Green Monster Epic

Watching the church team file into the distant passage, until the senses were disturbed by the maze passage, and it was impossible to detect the other party's breath, Allen slowly landed from the sky.

The jackal scouts who were abandoned by Allen at the entrance were clever and well-behaved, and at this time they had touched the fountain at the core of the plantation to rescue their captured companions.

Allen watched all this coldly, but he was thinking about the divine magic techniques similar to 'Law - Deterrence' that he had just used on the two legends and their members, and the main consciousness and divine consciousness in his mind were summarizing this actual combat operation.

Relying on the power of the domain, as well as the substantial mental power of the Saint level, which can already interfere with reality, and Allen's own perseverance and hard work, he finally saw a glimmer of dawn in the field of divine magic.

You must know that among the gods with the highest existence in this world, there is not a single god who cannot perform divine magic, even those pseudo-gods who are not recognized and have few believers can also perform powerful divine magic comparable to magic.

Now Allen, although he has explored the way to bestow divine grace to believers and give them the ability of specific divine magic, he still has not figured out how to use his own power to perform divine magic.

Even with the assistance of divine consciousness, Allen has mastered the most core magic patterns of more than a dozen common divine magic, but it is still difficult for him to take them for his own use and become a terrible warrior who can self-cast buffs and heal.

This time, the technique he used to combine the domain and mental power to display the effect of divine magic similar to 'Law: Deterrence' is certainly not a real divine magic, but it is an important breakthrough for Allen to substantially affect reality through mental power.

In the future, the use of divine magic will inevitably require powerful and precise mental power control methods. Now that he has figured out this technique, which is not useless in battle, it can naturally allow Allen, who is a blank sheet of paper in terms of mental power control, to obtain more intuitive and effective training.

"... Your Excellency, we have packed everything up, what should we do next?"

Until the group of jackals who were lucky enough to be rescued in the garden put the spoils and valuable items in the plantation that had not been searched into their pockets, the captain who was elected from the team tremblingly walked to Allen's side and asked Allen for instructions on the next step.

"Go back and join the main force!"

Although this is only a small team of alien warriors whose strength is no more than the peak of the high rank, when they asked him for instructions and disturbed his thoughts, Allen did not show impatience or dissatisfaction, just indifferently threw out a sentence, and then his figure suddenly disappeared in place, rolling up a gust of wind and running back along the way without looking back.

The team of jackals who were left behind did not breathe a sigh of relief until Allen's distant figure disappeared into the passage, and then they began to act in a hurry, chasing after Allen's fading breath.

Deep in the maze passage, a half-elf female wearing close-fitting leather armor, showing her graceful figure, is fleeing in the passage in a panic, completely ignoring the landmarks on the road ahead, not afraid of getting lost in this complex and dangerous maze, and even more afraid that there will be fierce beasts or traps that she cannot handle.

Just as this female's agile figure had just disappeared at the corner at the end of the passage, a rustling sound came from the direction she was running from, but in just a dozen or so breaths, the sound that could only be regarded as noise turned into a surge like a tide, followed by a group of twenty or thirty huge lizards exuding a brutal, fishy, and accompanied by countless hissing sounds.

The aura emitted by these lizards is very powerful, and the leader among them is two or three circles larger than its companions, as much as six or seven meters in size. At the same time, its body is covered with a layer of gray-white stone armor. As it moves roughly and unrestrainedly, pieces of powder fall off, but new elemental forces quickly repair it. Obviously, this stone armor, which is not a natural creation, is the work of magic.

At this time, the female half-elf Martha, who was exhausted from running for her life, was also filled with remorse. If she and her adventurous companions had not provoked the nest of snake lizards at that time, and used a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain to snatch the twin flowers attached to the snake lizard nest.

Originally, with the strength of their adventure team, it was not enough to provoke a group of beasts with high-level magic beasts guarding them, but this twin flower that could be used to make advanced potions and the dozen or so white eggs in the snake lizard nest, the benefits and value it represented were completely worth the risk for Martha's adventure team.

The plan that was subsequently formulated did not seem to have a low chance of success in the eyes of Martha and her teammates, but when the plan turned into actual action, the strength of their team, which had accidentally broken into this maze ruin, was not enough to cope with the attack of this nest of more than twenty snake lizards led by a snake lizard leader who had lived for more than thirty years and possessed intelligence no weaker than that of normal humans.

However, plans can never keep up with changes. The various plans that were formulated through brainstorming were defeated in the face of the several consecutive group-based, high-powered earth magic spells spat out by the snake lizard leader during actual combat.

Even Martha's six team members who were in charge of containing and attracting the snake lizard's attention failed to last more than ten minutes in the face of the other party's magic. They did not even have the chance to escape when they saw that the situation was not good, and they lost their lives in the range-based gravity field, earth explosion starburst, and other magic spells.

At that time, Martha and another thief companion, who were in charge of excavating the twin flowers and collecting the snake lizard eggs, had only just sneaked to the vicinity of the snake lizard nest, and then they saw the snake lizard group that had disappeared into the passage entrance, and killed their way back again.

Seeing this situation, Martha and her companion looked at each other, and after tacitly choosing a target each, they directly picked up the target object and fled in another direction.

Martha was closer to the twin flowers, so the target she chose was this plant that had already put on several flower buds. She did not care whether her rude actions would cause damage to the delicate plant. Her powerful right hand held the bottom position, which was only two fingers thick, and with a force, she pulled up its developed root system along with many humus soils.

The action of pulling up the plant and the action of turning and escaping in a hurry were completed in one go, and the speed was hardly affected much. However, the group of snake lizards who saw their nest being stolen were not slow either, at least they were not left behind by the two adventurers.

Especially the snake lizard leader, whose strength was definitely not weak, shot out as many as five or six kinds of earth-based magic spells from a distance, each of which had very powerful power and effect, forcing the two survivors who were running wildly to spare their minds to deal with them, which invisibly slowed down their pace.

The only thing that was relatively fortunate was that the group of snake lizards did not value the twin flowers stolen by Martha as much as the snake lizard eggs stolen by her companion, which allowed Martha to avoid being tilted by too much magic from the snake lizard leader when she fled, and also bought her more time to escape.

By the time the angry snake lizard group killed the unfortunate companion and turned around to chase Martha again, she had already opened up a distance of several hundred meters and disappeared at the corner of another road.

Originally, Martha thought that this group of snake lizards should not have too much patience to chase her down, and at most they would return after chasing for a few thousand meters. However, she underestimated the snake lizard's vengeful nature once again. The pace of this pursuit did not end because the snake lizard eggs were recovered, but continued to sniff and follow the aura left by Martha along the way.

When Martha sensed the pursuers behind her, she secretly lamented her situation. Especially when she sensed that the powerful lizardman leader was also among the pursuers, her mind and body were enveloped in endless fear.

The will to survive, coupled with the blessing of the goddess of fortune, allowed Martha, a ranger with only high-level strength, to narrowly escape the various dangers and traps in the passage and node ahead.

On the contrary, the lizardman pursuers behind her, due to their large numbers and considerable noise, almost charged straight through the treacherous passages and node ruins, encountering various traps and other creature groups entrenched in the ruins, suffering some obstruction and even losses.

The excellent hearing and perception inherited from her elven bloodline allowed Martha to faintly detect the situation of the pursuers from a thousand meters away. The familiar aura still clung to her like a leech, and the color of despair deepened in Martha's tired pupils.

Her tight-fitting leather armor dried and then wet, and then wet and then dried, emitting a strong odor of sweat. Her slender limbs swayed as she ran. Usually easy movements now felt like knives, needles, and awls rising and falling between her muscles and bones, constantly reminding Martha that her body had reached its limit and needed to recover and rest as soon as possible.

Martha still gritted her teeth and persevered, trying to squeeze out every bit of strength hidden within her body to maintain her escape. Years of adventure had made her character slick and deep, but it had also made her will to survive stronger and more resilient.

While running, her brain was also working rapidly, seeking a way to escape the current predicament, even though she had made countless attempts before, and the tools and resources she could use were running out.

At the end of the passage ahead, a beastly shadow suddenly emerged. Martha's sharp eyes almost instantly recognized its face. Immediately, her eyes lit up, as if she saw not a possible danger but an opportunity.

Her right hand reached back, and the javelin that had been carried on her back for many years was already in her hand.

"Drink! !"

Although the half-elf was now exhausted, and the sore and weak muscles and stinging joints made every movement somewhat distorted, the moment the javelin in Martha's hand was thrown, a strong sense of confidence suddenly rose in her heart.

Puff! !

The beastly shadow that had just come out to forage only had time to feel a hint of killing intent before the lightning-fast javelin pierced through the little beast's smooth fur and deeply into the solid stone ground.

Buzzing ~ ~

"Awoo ~ ~"

The buzzing sound of the dense vibrations of the javelin's tail and the beast's shrill howl existed almost simultaneously. Then, in just seven or eight breaths, Martha's somewhat staggering figure had already rushed over.

"Gah ~ ~"

The beast revealed its true face, which turned out to be a fox cat that fed on insects and mice. At this time, the sound of the little pitiful creature howling, its abdomen pierced and nailed to the ground, also stopped abruptly as Martha's slender fingers pinched its neck.

Martha's free left hand pulled out the javelin that was three or four inches deep in the ground and reinserted it into the quiver on her back. Her right hand, pinching the fox cat's neck, was stretched out in front to prevent the frantically struggling little beast from hurting her.

With the javelin back in its sheath, Martha, freeing up her left hand, reached into her arms and took out one of the few remaining bottles of healing potion, and opened the cork stopper sealing the bottle's mouth. Then, the aura of refreshing magic spread outward.

At the same time, Martha pinched the fox cat's lower jaw with her right hand, and the fox cat involuntarily opened its lips slightly, and the bottle of healing potion took the opportunity to pour into its tiny mouth.

As the potion poured into the fox cat's stomach, the effect of the magic immediately began to take effect. The wound in the abdomen, which had just been pierced and was flowing with gurgling blood, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the dying fox cat regained its vitality.

The half-elf, having made so many movements, did not stop her escape, but only slowed down a lot. Sensing that the pursuers behind her had once again closed the distance between them, the half-elf knew that she could no longer delay.

Casually throwing away the empty crystal bottle, the half-elf female, with her left hand free again, reached for her chest, and the clasp on her tight-fitting leather armor suddenly opened, revealing the delicate and snow-white skin inside.

After opening three clasps on her chest in succession, Martha pulled her left hand into her arms, and the underwear that wrapped around her plumpness left its original position, appearing in her field of vision with a faint fragrance and a mixed odor of sweat.

Without the slightest bit of shyness or embarrassment, Martha directly wrapped the underwear in her hand around the struggling fox cat's abdomen.

After doing all this, Martha was still a little uneasy. After a little thought, a stern look flashed in the depths of her eyes. The tail finger of her right hand, which was holding the fox cat, straightened, and she swiped her left arm across the sharp nail, and a splash of bright red blood bloomed.

A line of blood on her left arm flowed down the fox cat's head, and soon dyed the fox cat's fur completely red. After confirming that the aura on the other party's body was completely covered by her own aura, she barely felt relieved.

Continuing to run, Martha also did not forget to restrain her own aura. At the same time, she desperately condensed her mental power to cast the only magic she knew, which was also the most important magic for females in their adventurous career -- the level 0 cantrip, Prestidigitation.

The effect of the spell was not surprising, but it allowed the caster to roughly clean the dirt and sweat on their body in situations where there were no conditions, keeping the body clean.

This was also the only spell that a warrior-type professional with excellent magical talent and elven bloodline could barely master.

The magic effect rippled on her body, making the smell on Martha's body gradually become dim. Compared with the fox cat in her hand, which was covered in her own blood and wrapped in her close-fitting underwear, the other party now carried a richer aura of herself.

However, Martha's mood did not relax because of this. This method had been used once in the previous escape process, and now that the team of lizardmen was still chasing behind her, the result was known.

But Martha had no other better way. Continuing to pursue so helplessly would only result in her being exhausted and caught up by the lizardman group, and then falling into their mouths and becoming food.

A fork in the road appeared ahead. When Martha passed by, she immediately threw the fox cat at her feet. The other party suddenly gained freedom, and its small head could not distinguish the problem. It just followed its instinct and moved its seemingly small limbs, exerting its maximum speed, disappearing into the left passage in a dozen breaths, disappearing without a trace.

Watching the fox cat leave a trail of blood from deep to shallow on the ground, stained with her own blood on its surface, thus bringing a faint residual of her own aura, Martha then rushed headlong towards the other fork in the road.

While running, Martha did not forget to mobilize her own powerful hearing and perception to sense the aura of the pursuers behind her. When she sensed that the aura of the lizardman group, which had been chasing her for nearly a day, was finally gradually moving away, Martha's desperate heart finally saw a glimmer of dawn at this time.

However, she did not dare to be careless. After all, what she released as bait was only a weak fox cat. Although its short-range burst was not bad, its long-range endurance was not necessarily very strong. If she wanted to use this fox cat to attract the lizardman group's pursuit, she could not guarantee how much time she could buy for Martha in terms of time.

Forcibly enduring the various pains brought about by physical exhaustion, and almost squeezing out every bit of potential in her body to run for half a day, Martha could no longer sense the aura of the pursuers behind her. Only then did she determine that she had finally escaped the pursuers by luck and regained her vitality.

It was just that at this time, she was also lost in this intricate maze passage, completely unaware of where she was.

After turning a corner, Martha felt as if her legs were bound with ten thousand pounds of weights, making it impossible to move another step. She stumbled, nearly collapsing in the passage.

Fortunately, Martha reacted in time, reaching out to support herself against the nearby wall. With the wall's support, she slowly slid down to the ground.

Once seated, it became difficult to stand again. Not only did her legs refuse to obey, but her entire body was also immobile, as if filled with solidified lead and iron.

After resting with her eyes closed for a long time, Martha finally accumulated some strength. Slowly and laboriously, she pulled out the last two bottles of high-level healing potions from her bosom and unhesitatingly poured them into her mouth.

The gentle magical power surged into her internal organs along with the potion, slowly spreading to her limbs. Although the potion's effects were not specifically suited to her current condition, the energy contained within did provide a trace of vitality to the exhausted Martha.

Once her body was barely able to move, Martha began to rummage through her empty backpack again, searching for supplies that could provide her with the most needed replenishment.

After searching the entire backpack, Martha found nothing edible that could replenish her energy. During her escape, she had discarded or used as bait all the burdensome items she carried, without considering what she would do after successfully escaping.

Her bright eyes finally settled on the withering, drooping Twin Flower.

The Twin Flower was certainly precious, a primary ingredient for making high-level potions, but compared to her own life, the importance was self-evident. In her current state, if she wanted to escape from this maze filled with unknowns and dangers, the recovery of necessary physical strength and combat power was indispensable.

Her adventurer team had been inexplicably and unpreparedly drawn into this maze. Their exploration was fraught with dangers, resulting in heavy losses and ultimately leading to near-total annihilation.

Now that she was the only one left, and in such dire condition, escaping from this unknown and perilous dead end would be no easier than escaping the lizard snakes, and perhaps even harder.

The goddess of luck and the deity she followed and served could not protect her forever. The miraculous escapes she had experienced during her flight could be considered divine protection, but Martha had no confidence in repeating such feats and dared not take such risks again.

Looking at the unfamiliar Twin Flower before her, Martha hesitated. As adventurers, their knowledge of plants was mostly superficial. She knew nothing about the specific symptoms of eating it raw, or whether it was poisonous.

Even if it was a material that could be used to make high-level or even master-level potions, it did not mean that the material was safe. The powerful negative attributes of certain materials could often undergo huge transformations through the neutralization of other materials, processing, and magical means, resulting in effects that were more beneficial to the user.

Staring at the Twin Flower in her hand, Martha became hesitant. The desire for survival and the potential risks turned into two opposing forces, fiercely clashing in her mind.

After pondering for a long time, a determined look flashed in Martha's black, pearl-like pupils. Then, her will transformed into action, and she decisively swung her right arm forward. As a cold light swept across, the twin blossoms, one snow-white and the other crimson, were separated from the thirty-centimeter-long stem and roots.

The withered remains, with a few green leaves and lush roots, fell to the ground. Martha held only the flower in her left hand. Without giving herself time for further mental preparation, she gritted her teeth, revealing a hint of ferocity, and clenched her five slender fingers of her half-elven hand into a fist, directly crushing the flower into a ball.

The flower, deformed by the strong pressure, oozed a little juice. As the half-elf's left hand moved, it slowly approached her parched, cracked lips, and she swallowed it in two or three bites.

A bitter taste mixed with other complex flavors filled her mouth. The half-elf's beautiful face twisted slightly as she endured the discomfort. After chewing a few more times, Martha swallowed the flower in her mouth.

The flower slowly slid down her throat towards her stomach. It would take a while for it to be converted into nutrients and absorbed, but her empty stomach was finally no longer so uncomfortable after receiving the food.

For the moment, Martha bent down again to pick up the Twin Flower's stem and roots from the ground, to see if there was anything edible or useful left.

The energy provided by that fluffy flower, which actually contained very little substance, would probably not be much, at least for Martha, whose body was currently extremely depleted, it was still a bit thin.

Bending down to pick up the Twin Flower's stem, she plucked off the scattered green leaves and put them in her mouth. Enduring the taste of the green leaves, which was even more bitter and stimulating than the flower, she greedily and carefully swallowed them into her stomach.

Soon, the once lush plant was reduced to a bare stalk, and a large ball of humus and soil intertwined with roots at the bottom of the stem.

Swallowing the last mouthful of grass, Martha turned her gaze to the roots intertwined with the soil, perhaps there were tuberous roots growing inside!

Her right hand shook rhythmically, and a few fingers of her left hand constantly peeled away the mud adhering to the roots. Sure enough, there was something else inside. But when Martha excitedly dug out a hard object about twice the size of a pigeon egg and recognized that it was just an ordinary pebble, a look of disappointment slowly appeared on her face.

Before Martha could discard the pebble, a piercing pain suddenly came from her abdomen, almost causing her to lose consciousness.

However, this sudden pain also caused the already weakened half-elf to spasm, her muscles stiffening and constantly twitching. Her left hand, clutching the pebble, was clenched so tightly into a fist that she wished she could crush it to powder.

Although she had roughly cleaned herself with cleansing magic before, the wound on her left arm, deliberately inflicted during her escape, had begun to bleed again due to the strenuous exercise, splashing Martha's left hand and body everywhere.

It was somewhat unexpected that the seemingly ordinary pebble remained motionless under the immense force of a high-level ranger, but the half-elf, in her agony, was completely unaware.

Even more unexpectedly, as Martha clenched the pebble in her left hand, the gradually drying blood on her skin came into close contact with the pebble and quietly seeped into it. Or rather, the pebble was actively absorbing the blood remaining on Martha's left hand.

Soon, all the blood on Martha's left hand was gone, and the originally ordinary pebble emitted a faint magical aura. Its dark brown surface also began to peel away with the surge of magic, and the inner points of fluorescent light gradually changed from dark to bright, as if a dusty pearl was regaining its brilliance.

At the same time, the entire maze began to tremble slightly. The ancient magic that existed from the depths of the maze emerged, ejecting all foreign objects and personnel that were not originally present in this demiplane.