Green Monster Epic

“I’ve been waiting for you, you little rat!”

The wound on Allen’s throat slowly closed. The immense advantage of reaching the Saint realm, where he had virtually no vital points, was the powerful foundation upon which he dared to use himself as bait to lure the enemy.

As early as when his domain unfolded, Allen had already sensed a hidden aura of a powerful figure, constantly circling around him, yet hesitant to reveal itself.

Based on the feedback from his own senses regarding the threat, Allen could roughly judge the opponent's strength. It should be another demigod-level powerhouse; otherwise, his intuition wouldn't have been sending out warnings, reminding him.

However, thinking about it, it wasn't strange. After all, they were a civilization with the scale of a great empire, and inherently a long-lived and exceptionally talented race. Although Saint-level figures were still rare, the number of beings below the Saint level was probably the highest among the major civilizations.

Therefore, even on the Southern Front, a less important side route, the simultaneous appearance of two demigod-level figures was not a difficult matter. It was just that this demigod, more skilled in assassination, had not revealed any traces on the battlefield, leaving the Wildlands and Dwarves unaware.

But Allen, who had already advanced to the Saint realm, sensed the opponent's existence during the fierce battle. Since the opponent hadn't shown up and had been wandering around him, they were clearly planning something against him.

This was exactly what Allen wanted. He couldn't wait for this assassin to cause him trouble!

The number of their own powerhouses was slightly inferior to the Elves, but because his own strength restrained the opponent's elite, if this demigod-level assassin targeted the weaker beings of the Wildlands and Dwarves, then the pressure and risk for the battling Wildlands powerhouses would be much heavier.

After all, most of these Wildlands powerhouses were only there to fulfill their obligations, but wanting them to risk their lives to restrain the Elven powerhouses was clearly impossible.

The lethality of a demigod assassin was obvious. After some planning, Allen decided to eliminate this hidden danger first, lest the opponent come to their senses and turn around to assassinate other Wildlands powerhouses.

Through the chaotic crowd of fighters, Allen's eyes gazed into the distance. Although he couldn't see the figure of the Elven demigod who had escaped with a glimmer of life by leaping through the shadows, with his spiritual tendrils locked onto the opponent's aura, he could still clearly feel the Elven assassin's diminished and weakening aura.

That sword of his was not so easy to endure. Although the greatsword hadn't been able to further expand the wound, the raging liquid fury rampaged and destroyed the opponent's body. It was thanks to the powerful physical strength and vitality after advancing to the demigod level that the opponent could still retain a bit of life.

If it were any other Elven powerhouse below the demigod level, bearing Allen's sword, which hadn't even struck a vital point, they would probably be lying dead on the spot, unable to even preserve an intact corpse.

After his plan succeeded, Allen finally had no more worries. The Fury skill was activated again, his eyes sharply swept around the squad of Elven powerhouses surrounding him, and then his right wrist made another turn, and the greatsword was once again held straight in his hand.

Whoosh!

The hand holding the sword exerted force, dragging the greatsword in a sweep. Allen, restarting the power of his domain, once again fiercely and decisively charged into the dense formation of the Elven squad.

Without worries and calculations, Allen displayed even greater strength, and his movements became more agile, making it even more difficult for the group of Elven powerhouses led by Alicia to continue.

On the ground, the Thorns Coalition, at the cost of sacrificing four frontline legions, finally managed to stabilize their defensive position against the Elven tide-like offensive.

Once the Elves' initial fierce offensive was intercepted, the Thorns Coalition soldiers gradually became familiar with the tense and intense atmosphere of the battlefield, and they were no longer as anxious and in danger as they had been at the beginning.

At this time, the Thorns Coalition's absolute numerical advantage could finally be brought into play. Under the command of the legendary commander Albard, the remnants of the legions that had initially intercepted the Elven offensive most arduously and suffered the most casualties were gradually replaced by fresh forces from the rear. At the same time, on both flanks of the Elven lines, several Wildlands legions were encircling them, trapping them in a pocket formation.

“Hmph! I underestimated them!”

Above the distant mountains, at the gate of the fortress, a large number of Elven warriors continued to pour out from the deep fortress gate. In the sky above the rolling crowd, the light green cloak behind the Elven commander Mario fluttered without wind. The Elven commander, observing the battlefield attentively, could hardly conceal the killing intent in his eyes as he looked at the two battlefields at the foot of the mountain, echoing each other and gradually showing signs of merging into one.

“Pass down the order!”

“The Seventh, Ninth, and Tenth… act according to the plan!”

“Give me a wave to crush that rabble!”

Woo woo!

The melodious sound of the deer horn, carrying a certain rhythm and cadence, began to drift across the battlefield. Upon hearing this melodious horn sound, the Elven army lines suddenly began to undergo subtle changes.

The Elven army, which had been entangled in a fierce battle with the Dwarven legions and was close to the Wildlands line, suddenly split off nearly half of its legions, avoided the entanglement of the Dwarven legions, and abruptly charged towards the Wildlands lines, which were deploying their formations.

“Damn it!!”

Although Albard's spellcasting actions did not stop, providing some support to the Wildlands soldiers below, he focused more of his energy and attention on his opponent on the battlefield.

As soon as the horn sound was blown from the fortress, Albard had already concentrated his attention and carefully monitored the vast battlefield beneath his feet, carefully monitoring the battlefield, which seemed to be one entity but was actually divided into two separate fighting areas.

When the opponent's legions suddenly changed their main offensive direction, throwing the majority of their forces at their own coalition army, Albard's old face immediately changed color, and he couldn't help but curse a few times in his heart.

“Pass down the order!!”

“The right-wing legions withdraw to the battle line and reinforce the central battlefield position!!”

“Heavy cavalry legions!! Prepare to attack!! Break out from the right wing!! Cover the right-wing legions to withdraw!!”

“Heavy infantry legions advance from the left wing!!”

“Light cavalry and wolf cavalry legions surround the heavy infantry legion battle line and restrain the left-wing line!!!!”

“Berserker legions prepare for battle, ready to respond to the battlefield at any time!!”

Urgent orders were issued from Albard's mouth and quickly transmitted to the ears of the legion officers below.

However, how could the coalition soldiers who were already engaged in battle respond to the orders in a timely manner like the Elven army? Except for the cavalry and heavy infantry legions in the rear, which had not been too deeply involved in the battlefield, the response of the soldiers on the left and right wings and the central battlefield was somewhat sluggish.

And on the battlefield, the price of not reacting in time is often paid with blood and lives!