Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1006: The Long-Awaited Eruption

Light was covered by darkness, and darkness was dispelled by light, again and again.

Above the vast sky outside Pandal Fortress, two Saint-level beings tirelessly fought and struggled for three days and three nights.

The auras of the two Saints were still strong, and their movements were still fierce and mighty, stirring the space that had been reinforced by Ferman's will, causing black lightning to appear and disappear in succession, greedily devouring and destroying everything around them.

With the blessing of the Bloodlust Domain, Stirling's attack strength was already comparable to Allen, who was known for his strength. Facing a chop that weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds due to the blessing of Gravity Art, Stirling could steadily receive it with both axes and calmly launch a counterattack.

However, the Bear Goblin opposite him would often use his movement techniques to circle around him after a fierce exchange. The opponent's combat domain could effectively increase the opponent's speed, reaction, power, and so on, and it was difficult for him to catch the opponent's tail when they deliberately avoided the fight.

Both sides had their own advantages and strengths. For a time, the battle fell into a stalemate, which seemed to be a tie.

However, Stirling knew better in his heart that as the fighting on the ground battlefield stopped, the number of corpses within the radiation range of his domain decreased with each passing moment.

Even if millions of warriors had been buried here, the corpses that had turned into white bones could not provide flesh and blood nourishment.

The longer it dragged on, the smaller his chances of winning would be. Even if his strength and aura seemed to be slowly increasing at this time, vaguely suppressing his opponent's momentum, it was actually just the end of his rope and might not last long.

On the other hand, the Bear Goblin opposite him, except for the continuous eruption during the first day of fighting, in the next two days and two nights, he would only erupt again and launch a fierce attack on himself after the Fury skill's cooldown, and he was even reluctant to waste those precious potions and blessing scrolls.

This made Stirling feel somewhat underestimated, but he was helpless. Not only was his opponent's strength excessive, but his speed was also outstanding, at least a street away from him.

With the energy and stamina of a Saint, plus the magic power obtained from nature at any time, a fight lasting for several months was not a problem at all.

However, Stirling's problem was that his greatest reliance on being able to contend with his opponent now was the characteristic of the Bloodlusted combat, and the corpses of hundreds of thousands of warriors from both sides in this land under his feet.

Bloodlusters were not afraid of being injured. The more scarred they were, the more crazy they became and the greater their strength increased.

However, maintaining a state of serious injury for a long time was an extremely heavy burden for any individual, and it would also bury hidden dangers for subsequent treatment.

The flesh and blood ability converted by the Bloodlust Domain had passed its peak period. Although there was still a steady stream of energy gathering, compared to the high-speed growth at its peak, the quality and speed of energy gathering every moment were slowing down.

Without the energy blessing converted from the flesh and blood domain, just relying on the Bloodluster's self-destructive strength improvement, it would really be impossible to suppress that humanoid beast like now.

The fight did not affect Stirling's judgment and deduction. Having foreseen the predicament he would soon face, his chopping movements with both hands became even more fierce, and the offensive he launched against Allen became even more fierce.

Allen keenly felt the opponent's changes, but the threat that the opponent's changes ultimately posed to him did not increase much as a result.

The heavy sword blocked the opponent's right axe. Before his left hand's battle-axe followed closely, Allen's body floated back, easily avoiding the wind blade shot from the left axe's blade.

Ripple Step rippled in the void. Allen continued to widen the distance between them, calmly dodging and blocking the opponent's messy and powerful ranged attacks.

As time passed, at the moment when his Fury skill's cooldown ended, with a thought, the energy in his body skyrocketed, driving the bulging of his body's muscles. Allen transformed into a beast again, reversing his previous wandering state and pouncing up.

Seeing this, Stirling was not surprised but delighted. His legs slightly bent and lifted, and his whole person stirred his battle-axe and turned into a hurricane, killing him in front of Allen.

The blade of the Bone Cleaver flashed with golden light. Countless axe shadows rolled in from all directions, but Allen only slashed out one sword from it.

Boom!

The two figures passed each other in the collision, and then immediately killed back. Stirling's two battle-axes overlapped and slashed fiercely, and Allen also swept back without giving in.

The weapons of the two sparked brightly. Just as the heavy sword was blocked, Stirling's left hand, which had spare strength, suddenly exerted force again, forcibly controlling the battle-axe's movement that was also swinging to the side.

The silver battle-axe then slashed across Allen's chest, which was wide open.

"...SAK..."

Allen burst out syllables, and a shield of ice blocked in front of him. However, countless cracks appeared on its newly formed smooth ice surface, and finally shattered into countless ice crystals in front of Allen, shooting around and leaving white flowers on Allen's scales.

However, this moment was enough. Allen freed his left hand and punched the axe blade from the side, knocking it away.

A gleam flashed in Stirling's eyes, and his right hand finally dragged the battle-axe back in time, not aiming for Allen's vitals, but locking onto Allen's left arm in front of him.

The wide and heavy Bone Cleaver pulled back a little late. At this time, it seemed too late to block. Allen gritted his steel teeth and simply didn't retreat or dodge, keeping his left arm in its original position in front of him.

His right hand dragged the heavy sword but lifted upwards from the lower right, directly preparing to exchange injuries for injuries.

Puff!

Allen's left arm was neatly cut off by the battle-axe from the elbow. However, Allen's heavy sword had also fiercely lifted up from the opponent's lower right abdomen, although Stirling dodged to the side in time, but he turned his side and exposed his back, and the heavy sword also slashed on the sturdy armor.

Ga~~

In the harsh tearing friction, the two separated immediately. Stirling staggered and vomited blood, gliding in the air, while Allen endured the severe pain and swooped down, the target being his forearm that had fallen to the ground.

Stirling, who seemed to have gained the upper hand in the exchange of injuries, quickly turned back and killed again. The terrifying wound on his back did not hurt his vitals, and the blood flowing out was not wasted, but turned into pure energy and returned to his body with the help of the domain power.

However, when he saw Allen's subsequent actions, his originally somewhat gratified face converged again, and his eyes became more cautious.

Allen, who was swooping down, caught up with the broken arm in two breaths. The broken wound stretched forward skillfully, and happened to meet the broken arm that was in free fall.

Like a magnet attracting, after the broken arm came into contact with the wound, the broken bones, blood vessels, and fascia inside were connected with the energy flow, and actually regained their function. This was the powerful ability brought about by the body's energy transformation.

However, the surging divine power within Allen was immediately reduced by at least ten percent due to this repairing action. For a powerhouse with a bottomless energy pool, this was a method not to be used lightly, especially in a prolonged duel and battle. Such a waste of internal energy was not wise.

After reattaching his arm, Allen casually rotated it and found no abnormalities. Then, he swept his greatsword, colliding with the approaching double axes once again.

“…Dr. G…”

Just as the weapons clashed, Allen chanted a magical syllable in a low voice. The black dragon scale armor he wore shimmered with magical energy, and immediately, the powerful ‘Dragon Strength’ effect was amplified on Allen's body.

Dong!! Ding!!

The crisp sounds of the weapons colliding merged together. If one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to distinguish them. The exploding sound waves alone formed a shockwave, along with the power emanating from the two Saints carried on their weapons, instantly turning their surroundings into a vacuum.

An immense force, far exceeding any previous encounter, struck. Stirling felt his palms go numb, and the battle axes held in both arms involuntarily smashed back towards his chest, heavily landing on his demigod-level armor, sending him flying away like a cannonball.

Having regained the upper hand, Allen didn't delay at all. He tapped his feet using the Ripple Step, his figure transforming into a black line as he pursued closely. At the same time, his left hand didn't forget to pull out a bottle of precious potion from his dimensional bag and pour it into his mouth. His terrifying aura, like mountains and abysses, immediately surged several times over. Just running and chasing in the sky, which was gradually filling with air, produced ear-piercing sonic booms.

Smashed away, Stirling also sensed something was amiss. His inconvenient left hand still reached into the dimensional bag at his waist, and without looking, he threw several scrolls and magical tools towards the trajectory of his incoming opponent. Then, a cold light flashed from the battle axe in his right hand, directly destroying all of these tools, releasing the magical energy contained within.

Whoosh!!!

Allen held his sword in front of his chest, a transparent magical halo on the blade acting as his vanguard, directly piercing through the legendary-level magic released from those several scrolls and magical tools. It was the Bone Splitter's inherent magic-breaking rune effect.

Emerging from the continuous array of various colors of magic, Allen looked slightly disheveled. All the hair growing on his head was burned away in the process, and there were still traces of electric sparks and flames remaining on his black dragon scale armor. Completely disregarding this, Allen still plunged forward, closing the distance with his opponent once again under the enhancement of the battle domain.

However, with this brief delay, Stirling finally regained control of his body. All the energy he could mobilize was poured into the battle axe in his hand. The overwhelmingly powerful battle skill was danced into a steel wall composed of axe shadows in front of him.

“Die!!”

That pure and dangerous golden light of the Saint-Slaying Battle Skill bloomed once again in the Feyman World. Countless eyes involuntarily closed slightly at this moment, as if looking at it again would burn them blind.

This time, the golden light didn't form a beam to cleave open the sky in front of them. Instead, under Allen's powerful will control, all the energy converged on the Bone Splitter's blade.

Clang!!!

The golden halo and the powerful shockwave rapidly spread outwards. A mass of pure darkness engulfed the bodies of Allen and Stirling. The hundreds of powerhouses watching from afar were still swaying uncontrollably in the suddenly appearing hurricane exceeding level thirteen, filled with shock and fear. The two Saints also had drastic changes in their expressions. However, the Beastman Saint's face, in addition to shock, had a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of joy, while the Human Saintess Joanna felt deeply uneasy, with a bad premonition.

Crack crack crack~~~

Whoosh~~~

The space where Allen had just unleashed that slash had been directly opened up by him, creating a window two or three miles long and wide. From the window, the eternal dark space of the endless starry sky was seen by the world. Even through this window, one could see distant, large and small fiery planets. It was unknown which ancient deity's former divine kingdom that was, or perhaps another unknown plane world.

The Feyman Will tirelessly continued to repair the cracks in this world, and the window was shrinking inwards at a visible speed, but the figures of the two powerhouses, Allen and Stirling, could not be seen anywhere.

In the endless starry sky, a huge hole had been cleaved through Stirling's chest, along with his sturdy armor. The original location of his liver and lungs was empty, with only a damaged heart still beating slowly and rhythmically.

Fortunately, after reaching the Saint stage, all Saints would passively or actively complete the energy transformation of their bodies. This was a significant characteristic of powerhouses at the Saint level. And in the process of body energy transformation, almost all powerhouses would first want to energize important vital parts of their bodies, such as organs, eyeballs, and so on.

Stirling was no exception. In the three days and three nights of persistent battle, he had gone from being suppressed at the beginning to gradually taking control of the situation later, relying on the characteristics of the Bloodlust Domain. Even though he was battle-hardened and experienced, he had not expected that the ferocious beast in front of him was actually hiding such a powerful and unmatched explosive force.

According to his expectations, the opponent's true burst would at most be the Fury skill plus the enhancement of potions, for which he was prepared. After all, even for a Saint, there was a limit to the instantaneous burst of energy that the energized body could withstand. At least, in Stirling's knowledge, he had never seen an existence stronger than a god's avatar.

But he happened to meet Allen, a berserker who, from the moment he understood fighting, had been walking on a path of pursuing the ultimate. Back when he was still at the Legend rank, he had been constantly troubled by his inability to withstand a stronger burst of power. Even now, after his Saint-level body was energized, he was constantly improving the load-bearing capacity of his body.

“Hiss~~~”

Using the life-saving tools on his equipment, Stirling, who had luckily escaped a fatal killing move, took another deep breath. However, the expected replenishment of energy did not enter his body much. Feeling something was wrong, Stirling finally opened his eyes and looked around. It would have been better if he hadn't looked. When he saw the area he was in, his already pale face turned even whiter, like a wall plastered with several layers of lime putty.

It turned out that at some point, the two Saints in battle had broken away from the real world and arrived in the deathly silent and icy cold endless starry sky.

If other Saints suddenly changed the battlefield, it wouldn't matter much and wouldn't have a big impact on their battle. But Stirling, as a Bloodletter, was greatly shocked. The sudden change of venue made him lose his greatest reliance. At this time, the only things within the range of the Bloodlust Domain that he could convert into energy were his own wounded and shattered flesh, and there were no other flesh and corpses for him to convert.

“Wait!!”

Seeing the ogre charging over with the greatsword again in the distance, the human Saint Stirling, who was severely injured, already had a scattered look in his eyes. He quickly used his mind to send out a signal of defeat in this vacuum: “I surrender!!! I lost!!”