Green Monster Epic

“Professional matters should naturally be handled by professionals, but the military is also an authoritarian and violent organization that requires superiors to influence subordinates. The relationship between superiors and subordinates should be even clearer!!”

“Although I don’t have any official authority in the Allied Forces, I am one of the five pillars of the Mansa Alliance, and the Permanent Vice-Chairman of the Alliance Council. The Allied Forces are an organization subordinate to the Alliance, so the commanders, generals, and strong individuals within its structure, wouldn’t I be their superior leader as well??”

Allen smiled coldly, pointing at the still arrogant half-elf in front of him, “But look at the attitude of this Knight Nick. It’s as if he’s my superior??”

“No, no, how could that be!”

Jeffrey also had a headache, glared at the haughty half-elf, and continued to speak softly.

For countless years, the various churches of the Temple of Nature have been very clearly aware of the relationship between the wilderness and themselves. At the same time, they also understand the problems of the wilderness tribes, so they have always controlled the strength they display to the outside world within a range acceptable to the members of the wilderness tribes. And they have to plan ahead in demiplanes that the wilderness tribes cannot understand, cultivating and training various talents that the wilderness lacks most.

In this way, they can promptly raise urgently needed talents in the event of a sudden outbreak of a civilization war, like the one happening now, to protect the safety of the wilderness.

After all, with the short-sighted vision of most of the leaders of the wilderness tribes, the cultivation of talents such as craftsmen, alchemists, and military personnel is definitely a losing business in their eyes, and it is impossible to invest a lot of resources in it. Even if a few tribes with foresight attach importance to these niche talents, the number is really not large.

The talents cultivated by the Temple of Nature are generally selected from orphanages and schools opened in Mansa City, or from the families of devout believers in their own churches, and then sent to the demiplanes of their respective churches for education and training until they have no hope of advancing to Legendary status or need experience before they are released.

Although the space of a demiplane is not large, that is compared to the world of Feyman. In fact, the smallest demiplane is hundreds of square kilometers, and the larger ones often have thousands or even tens of thousands of square kilometers. It would not feel crowded at all to house over a million people. Anyway, the church can raise and purchase supplies from the world of Feyman, and there is no need for excessive development in the demiplane, so there is basically enough space to cultivate talents inside.

Some demiplanes with vast territories have even formed self-circulating systems, where many believers have never left the demiplane from birth to death.

This kind of training mechanism is certainly hidden, making it difficult for the wilderness tribes to know the true strength and heritage of the church, but it also makes these talents who have grown up in the church since childhood appear somewhat naive in their behavior and dealing with people, and they are naturally hostile to those who threaten or disrespect the church, regarding them as opponents.

Nick was also embarrassed by Allen's rebuttal. After studying in the demiplane for so many years, the instructors paid considerable attention to military discipline, the hierarchy between superiors and subordinates, and so on. Now that Allen said this, Nick really didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, Jeffrey, the Saint-level Necromancer Regiment Commander of the Silent Forest Church, was there to mediate. Allen also realized that the demigod knight in front of him was a straightforward simpleton. Finally, after giving the other party a warning glare, he went to greet other wilderness powerhouses he knew.

“Everyone, wait here for a moment. Let me go take care of some serious business first!!”

On the side of the Beastman Empire, Allen didn’t know many Beastman powerhouses, so he didn’t need to communicate with anyone. But now that he was on the territory of the Wilderness Front, Allen had some impression of almost all of these dozens of wilderness powerhouses stationed on the front line. Although he was a Saint, he wouldn’t neglect them. After finally chatting with everyone, he prepared to take care of his serious business.

Before the other wilderness powerhouses could ask, Allen's figure suddenly rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, heading straight for the human legions with their fluttering military flags in the distance.

“Are all the human powerhouses dead??”

His voice was full of vigor, like a spring thunder that resounded across the entire earth. Even the legion soldiers on both sides of the buffer zone who were continuing to gather strength to prepare for the next great battle came out of their tents to look at the sky, searching for the source of the sound.

“Someone in charge, come out and talk!!!”

Stimulated, dozens of figures rushed out of the human central army camp. The leading human male, whose aura and majesty were similar to Allen's, was momentarily stunned when he saw Allen's race and characteristics, but he immediately recovered.

“It’s you, Gnoll Allen. Witt!!!”

The person in charge of the human battlefield powerhouse team was Sidney Shaw, a Saint-level mage from the Dawn Empire. Facing the sudden appearance of Allen, a cautiousness and importance were revealed in his cold eyes.

“Good morning, Your Excellency Grand Magister Sidney.”

Allen had heard countless times about the name of this Saint-level mage from the wilderness intelligence, because this one had taken action on the front-line battlefield several times, and even the last defeat that caused a great loss to the wilderness had a share of this one's credit.

Since the Dawn Empire suffered an invasion by the Deathsworn Legion of the Centaur Race decades ago, causing damage within the empire regardless of cost or consequences, it has always wanted to regain face. It is also the main voice in the Human Alliance advocating shifting the focus of the war from the Beastman Empire to the Wilderness.

In order to show the empire's importance to the wilderness, they also invited Sidney, the empire's famous Saint-level mage, out of the mountains to be a powerhouse to watch over the front-line war at any time.

For this kind of powerful empire with a heritage of ten thousand years, they participated in the formulation of various rules for powerhouses, but they, like the church forces of the temple, did not care about the implementation of these rules at all. As long as they wanted to, they could violate these rules at any time to achieve the purposes of their empire. But if other non-empire or temple powerhouses violated the rules, they would transform into supervisors of the rules and carry out punitive behaviors such as chasing and killing these powerhouses.

Because they had such confidence and strength, they could do whatever they wanted. Even if others wanted to argue with them, it seemed impossible, because these rules were hidden underwater, and ordinary people could not touch them at all.

“Aren’t you on the Beastman Empire side? What, you want to come in front of me and show off??”

Sidney's bright eyes tried to understand something from Allen's face, but Allen's face was calm and did not reveal any traces.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Allen replied, “I just want to ask Your Excellency Grand Magister for an explanation for my tens of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Territory!!”

“Oh??”

“Now that you and I have reached our current strength, there is no need to interfere in secular wars. But Your Excellency, you have repeatedly taken action and used magic, killing countless children in my Northern Territory. I think it’s time to settle this account!!”

From the very beginning, Allen's challenge was aimed at this human Saint-level Archmage. Since the other party relied on the powerful empire behind him, and his behavior had already violated the implicit rules between Saints, then it was absolutely justified for him to issue a challenge in front of him.

The challenge in the Beastman Empire was just an attempt by Allen, both a test of his own strength and a verification of his ideas. He didn't expect that this attempt would yield such great gains, far exceeding Allen's expectations, but it also proved that his current strength was among the top among the Saints, so he was even more confident in this real challenge.

“Everyone, please witness, I, Allen Witt, issue a duel invitation to you, Grand Magister Sidney Shaw!”

“I wonder if you have the courage to accept the challenge???”

“Hahahaha~~~”

Sidney's wise eyes revealed a hint of shrewdness, somewhat surprised by Allen's current behavior, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: “Since you dare to invite me, if I don't accept, wouldn't it make me look like I'm afraid of you!!”

“However, I don't want to take advantage of you.”

“I know you just experienced a fight a few days ago, and I believe your current state is not good. How about I wait for you for a while, until your state returns to its best, and then we fight?”

Sidney was very confident in his own strength. As a mage, he was inherently stronger than other combat professionals in one-on-one battles, especially against Berserkers and Warriors like Allen. Now that the other party had just fought with another Saint, although he killed his opponent, proving his amazing strength, Sidney knew the strength of his slain compatriot Sterling, so he also believed that the actual situation of the seemingly good-looking Earth Bear was probably not very good.

“I just want to ask you one question, will you accept my challenge?”

Allen stared straight at his opponent, his tone firm.

“I accept you!!”

Sidney stood up frankly and responded affirmatively to Allen.

“That's good!!”

“Take this!!”

The greatsword Bone Cleaver suddenly appeared in Allen's hand, and vigorous divine power flowed with Allen's thoughts, quickly spreading throughout his body, replacing the position of anger in his body. Then, a Swift Strike was launched mercilessly towards the Saint-level Archmage more than a thousand meters away.

“Hmm??”

A look of surprise appeared on Sidney's face again, but then he waved his hand, and a huge iceberg appeared in front of him, firmly protecting him.

Boom!!!!

As soon as the iceberg appeared, it was turned into a sky full of snowflakes under Allen's extremely powerful sword. The group of human powerhouses who came with Sidney to face Allen were caught off guard and were affected. While using their respective methods to resist the ice and snow containing the power of Sidney and Allen, they fled in panic.

The moment Allen stabbed out Swift Strike, he didn't care about the final effect of the battle skill. Misty Steps was activated to the extreme, and the Battle Domain was also unfolded. A wisp of ghost was only two or three breaths slower than Swift Strike, and appeared in the snowy space. A heavy chop in mid-air relied on the lock of memory and aura, and slammed fiercely towards this space.

Tear~~~

A black crack several meters wide instantly filled the snowy space, and then branched out into countless tiny branches, covering the heaven and earth within a hundred meters like a large net, and immediately began to greedily devour everything around it.

The ice and snow quickly disappeared along with the space crack, and along with it disappeared Allen's attack target, the human Saint Sidney.

Allen frowned slightly. He didn't believe that his opponent would be killed so easily, but he couldn't sense the opponent's aura in his domain, and he couldn't see the opponent's figure as far as he could see.

Just as Allen was searching for his opponent, suddenly a surge of magical aura and a flash of light appeared more than three thousand meters away on the left, and a dangerous warning sign suddenly climbed into Allen's heart.

Without even thinking, he raised the greatsword with both hands and turned around to block. The heavy and wide blade was used as a shield to block in front of Allen. Immediately, a huge magical power rippled on the blade, and a bone-chilling cold and a huge magical impact drowned Allen.

The powerhouses of the Wilderness and the Temple of Nature did not expect that Allen's challenge would be so hasty. The two Saints were still talking leisurely the moment before, and the next moment Allen had already drawn his weapon and launched an attack.

In their eyes, after Allen's attack was frustrated, the human Saint, who did not know when he had flashed to three thousand meters away, shot out a white ray from his hand, and then Allen was surrounded by a ball of ice, forming a huge iceberg.

Before the iceberg could take shape, Sidney had already begun to chant the next magic spell. Hundreds of sharp, crystal-clear ice thorns surrounded the iceberg. As Sidney put his hands together, the ice thorns made a piercing sound and stabbed towards the iceberg.

“Explode!!!!!”

It was impossible for the ice to seal the Earth Bear Saint. Before the opponent could break out of the ice, Sidney shouted loudly, and coordinated with the action of the sky full of ice thorns piercing into the iceberg, the iceberg suddenly contracted and squeezed. Under the action of huge pressure, the iceberg, which was as strong as iron, shattered into powder on the spot, just opening the way for the ice thorns to attack.

Again, a sky full of snowflakes and white mist rose, but before these snowflakes could float to the ground, they were driven by Sidney's waving fingers, stirring up a hurricane. The tiny ice and snow dust stirred with the hurricane and condensed again into crescent-shaped flying blades, wrapping Allen, who had not yet escaped, again.

Ice thorns, flying blades, explosions, the time of appearance seems to be different, but in fact, under the drive of this powerful ice-type Saint, it can almost be said that they occurred at the same time, and the difference between them is definitely no more than a breath.

The skilled and powerful magic rhythm shocked everyone around him. This is the demeanor of the top spellcasters in the Feyman world, and at the same time, everyone couldn't help but feel worried for Allen who was in it.

“Open!!!!”

Just when everyone was faintly worried, a roar sounded in the space covered by ice and snow and hurricane, and at the same time, a golden halo emerged from the milky white mist, and then a golden light pierced through the white giant curtain in front of him, and instantly shot towards Sidney three thousand meters away.

Boom!!!!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred in the vast space covered in white. This time, the broken ruins could finally fall to the ground, revealing the figures frozen inside.

Allen, with a ball of golden flames attached to the surface of his body, slowly appeared in front of everyone. Occasionally, snowflakes fell on the flames and instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.