Green Monster Epic

Before the avatar of the god Keron, Allen was simply struggling to survive. However, as the battle dragged on, he began to sense that the other party didn't truly intend to kill him.

The dozen or so tree giants summoned by Keron through his divine authority were already giving Allen a hard time, not to mention the way he disrupted Allen's perception of space. It took him a long time to re-familiarize himself with the existing spatial rules. If the other party had truly intended to harm him, that would have been the perfect opportunity.

Of course, the strength Allen displayed also surprised, or rather delighted, Keron. He hadn't expected that Allen, through his own exploration, could already autonomously activate divine power for combat.

Keron had previously caught a glimpse of Allen using divine power in battle, but he thought it was a coincidence. Now it seemed that wasn't the case, which made Keron think even more highly of Allen.

"How is it? Has the domain of a god opened your eyes?"

The deep cracks on the ground were left by Allen during the previous battle. However, with Keron's words, these deep fissures actually healed slowly, and the damaged grass and trees gradually returned to their original state.

At the same time, the tree giants, each with legendary strength, who had been fighting with Allen for so long, also transformed back into trees, taking root in their original soil. These trees now appeared, except for being slightly withered and having sparse leaves and branches, there were no other abnormalities, which really opened Allen's eyes.

"This place was once the border of my Centaur Grasslands more than a thousand years ago, so my domain can barely be used here. However, humans have been developing and multiplying here for quite some time, and my influence here has gradually weakened. Otherwise, just constantly disrupting your perception of space here, coupled with these summoned creatures, would be enough to take care of you."

Keron started and stopped the battle as he pleased, and Allen had no way to deal with it. Now, the other party was standing in front of Allen without any defense, but Allen couldn't bring himself to unleash the sword he had been charging up.

Looking at the incredible scenes before him, Allen once again felt a strong sense of powerlessness. However, the frustration that had just arisen in his heart was swallowed up by an even stronger fighting spirit.

If he could master such power one day, which force or enemy would dare to underestimate the Green Field Tribe!

For a moment, Allen had more confidence in the path he had chosen, and at the same time, he felt a little grateful to the divine avatar in front of him.

If Allen still couldn't understand the other party's purpose in suddenly attacking him, then he would have wasted so much wisdom and knowledge in learning and thinking.

"Thank you for your guidance, Lord Keron."

"Heh heh heh, no need to thank me. I was just a little itchy and wanted to find someone to loosen my muscles and bones."

Keron waved his hand casually and replied calmly.

"It's just a pity that the will of the Feyman World is too strong. I only revealed a little bit of aura just now, and it noticed it. Otherwise, I could have played with you a little longer."

He gently clenched his fist, a seemingly understated action, but in reality, an immeasurable power was resisting the will of Feyman, preventing the will he had descended from being driven out of this world.

However, Allen, who was close at hand, couldn't feel the immense power of the world's will being applied to Keron's body at all. He only regretted that the time he had been in contact with Keron's domain was too short, and he hadn't been able to feel and experience more.

Of course, even though he had only stayed in the other party's domain for a little over ten minutes, Allen had gained a lot. At least it gave him a rough outline of the direction he should take in the future.

"Alright, you should go back too. Let me wander around here alone and see these former homelands that once belonged to the Centaur Grasslands."

"Then I won't disturb you, Your Excellency."

The deity had already issued an order to leave, so Allen naturally couldn't stay shamelessly. Moreover, he really needed to find a place to calm down and digest the inspiration he had gained from contacting the divine domain today.

"Mm!"

Whoosh!

A gust of wind rose, and the hobgoblin's figure soared into the sky, flying towards the east.

The young-looking centaur god's avatar looked back at Allen's back with a pair of golden pupils, revealing complex emotions, including anticipation and curiosity.

Letting Allen, this young hobgoblin demigod, learn about the divine domain was something that no other divine avatar would do, but perhaps this Centaur God was the only one willing to do so.

For Keron, he had always had a strong sense of loneliness and crisis, because in the Mansa Wilderness, where more than a dozen divine churches preached, although they seemed to be getting along peacefully, there were various treacherous stages and struggles within.

If the Centaur race hadn't already established itself when the Church of Nature intervened, and if the southwestern part of the Mansa Wilderness didn't need a powerful force to resist humans, then it was possible that the Centaur God Keron and his descendants would not have been able to control such a vast and fertile territory.

Even the Centaur race and Keron himself might have quietly fallen in the tens of thousands of years of divine power struggles.

Although the forces of the Temple of Nature had absorbed Keron into their camp, in reality, these arrogant gods never considered Keron to be one of them. This was because Keron's own philosophy was not to maintain the balance of nature, the harmonious coexistence of intelligent creatures and nature. He and the Centaur race he guarded could wantonly destroy nature and overgraze the grasslands in order to strengthen the race as much as possible.

Among the native races, there were those who tried to challenge the lofty divine throne, but in the end, most of them failed. Only a few succeeded, and even two of them were stigmatized as evil gods by other gods when they were about to ascend to the throne, and were exiled to the endless abyss.

If the wilderness natives want to truly control their autonomy, then they must obtain the strength to coexist with the Temple of Nature. The power of only three or four native gods, such as Keron and Kurtulmak, is not enough to do this.

Power needs to be cultivated, especially for existences like them who rely more on the racial guardianship to advance to the divine throne. As long as there are no god-ascendants from their own race, the possibility of future conflicts between believers will be extremely low.

Since this is the case, then why not give some insignificant help to those geniuses from the Mansa Wilderness who are not from their own race, giving them a little more chance of success?

Keron and the Centaur race he needed to protect had seen their cruel future countless years ago. As neighbors with a greedy, powerful, and ambitious human civilization, if they didn't have enough strength to support them, without a strong backing to support them, the Centaur race alone would not be able to compete with them.

To expand their tribe, they inevitably had to develop the Human-Horse Grassland and graze as many livestock as possible. This blatant violation of natural balance further exacerbated the division between the Kheron and the Temple of Nature.

The conflict in ideologies between the two was almost as intense as a dispute between religious followers. In the end, although they belonged to the same camp, they were forced to gradually drift apart.

Fortunately, the Temple of Nature and the Kheron shared a powerful enemy. Facing this enemy alone would be unsustainable in the long run for either side. Only by cooperating could they barely maintain the status quo, which allowed them to maintain a loose alliance.

However, in private, the Kheron were also considering how to add a little insurance on top of this fragile balance, at least to give themselves more initiative, instead of being as passive and helpless as they were now.

This time, His will descended in an avatar form for another mission, but who would have thought that He would see an interesting scene on the battlefield instead.

The scene of Allen using divine power to fight happened to be seen by the Kheron avatar who was following the centaur legion on the expedition. Perhaps most powerhouses could not see the situation of Allen using divine power, but for Kheron, who was also a user of divine power, this powerful and familiar power immediately made Him aware of Allen's secret.

Even if Kheron didn't care about the movements of the wilderness, the three great royal courts and the high-level members of the centaur church would report information about the bear goblin to Kheron.

For such a legendary demigod upstart, Kheron would pay more attention to him. Now, coupled with His discovery of Allen's secret and ambition, and at the same time, He was troubled by the weakness of the native gods of the wilderness, it was not surprising that He took the initiative to show Allen some goodwill and give him a little help.

However, for a god, the help that Kheron could give Allen was only to let him see the general abilities of the divine authority domain. It would be very difficult for Allen to learn more.

After all, this bear goblin had not made any contribution, and he only had a slight chance of becoming a god. His early guidance was just a casual move, but in His heart, He did not have high expectations for Allen's final outcome.

At this moment, Allen, who was speeding back to the allied army camp, was very puzzled by the centaur god's actions just now and kept wondering what the other party's purpose was.

Allen never believed that there would be unprovoked help. Although he had indeed received such selfless help in his early years, most actions in the wilderness were still purposeful.

Especially when it came to the affairs of gods, the so-called benevolence, universal love, and other beautiful qualities had long been worn away by endless years. Whenever they did something, it was more out of their own interests and purposes, and there would rarely be such a thing as selfless help.

Although Allen had gained a lot during the brief exchange with the other party, making him grateful for the other party's help, deep down in Allen's heart, he was more wary, fearing that the other party's actions had deeper plans, which might not only endanger his own safety but also harm the Green Field tribe he cared about most.

However, after thinking about it, Allen still could not give a reasonable judgment on the other party's behavior. In the end, he had no choice but to temporarily give up thinking about this matter and return to digesting and understanding the knowledge about the domain he had just experienced.

It was just that deep down in Allen's heart, he was still full of doubts and worries about this matter, and his behavior became more cautious.

"They're here!!"

For many years, few people had ventured into the dense jungle. The air was filled with the stench of decay beneath the shade of the trees, and all kinds of venomous mosquitoes flew around wantonly, greedily searching for gaps in the skin of the statue-like centaurs under the trees, preparing to feast.

Although their bodies were covered with mosquitoes and their skin was stinging, none of the centaurs complained, and even the movements to drive away the mosquitoes were very rare, for fear that their movements would cause unnecessary trouble.

It was not until a centaur druid, Zhang Kai, opened his eyes and uttered two syllables decisively that a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the centaur generals such as Ahmad, and they raised their hands to make gestures.

"The enemy is fifteen miles away!"

"Ten miles!"

"Five miles!!"

"Pass down my order, charge!!"

Ahmad had a deep, cold smile on his lips. As soon as the druid reported the word 'five miles,' he immediately gave the next instruction.

The mist shrouded in the mountains and forests was gradually dissipated into the sky and earth as the accompanying spellcasters cast spells, blowing a gust of fresh wind, revealing the true appearance of tens of thousands of centaur warriors ready to go under the forest.

Teams of centaur warriors holding spears and carrying a dozen javelins on their backs emerged from the hidden forest in an orderly manner, and the trickling streams merged together to form a black torrent, which then charged down the slow slope towards the snake-like human troops at the foot of the mountain with irresistible force.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Form ranks!! Prepare for battle!!"

The human commander's face was ferocious, and he roared miserably as he watched the centaur army rushing down the mountain with increasing speed.

They never expected that the wilderness army had already ambushed more than two hundred miles southwest of Ceris Castle. Even the scouts and flying knights they sent out had failed to discover the traces of the enemy's army, allowing them to be caught off guard.

"Take the cavalry brigade and go up there yourself! You must hold them back!!"

The cavalry had the advantage of charging down from a high position, and they also had the advantage of striking first. Even an unqualified commander could think of the lethality of this cavalry, not to mention that the general of this human army, who was reinforcing Ceris Fortress, was not bad in military literacy.

Seeing the centaur army rushing out of the hills, this middle-aged human general with a stubbly beard and a disheveled face grabbed his adjutant and roared fiercely!

"Yes!!"

Although the young human adjutant was somewhat afraid in his eyes, his honor as a nobleman and soldier told him that he could not be a deserter on the battlefield. Even if he knew how dangerous the order his superior had given him was, he had to carry it out.

"Cavalry brigade, follow me and charge!!"

The five thousand human cavalry regiments, originally the core combat force, began to charge as the regiment commander issued the order and took the lead. The elite soldiers, each wearing armor, pulled down the helmet masks with one hand and then whipped the warhorses hard on their hindquarters.

The warhorses, in pain, neighed and rubbed their hooves on the hard road twice before starting to trot slowly, gradually accelerating.