Green Monster Epic

With the crisis of the Thorns Allied Forces resolved, Allen no longer had any concerns and subsequently withdrew from his Divine Power Burst state.

Although he was no longer using divine power, the enraged state enhanced by the Battle Domain was not something that the group of elf powerhouses, who wanted to stall Allen but dared not confront him head-on, could easily deal with.

However, at this moment, they were all somewhat relieved. At least, the pressure exerted by the hobgoblin leader without divine power was not so despairing. With tacit cooperation, they could still contend with him.

After the wilderness army stopped their pursuit, Allen chased after the remnants of the elven army for another ten miles or so before finally halting his pursuit.

Once again, he slashed away the giant dragon riddled with holes, and a heavy arrow, condensed with the full energy of the demigod archer Alicia, was blocked by the blade of the Bone Cleaver, the immense force dragging Allen backward for nearly a hundred meters before he stopped.

Clang!

A halo rippled across the Bone Cleaver's blade, then slowly subsided under Allen's will, revealing its dark gold material once more.

Holding the greatsword, he held it in his right hand, and Allen had no intention of continuing to advance. For a time, the two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Allen, who was always rational and cautious, was ultimately influenced by Alicia's previous remarks, lacking some determination to fight fiercely and adding some apprehension.

In any case, regarding the existence of the elves, a powerful enemy that was despairingly strong, perhaps Allen as an individual did not need to worry about it now, but as a leader, the hobgoblin saint who valued his tribe more had to consider all the possibilities.

The saint's power and abilities had been fully demonstrated in this battle. He alone could change the course of this million-level war. How could a powerful civilization like the Elven Kingdom not see the role of a saint?

But why didn't they mobilize a saint to achieve what they needed to do by launching a war and paying a greater price at the smallest cost?

Having received the other party's reminder, Allen's mind was now filled with perplexing doubts. Even his final attack on the demigod archer, which seemed fierce and merciless, was actually restrained by Allen to a great extent.

Previously, in order not to anger the Elven Kingdom, Allen was willing to give up a great piece of fat and resolutely rejected Matriarch Penny's suggestion to attack the empty Thornsburg fortress; now that he had learned of the unconfirmed secrets, he naturally could not do any more killing to avoid the reality of what Alicia had said coming true.

Dozens more auras approached from behind, quickly arriving at the space where Allen and the others were confronting each other. Then, the dozens of figures split into two groups, standing in the air with Allen and Alicia as their cores, confronting each other with fierce, murderous expressions.

"Your Excellency, what do we do next?"

"Let's see what they plan to do!"

Allen turned his head, looked at the group of powerhouses around him who were full of the aura of war, and after confirming that the faces of the Thorns Ring powerhouses were all among them, his expression softened slightly, and he replied indifferently.

"..."

No one dared to question Allen's decision. Although everyone had been caught up in fierce fighting before, they only had awe and admiration in their hearts at this moment for the saint's actions, which were as dazzling as the sun and could not be ignored.

The wilderness and dwarven powerhouses remained still, and the elven powerhouses hundreds of meters away naturally couldn't be happier. After all, there was no saint figure like Allen in their team. If they really continued to fight, the elven powerhouses would probably be the ones to suffer in the end.

Alicia reached behind her with her left hand, quietly making several gestures. Then, this team of powerhouses forming a defensive formation stared intently at Allen and the others while slowly drifting towards the elven army in the west.

It wasn't until the elven powerhouses had retreated four or five miles away, confirming that Allen and the others had no intention of pursuing, that Alicia娇声shouted and led the team to retreat westward at full speed.

One by one, the black dots eventually disappeared on the horizon, and Allen could only sense through his aura that they were leaving him.

"Everyone, find a place to rest and reorganize. The army will also set up camp on the spot!"

"Okay!"

"Understood!"

Even the dwarven powerhouses, who were the hosts, obediently followed Allen's instructions and responded in unison.

They had taken full advantage this time. They had not only won a victory, but also recovered the Warhammer Fortress occupied by the elves and hundreds of miles of surrounding homeland. The faces of each powerhouse and leader could not hide their joy.

After casually giving instructions to the army, Allen flew south without looking back, not even bothering to check the losses of the Thorns Allied Forces.

With Albard in charge of the army, Allen believed that there would be no problems with the army. As for the losses of the Thorns Allied Forces and other situations, Allen had long been mentally prepared and naturally would not feel too distressed.

After all, this northward journey, taking the initiative to find the elven army for a decisive battle, was originally to temper this new army and eliminate the useless weak through actual combat. It was just that the process of the war was beyond the design of Allen and Albard, causing the Thorns Allied Forces to prematurely engage in a decisive battle with the other side's elite, and the losses would definitely be higher than expected, and the training effect might not be as good as imagined.

At this time, what Allen wanted to figure out most was what Alicia, the elven demigod, had said. If the other party had not deceived him, then his current breakthrough to the saint level might not be as useful to the tribe as he had imagined!

And the one who could confirm what Alicia had said and was also worthy of Allen's trust was Master Oscar, who was stationed in Nasir Fortress.

"...I didn't expect you to break through to the saint level so early!"

Oscar, who was gradually showing signs of aging, felt the aura of the domain emanating from Allen. It would be false to say that he didn't envy or was jealous, but beyond these emotions, he was more gratified and joyful that Allen had finally reached the peak of power.

"Regarding the question you raised, even if you don't ask, when you display the strength of a saint, there will be representatives of the church to explain and remind you!"

"Yes, Alicia didn't lie to you. Powerhouses who have advanced to the saint level can no longer arbitrarily interfere in secular wars!"

"As for the reason, you must have felt it in the great battle in the north!"

"If there is no rule to restrain them, the destructive power of saint-level existences to this world is unimaginable! So over time, the various forces in the Ferman world, after repeated remedial processes for saint-level incidents, finally formed such an unbreakable rule!"

"If someone dares to break this rule, then they will be hunted down by the saint monitoring existences of all forces until the other party is killed!"

"..."

After getting the answer he wanted, Allen was speechless for a moment, falling into deep thought.