Green Monster Epic

So, the specific way Divine Grace manifests can actually be manipulated!!!

Alan's consciousness had been focused on that single photon entity he had chosen as his experimental subject, watching the various miraculous changes occurring in its body and soul under his observation. Alan couldn't help but feel happy for it, and delighted in his own progress.

With the first success, Alan's motivation for further action was even stronger. Most importantly, this purposeful consumption of Divine Grace was far lower than his previous aimless consumption. The recipients of the Divine Grace could also gain strength and improvements to their combat system due to the specially selected skills granted, no longer relying on luck as before.

You should know that in countless previous Divine Graces, a devout warrior had once obtained a high-level divine spell to heal serious injuries. However, the problem was that his own battle aura could not be converted into magic power to cast the divine spell, and his mental power was even more unable to construct a complete divine spell model for healing serious injuries. In the end, the divine spell granted by the Divine Grace became a mere decoration in his hands, not only useless but also a waste of Alan's precious divine power.

It's just a pity that the divine patterns identified by the divine consciousness are limited, and he is currently on the mountain peak, with no possibility of returning to the library or academy in Green Lake City to read more divine spell-related books and provide more information for the divine consciousness to study.

However, having such a huge discovery is also good. He has plenty of time, and one day he will be able to deconstruct all the complex patterns on his Star Core one by one.

Next, Alan re-selected a new believer represented by a light spot. After checking the images and information he left behind, he constructed the divine spell model of the Holy Armor Technique with divine power and sent it into the other party's soul.

However, this time the result was a failure. The believer who received Alan's divine power grant also gained some ability improvements, but it was not the Holy Armor Technique Divine Grace that Alan had hoped for.

Obviously, the divine spell model of the Holy Armor Technique cannot be used as the basis for stably carrying Alan's divine power structure like the pattern extracted from the Star Core, and Alan's half-baked, mimicking construction of the divine spell model consumes far more divine power than constructing the pattern just now.

In order to confirm that his discovery was not accidental, Alan repeatedly performed Divine Grace grants using the same Holy Armor Technique on different target believers. Among the four grants constructing star patterns, three were successful and one failed. All four experiments constructing divine spell models for divine grants failed without a single success.

The results of several experiments have led Alan to basically have an answer in his mind. As for how to identify the corresponding divine spells in the complex patterns in the Star Core, and why there are still failures in the Divine Grace grants with patterns as the carrier, Alan needs to continue to spend time and effort to slowly answer them.

After a brief attempt, it was time to continue cooking new dishes. The ingredients that the tribe exchanged through the recipe this time probably scoured most of the high-level ingredients in the Faymann World. Alan spent eight or nine years with a group of goblins on the mountain before cleaning up those precious ingredients they brought, and during this time, the tribe not only completed the master-level dishes provided to the alliance, temples, and assassin guilds within thirty years according to the contract, but also sold no less than thirty dishes to the outside world.

The feedback from the thirty dishes was very good. Each lucky person who ate the dishes experienced a surge in potential and optimization of their talents. Regardless of their original potential, they could guarantee that the other party would be promoted to the peak of high-level before the age of twenty-five, and those with excellent talents could reach the peak of high-level before the age of eighteen.

This also allows them to have more time to find their own legendary path. Combined with the different talent enhancements and spiritual feelings given after eating the dishes, their chances of breaking through to legend are indeed many times higher than ordinary high-level peaks.

More forces sent special representatives to stay in Green Lake City so that they could purchase the master-level dishes sold by the Green Field Tribe at any time. In the situation where no other master-level magic chef has been born in the entire Faymann World, the Green Field Tribe, with its rare goods, will exchange for countless benefits because of the dishes in their hands.

Anyway, the warehouses of the two important cities of the Green Field Tribe are being expanded again and again, and the scale of purchasing various resources is also exaggeratedly frightening, at least it can be regarded as unique among the wilderness forces.

However, Albard also knows that this situation is only temporary. Even though the patriarch Alan has now reached the peak of the Saint, he still has a more important task than cooking dishes, which is to constantly explore and move forward on the path of the gods.

Only when the patriarch finally reaches the end of that path can the future of the tribe be guaranteed, and his lifelong dedication will be rewarded.

Therefore, when Alan took the tribesmen to cook on the snowy mountain these years, Albard never sent any more ingredients to the mountain to replenish them. The underlying meaning was to remind the patriarch that he should not waste too much time on these things.

The cold wind on the top of the nameless snow mountain is still blowing, and the ingredients available to Alan are basically exhausted, but before they are ready to officially return, there is still a very important cooking that is entering the most critical moment. However, standing on the stove is not Alan, the only master-level magic chef, but the more mature and calm female bear goblin Jenna and another male dwarf goblin magic chef Jim with a delicate goat beard.

Both of them are the best among the 70 goblin magic chefs in this batch. After eight or nine years of constantly observing and digesting Alan's cooking experience, and being guided by Alan, their cooking level has infinitely approached the master level.

If even they cannot break through master-level magic cooking, then it is absolutely impossible for other magic chefs in this world to break through master-level cooking.

Jenna is still cooking the master-level dish she had failed before -- 'Thin Clouds and Rising Sun', while the dwarf goblin magic chef Jim is cooking another dish that Alan cooked more often on the top of the mountain -- 'Thunder Pool'.

In order to avoid interference caused by the visions caused by the cooking of the two, Alan specially separated their cooking venues, each placed at both ends of a circular crater with a diameter of about one kilometer, while Alan was suspended in the center above the crater as a supervisor and judge, and also as a food god domain enhancer.

The white clouds that have been covering the top and surroundings of the snow mountain are gradually gathered by countless elemental magic, dyed in colorful colors, and the vigorous magic aura is rippling in the thick clouds, and there are also huge thunderous sounds, all of which indicate that the dishes being cooked by the two top chefs who are competing below have entered a critical moment.

Jenna: The fluid in the iron pot had returned to its original form – the shape of a deep-sea giant turtle egg. This time, the experienced hobgoblin showed no emotional fluctuations, calmly and evenly shaking the heavy iron pot in her hands. On the other side, the soup in the pot, reduced over high heat, had turned silvery-white, with fine, hair-like electric currents occasionally darting out. Accompanied by the steam rising from the soup, a small cloud of white mist enveloped the iron pot, emitting a powerful, resounding roar.

Allen's eyes were full of anticipation. The passing of eight or nine years didn't matter much to him, but for these goblins in their prime, it was a very long time. The first batch of goblin warriors and mages who came had already rotated back to the tribe to continue their training and research, while almost none of the chefs had rotated out, all remaining here to further their studies.

If a master-level magic chef couldn't emerge from among these magic chefs, Allen found it hard to believe that anyone would be able to achieve a breakthrough to the master level without his help or guidance in the future, unless they were an exceptionally talented individual or Allen completed his research on magic chef auxiliary skills and divine spells.

However, it seemed that these two goblin magic chefs still had a good chance of completing the dishes in their hands and officially advancing to become master-level magic chefs.

The only thing Allen was slightly worried about was that even if they successfully cooked master-level dishes this time, their chances of success might not be very high without the blessing of his Food God Domain in the future, and the waste of ingredients would be a pity.

Of course, it was still too early to think about these things. There would always be ways to solve the seemingly troublesome problems in the future.

Moreover, in the area in the southeastern corner of the tribal city specially prepared for the decennial competition, the divine spell model formed within the pseudo-Food God statue after Allen's inexplicable consciousness had been entrusted to it was now permanently fixed. As long as the cooking competition venue wasn't changed, as long as intelligent races interested in cooking and the Food God appeared in the competition venue, there would be a continuous stream of invisible power supplementing the statue's divine spell model, providing it with a source of power, which was equivalent to a relatively weakened version of the Food God Domain.

It should be known that the birth of the first master-level magic chef after himself was of great significance to the entire magic chef system. It signified that the magic chef system was basically sound, and the future development of magic chefs only needed to be polished and completed little by little according to the current framework.

And with a new master-level magic chef, Allen could be freed from administrative affairs, no longer having to pick up various cooking utensils and work for those forces every once in a while due to the contractual promises signed with other forces.

Seeing that both master-level dishes were about to be finished, Allen scanned back and forth with his left and right eyes, his mood not only more nervous than when he was cooking himself, but perhaps even more nervous than the two chefs who were completely immersed in cooking.

Jenna's dish was completed first. Her left hand tilted the iron pot, gently tossing the white, egg-shaped food, which was constantly rolling and about twice the size of a fist, along its trajectory. Her right hand, with a semi-circular ladle, swiftly extended to the bottom of the oval-shaped food's plump end, steadily holding it in the ladle.

At this moment, above Jenna's simple tent, magic suddenly erupted in the thick clouds, with endless ice cones, ice arrows, and ice rain pouring down, as if to completely submerge Jenna on the ground.

Allen, who had been waiting for a long time, finally no longer needed to worry about affecting Jenna's cooking and decisively rushed towards the sea of magic with his heavy sword, Bone Cleaver. Halfway there, the heavy sword struck first, and the thick clouds hundreds of meters above Jenna's head were immediately torn apart by a pillar of orange-red rage light. Before more surging magic could erupt, most of its energy was consumed in the collision with this strike of the heavy sword.

The few remaining ice arrows and ice blades formed by ice-type energy also failed to break through the blockade of dozens of goblin warriors and mages who had been waiting nearby. At this time, Jenna carefully poured the main body of 'Cloud-Veiled Sunrise' held in the ladle into a pre-prepared plate, steadily placing it on a base carved from ice marrow.

“Huff!!!!!”

Jenna, exhaling a long breath, raised her head, her eyes filled with joy, but she forcibly suppressed it, because looking far away, across a volcano, her dwarf goblin companion Jim was still in the final stages. She didn't want her celebration to disrupt his rhythm at this time.

However, although she couldn't celebrate, Jenna's bright eyes had already begun to scan the surrounding crowd, searching for the familiar figure she was most grateful to and admired. Until her eyes met his approving gaze, Jenna's smooth cheeks instantly turned into a verdant green apple, shy and self-satisfied.

Allen exchanged a comforting glance with Jenna, then picked up his heavy sword and flew out again, crossing a thousand meters in a few breaths and reaching the edge of the cloud layer on the opposite bank, which was also about to erupt with powerful magic.

Jim gripped the handle of the iron pot with complete concentration. When he chose his dish to cook, he had already prepared himself, preparing a pair of forest python skin gloves to prevent his movements from being paralyzed by the overflowing electric elements from the 'Thunder Pool'. But when he really cooked to the final stage, the surging electric elements, both from the ingredients themselves and attracted to be integrated, rippled back and forth in the iron pot that was no more than fifty centimeters wide, and a pair of python skin gloves seemed insufficient to isolate him from the collision between him and the elements.

The hair on the dwarf goblin's entire body stood on end at this time, and even the beautiful goatee on his chin had turned into an open broom, exceptionally comical. And the elements that could not be physically isolated floated within a two-meter radius of the space where Jim was, invisibly affecting the beating of his heart, thereby making his blood flow abnormal, but he persevered through it all by gritting his teeth.

The paralyzing effect brought about by the electric elements began to manifest on the dwarf goblin, whose physical strength was not strong, making each of his movements very difficult, and the joint movements also became stiff and even deformed, but the iron pot and ladle he held in his hands still stirred the silvery-white, metal-like liquid soup in the pot time and time again without the slightest deviation.

Crack crack ~ ~ ~

Finally, the silvery-bright soup was poured into a plate as white as jade, and the dark cloud above the sky finally began to show its power, with a bright and huge electric serpent directly emerging from the cloud.

Swish! !! !

A shrill sound of wind breaking flashed past, the speed was astonishing, and before the electric serpent could strike down, the dark golden phantom directly shattered the thick dark cloud, along with the silvery-white electric serpent raging in the cloud, and scattered into ashes.

The long-awaited sunlight finally illuminated the snow mountain at this time. With the energy impact from the two consecutive swords swung by the Saint Allen, the white mist that had lingered in the mountains for a long time quickly spread out thousands of meters away.

The cold got worse. I was dizzy all day today. I shouldn't be able to code. I might continue to stop updating tomorrow. I'll send the only chapter I have in stock.