Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1004: Bloodthirsty Saint

The Mansha Alliance had a good amount of information on human powerhouses, but compared to the Beastman Empire, the main opponent of humans, they had more detailed information.

The human Saintess that Allen encountered on the battlefield in front of Pandal Fortress was not in the information that the Alliance had given him.

It was only after a conversation with Elvis that Allen understood that this human powerhouse named Joanna Walkley was a newly promoted Saintess of the Spring Church, now renamed the Church of the Four Seasons, and also the successor who would soon replace the old Pope.

Allen took the delivered information, carefully examined it for more than ten minutes, and then firmly remembered everything in his heart, handing it over to the divine consciousness to handle.

He got up and stretched his waist, moved his somewhat stiff body a few times, and then Allen turned to examine Cole's aura, who had not completely digested the magic of the 'Core of Life', and then laughed heartily and said: "Let's go!! Today, your teacher will let you broaden your horizons, which may be of great help to your breakthrough!!!"

Clang!!!!!

A dragon's roar tore through the entire quiet manor, and the dark golden heavy sword returned to the real world, autonomously making a sound to announce its existence.

Allen affectionately stroked his old partner in his hand, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, kicking up a shock wave that set off a gust of wind, and his figure disappeared from the ground with a whoosh.

When Cole looked up at the sky, Allen was already hundreds of meters away.

Seeing this, Cole, a peak Goblin Legend, was unwilling to be outdone. She also reached into her dimensional bag, and the heavy sword Black Fire leaped into her palm. Then, Cole let out a phoenix cry and followed Allen's back into the sky.

Just flying out of the fortress city and passing through the magic shield above the city, a fishy wind mixed with deep sounds of fighting rushed towards them.

Various visions in the sky rose and fell one after another, and the legendary powerhouses of the two civilizations were also fighting fiercely, fearlessly.

"Chieftain Allen, have you rested well these past few days?"

Elvis, the Beastman Holy Knight Commander, who had sent a message to Allen, and Commander Patrick had already flown to the front line battlefield, just waiting for the next good show.

Seeing Allen's arrival, Beastman Grand Marshal Patrick quickly greeted him and asked with a friendly smile.

"Thank you for the Empire's hospitality, and also thank you for the gifts you have prepared for me."

Allen nodded slightly, and also greeted the people in the sky politely, until a few figures with equally undisguised powerful auras appeared in the distant sky, immediately attracting Allen's attention.

"Sorry, I'm an impatient person. Now that the main characters have appeared, I won't chat with you guys."

"Wait for my good news of triumph!!"

Full of confidence, Allen cupped his hands, and without waiting for Elvis and the others to respond politely, he had already flown out with his heavy sword, heading straight for the direction where the human powerhouses were.

"Allen Witt, chieftain of the Green Field Tribe of the Mansha Wilderness, is here to challenge the human powerhouses, to repay the debts of the human kingdom and church for their repeated pursuits and ambushes of me more than a hundred years ago!!"

"Is there any human warrior who will take the initiative to stand up and take responsibility, and fight me???"

The roar, filled with divine power, turned into the loudest thunder in the world, covering up the noise of the millions of warriors fighting on the ground.

Allen's sword pointed, and golden flames instantly rose from his black scale armor, like a golden moon more dazzling than the sun in the sky, capturing everyone's attention.

His arrogant gaze swept around the powerhouses in the human direction, and finally stopped on the two or three human figures more than ten miles away directly opposite him, the contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth swaying up and down with that head, particularly dazzling.

"Hmph!!"

The three human figures in the distance, besides the Saintess Joanna, whom Allen had met once before, also included a human warrior whose aura was as terrifying as a bottomless lake, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a thick beard between his cheeks, wearing a set of black armor.

Through the other party's appearance and aura, Allen roughly guessed the identity of this obviously newly arrived Saint-level powerhouse.

Just as the other party snorted coldly, Allen stretched out two fingers and hooked them, his eyes also showing a provocative look.

As for the other demigod-level human powerhouse following behind the two Saints, Allen completely ignored him, and his eyes did not linger on the other party at all.

"Sterling Gulin, knight of the Purple Gold Star, conferred by the Lionheart Kingdom, accepts your challenge!!!"

Nominally a great knight conferred by the Lionheart Kingdom and concurrently the head of the kingdom's Knights, but in reality, a bloodthirsty warrior Saint of the Church of the Afflicted, arranged in the Lionheart Dynasty to dominate the political situation.

As he stepped forward, a pair of single-edged battle axes were already in his hands.

"That's what I've been waiting for you to say!!!"

The battle situation on the ground and in the sky seemed a little weak due to Allen's high-profile appearance.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Allen waited until the last word of Sterling fell, and then launched a fierce attack.

The killing intent of the Instant Kill Sword Technique instantly appeared in front of Sterling as the heavy sword in his hand quickly stabbed forward.

"Ha!!"

Just as Sterling shouted loudly and heavily chopped out two battle axes to forcibly chop the sword technique in front of him, the divine scripture in the hand of the human Saintess Joanna, not far behind him, burst out with a dazzling light first.

A set of legendary-level various divine spells was cast on Sterling first.

Clang!!!!

The two battle axes crossed together, and the human bloodthirsty Saint, with bulging veins, forcibly split Allen's sword momentum, seizing the opportunity of a vacuum suddenly appearing in front of him.

Sterling stomped on the void under his feet, and his figure speed increased to the extreme, rushing to kill Allen in front of him, turning from defense to offense.

"Heh~~"

Allen saw the human's small actions in his eyes, and he had no other emotions besides contempt.

The corner of his mouth once again contemptuously made a syllable, and at the same time, the heavy sword was directly dragged back by his right hand, his chest and waist twisted, rotating 360 degrees with the tip of his right foot as the center, the heavy sword whistling and slashing back from the lower evil side towards the two battle axes rushing in front of him.

Clang!!!!!

Boom!!!!!

The ultimate restrained energy did not vent out, but only the sound waves generated by the collision of the two sides' weapons pushed the surrounding air outward, and then were re-injected back under the influence of natural rules.

The two Saints used their own bodies to absorb all the energy contained in each other's weapons, and the bodies colliding together expanded outward with the sound waves, and also drew out dozens of meters.

Allen's face was as usual, and there was a bit more satisfaction in his eyes.

This was one of the few Saints he had encountered after his promotion to demigod who could withstand his attack head-on, although the other party's mouth was overflowing with a touch of red blood at this time.

Madness flickered in Stirling's pupils. He licked away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth with his pink tongue. Other battle professionals might panic at being injured in the first exchange, but for Stirling, a Bloodletter, such injuries were expected, even desired from the start.

"Good!! Again!!"

Having sustained some injuries, Stirling roared again, his aura even more robust and solid. Simultaneously, a blood-red halo expanded outwards, enveloping an area of over ten miles.

On the ground battlefield, the wounds of countless nameless corpses, long dead and cold, were affected by the blood-colored halo. The blood and exposed flesh of the wounds began to evaporate, transforming into wisps of red mist that drifted towards the human powerhouse in the sky.

With a great leap, Stirling brought down his two hand axes, aiming directly for Allen's head like Mount Tai pressing down. Allen, not to be outdone, parried with his heavy sword, unleashing the Threefold Wave sword technique the moment the three weapons collided. Several powerful waves of divine power surged along the axe blades towards Stirling's body.

"Open!!"

Allen's muscles suddenly bulged, and even his figure seemed to grow taller in the eyes of onlookers. With the Rage skill activated, his strength surged several levels, immediately blasting the stalemated human away.

Stirling retreated a dozen meters, took a deep breath, and inhaled the surrounding red mist like swallows returning to their nest. The pure flesh and blood energy transformed into nourishment, further enhancing his strength. He stomped down, sending out a ripple as his body transformed into a cannonball once again, hurtling towards Allen in front of him.

Buzz!!

The space around Allen twisted for a moment, and his combat domain activated with his will. He channeled the surging divine power, enhanced by the Rage skill, into his heavy sword, meeting the approaching enemy head-on with a merciless Sky Cleaver.

Clang!!!!

As the weapons clashed, dangerous black lightning crackled in the surrounding dozens of meters, the result of space being torn apart by the scattered energy from the two Saints' exchange.

Allen's strong body rippled like the surface of water. His energy-formed body endured the powerful impact, absorbing the energy from his opponent's battle axe. Meanwhile, the human Saint who had been blasted away once again spat out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into a blood mist and was reabsorbed into his body with each breath, his frenzied aura continuing to rise.

"Ha!!"

Stirling, having barely stopped his retreat, pushed off the ground again and charged back. With his arms slightly outstretched, he twisted his thick waist, sending the double axes spinning before him, tearing out even more black lightning.

Ding! Clang!! Clang!! Clang!!

With the combat domain activated, Allen's speed was already sufficient to shake off his opponent, but he had no intention of avoiding the enemy's attack. Instead, he wielded his heavy sword with incredible speed, as if it were a light, single-handed weapon.

He slashed and hacked with the heavy sword, each strike carrying tremendous force, regardless of how fast the human powerhouse spun or how many times his battle axes struck.

Clang!!!!

In the end, Stirling could no longer control his excessive spinning momentum. He gathered the remaining force of his wild fighting technique, adding his full power to a final strike, and slammed his double axes fiercely towards Allen's face, only to have them blocked firmly by Allen's heavy sword!!

The two separated. Stirling continued to cough up blood, preparing to regroup, but Allen, recovering even faster, had already made his move.

He gripped the heavy sword with both hands and thrust it forward violently. The condensed, berserk divine power shot out as a beam of golden light, forcing Stirling, dozens of meters away, to raise his double axes to parry. As the golden light shot out, a vacuum formed in front of Allen. He twisted his thick waist and right foot, causing the heavy sword to rotate 360 degrees again, leaving a phantom trail in the vacuum, chasing after the golden light's tail.

Boom!!!!

In the midst of the violent energy storm, Stirling managed to block the massive energy contained within Allen's instant-kill technique with relative composure. Just as he prepared to retrieve his double axes and fight again, darkness fell before his eyes. Allen's imposing figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the dark-golden heavy sword only a few inches from his face.

Stirling's pupils constricted. In his shock, all he could do was quickly mobilize the energy within his body and channel it into his battle axes. The muscles in his arms bulged, and he desperately guarded himself in front. At the same time, he uttered a single syllable, and the magical aura of the earring on his earlobe flickered, as a crackling lightning shield formed in front of his chest.

Buzz~~~

Clang, Clang!!!

A burst of electric light intertwined with a surging shockwave erupted, and Stirling's black figure shot out from within, sliding awkwardly through the air.

Whoosh!!

Enhanced by the combat domain, Allen's speed reached its limit. Having gained the upper hand, he unleashed his fighting style to the fullest, chasing after his opponent's figure and repeatedly sending him flying, as if batting a ball.

Fueled by the Bloodlust Domain and surrounded by a bloody battlefield with countless corpses providing flesh and blood energy, Stirling's aura and strength had reached their peak. With only half of his body able to be energized, he could only bear the surging energy within him. He felt the parts of his body that were still flesh and blood throbbing with pain, but under the pursuit of his powerful enemy, he had no choice but to continue absorbing the red mist transformed by the domain, further enhancing his power.

Even with his power enhanced to such a degree, Stirling was still unable to contend with the enemy before him, whose appearance was not particularly imposing, and the relentless attacks that seemed to never cease. Stirling even had the illusion that his opponent, whose size seemed comparable to his own, was actually hiding an ancient behemoth beneath his skin.

The two's battle completely engulfed the entire battlefield. One moment they were exchanging blows dozens of miles east, and the next moment their figures had arrived in the west. Behind them, a continuous stream of black lightning filled the sky, along with violent hurricanes and endless shockwaves sweeping across the land and sky.

To avoid being caught in the crossfire, the commanders of both the Orc Empire and the Human Alliance made the most correct decision at almost the same time: to sound the retreat and order their troops to withdraw a hundred miles away.

The legion's formation completely collapsed, and everyone ran for their lives, while also resisting the powerful suction from the sky. People were constantly collapsing from exhaustion, their feet leaving the ground, and they were instantly pulled into the sky. Before they could be sucked into the endless starry sky by the cracks, they were cut into countless pieces of flesh by even finer spatial fissures, and finally disappeared into the deep darkness.