Green Monster Epic

The Bonecleaver's blade retracted its golden light, and the Bugbear Allen, with his legs suspended in a bow stance, withstood the enormous impact of the divine spell. Only when the arm holding the sword suddenly felt lighter, knowing it had passed through the range of the divine spell, did his exhausted arms instantly recover with the surging divine power, and he thrust the heavy sword forward with a sudden burst of strength.

Instant Kill!

Divine power erupted from the tip of the sword, and a golden flash instantly crossed a hundred meters of space, appearing before the Elven Saint Helena, colliding with a semi-transparent shield constantly revolving around her.

Although protected by a powerful divine spell, Helena was unable to maintain her posture under the impact of the Instant Kill sword technique's mighty force and was sent flying on the spot.

Immediately, Allen brought back the exhausted heavy sword, turned sideways, and mobilized divine power to inject into the Bonecleaver, placing the heavy, wide sword beside his chest and waist, just in time to block a ferocious blow from a huge, slender dragon tail swinging a bone瘤.

Clang!

Allen's body slid ten meters to the left, using the force of the impact. With each beat of his heart, new divine power spread throughout his body again. His left and right hands tightly gripped the heavy sword, and he swept it upward and cleaved it back, intersecting directly with the Silver Dragon's pair of dragon claws that were relentlessly pursuing.

Ding!

Clang!

The man and the dragon shook, then slid apart to their respective sides, preparing to adjust their states and attack again.

Taking this opportunity, Allen suddenly closed his eyes, and the main body of his consciousness appeared in the sea of consciousness, face to face with the divine consciousness that had been maintained independently for research.

Their eyes met, and the invisible thought had already been received by the divine consciousness. Then, the body transformed by the divine consciousness gradually flickered with light, and finally split into strands of mental power, like swallows returning to their nests, floating towards Allen's main consciousness. The two quickly merged into one, and at the same time, a massive amount of information, like a tide, poured into the main consciousness, waiting to be digested and absorbed by him.

In the real world, Allen's eyes only blinked once. When he opened his eyes again, the aura on his body had changed significantly. He had less warmth and humanity and more ruthlessness and indifference, which was caused by the impact of the massive amount of information and the infection of the divine consciousness.

After actively deactivating the Dual Tasking specialization, the two originally homologous consciousnesses re-integrated into one. Allen's already enormous mental power was now more than doubled, almost comparable to the mental power of a Saint-level caster, allowing him to control his divine power combat skills more exquisitely, and the effect and range of his domain also skyrocketed.

"...You are all fresh meat on the chopping block! My hunger will tear your lands, and my jaws will crush your altars!"

At this moment, the Bugbear Allen had more divinity than humanity. His pair of green eyes had become golden and dazzling. The words he uttered, word by word, were still in the common language of Fayman, but when they floated between heaven and earth, they possessed a certain sacred power.

A ball of divine fire suddenly rose from the blade of the heavy sword Bonecleaver. The flames burned and produced invisible energy, which merged into Allen's combat domain. A more complex and subtle energy quickly expanded, overlapping with the domain of the female elf Helena, covering the most intense inner city battlefield of Thornsburg.

"Domain: War Feast!!"

A huge, semi-transparent dining table, summoned by Allen's majestic voice, appeared in his domain and was attracted by the battlefield atmosphere filled with slaughter and blood, actively descending into the most tragic battlefield in a certain part of the inner city.

The soldiers of both sides, engrossed in their fierce battle, were unaware of the arrival of this semi-transparent dining table. Even when their fighting figures overlapped with the dining table, there was no impact. It seemed that its existence could not be observed by most of the warriors.

Only when it landed steadily on the battlefield covered with corpses did it spontaneously begin to absorb the energy scattered around the battlefield, a certain obsession and thoughts left behind before the souls dissipated, and then transform into delicious dishes presented on the spacious dining table.

Whenever a dish was completely formed, it would actively fly up from the dining table, and then find a battlefield where a certain number of Northern Alliance soldiers were gathered, turning into a powerful divine spell blessing, injecting it into the bodies of the Northern Alliance warriors on this battlefield.

The powerful force merged into the bodies of the Northern warriors, who had been fighting fiercely for a long time and felt tired and scarred. Their physical strength and combat aura quickly recovered, and their decadent fighting spirit seemed to be revitalized, rising again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Although they didn't know what was happening to them, the well-trained Northern warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce offensive, catching the Elven army, which had been in a stalemate for a long time, off guard.

Before the other side could adapt to the sudden increase in their combat power, a group of Elven warriors were cut down to the ground. The Elven army, already at a disadvantage, suffered a heavy blow. How could they compete with the Northern warriors? They were immediately slaughtered, throwing away their helmets and armor, and fleeing towards the deeper parts of the inner city.

"You!!!"

Helena, who had just completed a prayer spell, distorted her face, and a pair of phoenix eyes glared with fierce flames, trying to ignite the Bugbear.

"You yourself said that I can imitate your behavior!"

Allen was expressionless, and the heavy sword raised a golden light. The Saint-Slaying sword technique was now executed in his hands without any burden, and he instantly slashed the Silver Dragon, who had approached him, away. The remaining power of the sword also broke the Dragon Language magic it had cast.

Lightly tapping the void beneath his feet, the amplified domain effect further increased Allen's movement speed. The moment his voice faded, he had already flown to within fifty meters of Helena, unleashing the Instant Kill Sword. As he swung his sword, it shot out.

Helena's resentful gaze narrowed. She hadn't expected this hobgoblin to have suppressed his strength during their long battle. The battle prowess he was now displaying was more than one or two levels stronger than before. Several layers of protective divine spells coalesced around the trajectory of the Instant Kill Sword technique. Her mouth didn't hesitate to utter several magical syllables, activating the inherent magic of the numerous magical items on her body.

Poof!!

Poof poof!!!!

The greater mental strength brought more precise control, and the changes in the battle domain made the blessings even stronger. Several protective divine spells shattered instantly before the Instant Kill Sword technique, but they also fulfilled their mission, exhausting the energy of the Instant Kill Sword technique.

Before the halo of magical collision could dissipate, Allen's figure suddenly pierced through the washing energy, tearing through it. The greatsword chopped straight down, forcefully striking at Helena, who was less than three meters away, with pure physical power.

Poof!! Poof!!!!

The last few protective spells, along with the female elf's body, were cleaved apart by the greatsword. However, the sensation transmitted from the sword's edge made Allen somewhat regretful. The figure before him was just a remnant left behind by the other party. Her real body had already disappeared from the current location through teleportation, and her aura reappeared a thousand meters away to his left.

At this moment, the silver dragon Kenny once again charged to his front. A ball of azure ice flames cleared the way, covering the space dozens of meters around Allen. The dragon's massive body swung forward, and its powerful dragon claws followed closely behind.

Allen's forward momentum didn't diminish. After slightly circulating the divine power within his body, he twisted and charged upwards, soaring more than ten meters against the terrifying power of the ice flames. Then, he suddenly dove downwards in the opposite direction. The greatsword repeatedly slashed out dozens of times, warding off the surging dragon breath and protecting his body until he approached the dragon. Then, the greatsword exerted force again, sweeping horizontally, bravely and fearlessly colliding head-on with the dragon.

Boom!!!!!

The surging shockwave triggered a sonic boom, instantly expanding outwards. Soon, it impacted the soldiers on both sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground. Some warriors scattered on the periphery, unable to be affected by the knight's domain, were immediately struck hard, their faces contorted, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground, dying. Obviously, they were implicated by the aftermath of the holy warriors' fierce battle.

With just one move, nearly a thousand soldiers from both sides lost their lives. The indifferent and ruthless Allen, although not caring about the deaths and injuries of these soldiers, immediately made a decision after a brief analysis in his mind with absolute rationality. He straightened up and chased after the female elf a thousand meters away.

Seeing the hobgoblin abandon his companions and chase after her again, Helena was now unable to play petty tricks. While casting powerful divine spells, she floated towards the distance, obviously abandoning her actions to bless her compatriots on the ground battlefield with her own domain.

After all, she had previously done so because she thought that the opponent's mastery of the domain had not yet reached the point of independently stimulating divine authority. But the reality gave her a resounding slap. She hadn't expected that this hobgoblin, who had been promoted to a holy warrior for less than two hundred years, could actually combine his own authority with the domain to stimulate a unique effect.

Both of them could stimulate the divine authority domain to provide powerful blessings to their own camps. Then, the one who would ultimately benefit the most would inevitably be the side that occupied the advantage on the battlefield and had the largest population. If she stayed on the battlefield, it would instead put her side at a greater disadvantage. Leading the opponent away from the battlefield became the best choice.

Allen had no objection to this. Whether or not the ground battlefield had the blessing of his divine authority domain, the result had already been determined. Instead, the fierce battle of the holy warriors might cause additional damage to the ground army, causing even greater losses to the more numerous Northern Territory soldiers, which was obviously undesirable.

Just before leaving, Allen's will projected an invisible dining table onto the ground battlefield. Divine power was injected to accelerate the formation of several dishes, blessing the soldiers of several legions. Only then did he dissolve the virtual existence of this dining table.

Above the endless starry sky, a bright star was constantly drawing closer. After passing through the powerful and dazzling outer barrier, a vast battlefield god kingdom came into view. Countless creatures on the ancient battlefield were pouncing and killing each other endlessly. The solemn war aura spewed out, forming a tangible wolf smoke rising and flying towards a divine throne stacked with countless knives, guns, swords, and halberds in the sky above the battlefield.

On the divine throne, a burly humanoid being, wearing blood-red plate armor covered with different knife and sword engravings, sat upright on it, one hand propping up the edge of the chair to support his helmeted chin, while admiring the bloody and cruel battlefield on the inverted ground with great interest.

Beside him, a huge two-handed greatsword burning with immortal fire was inserted into the throne base, swaying and dancing with the wolf smoke floating in the sky, echoing each other. The flames occasionally transformed into the figures of powerful warriors. It was the famous artifact in both the mortal world and the divine realm—the Messenger of Strife.

The heartstrings of Kampas, the God of War, who was admiring the ode to war, were suddenly plucked, as if something had been quietly stripped away from his god kingdom.

"Hmm? Who is stealing my authority??"

Having experienced tens of thousands of years, Kampas naturally had similar experiences long ago. He immediately vigilantly shifted his gaze away from the battlefield, and at the same time, the divine throne slowly returned to its normal direction, so that Kampas's divine eyes could be cast into the real world.