Green Monster Epic

Clang!!!

Having transformed into a dark green, hollowed-out blood figure, with a foul stench emanating from his body, Allen couldn't even lift the heavy sword he had wielded for years.

He carelessly dropped it onto the uneven ground.

Not a single plant around him survived.

Even the animals and insects hidden deep underground were turned over with the soil, buried deep below, and it was unknown when they would grow again.

The group of powerful enemies who had been besieging Allen had now vanished without a trace, but that didn't mean they had escaped.

Just looking at the faint, magic-resonating Mistslock barrier faintly visible in the sky above, one would know that these fellows couldn't possibly escape.

Perhaps, someone with keen eyes could spot chunks of flesh, limbs of varying sizes, or pools of reeking blood in the overturned soil, finding traces of some legendary being who had once been there.

Right now, Allen was clearly so weak that he was even inferior to an ordinary goblin, yet no legendary figure appeared to assassinate him during such a great opportunity.

The result was naturally very clear: this group of assassins who ambushed and assassinated the bear goblin had ultimately been slaughtered by him alone.

This victory for Allen could be considered fortunate, perhaps favored by the goddess of luck, but it wasn't entirely luck, because he had actually done a lot of homework in what seemed like a reckless and headstrong battle.

The stroke of luck was that Allen initially only sought to eliminate the spellcasters who posed the greatest threat to him, but he didn't expect that one of the three spellcasters would be a demigod druid, who should have been the main force restraining and dealing with Allen.

The opponent underestimated Allen's strength and overestimated their supposedly strongest protective divine magic.

The demigod druid didn't even have time to make an effective response before being severely injured by Allen, which greatly reduced the strength of the team that was supposed to restrain and wear down Allen.

The part that wasn't luck, however, was that Allen had kept a trump card even in the most critical moments, and when the opponent's true killing intent emerged, Allen immediately fought back with his life.

The reason for judging that there were still hidden powerhouses in the enemy's team was that Allen had personally experienced the assassination of a demigod, and at the same time, he knew too much about the preparations for such assassinations.

As the saying goes, long illness makes the patient a doctor.

Allen had experienced too many assassinations in his life, and with his cautious character, he would naturally often examine and reflect on how to deal with various assassination techniques.

Among the assassins, the one that Allen found most unforgettable, and also the one that various forces liked to use the most, was the several branches of the Shadow Kin.

The Shadow Kin pursue the path of assassins, always advocating a one-hit kill, which can ensure the probability of a successful assassination, and also maximize their own safety factor.

But to do this is very difficult, especially against powerhouses above the legendary level.

These beings have a physical strength and tenacity of life far exceeding ordinary intelligent species, and can be said to be another kind of higher-dimensional species.

Therefore, when facing such powerful enemies, the Shadow Kin often strike with thunderous force, directly hitting vital points, even if they cannot immediately take the opponent's life, they can also severely damage most of their strength.

Allen had pondered and studied for many years, and with his absolute control over his body, he had developed many small skills, just to have a little more chance of survival when he had to fight with his life one day.

For example, just now, the demigod assassin suddenly emerged from behind, striking at his temple with one blow and aiming at his heart with another.

The short sword that stabbed at his head was narrowly avoided by Allen, but the short sword that stabbed at his back was something Allen couldn't avoid.

Or rather, Allen didn't even think about avoiding it at the time.

He had intentionally revealed a flaw to lure out the calm killer who might be hiding in the shadows.

As expected, the opponent fell for the trick, and Allen used his absolute physical control to forcibly shift his heart to his right chest before the short sword pierced his left chest, and with the few centimeters he desperately moved, he ultimately prevented his opponent from destroying his source of life.

And he took advantage of the opportunity when his opponent stabbed into his chest to grab the opponent's left hand, never giving the opponent a chance to use Shadow Leap.

Then, relying on his natural power suppression, Allen tore the opponent's body apart, cleanly taking the opponent's life.

What seemed easy and simple, just a short exchange of one or two breaths, was actually dancing on the tip of a knife.

Allen was betting his own life against the opponents who ambushed him.

After the two demigods were killed by Allen, Allen became more calm when facing the remaining legendary warriors.

Even though he himself had been wounded and exhausted in several life-and-death battles, and had also been poisoned by the short sword in the hand of the demigod assassin, the poison was constantly eroding and destroying his powerful body, and his strength was reduced to a very low state.

What followed was a battle of attrition.

Anyway, Allen could crush any single legendary powerhouse simply by relying on his powerful physical strength, which meant that the opponent's encirclement could not work on Allen.

While fighting, he frantically poured potions and healing scrolls, while waiting for the Rage skill to cool down.

Allen then broke through these legendary figures one by one, thereby annihilating this group of legendary figures trapped in the Mistslock.

Obviously, the mastermind behind this assassination event should be one of the three spellcasters who were strangled by Allen at the beginning, and the key道具 to open the Mistslock was also handled by these three spellcasters.

Therefore, after Allen solved the two main demigod forces, even if the remaining legendary powerhouses wanted to terminate the encirclement of the Mistslock, they became the prey trapped by the Mistslock because they couldn't find the important 道具 to open the Mistslock for a while.

After a whole day and night of long fighting, Allen completed the killing of the enemy before exhausting his last bit of strength.

As the last legendary assassin who was playing hide-and-seek with him was beheaded, Allen was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and safely enjoy the joy of victory.

Again, he poured a bottle of precious high-level antidote into his mouth, feeling the cool breath slowly flowing in his body.

Allen lost his balance and fell to sit on the soft soil that had been ravaged countless times.

The chest was still empty, and through the hole, one could still see a fist-sized heart beating hard, providing Allen with the energy of life.

On the left side of the heart, buds were constantly squirming, and Allen's body instinctively squeezed all the energy to repair the damaged heart.

Looking at the sturdy Mistslock barrier in the sky, the existence that had previously bound his freedom had now become Allen's safest haven.

He closed his eyes with peace of mind, and Allen quickly entered into meditation to recover.

I don't know how long it has passed, anyway, as the scorching sun of the new day shone on his head, Allen, feeling the selfless care of the source of all things, slowly opened his eyes.

The poison was temporarily suppressed, at least it would no longer erode his vitality. Although the trickle of energy was not as surging as at its peak, it was stable and tenacious, transforming into strands of energy to nourish and open up the blocked and torn blood vessel walls.

Gently clenching his fist, the anger transmitted by the muscles and blood was still weak. Allen's current strength was probably less than ten percent of his peak. If there was another similar assassination, then he would absolutely have no chance of survival.

Subsequently, Allen got up again and flew into the high sky, constantly wandering in the space within this several-mile radius, searching for various spoils of war that he had not had time to collect earlier.

Apart from the two spellcasters whose corpses were gone, not much useful stuff was left behind. Even the dimensional equipment was turned into nothingness by Allen's devastatingly powerful, divinely inspired move. There were only some tattered fragments of robes and a broken legendary staff left.

On the other hand, the eight remaining legendary warriors left behind quite a lot of things. Apart from those things that could only be considered materials that Allen destroyed in the battle, there were more than a dozen pieces of legendary equipment alone, especially various legendary weapons, which made Allen, who had never been very interested in external objects, couldn't help but put on a bright smile when he picked up the equipment.

Not to mention the dimensional equipment carried by several legendary warriors. Although several pieces of dimensional equipment were damaged, and the materials inside were estimated to have fallen into the endless starry sky, the various materials and treasures in the remaining five pieces of dimensional equipment were also dazzling, enough to be exchanged for a large fortune outside.

Of course, the most precious things were those on the two demigods. Compared to Allen, a young junior who had only been promoted to demigod for a few decades, the two demigods he killed were old turtles who had lived for at least a thousand years. Whether it was the equipment on their bodies or the objects treasured in their dimensional equipment, they were all carefully selected and extremely precious.

With the things Allen had collected in his hands now, it was probably not even a tenth of the value of the treasures of these two大佬, no wonder Allen was so badly injured now, but he couldn't hide the joy from the bottom of his heart.

He happily stroked a pair of demigod short swords. The sword body, made entirely of some special crystal, revealed a crystal-clear luster. Although some kind of venom smeared on it added a bit of dark and eerie dark green, one could still see strands of subtle energy flowing.

It's just a pity that he was used to greatswords, and he didn't have much experience with daggers and short swords. In addition, the legendary expertise he had honed didn't match short weapons, otherwise he could have kept it by his side for self-defense.

He carefully found a wooden box to pack the pair of short swords, put them in his dimensional bag, and then the smile on Allen's face gradually faded, and he refocused his attention on the pile of殘屍 on the ground, his eyes becoming uncertain.

The bronze masks and wooden masks on the faces of the corpses where heads could still be found were all taken off. Among them, the faces of several legendary corpses were somewhat familiar, like members of several tribes in the south-central part of the alliance.

Allen constantly searched his memory. These tribes and the Green Field Tribe and himself seemed to have no connection in the past. Everyone had always been living their own lives, so why would they appear here and participate in the assassination attempt against him?

As for the remaining two demigod heads, Allen carefully observed the demigod assassin for a long time, and confirmed that there was no such person in the wilderness, at least not among the wilderness powerhouses that Allen knew.

However, the other party's face clearly had the bloodline of elves. Could it be that he was sent by the Elven Kingdom in the north? Considering the invasion that the tribe was currently encountering, Allen did not rule out this possibility.

When Allen finally pieced together the broken head of the demigod druid, looking at this unfamiliar face that seemed to have been seen somewhere, Allen tried hard to recall and browse through the sealed memories, until he overlapped the face of this troll druid with a fleeting face in his memory, the fog in Allen's heart was suddenly blown away.

During the Centennial Competition of the Wilderness Alliance decades ago, the face of this troll druid, as a representative of the temple, seemed to have flashed in front of Allen. Now that he thought about it, this inconspicuous demigod was accompanied by several priests of the Church of Nature, although the contact time was short, Allen still had to associate him with the Church of Nature.

Being able to mobilize the legendary cooperation of several tribes in the wilderness, and at the same time be able to quietly detect his whereabouts and set up such a dangerous ambush, in the wilderness, apart from the power of the temple, I am afraid there is no other.

Even the strongest Pale Night Kobold Tribe in the wilderness probably doesn't have the confidence to invite two demigods to take action. The price to be paid for this is not simple.

Thinking back to that year, when he joined the Oak Church and was asked by the other party for a certificate of allegiance, so he participated in the assassination of the ogre demigod Black Guard, such a lesson from the past was placed in front of Allen, so when he recalled the picture of this troll demigod, he became more and more certain of this idea in his heart.

At this time, thinking carefully about the tribes behind these familiar legendary faces, they also seemed to be close to the Church of Nature and joined its camp, which further confirmed the relationship between this assassination and the Church of Nature.

Pa! ! !

The pieced-together head of the demigod troll was directly crushed by Allen's foot, and red and white things splashed everywhere. The bear goblin demigod with a gloomy face then used the same method to destroy the heads of other legendary corpses in the field, leaving only some useful flesh and blood, spine, etc. into the dimensional bag.

Even if Allen's heart was filled with endless killing intent at this time, and he was extremely angry at the Church of Nature's actions, and wanted to make a retaliatory act, his reason was constantly reminding him that he and the Green Field Tribe did not have any qualifications to find trouble with the Church of Nature.

Since he can't tear his face with the other party and seek revenge, in the situation where the other party has lost two demigods and legendary powerhouses of affiliated tribes, Allen's most rational approach now is to pretend that nothing has happened, neither to complain to the alliance, nor to find someone to settle accounts.

As long as he doesn't tell about this assassination attempt, then presumably the principals of the Church of Nature are unlikely to take the initiative to reveal this matter, even if they will inevitably hate him to the bone because of the loss of two demigods.

No matter what, the Mansha Alliance is an independent existence. Although the alliance needs to rely on the power of the temple in many things to resist the four behemoths of the surrounding two continents.

Assassinating the demigod patriarch of the alliance, if this matter is exposed, I am afraid it will have a great negative impact on the Natural Temple's control of the alliance.