Green Monster Epic

Chapter 780: Calculation

Stavan tenaciously entangled a powerful figure who was trying to escape, even abandoning his earth dragon mount to fight the opponent directly with his ability to fly in the air.

As a holy knight, Stavan had already consumed too many spell slots and mental energy in the previous battles. Now, having lost the advantage of his mount, he was at a disadvantage fighting a strong opponent of the same level with his relatively weak close combat ability.

However, he also had his own advantage, which was that his fighting style at the moment was extremely crazy. He didn't care at all whether he would fall into a desperate situation. He was even willing to exchange injuries with his opponent, even if the degree of mutual injury was very different.

The strong man entangled by him was a strong man from the Orc Empire, wearing heavy armor and disguise props to hide his identity like Allen, but his fighting style still carried some of the Orcs' rough and bold style.

With many negative effects added to his body, slowing down his escape, the Orc powerhouse was eventually annoyed by Stavan's relentless pursuit. He simply went all out, leading Stavan to a place away from the main battlefield before launching a frantic counterattack.

Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish!!

Although the situation of the Orc powerhouse didn't look very good, he, as a Bloodlust Warrior, hadn't actually lost much of his strength at this time.

After all, the more self-inflicted injuries a Bloodlust Warrior suffered, and the more intense the surrounding aura of blood and flesh became, the stronger he became. He was most suitable for this kind of environment on the battlefield.

The Orc smashed away the thrusting lance with his left fist, and punched straight with his right fist. The three twenty-centimeter-long claws extending from the gauntlet instantly tore three deep cuts in Stavan's armor, leaving three gashes on the opponent's flesh.

Streams of spurting blood were drawn by the gauntlet and attached to the Orc's body, and then swallowed and absorbed by the Bloodlust Warrior's unique battle aura, transforming into new energy and stamina to replenish the previous consumption.

Although Stavan was injured by the opponent, he also took the opportunity to get close to the opponent. His left elbow, which had already released the lance's handle, slammed down, hitting the opponent's shoulder squarely. The heavy armor immediately dented inward, and the opponent was also knocked to the ground.

The two sides retreated as soon as they touched, and before adjusting their bodies and breaths, they rushed up again, continuing the previous dangerous close combat.

The shadows of the spears bloomed like pear blossoms, and the shadows of the fists flew like cannonballs. Before long, the injuries on both of them increased, which was much more intense than the previous day's battle.

The Orc legend became braver as he fought, and Stavan, who was already at a disadvantage, suffered more and more injuries. Fortunately, he could use divine spells to heal himself, so at least his combat power could still be maintained.

Spencer and the strong men of the War Church who accompanied the team eventually died on this battlefield, and the one who assassinated them was the Saint-level mysterious assassin who had killed Pope Rhys before, making Allen and Jarvan, the two demigods, feel frightened.

The other surviving warriors of the War Church, who were single-mindedly seeking death and making every effort, also encountered the assassination of this Saint-level assassin at the same time, or more precisely, a massacre. No one could match his sharpness and survive the opponent's ghostly and agile attacks.

Even the surviving cavalrymen of the Lionheart Kingdom were implicated. Many people were either mistaken by the other party as War Church knights, or they did not dodge in time and were killed by the Saint-level assassin. The speed and skills displayed by the other party made even the legendary commander Milko, who had arrived with a large army, feel a chill down his spine and dare not make a move to pursue.

With the strength of one person, he frightened an army so much that they dared not pursue, which was enough to show the power of this mysterious Saint-level assassin.

The Orc powerhouse never expected that the human holy knight, who was obviously weaker than himself, would actually pierce through his eye socket with the broken spearhead of the lance in the dangerous close combat, taking the life of the Orc powerhouse.

However, the Orc powerhouse didn't suffer a loss either. His pair of gauntlets were deeply embedded in Stavan's chest, only a little bit away from completing the penetration, but the extending claws had already pierced through his back, and Stavan's heart must have been shattered.

"Gurgle..."

Stavan's eyes were filled with peace. Feeling the vitality gradually draining from his body, he didn't struggle anymore. He looked into the distance at the departing back of the mysterious powerhouse, and then fell to the ground with the Orc powerhouse's corpse.

Pfft, pfft!!

The corpses of the two powerhouses were mixed among the many corpses, inconspicuous. A great battle had completely come to an end.

"Samiyan, are you alright?"

Leading the team slowly into this killing field, General Milko came to Samiyan, the deputy commander of the kingdom's cavalry brigade, the only legendary-level powerhouse who had survived in the field, and asked about his situation with concern.

Samiyan, who was treating his wounds, raised his head and said to Milko with a wry smile: "I'm not going to die yet, but you generals will have to clean up here."

"Don't worry, leave it all to me!"

Milko moved closer to Samiyan, raised his hand to pat the other person's shoulder to comfort him, but suddenly turned his palm into a fist after reaching the other person's blind spot, and suddenly swept across with force.

Pfft!!

Samiyan, who hadn't lost his life in more than a day of fighting, would never have thought that he would eventually die at the hands of his direct superior after the war ended.

"Do it!!"

"Kill!!!!"

Thousands of infantry warriors with high morale had already surrounded the surviving cavalry comrades on the battlefield. Now, after receiving the order, they immediately raised their unsheathed swords and slashed at their comrades without mercy.

"You..."

"Ah..."

Without any preparation, the exhausted cavalry brigade warriors were immediately killed in large numbers. Even if the remaining cavalrymen finally reacted and quickly launched a counterattack and resistance, how could they have a chance of survival in the face of the overwhelming and unexpected infantry comrades? They soon became the last batch of wandering souls on this battlefield.

In order to prevent any survivors, after slaughtering all the cavalry, these thousands of infantry warriors dispersed to clean up the battlefield, re-attacking any complete corpse on the ground until they were sure there were no survivors before returning.

"General, it's all cleaned up!!"

Deputy General Loki was Milko's confidant. He returned to Milko with a fierce bloody aura and replied calmly.

"Very good, clean up the corpses of the War Church Pope and those powerhouses, and transport them back in the best coffins."

Milko gently wiped the mottled brain matter and blood from his hands and nodded indifferently: "How many corpses did those assassins leave behind?"

"Apart from the Orc corpse killed by Commander Stavan at the end, the other corpses are basically incomplete and difficult to identify. I'm afraid it will be difficult to transport them back to the capital as evidence."

Hearing the general's question, Loki's usually calm face showed a few traces of difficulty, and he replied apologetically.

"It seems that the other party was also prepared early on, so you don't need to blame yourself."

"Anyway, with Pope Rhys's body and that complete orc corpse, it's almost enough."

"It's a pity about Commander Staffan. When he took on this task, he…"

Milko's gaze turned to the human paladin who was peacefully closing his eyes, as if he had merely fallen asleep. His eyes were filled with regret and admiration, but he was also very vigilant and did not say everything, and the expression on his face remained the same.

"Have the soldiers clean up the battlefield. After a magic hour, break camp and go back on time!!"

"Our real battlefield is not here."

"Understood."

Soon, a thick fire began to burn in the mountain of corpses on the battlefield ruins. The strong smell of roasted flesh even attracted predators from the surrounding mountains, but they were deterred by the majesty of the fully armed and murderous army, and did not dare to approach, only making eerie howls in the darkness.

After doing all this, Milko led the team, escorting the coffins containing the broken bodies of Rhys, Staffan, and others, and slowly moved forward in the dark along the road to the east.

As soon as the army left, a group of impatient beasts rushed down from the mountain, and another fight broke out on this newly bloodied land.

The mysterious assassin's figure slowly emerged from a mountain, looking at the soaring smoke, seemingly reminiscing about something, or perhaps just savoring the gains of this battle. Soon, the other party's figure re-entered the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

No one would have thought that in such a seemingly small-scale battlefield, at least fifteen legendary-level powerhouses would eventually die, including a Saint-level Pope, the pinnacle of the Feyman world, and two demigod-level powerhouses.

Even the quality of the powerhouses who died in the decades-long confrontation between the wilderness and humans on the Centaur Grassland was not as high as the powerhouses who died in today's battle.

……

In the endless starry sky, an orange-red star is shining brightly. As the view zooms in, penetrating the hot and bright halo on the surface of the star, a vast world resembling an ancient battlefield, filled with the sounds of slaughter and warfare, comes into view.

The view is closer to the ground, and you can see a magnificent palace standing tall on the top of a mountain. At the foot of the mountain, two endless armies are engaged in a fierce battle, seemingly never stopping.

From time to time, angels with red wings on their backs and powerful auras stand out from the crowd, holding different types of long and short weapons, ascend to the top of the mountain, and disappear into the magnificent palace.

Boom boom boom!!

The whole world suddenly shook and trembled violently, causing the war armies in this world, which had never stopped since its birth, to finally look up blankly at the mountain palace above their heads.

"They are going too far!! Damn it! They must pay the price for this!!"

A tall and mighty human figure, wearing gorgeous crimson armor but unable to see any features, was furiously pounding the divine seat beneath his buttocks.

Every time the powerful hand hit the majestic divine seat, a force would be transmitted through the divine seat to the depths of the earth, followed by the earth-shattering tremors of the entire world.

"Someone!!"

At this time, no one dared to stand in the palace. Until the magnificent and angry voice shouted loudly, several humans guarding outside the palace glanced at each other with difficulty, and then one of them had to brace himself and walk out of the gate under the gaze of the others.

"My Lord, what are your orders?"

Von der Leyen cautiously approached this dangerous master, trying to make her tone as gentle as possible.

"Gather the manpower that can be mobilized in the kingdom of God, and prepare for battle…"

The God of War, Kareggos, had been paying attention to the actions of his apostle in the Feyman world, hoping to take this opportunity to gain benefits, but he never expected that his actions and choices would not only fail to gain anything, but also bury the life of his most capable subordinate in the Feyman world.

Even the wisp of divine power he descended to help his apostle through the difficulties was driven out of the Feyman world by the opponent's ruthless and firm means.

If it was just a black hand under other civilization forces that disrupted his layout and assassinated his apostle, perhaps Kareggos, even if he was unwilling, would not be so angry.

But the problem is that the Saint-level assassin who delivered the final blow to his apostle revealed the aura of a human god that Kareggos was very familiar with.

This also means that the guy who really assassinated his apostle was not the group of guys with the aura of the Nature God System and the Orc God System from the beginning, but someone among their human gods who plotted to harm Rhys.

As for who the other party is, Kareggos already has an answer in his heart, but precisely because he knows who the real mastermind is, it makes him, for various reasons, only able to temporarily vent his anger in his kingdom of God.

"Forget it, let the soldiers of the kingdom of God stand by for now!"

He wanted to make a decision impulsively, but when the words came to his mouth, Kareggos inexplicably lost his temper and waved his hand dejectedly.

"Yes!"

Before this subordinate god could answer, a cluster of brilliant light burst out from Kareggos's humanoid light source body. By the time the light dissipated, the god's true form had already disappeared.

In the depths of the distant and endless starry sky, in a space surrounded by a dozen stars, a palace even larger and more magnificent than the palace in the kingdom of the God of War floats eternally in the black starry sky. This is the Hall of the Gods, where the human gods gather and discuss important matters.

"Losanda, come out to me. I must get an explanation today!!"

Crossing thousands of distances, the God of War, Kareggos, who appeared in the Hall of the Gods, began to roar angrily as soon as he revealed his true form, directly alarming the true forms of several gods stationed in the hall, and many gods left their divine thoughts in the hall.

"And you, Ilmater, you coward, when did you hook up with Losanda?"

"You guys are really something. You even pit your own allies. Do you think I'm really afraid of you…"

"Shut up, Kareggos!"

A majestic voice directly interrupted Kareggos's somewhat out-of-control speech. With the appearance of this humanoid light source, the originally somewhat deserted hall suddenly became a bit warmer, and the light also brightened a bit. It was Losanda, the Lord of Dawn, one of the most powerful beings among the human gods, who had descended to the Hall of the Gods.