunged downwards.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!!!

Four or five fireballs in a line violently spewed flames in all directions, engulfing Allen's figure and temporarily causing the assassins following behind to lose track of him.

Only the axes and throwing spears plunged into the sea of fire without hesitation.

The movements of the several powerhouses slowed slightly as they stared intently at the sea of fire rising tens of meters in front of them, gradually contracting inwards.

Whoosh!!

An invisible energy suddenly pierced a large hole, about a meter in diameter, in the sea of fire.

Almost at the same time, one of the assassins looked shocked and suddenly leaned his heavy battle-axe in front of him.

Clang!!!!

The bear-faced masked assassin, who was over two meters tall and wielding a battle-axe, heard a light clang from his axe.

Then, his body was struck heavily and slammed directly into the ground.

Crack crack crack ~ ~ ~

Thump!!

The dense jungle on the hillside was devastated, and a heavy thud mingled with the sound of breaking trees.

Suddenly, a large pit over ten meters wide appeared on the hillside.

Allen's body shot out, and with a successful first strike, his figure split into five.

He pushed the Rippling Steps to their limit, splitting into five directions to target each of the assassins and charged.

The fate of their companion did not elicit sympathy from the remaining seven assassins.

They had been concentrating and waiting for Allen's attack since the moment he launched his instant kill.

When the five phantoms attacked from different directions, although they could not immediately distinguish Allen's true form, the seven assassins tacitly converged in one place, echoing each other and staring only at the nearest two or three phantoms.

Puff! Puff!

Puff!!

The other party misjudged, and Allen's true form was not in any of the phantoms.

By the time everyone reacted and re-locked onto Allen's true form, he had already taken advantage of this opportunity to head straight for the trio of casters on the ground.

The three casters had different classes.

One of them, who appeared to be a cleric, wore a solemn human-like mask and quickly flipped through the divine book in his hand.

A one-handed staff also twirled in the void, and a sacred aura slowly enveloped the three of them, which was a legendary divine spell—Divine Protection.

Just before the Divine Protection spell was completed, another caster, who was short and somewhat hunched, opened his mouth first.

A streak of crimson fire spewed out from the small opening in the mask and quickly expanded, colliding with Allen, who was charging forward.

It was a Dragon Bloodline Sorcerer.

The sea of fire once again enveloped Allen's figure, and scorching heat ravaged around Allen's body.

Just before the flames touched him, Allen simultaneously unleashed his Rage Flame outside his body, preparing to withstand this Dragon Breath spell, which had at least the power of an eighth-level spell.

Another caster pressed his hand on the ground, and a faint glow permeated into the ground.

The plants within a hundred meters began to squirm rhythmically and slowly merged together, seemingly brewing some huge creature.

Rage Skill - Activate!!

Black Dragon Scale Armor's inherent Dragon Force spell - Activate!!

The rage within his body formed wave after wave, washing back and forth through the energy-woven blood vessels.

A massive amount of rage poured into the Bone Splitter's blade, emitting a dazzling light.

Open the Sky!!

“Roar!!!!”

Allen vented endless dissatisfaction and resentment in his mouth.

All emotions were intertwined in this one sword.

A thin streak of light bloomed from the center of the sea of fire.

The seemingly vast and terrifying raging flames poured back in the instant the light was generated, and struck towards the three figures on the ground.

The Divine Protection spell had just been generated, and happened to block the remaining flames of the Dragon Breath.

However, as the crimson divine light transformed from the Bone Splitter in Allen's hand fell, the legendary-level spell shield, which was said to be able to block all damage in the world, was shaken and on the verge of collapse under this one strike.

"Divine Power???"

The cleric struggled to maintain the shield, which was less than a meter above his head and still compressing, and asked in shock and surprise.

The other two companions beside him were also saving themselves, each casting other spells to add to themselves.

After hearing these two words from their companion, their casting actions stopped instantly, but soon resumed, only with a few more complex emotions in their eyes as they stared at Allen.

“Open for me!!”

A strong wind rushed from behind, obviously the seven assassins had already arrived behind him to rescue their companions.

However, Allen remained unmoved.

The violent rage continued to pour into the Bone Splitter.

The rage vortex that sensed Allen's will, and the mysterious seed of faith within the vortex, were also spinning crazily at this time.

Mysterious energy spewed out from the faith and merged into the rage that was constantly being condensed by the rage vortex, forming a new force similar to rage, but seemingly completely different.

Crack crack crack ~ ~ ~

In the horrified eyes of the three casters, a crack appeared on the thin-as-cicada-wings light of the Divine Protection shield, and then a spider web quickly covered the entire shield.

Boom!!!!!

Tzz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The energy surged into the sky, forming magic tide-like existences, sweeping back and forth through the covered hills.