Green Monster Epic

With the biggest worry resolved, Allen breathed a slight sigh of relief, but what followed was deep anger and dissatisfaction.

His years of painstaking effort and sweat in forging himself, constantly surpassing himself and striving forward, without enjoying a good life for even a single day, had finally earned him this extraordinary power, which had instead become a shackle on his future actions!

And the root of all this lay in those greedy and powerful deities, as well as the church followers who followed and clung to them as their claws. If Allen had previously had some hesitation and uncertainty about establishing his own church and embarking on the path to becoming a god, then after this conversation with Master Oscar, he had finally strengthened his determination and goal.

Only by becoming one of the many deities in the endless starry sky could he perhaps obtain true freedom and better protect the things and people he cared about.

After bidding farewell to Oscar, Allen did not intend to return to the front line. Instead, he turned back to the Namur Fortress in the south. The front line should be in the process of clearing the battlefield and distributing the spoils of war. The elves, having just suffered a defeat and retreated, would probably not launch a surprise attack and send more people to their deaths for nothing.

The Namur Fortress had not become depressed due to the blockade of trade with the Taron Continent caused by the fighting on the front line. On the contrary, many merchants had traveled thousands of miles to transport a lot of strategic materials, trying to get a share of the pie.

However, the canyon fortress was temporarily closed, and most of the merchants who wanted to go north to the battlefield to sell their supplies or buy spoils of war from the soldiers' hands could not go to the front line. Therefore, they spent their days staying in the relatively safe Namur Fortress, which also had a lot of entertainment industries, to pass the time.

After returning to the fortress, Allen did not do anything else but went to a manor in the city to visit a very important goblin to him—Ze Lang, the first high priest of the Food God Society.

"My Lord, I am very sorry that I can no longer serve you!"

Ze Lang, the earth goblin who was now nearly 80 years old, could be considered a long-lived existence among the goblin race. At this time, he was lying weakly on a soft couch covered with many animal skins. His originally blind eyes rarely showed a look of attachment and reluctance, and he humbly apologized to Allen.

"My child, you have worked hard these years!"

Although Ze Lang's talent and ability were not outstanding, and the development of the Food God Society was slow before Alva took over the power of the Food God Society, this could not erase the credit of Ze Lang and others.

In particular, Ze Lang's own mental fluctuations were similar to Allen's, and they had a mysterious resonance connection with each other. The effect produced by this long-distance consciousness communication alone had helped Allen and the tribe a lot.

Most importantly, Ze Lang's ability allowed Allen to be liberated and travel to distant places without worrying about something happening to the tribe and not being able to receive a reminder.

"Rest well, I believe you will have a chance to continue serving me!"

Ze Lang's ability was indeed very important to Allen and the Green Field tribe, making him somewhat reluctant to give up such a useful believer. However, he could not do much about the natural law of Ze Lang's aging and death. He could not let him spend a lot of effort and cost to cook a dish that would increase his lifespan, like he did when he helped Alva last time.

With Ze Lang's aptitude, it was impossible for him to advance to the legendary level even with a mere ten years of lifespan. Therefore, it was not of much value to give him such a precious dish to eat, but rather a waste of precious materials.

"My Lord, I only hope that your divine kingdom will be established as soon as possible, so that I can continue to serve you in the divine kingdom."

Ze Lang knew that Allen's words were just to comfort him, but as a devout follower, he firmly believed that the one he believed in could allow his soul to be converted and ascend to the paradise of his dreams.

"Believe me, I will let the souls of my goblin race be reborn!"

Allen carefully checked Ze Lang's body and soul aura, and after confirming that his life was coming to an end, he patted the old goblin's withered back of his hand.

"But I still hope that you can see this day come with your own eyes!"

"Live well!"

He did not stay long in the manor where Ze Lang was resting. Soon, Allen came out again and flew straight to his castle in the inner city of the fortress.

"Seal off the castle, I want to retreat into seclusion, no one is allowed to approach here!"

As soon as Allen landed, a team of capable and strong soldiers, led by a tall bear goblin, rushed over, wanting to salute Allen, but was blocked back by his words.

"Yes!"

The bear goblin captain responded in a deep voice and led his team out of the castle.

After Allen finished ordering the castle guards, he went directly into the secret room in the castle that only he knew about for cultivation. After simply adjusting his mood, he calmed down and entered a deep meditation.

Lightly and skillfully conjuring the Flame Nova and the Seed of Faith in his sea of consciousness, Allen's speed of entering the resonance state was getting faster and faster. In just a few breaths, the power of faith gushed out from the Seed of Faith.

However, Allen keenly felt that the amount of faith power spewed out by the Seed of Faith this time was far less than the first time he autonomously entered the resonance state. It seemed that the faith power he had consumed these days far exceeded the faith power generated by his existing believers.

The newly born divine power was conceived and nurtured by the fusion of spiritual threads, the power of faith, and anger. The transformed divine power flowed autonomously in Allen's body, and an invisible and majestic aura slowly enveloped this secret room.

Just after the divine power transformation was completed, Allen's consciousness appeared again in the depths of the anger vortex in his heart and went straight to the bright Seed of Faith in the vortex.

The Seed of Faith did not seem to have changed much, but it seemed to be different. The starlight surrounding it, which only Allen could perceive, had increased a lot. However, compared to the sun-like Seed of Faith, these starlights circling the Seed of Faith were really inconspicuous.

One of the starlights should be the most dazzling existence among the many starlights. With a move of Allen's mind, he had already appeared in this starlight.

" . "

Under the control of Allen's mind, streams of golden divine power flowed from the anger vortex and condensed into drops of divine power liquid in his invisible mind.

"Alas!!"

Silently sighing, facing the drops of divine power liquid floating around that he controlled, Allen rarely felt some reluctance, but he quickly made a decision, and a drop of divine power liquid flew towards that bright and pure starlight.

Buzz!

The seemingly small starlight collided with the divine power liquid. Under Allen's consciousness monitoring, the volume of the divine power liquid shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared.

In the distant manor, Ze Lang, the earth goblin whose soul and body had decayed, suddenly became flushed. His hands, exposed beside the bed like chicken claws and dry bark, suddenly gained a bit of luster and slowly stretched out.

"Ah ~"

Ze Lang, who was in a coma, unconsciously let out a comfortable sigh, causing the children who were serving him to become nervous and quickly check his body.