Green Monster Epic

The brief tranquility vanished in an instant, immediately replaced by apocalyptic scenes of violent storms, lightning, and thunder. The azure sky, once so clear, now appeared to the creatures within a hundred-mile radius of the Greenwild Plains as if a smooth glass cup had been shattered by immense force. Countless fragments pieced together reflected numerous suns that had yet to fall.

Behind the suns and the sky, a darkness so profound it evoked a sense of death and cold from the depths of one's heart lurked. A single glance at this darkness was enough to feel one's entire soul being seduced and plunged into its icy abyss.

Above, a dozen or so powerful individuals directly facing the residual force of the Saint-Slaying were pale-faced, each unleashing their life-saving techniques, yet they could hardly escape unscathed from this wave of crazed, terrifying storm. All were involuntarily tossed about in the air, amidst the chaotic mix of storm and spatial rifts.

"Disperse for me!!"

Conversely, the massive city on the ground, along with the hundreds of thousands of Greenwild tribesmen, visiting merchants, and travelers residing within, were safely sheltered by a halo of crimson gold.

Allen, wielding a dark gold heavy sword, his slender frame now transformed into a true guardian, his feet and the heavy sword firmly planted in the earth. Endless divine power was focused upon this land, and a majestic and resilient force of domain flowed with the divine power through the earth, instantly covering the entire city.

The raging energy storm, with its endless array of magical lightning, flames, toxins, and more, crashed upon this golden halo, unable to penetrate even an inch. Under the golden light, it silently vanished from everyone's sight.

A warm aura spread from the earth into every breathing life form within the city, rekindling the light of souls frozen by the eternal, silent darkness. One after another, dazed and lifeless bodies recovered from their hypothermia, and the light of intelligence finally reappeared in their eyes.

Once the terrifying anomalies in the sky finally began to subside under the power of Feynman's will, Allen, who also felt the pressure and deterrence from Feynman's will, ceased his continuous output of divine power.

The ensuing emptiness nearly caused Allen's legs to buckle. Only now did he realize that his robust divine power had been completely depleted, exhausted in that brief display of power.

"How dare you be so presumptuous within the territory of my Greenwild tribe!!"

However, Allen's face betrayed no hint of weakness. His eagle eyes shone with divine light as he looked up at the dozen or so black dots struggling in the sky, his tone indifferent and ruthless, implying that if they could not provide a reasonable explanation, they would be crushed and slaughtered on the spot.

Countless heads of all sizes擠在一起around, silent but their lively eyes betraying their feelings, all staring with awe, gratitude, and other emotions at the hobgoblin figure who stood proudly before the statue of the Food God, propping himself up with the heavy sword.

"Chieftain Allen, your tribe disregards the temple's prohibitions, brazenly erecting false god statues in public and fabricating miracles!!"

"Such defiance and provocation of the gods! As the gods' representatives and shepherds in the Feynman world, we will personally destroy this evil thing before us. We urge Chieftain Allen to quickly sever ties with this evil, or you and your tribe will surely bear the wrath of the gods!!!"

Before Oscar and the other church envoys close to the Greenwild tribe could speak, Greta, the legendary pastor and bishop of the Church of Nature, preemptively questioned with an overbearing and fierce tone.

"Fabricating miracles??"

Allen was actually still unclear about the situation at this moment, not understanding why the temple forces, who had always been restrained, would suddenly go berserk and disrupt his tribe's most important event. However, after hearing the accusations forcibly placed upon his tribe, Allen's rational mind knew very well that he absolutely could not admit to the crimes they were trying to pin on them at this time.

"Are you mistaken about the situation?? What just happened was merely this old fellow feeling a sudden urge to show off, wanting to give everyone a surprise as my tribe's grand event came to a successful conclusion!!"

"What? Does the chieftain of my Greenwild tribe need the permission of you all to display some strength in my own territory??"

After all, Saints were the most powerful beings in the Feynman world, closest to the gods, and their numbers were exceedingly scarce. How many fortunate individuals in the vast population of the Feynman world had truly witnessed the power and demeanor of a Saint, let alone understood the difference between their power system and the power of the gods?

Even among the top experts of the various tribes in the Mansa Wilderness, few could truly distinguish the differences between divine power and the mortal power system.

As long as Allen adamantly denied the miracle event in front of everyone and insisted on taking responsibility himself, the leaders of the various temples and churches might not be able to make much of a case out of it at this time.

After all, if they were to truly tear off the pretense of civility, the temple experts in the sky, each bearing injuries to varying degrees, could not guarantee a safe and complete departure from this Green Lake City. Furthermore, the grand chapels and cathedrals that their respective churches had built at great cost would be a complete waste.

And…

"Good!! Good!! Good!!!"

Greta and his companions were momentarily speechless, and could only roar with feigned anger, their faces contorted with rage.

"We will report what happened today truthfully to His Holiness the Pope of our church. We can only hope that Chieftain Allen will still be able to prevaricate as he does now when the time comes!!"

"Hmph!!"

Allen's lips curled up into a sneer: "Even if the Pope represented by you all were present, I would give the same answer. It's impossible that I, a dignified Saint and the chieftain of the Greenwild tribe, would use lies to fob you off!!"

As he spoke, Allen's amber pupils, emitting a faint golden light, swept across the distant mountain peaks. The heavy pressure brushed past the hearts of the experts on the mountaintop, immediately deterring many of the more cunning and eager individuals.

What Allen was most worried about at this time was that the group of tribal experts on the mountaintop, also representing the wilderness, would suddenly stand up and tear down his facade due to their respective positions and interests. That would have a significant impact on Allen's goal of suppressing the incident and making it a small matter.

Fortunately, the two pillars of the wilderness who participated in the grand event this time, one with whom he had a relatively friendly relationship, and the other who was always neutral, were unlikely to contradict him at this time.

In fact, even if Allen did not make any deterrent actions at this time, the commotion he caused when he took action earlier had already completely shocked the group of experts on the mountaintop, who were either hesitant or gloating. The last time Allen took action in front of everyone was during the cooking competition thirty years ago. Everyone was very shocked at the time, but unexpectedly, only thirty years had passed, and this Saint's strength had made great progress. In everyone's eyes, the power of his actions was already comparable to that of a god.

Many people couldn't help but regret in their hearts at this time that they should have stood up to support the Greenwild tribe at that time, so wouldn't they have formed a good relationship with this Saint?