Green Monster Epic

Warm blood gurgled and sprayed from the headless corpse, staining the nearby Bugbear Saint red, making his appearance even more grotesque.

Under the glare of many angry eyes, Allen expressionlessly began to loot the half-elf's corpse.

Various low and mid-tier magical equipment, along with the useless trinkets that females typically enjoyed collecting, were discarded by Allen as if they were trash. Whether intentional or not, these items floated towards the Temple Church's team, which was maintaining a brief stalemate in the front.

It wasn't until Allen rummaged through the corpse's soft, jade-like bosom, pulling out a crystal box that had been carefully protected, that the crowd caught a glimpse of it. The knowledgeable and sharp-eyed powerhouses instinctively determined that the fist-sized, star-river-like object within was the target of their intense pursuit and slaughter!

"Hiss--"

"Huff--"

Heavy breathing reached Allen's ears, clear even from hundreds or thousands of meters away.

Without taking the time to carefully examine the mysterious object in the crystal box, Allen quickly attempted to store it in his dimensional pouch, but unexpectedly, this item, which seemed to possess spatial properties, could not be stored.

Clatter, clatter…

The headless corpse, now worthless, slipped from the legendary-grade long whip and crashed to the ground. Freeing his hand, Allen gently squeezed the crystal box. Unable to withstand the immense pressure, the crystal box shattered into pieces of varying sizes, and a familiar aura that made Allen feel close and inexplicably familiar emanated from within.

Before anyone could react, Allen swiftly grasped the eye-catching mysterious control core and tucked it into his chest, carefully hiding it.

Only then did Allen's tense heart finally relax in secret. With everything settled, the next steps would no longer be so difficult.

The powerhouses of the opposing Temple Church watched Allen's actions. It would be a lie to say they had no thoughts, but faced with the four wilderness powerhouses around Allen, who were ready for battle and expressing their attitude through their actions, the commanders of the Temple Church's various factions couldn't help but have more concerns.

But sometimes, opportunities were fleeting. If they were still hesitating whether to attack at this point, then they could be considered to have completely lost their chance with this treasure.

"It seems that you don't welcome our arrival, so we won't disturb you any longer. We'll just give you space to explore this Misty Forest!"

A dangerous-looking azure magical flame flickered on the tip of the staff in his hand. Da Vinci's usually dim old eyes were exceptionally bright. After Allen had put away the treasure, he immediately waved goodbye to the powerhouses present.

"Let's go!"

The Kobold Saint issued the order. The first to react were Brickon, Marvin, and Alan, the three demigods behind him. As if they had discussed it beforehand, they bypassed the Temple team's loose formation and flew towards the direction they had come from.

The dragon on the ground, after exchanging a glance with Allen, who was overlooking from above, also flapped its wide, powerful wings into the sky in perfect understanding. It carried Allen and the Kobold Saint on its back, and the three Saint-level powerhouses followed closely behind with a faint air of confrontation.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Monk Fanco Luke finally couldn't restrain himself. He shouted and decisively intercepted the Bugbear who was preparing to leave.

Among the seven or eight Saint-level beings around, only a Saint-level Ranger from the Ranger Church followed Fanco Luke's actions. A javelin with a spear tip covered in glistening frost shot out following Fanco Luke's attack.

The other powerhouses turned back to look at their respective companions in the team not far away, exchanging glances, still hesitant.

Clang!!

Allen had been prepared for this. He stepped off the dragon's back, leaping more than ten meters into the air, and the heavy sword in his hand once again bloomed with dazzling light.

At the same time, the fireball that the Kobold Saint had been gathering on the tip of his staff for a long time also shot out, heading straight for the javelin flying towards Allen.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

The two top powerhouses, who were not far apart, collided instantly. Before the sparks generated between the gauntlet and the heavy sword could bloom, the two figures quickly separated, retreating in their respective directions under the force of the impact.

Boom!!!

Only then did the power of the two combat skill energies fully release, and the shockwave swept around, forcing a group of powerhouses to gather their energy to resist.

Without other powerhouses providing support from the side, it was clear that Fanco Luke and the Ranger Church Saint's strength alone could not stop Allen and the others from retreating.

Allen used the recoil to quickly fly outwards, even surpassing the speed of the dragon Figlas. When the aftermath of the shockwave pushed them from behind, their retreat speed increased even more.

Watching the Mansa Wilderness powerhouses leave, their aura gradually fading away, the remaining Temple Church powerhouses looked at each other with complex expressions, the scene somewhat awkward.

"Let's go too!"

Brown, the director of the Natural Church's preaching court, smiled self-deprecatingly and waved to Frank, the Saint-level priest of the Natural Church not far away.

"You're all really embarrassing!"

Before Frank could respond, Monk Fanco Luke's mocking voice floated over. After uttering these words, his figure immediately disappeared from the spot, flying towards Mansa City without looking back.

"Tch!"

Oneda, the Ogre Saint from the Beast Brotherhood, put his exaggerated battle ax on his shoulder, glanced at the gradually disappearing monk's back, and retorted with dissatisfaction: "If you were capable, that thing wouldn't have fallen into the hands of that Bugbear!"

The flying monk's figure in the distance paused, but then quickly returned to normal, but the speed of his subsequent flight increased a lot, and soon turned into a black dot disappearing into the earth.

A legendary story that would inevitably leave its mark in Mansa's history ended so dramatically.

As the first team began to leave, the other church teams naturally would not stay any longer, and successively retreated towards Mansa City.

The previously lively and dangerous battlefield quickly returned to silence, only the mottled earth, and the huge sunken depression, which was obviously not naturally formed, silently demonstrated everything that had happened here.