Green Monster Epic

“…May the Lord be with you!!”

“Thank you, my Lord!!”

The short earth goblin, Norman, placed his right hand on the shoulder of the devoutly kneeling female earth goblin, Paula, maintaining a solemn expression as he led her in prayer to the great God of Food.

After slowly finishing, Norman reopened his eyes, a look of approval on his face. The faith of this magnetic earth goblin seemed very firm. During the prayer, Norman could clearly feel the sincere gratitude and love for the great God of Food emanating from her tone.

On the contrary, he himself, suddenly transferred from the prosperous and familiar Green Lake Town to the budding Mustang Slope to preach and preside over the overall situation, although he also had the opportunity to be promoted to a divine official because of this, Norman still had some complaints in his heart.

After all, he had been operating in Green Lake Town for more than ten years, developing dozens of households of believers, and promoting more than a dozen divine servants. Now that he had suddenly changed his jurisdiction, these resources were probably no longer available.

Moreover, Mustang Slope was a much harsher living environment compared to Green Lake Town. The surrounding air was shrouded in an indescribable aura all year round, and at the same time, he had to endure the non-stop howling and crowing of livestock and poultry from morning till night.

Especially during the mating season, the male livestock that were in heat not only howled loudly, but also had violent tempers. Anyone passing by would be attacked by these guys if they were not careful, either kicked by their hind hooves or rammed by their big heads. Every year, many goblins were injured because of this, becoming the laughing stock of others.

Not to mention the last war with the elves, the entire town living area of Mustang Slope was devastated. Now, living houses and defensive works had to be rebuilt. With a great loss of population, both grazing and finding laborers for construction had to be taken care of, so the progress was naturally slow.

And like Norman, who on the surface migrated from Green Lake Town, wanting to find a job, had to pretend to work on the construction site during the day, and carefully walk among the believers at night, preaching. Only Norman, as the person involved, could understand this hardship.

Shaking his head, he suppressed the dissatisfied emotions in his heart, and couldn't help but confess his gathering to the great God of Food. Then, Norman solemnly instructed Paula a few words, reminding her of the things to pay attention to after being promoted to a divine servant.

It was said that the God of Food Association had changed its new leader, and the change in his position and authority came from the hand of this new leader. Not only him, but the positions of most members of the association had been changed, and their authority had also undergone great changes.

For example, before this, families with difficulties in registering with the association would be given some living materials every once in a while, which were originally distributed by the grassroots divine servants. But now, the distribution of materials has all been handed over to the independently established charity, no longer going through the hands of the grassroots of the preaching court.

Also, the power to promote and elevate grassroots members of the preaching court is no longer controlled by the preaching court itself, but a Holy Office has been specially established to examine the list of candidates reported by the preaching court, and the final decision is the power of the Holy Office.

Moreover, the Holy Office also has the power to supervise illegal activities, and is responsible for supervising and investigating members of departments under the God of Food Association. This time, many divine servants and priests at the grassroots level of the God of Food Association have been removed from their positions, and they have also disappeared. It is said that this was done by the Inspectorate under the Holy Office.

Just now, Norman's blessing for Paula's inauguration benefited from this inspection action of the Inspectorate. Many divine servants and priests at the grassroots level who violated the teachings disappeared, and this group of goblin believers was promoted from the cultivated newcomers.

Norman himself actually benefited a lot. He, who had been promoted to priest early, was neither high nor low in the God of Food Association. Now, being transferred to Mustang Slope was his chance to truly step into the middle level of the association.

First, after that war, the original organizational structure of Mustang Slope basically no longer existed. Many believers and主管 priests died in the battlefield at that time, which was just right for Norman to rebuild his team.

Secondly, the new leader re-delineated the preaching scope of the four divisions under the preaching court in a meticulous manner. Except for the two tribal towns of Green Lake and Namur Fortress, the various satellite town organizations surrounding Green Lake Town were independent. Although they were still under the jurisdiction of the highest chief priest of the four divisions, they would have more autonomy in their respective towns.

Each town after independence will be matched with three to six divine officials, as well as a chief priest in charge of daily emergencies, according to the number of believers.

Although the current Mustang Slope cannot be said to be a blank sheet of paper, it is not far from it. Because there are not enough believers and grassroots divine servants and priests, the organizational management system of the God of Food Association in Mustang Slope is still blank. Except for a divine official who was temporarily promoted to temporarily take over the position of chief priest, the highest divine position of the God of Food Association in Mustang Slope is a priest like Norman.

According to the newly revised charter of the God of Food Association, the future divine officials and corresponding positions in Mustang Slope will basically be selected and recommended from the local divine members through the preaching court, and finally the candidates will be decided after the examination of the Holy Office.

This also means that Norman, as a local priest in Mustang Slope, will also have the opportunity to obtain the recommendation of the preaching court in the future, and thus obtain the opportunity to be promoted to a divine official.

“…May my Lord forgive the child's unwarranted resentment, please bestow your grace and wash away the filth in the child's heart…”

Returning to his temporary simple thatched hut, Norman reflected on himself and examined himself, then slowly closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began his daily routine prayer.

A wisp of pure power of faith slowly detached from Norman's calm consciousness, like a golden ray from above the sky, no one could detect its existence. It wandered nimbly in the different dimension space, and finally, like a tired bird returning to its nest, it drilled into the obsidian sculpture of the God of Food, which was a little over a meter tall, that Norman took out from the secret compartment and placed in front of him.

The obsidian statue was as black as ink, but it had a unique glazed luster. As wisps of pure power of faith were invested in it, and fed back by mysterious rules to the depths of the distant sky, within a burning new star, the statue itself was also slowly changing. An imperceptible sacred aura was brewing in the depths of the statue's core, echoing the burning new star in the depths of the endless starry sky.

Whoosh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the depths of the endless starry sky, the new star that was constantly burning and absorbing a steady stream of the power of faith finally had a new change. Strips of ribbon-like flames churned on the surface of the new star, sometimes stretching thousands of miles outside the new star, and sometimes forming arches on the surface of the new star.

More dazzling light shot outwards, bringing more light and warmer temperatures to this dead and icy starry sky.

Accompanying the Nova's change, the spirits of countless believers scattered across the dozen or so towns of varying sizes on the Green Field Plains seemed to be teased, or perhaps jolted by an electric current.

When everyone noticed the anomaly and quickly examined their bodies, they found nothing, as if it were just an illusion.

Only a few steadfast and devout Food God believers showed an incredible expression on their faces, because when they introspectively examined their bodies, they suddenly discovered that they had inexplicably gained some kind of talent or divine art.

Among these lucky ones, a large proportion were mainstays such as priests and clerics of the Food God Society.

They seemed to have the ability to cast divine spells in an instant; a strange but familiar divine energy began to flow in their bodies, completely different from their own battle-occupation energy, yet coexisting peacefully.

Among them, Norman was also one of these lucky ones.

Having just finished praying and preparing to rest, he was startled by the sudden change in his body.

Immediately, he was shocked by the strange energy that suddenly appeared in his body, and his thoughts were completely unable to sort out what had happened to him.

Norman cautiously approached the mysterious energy slowly flowing with the blood with his not-so-pure mental power, and the moment the mental tendrils approached the mysterious energy, Norman immediately felt bad.

The already meager mental power of the pale-faced gnome seemed like swallows returning to their nests, rushing uncontrollably into this mysterious energy, blending with it perfectly.

Then, a magnificent and sacred aura emerged from this energy, and countless unspeakable but understandable knowledge quickly fed back into Norman's sea of consciousness.

"First-level Divine Art - Ingredient Identification: Can identify the characteristics and quality of ordinary ingredients, providing reasonable references for matching cooking materials."

"First-level Divine Art - Heal Minor Wounds: Can heal superficial skin injuries."

"… …"

Norman's face was dull, but his heart was surging.

At this time, what he gained was only two useless first-level divine arts, but for Norman, this gift of divine grace at least proved that their Lord of Faith was a real existence, not a false mask.

As a priest, Norman's belief in the Food God was indeed firm, but looking at the clerics and priests of other churches, they often received feedback and gifts from the gods they believed in because of their faith.

As a priest of the Food God Society, almost no one was able to cast any divine spells, which inevitably led to questioning when Norman and others promoted and preached the Food God.

Even with evil god worship, existences like the legendary gnoll priest, Cole, could gain corresponding divine arts by believing in the Gnoll King.

Norman couldn't wait to drive his mental power, and according to the spellcasting knowledge instilled in his mind, clumsily and nervously sketched a mysterious pattern in the air.

The weak, stream-like mysterious energy in his body sensed the call of mental power and began to pour out of Norman's arm, flowing with the sketched pattern, and a milky white halo of healing minor wounds slowly bloomed in the dark hut.

Pfft! ! !

Seeing that the divine art was about to take shape, Norman's weak mental power had already been exhausted, and he could no longer maintain the integrity of the divine art pattern.

Then, the milky white halo shattered like a bubble, and the hut fell into darkness once again.

"Ah! !"

The backlash from the failure of the divine art caused a burst of pain in Norman's brain, and he couldn't help but howl in a low voice.

His eyes also went dark, and he passed out directly.

When he woke up again, the sky had changed from night to day, and various noisy sounds came from outside the house.

… … … …

Far away in Mansa City, in Green Field Castle, Allen continued to retreat and recuperate, no longer receiving guests.

His body was slowly recovering, and the broken ribs in his chest were also extending outwards little by little, but it would take a long time for them to fully recover.

The body's recovery required a lot of energy, and the Rage was therefore weakened.

Compared to the Rage that was as vigorous as a river when Allen was at his peak, the Rage circulating in his body now was like a drought-stricken stream, and its flow with the blood was also very limited.

Unable to temper his body or study legendary expertise, Allen could only focus on stroking the Rage vortex in his body, as well as the seed of faith at the core of the vortex.

The Rage vortex was like a galaxy in the starry sky, formed by countless stars gathered together.

Strands of pure liquid Rage were like the nebula of a galaxy, slowly rotating autonomously in a mysterious way.

And the core that maintained this galaxy was the seed of faith, hidden deep in the nebula and stardust, firmly binding all the nebula and stardust around itself, echoing its rotation.

In the beginning, the seed of faith was like a speck of dust.

If he didn't look closely, Allen couldn't even detect its trace.

But now, the seed of faith had expanded countless times, and it was still slowly expanding and growing.

Allen didn't know how big this seed would grow before it would stop, or whether it would grow to the point of bursting the Rage vortex?

Around the seed of faith, in addition to the nebula formed by liquid Rage, there were now many golden stardusts.

Each stardust was a conscious shadow of a devout believer in the Food God.

The stardusts were bright and dark, representing the degree of piety of these believers themselves, as well as their strength.

In addition to this, there were even more faint and imperceptible stardusts, all of which were shadows of ordinary believers.

The bright stardusts could become coordinates for Allen to peek into the hearts of believers, infiltrating their sea of consciousness when they prayed, observing the questions they were thinking about and the environment they were in.

It's just that although Allen could observe the other party's heart, he couldn't have a conversation with them like he did when he entered Zerang's sea of consciousness.

Allen thought about the difference for a long time, but couldn't find the answer.

The number of stardusts was also slowly increasing, dotted on the nebula belt of the Rage vortex, giving it even more of an illusion of an eternal galaxy, always making Allen involuntarily attracted to it, and often a meditation would cause several days to pass quickly.

Allen, who was constantly trying to send mental tendrils into the seed of faith and constantly failing, carefully recalled the extremely powerful strike that suddenly erupted when he was assassinated.

At that time, the destructive power erupted by the new energy fused by Rage and mental power under the mysterious blessing of the seed of faith was something that Allen could not do until now.

If he could master this method, then Allen believed that his strength would inevitably be greatly improved.