Green Monster Epic

Chapter 961 Repeated Failures

Surrounded by dark clouds, Allen once again unfolded his Food God Domain, mimicking his previous movements, his hands beginning to dance rhythmically.

Ignoring the lightning leaping within the clouds, which hurtled straight towards Allen, savagely striking his frail body, each electric shock caused Allen's hair to stand on end, his muscles involuntarily twitching.

Although this naturally generated lightning was not as potent as the magic cast by legendary powerhouses, it was by no means weaker than the spells cast by high-level mages. Allen, maintaining a certain state, enduring the lightning strikes with his physical body while trying to enter that state, found the difficulty far exceeding his expectations.

A jolt of electricity suddenly struck his arm muscles, causing an uncontrollable tremor, immediately distorting his movements. The countless electrical elements within the dark clouds, which had begun to show signs of being controlled, instantly went berserk. More lightning assailed him from all directions. Even Allen, powerful as a Saint, couldn't help but feel a trace of threat.

Clang!!

The greatsword Bone Cleaver abruptly appeared in Allen's hand, immediately emitting a melodious dragon's roar. The lightning bolts that had been heading for Allen were instantly drawn towards the dark gold, broad blade as if attracted by a magnet.

Zzzzzz~

Endless electrical elements surged and roiled on the surface of the dark gold blade, but could not cross the position of the hilt to attack Allen's hands holding the greatsword.

Buzz buzz~

Bone Cleaver emitted a series of clear hums, a halo rippling faintly across the surface of the blade. After absorbing the exuberant electrical energy, it slowly began to glow and shine, while simultaneously generating temperatures of over a thousand degrees.

Allen then released his hands from the greatsword. A miraculous scene unfolded: the greatsword, weighing hundreds of pounds, hovered in the air without any force sustaining it, completely defying the laws of nature.

Allen seemed to have anticipated this situation. As the greatsword stood erect before him, helping him attract the lightning constantly emerging from the dark clouds, he finally had a more stable environment to begin his next attempt.

Taking a deep breath, Allen closed his eyes again, once more imagining himself beginning to cook in his mind. As the Food God Domain continued to expand, Allen also brought this vast dark cloud, spanning several miles, into his perception.

However, manipulating the abundant water and electrical elements within the dark cloud this time was more difficult than before. A full half a magic hour passed, and Allen was still unable to make these elements move according to his cooking techniques.

Continuously changing several techniques for processing ingredients ultimately resulted in fierce backlash from the endless elements. He had painstakingly kneaded a gradually condensing mass of enormous water element cloud in his hands, like kneading dough, but unexpectedly, the addition of a wisp of attracted electrical element caused the surface of the originally calm water cloud to instantly boil, contracting and undulating before Allen, then expanding.

Boom!!

The water cloud, several meters in size, exploded, a massive amount of water element escaping Allen's control and scurrying around. The resulting energy storm was almost comparable to a seventh-level spell, and the impact of the explosion caused Allen to sway a few times.

The surrounding clouds also continued to drift towards the distance following the laws of nature. Allen, once again tasting the bitterness of failure, looked up at the direction the dark clouds were drifting, a fighting spirit that would never admit defeat rising in his eyes.

Pat!

Without the lightning strikes, the light and heat on Bone Cleaver's blade also faded. When it fell into Allen's hand, a feeling of joyful cheerfulness transmitted from the core of the greatsword to Allen's heart, as if a gluttonous diner had enjoyed a satisfying meal. The anger flowing into Bone Cleaver from Allen was even smoother, and the runes and spell models inside the blade became even more stable.

Because of Allen's disturbance, the water and electrical elements carried within the previous cumulonimbus cloud had dissipated almost completely. The scene that could have brought a heavy rain to this land was now not even a drizzle. Fine, misty rain drifted down to the earth, forming faint white mists, permeating the entire wilderness.

Seeing that this cloud and mist could no longer meet the requirements he wanted to try, Allen re-entered that third-person perspective state and began searching for other suitable clouds in the surrounding area until he discovered another forming dark cloud in the direction he had come from.

Whoosh!!

Allen's figure flashed, his entire person once again shooting out like a cannonball, continuing to chase that newly formed cumulonimbus cloud layer.

Subsequently, for more than a year, the farmers of the Green Field Tribe began to notice some anomalies. The plains had already formed a new, stable natural climate, but recently there seemed to be some significant changes again. The duration of sunlight was showing signs of returning to the conditions of hundreds of years ago, and the rain clouds falling from the sky were much fewer.

Many places even rarely showed signs of drought, and the streams that had grown like capillaries were also gradually drying up. For a time, many Green Field Tribe scholars and Druids who specialized in studying celestial phenomena and agriculture were shocked and began to venture into the wilderness to find the cause.

They would never have imagined that on this land, there was a figure constantly chasing after the traces of rain clouds, using magical means to eliminate the rain clouds that should have fallen on the earth, and then migrating them to other lands.

The long pursuit added a bit of vicissitudes to Allen's aura, but it also allowed him to manipulate the massive magical elements within the rain clouds with increasingly successful methods.

The rain cloud in front of him, stretching for about ten miles, was slowly beginning to rotate around Allen's position like a black ribbon under the movements of Allen's arms, which were holding an iron pot and a spatula.

More than half a magic hour passed, and this huge black cloud gradually turned into the shape of a terrestrial typhoon. As the rain cloud rotated counterclockwise, gusts of clear wind also rose from the silent earth.

The clear wind continued to accelerate, chasing the speed of the clouds overhead, transforming into gales, then crossing over from gales to hurricanes. Countless trees were toppled by the gales along the way, and countless fallen leaves and branches were swept into the sky.

The insects, ants, birds, and beasts that had become accustomed to living in this jungle climate had never seen such fierce and terrifying gales. One by one, they huddled in their nests and underground caves, trembling, hoping that this huge natural disaster would pass as soon as possible.

The gales came quickly and stopped quickly. The bizarre weather was elusive. A few outsiders who were wandering and adventuring in this land took advantage of the rare calm, poked their heads out, and looked up at the sky one after another, staring with worry and curiosity at the strange dark clouds above their heads, which were flat and without a single wrinkle.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled deep within the dark clouds. Bone Cleaver stood before Allen, greedily absorbing the surrounding flickering lightning into its blade, escorting Allen, who was constantly waving kitchen utensils and seemingly dancing a war dance, but in reality, was dangerously manipulating the chaotic magic power that was gradually condensing into a solid form within the enormous cloud mass.

Above a cast iron pot less than a meter in diameter, floated a cloud of grayish-white exceeding five meters in diameter. As Allen repeatedly stirred the mixed gray-white mist with a spatula, the cloud slowly contracted inward.

Each time it contracted, the cloud became a shade whiter, and its internal density deepened. Eventually, when the cloud, initially more than five meters wide, had shrunk to just over a meter, the spherical cloud gradually transformed into a milky-white water ball.

On the surface of that water ball, streaks of electric arcs danced from time to time, like fish freely swimming in a milky liquid.

By this point, Allen, who had continuously cast spells for two or three units of time, had fine beads of sweat gradually forming on his face. Even with his current Saint-level strength, this series of actions was more tiring than a full day of intense fighting.

In particular, his seemingly vast mental power, within these short two to three units of time, showed signs of depletion due to the effort of manipulating the condensed, surging natural magic. However, he dared not relax in the slightest, continuously squeezing his sea of consciousness, pouring every newly generated wisp of mental power into controlling the high-concentration magic.

Only now did Allen realize how fortunate he had been during the final round of the cooking competition when he was able to control the massive cloud of magic that had been drawn in by the magic tide and treat it as an ingredient.

The chaotic magic he was currently manipulating was far less than one-tenth of that original cloud of magic, yet it was already pushing Allen to his limits, on the verge of collapse. He couldn't imagine how he had been able to so calmly and freely control, process, and decompose such a massive amount of magic into pure, single-elemental magic aggregates back then.

"Damn it!"

Just as the chaotic magic sphere was condensed to a size that the cast iron pot could barely contain, and Allen's right hand was about to plunge the spatula into the sphere for one last stir, the mental power surging in his brain's sea of consciousness suddenly stalled, unable to continue. The originally spherical water ball immediately began to twist and deform, and the internal balance was instantly disrupted.

Boom!

Allen only had time to throw out the legendary-grade cast iron pot and spatula together, while his emptied right hand reached back to grab the heavy sword beside him and pull it in front of his chest. A wave of majestic and ruthless shockwaves surged towards him, mixed with countless ice arrows, water arrows, electric snakes, and various other magics formed from mixed magic, directly blasting Allen away.

Allen, disheveled and with exhaustion evident in his eyes, was pushed back a hundred meters by the shockwave, which was a mixture of various types of magical power. The thick dark clouds also scattered in this shockwave, and the sky suddenly changed from dark clouds to a clear sky, which caused the creatures living on the ground to be surprised and cautiously emerge from their hiding places.

"Sigh!"

Allen felt somewhat dejected, but he wasn't discouraged in the slightest. In his life, he had experienced countless failures, and this setback was nothing.

However, when he thought about the progress he had made over the past year or so, which was far less than he had anticipated, a cloud of gloom enveloped his heart. He had promised various forces that he would produce a mature recipe and that magical dish after thirty years, and now it seemed that he had been somewhat optimistic at the time.

After more than a year of running around and constant experimentation, Allen's now-energized body naturally wouldn't feel tired, but the mental fatigue was something he couldn't easily erase.

Sensing that Fort Fatte was not far from his location, and thinking that he hadn't visited this most remote and isolated fortress of the tribe for quite some time, Allen simply landed on the ground and walked towards Fort Fatte.

The environment here had completely changed. This land used to be a barren desert, with almost no traces of animals or plants. Now, hundreds of years later, it had become a wetland. The aquatic plants sown by the druids and the various aquatic animals that had been attracted had filled this place with vitality.

Looking into the distance, there was greenery everywhere and mirror-like water surfaces. Behind each mirror was a wide lake, and countless water birds were playing on the shore and in the water, singing a noisy symphony.

Roar!

A deep and powerful voice rang out in the distance, followed by a dark mass of birds circling on the horizon. Allen's consciousness moved at the sound, and then, dozens of miles away, above a lake spanning tens of miles, he saw a two-headed flying dragon skimming the surface of the water, its claws clutching a large fish weighing over a hundred pounds, flying towards the western Mansa Mountains.

Allen hadn't expected that a natural magical beast species like the two-headed flying dragon would now be living on their land. It was likely that before long, adventurers active in the Greenwilds would follow their tracks and begin a frantic hunt for their valuable materials or the dragon eggs they produced.

"Perhaps it's necessary to have someone domesticate these two-headed flying dragons and form a flying knight squad in the tribal army in the future!"

When Allen saw the two-headed flying dragon, his first thought was not about its inherent value, but about whether its existence could bring benefits to the tribe.

With his current position and vision, the wealth represented by a mere high-level magical beast was no longer in his eyes, and he was too lazy to kill it.

"I have to mention this to Albard and the others later. This kind of attempt is not impossible."

The tribe had no shortage of druids who could communicate with animals, and it was said that the Beastman Empire had a tradition of taming two-headed flying dragons, indicating that the flying dragons could be communicated with and tamed. With the current state of the thousands of miles of wetlands around Fort Fatte, supporting thousands of flying dragon nests wouldn't be too difficult.

The further west he went, the more humid the air became. A casual wave of his fist could stir up a faint mist. As Allen walked onto the wide road connecting Aoro Town, Greenlake City, and Fort Fatte, the surrounding area gradually became filled with cultivated fields, planted with aquatic crops such as rice, taro, and lotus roots, providing Greenlake City with a source of excellent ingredients.

Soon, a continuous mountain range began to appear on the distant horizon, but it abruptly broke off at one point, revealing a wide gap, which was the Fatte Canyon, carved out by the Greenwilds tribe with countless manpower, resources, and time.

Farmers of goblins or other races were busy in the fields. As Allen walked alone on the road to the remote fortress, they couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what unfortunate thing this unlucky fellow had done to be assigned to this humid and remote fortress.