Green Monster Epic

"...Thank you, my Lord! Your glory illuminates the wilderness, and your divine power commands the reverence of all!"

The doubts in Allen's mind were quickly resolved. The next day, during his routine spiritual connection with Zerlang, who was devoutly praying in Green Lake Town, the moment his will descended into Zerlang's consciousness, he was met with an overwhelming flood of gratitude.

"...The humble lamb has received your divine grace, grateful for your favor and trust..."

"Divine grace?"

Allen inwardly scoffed, but didn't reveal it, simply asking, "Has anything significant happened in the tribe recently?"

"Reporting to you, my Lord, besides the divine grace you showered from your divine kingdom, which has caused a new batch of priests to emerge among my faithful, nothing else of importance has occurred."

"The guild leader's reforms are proceeding smoothly, and now with the addition of priests blessed by you, my Lord, our Food God Society will surely flourish."

"...How many priests are currently in the Society?"

Although Allen wasn't entirely clear about what Zerlang meant by priests blessed by his grace, he maintained a dignified tone and inquired with feigned profundity.

"My Lord, the priests born from divine grace this time, only counted within Green Lake Town, number thirteen including myself, all goblins who have received priestly and clerical divine gifts. Among them, the highest level is a level five cleric, and the lowest are level two priests, with a total of fifteen divine gifts received."

"We have now sent people to other towns to investigate believers who have received divine grace. Based on the distribution of believers, the total number of blessed believers in other towns will likely be twice as many as the priests in Green Lake Town."

"Oh?"

Allen was finally somewhat moved. So, the divine priests they spoke of were real beings who suddenly gained the ability to cast divine spells. Combining this with the anomalies in his body the other day and the images he saw in his mind, everything became easier to explain.

After all, the most well-known path to promotion for church priests and clerics is to please the gods through devout faith, thereby enhancing their divine spellcasting abilities.

"We will complete the census of the divine priests as soon as possible and bring them back to the Society for focused training. Believers who are blessed by you, my Lord, are surely trustworthy."

"Lambs who believe in me and follow my path will receive my protection and favor. There will be more divine graces in the future, and you must make good use of them and maximize their effectiveness."

Even though Allen had no idea how to bestow divine grace, that didn't stop him from using an inscrutable tone to lecture Zerlang and establish his divine authority.

"We will certainly live up to the expectations of the great Food God. May your glory endure forever!"

...

Albard now ate and lived in the underground temple, fully immersed in investigating and researching the divine grace event that had occurred a few days ago, almost to the point of madness.

If he had some hesitation before, wondering if his current responsibilities and path might lead him away from his pursuits, then now, facing a completely unknown and mysterious world, the thirst for knowledge inherent in a mage left him with no regrets.

Although the knowledge and rules about gods were completely unrelated to his research over the past hundred years, forcing Albard to start his research from scratch, the difficulties were only known to him. But this sudden divine grace was so miraculous, a process that ordinary professionals needed countless efforts and energy to struggle through could be easily broken through in front of gods, allowing believers who knew nothing about divine magic to cast spells after just one night's sleep or a prayer.

If he could understand the mysteries within and learn about the promotion path of the divine system, wouldn't their Greenwild Tribe be able to have as many mid-to-high-level combat professionals as they wanted in the future?

"...The divine grace seems to have no pattern. Among the thirteen members, only four goblins are grassroots or higher-level members of the Society, while the remaining nine goblins are the most ordinary residents of the tribe."

"...Before receiving divine grace, only Zerlang among the thirteen members was an advanced professional, while the rest were low-level professionals. Moreover, Zerlang advanced to a professional berserker, but was eventually replaced by the cleric profession after receiving divine grace. It's very likely that if advanced professionals are affected by divine grace, they will lose their original advanced profession and be forcibly converted into divine spellcasters."

"...If they are low-level professionals, their original low-level combat profession identity and strength will also disappear, and instead, they will be transformed into beings like clerics and priests."

"...But purely in terms of energy systems, the strength of the lucky ones who receive divine grace has more or less improved. No goblin combat profession has become weaker after being replaced."

"...Why is there such a change? Is it because of the difference between the divine magic advancement system and the existing combat profession system?"

"...Also, the recipients of divine grace may be related to their level of faith and not to the strength of the believer themselves..."

"...Unfortunately, the existing data is still a bit lacking, and the information that can be obtained from it is really limited. Perhaps we have to wait for the next divine grace to have more data."

"...Should I also try to believe in our Chieftain? After all, he has been the target and idol I have been pursuing since I was a child. Believing in him is more convincing to myself than believing in other gods..."

"...At that time, if the Chieftain bestows divine grace upon me, what kind of gift will I receive?"

"It's really something to look forward to!"

After an inspection by the Food God Society members scattered in other towns within the tribe, twenty-one more goblin believers who had received divine grace and been promoted to priests, as well as thirty or so lucky ones who had received divine grace and unlocked their talent abilities, were quietly brought back to Green Lake Town and sent to the hidden underground temple.

Even among the believers in Green Lake Town, a dozen or so abandoned goblin believers who had unlocked their talent abilities were rediscovered. Only then did Albard and the others realize that the divine grace gift was not just about acquiring divine magic, but also about acquiring good talents such as natural affinity, super recovery, and great strength.

However, those who unlocked their talents had one more important characteristic than those who received divine magic, that is, the average age of these goblin believers was not too high, generally between twelve and thirty years old. These believers, who already had good room for improvement, now had one or two more excellent talents, giving them a bit more potential in their development in certain areas.

Therefore, after learning that there were also believers who had unlocked their talents, Albard and the others also gathered them up, preparing to focus on training them as the future pillars and backbones of the Food God Society.

...

"Ha!!!"

At the end of the vast sky, the turbulent and icy gale winds blew endlessly. Any creature that intruded would be frozen into an ice sculpture in a dozen breaths and fall to the ground.

However, in such a harsh environment, a slender figure stood naked, covered in dense hair, calmly amidst the raging wind, no matter how it tore, it could not move him in the slightest.

It wasn't until the figure let out an angry roar, then suddenly threw out two punches in front of him. The violent gale that came head-on was directly blown back by the fist wind generated by these seemingly casual punches, colliding with another turbulent gale behind, creating invisible vortexes that spread in all directions.

After doing all this, the humanoid creature slowly revealed its true face. It was the bear goblin demigod who had been stationed and recuperating in Mansha City for three years.

After more than three years of recuperation and training, coupled with the dietary dishes that Allen had pondered on his own, the last trace of hidden injury in his body had finally almost recovered. Allen, who had regained his strongest combat power, rarely walked out of the castle where he had been in seclusion, came to the fierce gale zone, only a step away from the endless starry sky, and wantonly vented the depression and irritability hidden in his heart for the past few years. Only after he had vented all the pent-up anger in his body did he slowly take a deep breath and retract his fist.

Taking out the black dragon scale armor from the dimensional bag, and putting on all kinds of precious equipment again, Allen was still a little uncomfortable.

The black dragon scale armor he was wearing now was re-forged by a craftsman master during his recuperation. The previous black dragon scale armor was almost destroyed by his opponent when he was desperately assassinated, so Allen could only piece together some materials and re-forge one.

It's just that the newly built scale armor was short of some materials, so it could only be replaced with other materials. The final attributes of the scale armor were still somewhat different from the previous one, but at least it reached the legendary level. However, wearing it on Allen's body at this time was still a little uncomfortable.

With Allen's current worth, the previous assassination turned him into a rich man all of a sudden. If he really wanted to forge a better quality armor, it wasn't like he didn't have the ability. It's just that Allen was used to the 'Dragon Power' special effect of the black dragon scale armor, coupled with the use of his own Fury skill, the explosive power it showed was exactly the fighting style that Allen himself had created, so before there was other more suitable equipment, he would rather wear this black dragon scale armor, and was too lazy to adapt to other equipment that didn't fit his style.

Apart from the black dragon scale armor being replaced, there were no major changes to the other equipment on Allen's body. Allen, who didn't have too much pursuit of external things, although these used equipment were already a little behind his combat pace, they were not too far behind, so there was no need to replace them.

After all, in Allen's view, as long as the greatsword Bone Cleaver was in hand, then everything was under his control.

With a flick of his hand, the Bone Cleaver, which had not been unsheathed for several years, also revealed its dark golden blade with a dragon's roar.

Whoosh! ! Whoosh! !

The raging wind struck again, blowing away the sparse hair on Allen's head, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and a ball of raging flames suddenly rose above the blade of the Bone Cleaver.

"Open! ! ! "

Boom! ! ! !

In the pale white gale zone, a straight black lightning suddenly appeared, shooting rapidly into the distance. The lightning crack continued to widen, revealing a deep black starry sky. The wanton gale lost its claws and teeth in front of this black lightning, constantly struggling but helplessly swallowed by the black lightning. For a time, this space, which had been constantly filled with gale since ancient times, finally ushered in a rare moment of peace.

The black lightning expanded to its limit, and then reluctantly was suppressed by the laws of nature and gradually shrunk back. It was just a spatial crack that Allen had cleaved out, and now without the support of the original owner's power, it could only return to healing.

Although he had only been recuperating for more than three years, Allen could still feel that his body and combat power after recovery did not seem to have declined much. Even the muscles and blood vessels that had been severely ravaged were now accustomed to bearing the turbulent energy of Allen's Opening Heaven strike, and it was obvious that his physical functions had recovered extremely well.

In Mansha City, which was like a giant beast under his feet, someone seemed to have noticed the huge movement above the hundred-mile-high sky, and various auras were constantly approaching. Allen, who was in a good mood, was not prepared to deal with the owners of these auras, and swooped down towards the city.

"Congratulations, Lord Allen, on your recovery."

Unexpectedly, Allen didn't want to see anyone, but an uninvited guest appeared in the sky outside Allen's castle, just in time to meet Allen who was descending from the sky.

"So it's Lord Jiawen, long time no see."

Allen's expression straightened, and a polite smile appeared on his face. The person in front of him was a mage powerhouse of the same level as him, and also the person in charge of the Assassin's Guild, which was spread throughout the Ferman world, in the Mansha Wilderness.

"Your Excellency's appearance outside my castle is probably not just as simple as congratulating me, is it?"

Jiawen, this demigod, rarely appeared in the outside world. Even the powerhouses and adventurers of all races living in Mansha City knew very little about his existence, let alone seeing him in person. Therefore, when he saw the other party taking the initiative to appear in front of him, Allen couldn't help but pay attention to it, while warmly inviting the other party to enter his castle, he jokingly asked.

"Heh heh heh, can't I just sincerely congratulate you on your recovery?"

Jiawen's smile on his face did not diminish, and he replied with clear eyes.

"Then it's really my honor! ! "

Allen had previously received a great gift from the other party, which was of great help to his breakthrough in physical constraints. Later, in the several assassinations against the Green Field Tribe, it was said that the Assassin's Guild was actually staying out of it. Although it did not inform Allen, it did not help the assassins who wanted to target Allen himself, which made Allen owe the other party another favor.

The other party must have a purpose in doing so. Now that the demigod archmage who is the person in charge personally appeared in front of him, Allen couldn't believe that the other party was really just such a simple reason.

"Of course, Lord Allen, you have been single-mindedly recuperating your body in the past few years, and perhaps you have less understanding of the outside world. I just happen to have time, and I am thinking of coming over to ask you about the future direction of the Ferman world."

Jiawen, who had a middle-aged human face, was also very handsome because he had some elf blood, and at this time, smiling at Allen, he gave him a sense of intimacy.

"Your Excellency is probably joking with me. My knowledge reserve is not enough to be seen in front of you! ! "

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