Green Monster Epic

Golden light flashed, the earth trembled, and all living beings in the Greenwild Plains, based on the actual area controlled by the Greenwild Tribe, turned their heads at the same time to face the location of Allen in Green Lake City.

The golden light gradually dissipated, transforming back into invisible and colorless energy that sank into the earth. A magical rune, undetectable to outsiders, rippled between the earth and the sky, flashing with a golden halo like breathing, though this halo was almost invisible to anyone.

Nature issued a silent cheer. Animals and birds bowed their heads, and trees bent without wind, as if they had intelligence, welcoming the first new master of the Greenwild Plains in tens of thousands of years.

Allen seemed to sense something. Although he was surrounded by countless eyes and figures, his body rose dozens of meters into the air, his arms stretched forward in an embrace of the world, proudly and confidently overlooking the entire land.

"The future of Mansha will be created by our generation!"

"The master of Greenwild is me, Allen Witt!"

Whoosh!!!!

This time, not only was Green Lake City engulfed in a tidal wave of sound once again, but in the wilderness unseen by the Greenwild tribesmen and guests, countless creatures living on this land roared to the sky.

The beautiful golden halo on the vast earth also flashed with its most brilliant light at this moment. Although probably no one but Allen could perceive it, the magical aura connected Allen with the entire Greenwild land, causing him to feel an inseparable connection in his heart.

Even the clergy members of the Food God Church benefited from this. As the invisible golden energy sprinkled down from the sky, much of it was absorbed into the bodies of these clergy members, and then knowledge of divine arts emerged in their minds.

Animal Pacification (Greenwild Plains), Summon Natural Spirits (Greenwild Plains), Wrath of Nature (Greenwild Plains).

Various divine arts that could only be used in the Greenwild Plains area, a dozen in all, made the Food God Church clergy members, who did not yet know what was happening, dizzy. As they gradually digested the suddenly appearing knowledge, they also felt more joy and pride.

They should feel honored to follow such a powerful and mighty leader and god. Now, receiving such rewards and graces from the Lord they served made their somewhat selfish faith even more pure and sincere.

Of course, this divine grace did not come from Allen's hand, but rather, as Allen initially grasped the regional authority of 'Lord of Greenwild,' he unconsciously scattered the pure spiritual power of the unified Greenwild Tribe into the earth. This was a feedback from controlling the Greenwild Plains with the strength of his tribesmen, which gave these managers on the ground a little benefit.

Even Allen himself did not know about the changes happening to the clergy members under his command at this moment. His main consciousness was currently roaming in the vast Greenwild fertile land, sometimes appearing on the city walls of Fort Fart, and sometimes appearing on a gray rat on the eastern foot of the Cartol Mountains.

The magical ability made him linger, while his body was controlled by his divine consciousness, revealing no flaws.

"Here, I also sincerely thank you all for your support. Without the support of the Alliance and the Temple, it would not have been possible for the various tribes of the Northern Border to defeat the powerful Elven Kingdom army and drive them out of the Northern Border."

"At the same time, I also hope that the Alliance and the Temple can continue to increase their support for the Northern Border."

"This time, the Elven Kingdom's offensive was repelled by us, but their war with the Dwarf Kingdom has not ended. In order to implement the Temple's concept of natural balance and maintain the stability of my Mansha Wilderness, there will inevitably be a great war between my Northern Border and the Elven Kingdom next!!"

"Precisely, I will use this war as the first step to fulfilling my oath!!"

Allen under the divine consciousness had a colder majesty. The arrogant aura from before, as 'He' controlled Allen's body, was also restrained back into his body.

The change of topic was not abrupt, and the gratitude to the Alliance and the Temple, along with the softened behavior, eased the tense atmosphere among the powerful forces in the sky.

"If you have nothing else to say, then please return to your seats and let us all drink a cup together!!"

What should be revealed was revealed, and what should be deterred was deterred. This time, obtaining the support of Davinci and Briken, two pillars, as well as the tribal representatives of their respective camps, was a pleasant surprise for Allen, and it far exceeded the deterrent force he had prepared himself, allowing the Temple to be wary.

If Allen was still worried that the power he displayed was not enough to make the Natural Temple give up its murderous intentions towards him and Greenwild, then now, with the support of Davinci, Briken, and the Centaur race, Allen and the Greenwild Tribe no longer had such concerns.

Unless the Natural Temple wanted to completely tear apart its relationship with the Alliance, directly rule over the more than one hundred tribal forces in the Mansha Wilderness, and the three Centaur royal courts, they would no longer be able to do anything to Allen.

Even the members of the Natural Temple themselves were clear that the strength of the Natural Temple's dozen or so churches was simply not enough to unify the wilderness, let alone with the powerful Centaur race behind them.

"I have a few words to say!!"

Many tribal representatives began to descend to the mountaintop stands. Allen was very politely inviting Davinci, Briken, and other heavyweights to return to their seats when a harsh voice suddenly rang out, causing the relaxed atmosphere to change once again.

The elderly Davinci frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in Briken's eyes, obviously dissatisfied with the suddenly speaking object.

"Please!!"

Fortunately, Allen acted generously, unconcernedly making way for the central position and continuing to lead Davinci and others back to their seats.

"Since the Mansha Wilderness appeared in the Feyman World, my Natural Temple has lived on this land together with the native remnants of the wilderness and the aborigines expelled by the four major civilizations."

"Many races have disappeared in the long river of history. The races represented by you who have survived are very lucky, because your ancestors were able to grow to their current state precisely because they received the protection of my Natural Temple in the barbaric era."

"Even the members of the Mansha Alliance have risen and fallen. Many tribes that seem majestic and flourishing may disappear overnight, but my Natural Temple still stands."

"Today, we have witnessed the birth of a powerful Saint and the rise of a powerful tribe under him. We are all happy and proud for you!!"

"However, history is before us, and experience and lessons are what new powerhouses and tribes need to pay attention to. I only hope that your Greenwild Tribe, under the leadership of His Excellency Allen, can go further and further!!"

In any case, the momentum of the Natural Temple must not fall. Although they lost the first opportunity and did not anticipate the powerful supporters behind Greenwild, Brown, the head of the Natural Church's Evangelization Court, and the representative of the most powerful church in the Natural Temple today, seemed to be patiently persuading and earnestly teaching the younger generation, but in reality, his words were mixed with a reluctance to show weakness and a reminder.

The ignorant goblins below were still cheering, but Allen, the protagonist in the words on the stands, did not care at all, only smiling faintly, fully accepting Brown's敲打(knocking/warning).