Green Monster Epic

The spatial cracks created by the battle between the two Saints were too large. Even if the Will of Ferman had already set its sights on this place and strengthened the local laws of nature to the extreme, it would still take a considerable amount of time to repair the window that Allen had cleaved open with his sword.

During this period, countless materials from the Ferman world itself were being devoured. These materials were actually the foundation of the Ferman world's existence. If this continued unchecked, allowing the endless starry sky to devour it, then the end of this world would not be far off. This is why the Will of Ferman has always been so opposed to existences that could threaten the Ferman world.

After the appearance of this huge spatial window, Allen and Stirling disappeared without a trace. The hundred or so legendary and above powerhouses who were watching from afar did not dare to approach this battlefield. They just stared intently at the window that was constantly healing, waiting for the two to reappear.

More than half a magic hour passed, and the window had shrunk from its previous size of two to three thousand meters in length and width to a mere dozen meters. As the time for its final closure drew nearer and nearer, but still no sign of the two Saints, everyone present became somewhat anxious.

Although Saints can survive in the endless starry sky, they are not, after all, mages. They do not understand spatial coordinate positioning or long-distance spatial teleportation techniques. If they fail to return before the spatial crack disappears, then what awaits them may be an endless, lonely wandering in the starry sky, until the end of their lifespan or they can no longer endure the lonely, silent aura and commit suicide.

Of course, it is also possible to encounter other creatures wandering in the endless starry sky, but since the other party can survive in the harsh environment of the starry sky, they are naturally fierce and ruthless. The final outcome may not be more fortunate than wandering alone.

Coeur's expression was particularly tense. The hands gripping the greatsword had turned a ghastly green from excessive force. Even when she was ambushed and almost died at the hands of humans, she had never been so afraid. She had just made a vow in her heart to protect her teacher and the chieftain of her tribe at all costs. She certainly did not want her teacher to be exiled to the endless starry sky in the blink of an eye, never to be heard from again!!

Powerless to act, Coeur felt a sudden urge at one moment to rush into the spatial window with her sword and bring her teacher back, or at least wander alongside her teacher.

But in the end, reason held her back. Her current strength would not only fail to help in the endless starry sky, but might even become a burden to her teacher. And for the sake of her teacher's instructions, to prepare for the worst-case scenario for future development, she had to stay behind for the tribe and shoulder her responsibilities.

"Why couldn't I have been a little more diligent and persevered a little more back then? If I had the strength of a demigod now, then even if I couldn't help Teacher too much in the challenge, I could at least buy them more time to escape now!!"

Her hopeful gaze turned to the demigod-level powerhouses among the orcs on her left and right. If they could take action to further damage the original spatial crack, or at least delay the crack's self-healing, then Teacher might be able to retreat in time.

But as Coeur looked around, she found that the few demigod existences in the team, as well as the Saint Paladin Elvis, who had been friendly to Allen, had no intention of taking action. They just watched as the spatial crack gradually disappeared from their sight.

And the human powerhouses who were peacefully confronting them in the distance also seemed to be indifferent, as if the enemy who was fighting with Allen was not one of their members.

Although Coeur was very clear in her mind that these people's choices were justifiable, because at this time, the Will of Ferman was watching here. Whoever tried to sabotage and delay the time for the laws of nature to repair the spatial cracks at this time would face the wrath of the Will of Ferman head-on.

This was not without precedent. There were quite a few relevant cases with definite historical records. The lighter consequences were nothing more than being attacked by magic no weaker than the legendary level, and the more serious consequences could be the application of permanent, dimensional anchor-like magic special effects, from which point onward they would have to say goodbye to all space-related props. Unless they possessed the strength of a Saint-level, able to withstand the punishment of the Will of Ferman, otherwise no one would risk their lives for others.

Moreover, at this time, the laws within this space that was being repaired were unstable. A slight carelessness could lead to following in the footsteps of Allen and the others, being exiled to the endless starry sky, or simply having a part of their body cut off by this ubiquitous spatial crack. Although it would not be fatal, it would not be worth it!

Seeing that the spatial crack was finally shrinking to the size of a basketball, and would be completely eliminated and repaired in at most three or four breaths, Coeur could finally no longer restrain herself and was about to rush forward with her greatsword.

Crack!!!

Just as Coeur's forward rush was about to be unleashed, a lithe and powerful arm suddenly stretched out from the dark opening in the void, directly shattering the crack that was about to be repaired again, and creating a large hole large enough for one person to enter and exit.

The invisible will above the sky displayed its anger. The clear sky, which had been swallowed by this spatial crack until there was not a cloud in the sky, suddenly saw a huge electric serpent with the power of at least a demigod's full blow, crashing down towards the troublemaker who had just stretched out a hand but had not yet revealed his true face.

Finding the spatial passage that had not yet been closed at the last moment was Allen's luck, but not entirely. Although the chase that occurred after being actively exiled to the endless starry sky by the Will of Ferman seemed very long, in reality, Stirling, who had lost his Bloodthirsty Domain and was severely injured by Allen, was only a Saint's shell. The difference between him and Allen was unimaginably large.

In this matter, Allen should instead thank the ruthless and emotionless Will of Ferman. It was precisely because of His intervention that Stirling completely lost his bargaining chips against Allen. If Stirling was still present on the battlefield, then even if he suddenly erupted with all his strength to severely injure the other party, he would at most stop there, and it would no longer be possible to inflict greater damage on the other party.

After all, there were too many children's corpses here as energy sources for the Bloodthirsty Domain. As long as there was energy to replenish, then Stirling's previous injuries would not be a problem. On the contrary, because of the Bloodthirster's combat characteristic of becoming stronger the more severely injured they are, it would make Allen even more difficult to deal with. And after losing the source of energy, Stirling would need to provide energy himself to maintain his life form with the hole directly pierced through his chest and the disappearance of his internal organs. How could he still possibly improve his own strength!

Moreover, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if a life-or-death crisis really occurred, the human powerhouses would inevitably take action to save Stirling from Allen's sword. Although doing so would mean that Stirling had been defeated in the challenge, it would still be better than losing his life!

Legendary powerhouses are wealth to any force, then Saints are the national mountain-guarding deities to these forces and even kingdoms, and they would never allow them to be lost.

Carrying Stirling's last remaining head, just as Allen returned from the endless starry sky to the Ferman plane, he never expected to be greeted by a huge electric magic that even he felt somewhat threatened by.

Bonecleaver, already connected to Allen's mind, emerged from the dimensional bag with a thought, appearing directly in Allen's right hand, which had shattered the spatial barrier with a punch. Unable to dodge, he simply raised his heavy sword to withstand this sneak attack of magic.

Zzzzz ~ ~ ~ ~

The sky was filled with electric snakes that directly submerged Allen's body. The magnetic field formed by the scattered electric snakes caused the hair of a group of strong individuals tens of miles away to stand on end, appearing somewhat comical.

Zzzzz ~ ~ ~

One lightning strike didn't seem to extinguish Ferman's will's anger. A sea of white fire fell from the clear sky once again, followed by crystal clear, freezing ice rain… …

All kinds of powerful evocation magic smashed into the space where Allen was. Finally, a meteor, over a hundred meters long and wide, roared down from the sky. The cracking sound alone made the onlookers' hearts tremble.

Clang! ! !

A metallic dragon's roar echoed, followed by a golden light flashing from the ocean of magic. After the golden light passed, the huge meteor above suddenly split silently into two halves, then further disintegrated into smaller, scorching, burning gravel.

Boom! !

Only then, after being destroyed, did the surging magical power within the meteor erupt violently. These disintegrated gravel pieces transformed into incredibly powerful bullets in the massive power contained in the explosion, shooting in all directions.

Thump thump thump! ! !

On the already battered earth, a series of explosions and shockwaves formed by the impact of huge energy rose and fell, with pillars of dust-grey waves soaring into the sky. The group of strong individuals watching from tens of miles away were also affected, frantically using their abilities to deal with the stray gravel. Some of the weaker ones were even sent flying after successively dealing with two or three pieces of gravel, overwhelmed by the immense power they contained.

After finally waiting for the magic to subside, everyone turned their gaze to the figure that appeared at the last moment. Allen, who finally revealed his true form, was now slightly away from the spatial window, which had expanded to over ten meters wide. He held his heavy sword in one hand and a head covered in dust in the other, confidently and leisurely gazing in the direction of the human powerhouses.

"The human Saint Stirling has already fallen! I have won this challenge! !"

Just as the magic dissipated and the dust settled, Allen raised the head high, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard, revealing the true face of the human head obscured by dust. This immediately caused all the spectators in the sky to be shocked and stirred! !

"This, this is impossible! ! !"

"You insidious and shameless goblin, you must have played some trick! !"

"… …"

None of the human powerhouses believed the reality before their eyes. Even the human Saintess Joanna could not accept it. Many people broke down on the spot, cursing and questioning.

That was a Saint, an existence that could kill all the demigod-level powerhouses below in the sky at this moment. He had died silently in the hands of this rude and barbaric hobgoblin. This was truly a great humiliation! !

Not only were the humans shocked and incredulous, but even the group of strong individuals led by the Saint-level Paladin Elvis of the Beastman Empire could not hide the shock on their faces. They were just like the human powerhouses, except that they were mostly filled with negative emotions such as frustration and sorrow, while the beastmen showed excitement, admiration, and awe after the initial shock.

The humans had lost a Saint in front of the beastmen powerhouses, allowing the beastmen to finally hold their heads high and breathe a sigh of relief for the first time in so many years. How could they not be happy! Even if the powerhouse who killed the human Saint this time was not a Saint of their Beastman Empire, they still shared the glory.

Moreover, the death of this human Saint would have an immeasurable impact on the current battle situation on the main battlefield of the two civilizations. At least, the blow to the morale of the human army would be heavy. Even if the human commander present wanted to hide this news, it would be impossible to do so. And after the soldiers under the Beastman Empire learned of this news, their morale would probably soar. Their empire's warriors were actually similar to the wild natives in their habits. They all admired personal martial prowess and the law of the strong being respected. Now that they could have such a powerful Saint as an ally, they believed that the beastmen warriors would also use twelve points of strength and courage to prove themselves to this Saint.

"If any of you are not convinced or do not believe it, you can stand up now and ask me for proof! !"

Slowly putting away the spoils of war, Allen provoked the group of unconvinced and angry humans with a contemptuous tone.

As soon as these words came out, the noisy human powerhouses on the opposite side closed their mouths one after another, looking at each other and finally focusing their eyes on the Saintess Joanna, who was surrounded by the stars.

"Hobgoblin Allen! !"

Joanna's beautiful face was indeed a little unsightly at this time, not only because Allen's arrogant provocation at this moment had frustrated the morale of the human powerhouses, but also because Stirling's death would ultimately involve herself and the Four Seasons Church behind her, casting a shadow on the somewhat subtle relationship between the Four Seasons and Suffering Churches.

Perhaps the Suffering Church would think that she had not pushed the boat, but definitely had the suspicion of standing by and watching Stirling die.

"It's just a challenge, but you actually killed him without leaving any room for maneuver. Our Four Seasons Church and the Suffering Church will definitely remember today's humiliation and will 'repay' you handsomely in the future! ! !"

"If you want revenge, you better do it now, otherwise I'm afraid there won't be such a good opportunity in the future! !"

Allen sneered, not taking Joanna's seemingly heavy threat seriously at all.

"You just fought a great battle today. Even if I want to challenge you, I will choose the time when you are in the best condition in a fair and upright manner, and take back the glory lost by our Human Alliance! !"

How could Joanna not know Allen's current situation? He must be in a weak state, although he looks like he is as stable as Mount Tai now. It's just that her Saint strength was improved through the artifact in her hand and the grace of the Goddess. If she really had to fight this hobgoblin, she really wouldn't have the confidence.

However, in front of the hobgoblin and a group of beastmen powerhouses, she couldn't show weakness, so she found an impeccable reason and responded in a deep voice with an expression of righteousness.