Green Monster Epic

The brief, deathly silence was broken by the clanging, orderly footsteps of the Green Field Tribe's belated main force entering battle readiness. They finally appeared, various sharp weapons in hand, pointing towards the ten Temple powerhouses in the sky. Simultaneously, the surrounding church complex was encircled by countless well-trained Green Field warriors, awaiting only their commander's order to erase the magnificent, sacred structure from the city.

Greta and the others in the sky, filled with anger, now found themselves in a somewhat difficult position. They had acted to destroy the 'Food God' statue because it emanated familiar divine power and domain force – power only gods and their favored representatives could wield. As the gods' watchdogs in the Feyman world, the Temple's powerhouses had to react, even if only to show their stance.

However, with the sudden appearance of Saint Alan and the Green Field Tribe's army surrounding them, ready for an attack, their goal of destroying the statue was impossible. Even if the dozen of them joined forces with the Temple's armed forces in Green Lake City, they would have no chance of winning.

But to make them submit and bow their heads to Alan in front of all the envoys of the Mansha Alliance on the mountaintop was even more impossible!!

The Natural Temple's control over the Mansha Wilderness was already weaker than the direct and powerful control of the other four civilizations that depended on their respective divine systems. If they appeared too weak in front of a tribal leader today, then soon more than a hundred other tribes in the Mansha Wilderness would follow the Green Field Tribe's example, testing and challenging the Natural Temple's authority.

At that time, it would no longer be easy for the Temple to openly and secretly control the development and policies of the wilderness, let alone unite the wilderness to resist the other four major civilizations and maintain the balance of nature.

"Huff~~~"

"However, this misunderstanding today was indeed caused by me, and the honorable adults should not be completely blamed for fulfilling their duties!!"

"Master Oscar and honorable adults, if you still have any doubts about the previous phenomenon, you can report it to your church. I will wait for the supervisors from the churches behind you at the snow-capped mountaintop of the Cartor Mountains to thoroughly sort things out!!"

"However, do not involve my tribe and clansmen in this matter, or I don't know what kind of resistance and retaliation I will take after I go crazy!!"

Among the Temple hosts, High Druid Oscar, a Legendary powerhouse, made direct eye contact with Alan on the ground. The complex emotions in his eyes were palpable, causing Alan to frown slightly. At the same time, the rational thoughts of the divine consciousness in his mind were conducting an effective and rapid analysis and exchange with Alan. The complex emotions in his heart were suppressed with a deep breath.

Reversing his previous strong performance, Alan, after putting away his greatsword, also restrained his aura. With a calm and sincere expression, he expressed his goodwill to Oscar and the other three presiding priests of the Oak Camp.

"Green Field warriors, listen to the order, return to your respective positions, disperse!!"

With a series of clanging footsteps, the tense atmosphere in Green Lake City also relaxed. The Temple powerhouses in the sky, watching the withdrawing soldiers retreat to the corners of the city, finally breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

"Since Lord Alan has said so, we have nothing else to say."

Greta's overly strong attitude made it impossible for him to be the one to communicate with Alan, so he had to hand over the task of communication to Oscar, whom Alan had also named. Oscar, whose expression had also softened a lot, although he didn't like this environment of being watched, still took the initiative to return Alan's goodwill in order to avoid the situation from escalating again.

"We also…"

"Forget it, I won't disturb your tribe's competition award ceremony. After your tribe's grand event is over, let's sit down and have a good talk!!"

Originally, Oscar wanted to express some apology, but after his gaze swept over the stiff faces of his other companions, he held back these words. The dignity of the Natural Temple needed to be maintained, and even Alan, a Saint-level existence, would hardly receive a sincere apology from the priests representing the Temple.

Moreover, these priests did not think that their actions were wrong, because they indeed knew what that scene just now specifically represented.

Since Alan took the initiative to back down, he naturally thought of the other party's possible response. However, seeing the arrogance in the eyes of these high-ranking priests, there was still some depression rising in his heart.

Taking another deep breath, Alan nodded and said, "Then I won't keep you all here. Farewell, everyone!!"

Watching the ten powerful figures in the sky slowly fly towards the grand cathedral in the neighboring city area, Alan refocused his gaze and looked around. Raising his anger to his throat, a sonorous voice resounded: "Everyone has been frightened!!!!"

"Next, let our tribe's children do what they should do first, and then I will send a gift as compensation for frightening everyone this time!!"

"Hey you, come and continue to host the competition!!!!"

In fact, even if Alan didn't say these words, most of the owners of the hundreds of thousands of eyes present would not blame the Green Field Tribe because of today's events. On the contrary, because of this soul-stirring experience today, the participants in the arena were as if they had watched an amazing and unparalleled play. They would savor it for the rest of their lives.

The cheers and celebrations went from sparse to climax in just a dozen breaths. Seeing this scene, Alan couldn't help but nod slightly. While waving his hand, he stepped on the hard stone bricks with both feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow, finally landing on the not-so-towering mountaintop square in the north.

"Alright, everyone!!!!"

"Allow me to interrupt everyone's mood. Next, let's get this most important thing done first. Please invite the first-place winner of this cooking competition to come forward and receive the prize prepared by our tribe for you…"

Bare-chested, with patches of hair either bald or messy, the Hobgoblin Legendary Fuluoke, who looked somewhat comical, quickly took over the conversation after Alan left, continuing his previous unfinished important mission.

The powerhouses of the wilderness on the mountaintop were now somewhat embarrassed when facing the approaching Alan. After all, they had been hesitant to help before, which seemed somewhat disloyal, except for the Thorns Ring powerhouses who flew into the sky at the last moment to try to intercept the Temple powerhouses.

"Every time I see Lord Alan take action, his strength breaks our inherent understanding. How can we old folks bear the speed of your progress!!!!"

However, Briken and Yalian were thick-skinned and had no restraint or embarrassment at all. They just got up to meet Alan's approaching figure, and said with envy, "If you have time, please communicate with us well. How did you achieve such rapid progress?"

"Lord Briken, please don't make fun of me!!"

Alan also smiled slightly, shaking his head in response.