Green Monster Epic

Chapter 242: Klier's Despair

"Little ones, seeing as you've gathered useful intelligence for me, I'll give you a hand!!"

Just as Allen's mind was filled with nothing but the thought of escape, a vigorous voice came from his ear, and at the same time, an invisible mental pressure rose, finally helping Allen dispel the fear in his heart and return to normal.

When Allen opened his eyes, the giant hammer of his opponent, Klier, was less than 30 centimeters away from his head. In front of the giant hammer, a strong and powerful claw easily blocked it. Allen didn't know when a lizardman figure had appeared to his left.

"Lord Munch!!"

In the distance, Keira, who had been paying attention to Allen's movements, suddenly exclaimed, drawing the attention of others to where Allen and his group were.

At the same time, Klier, who had been confident and fearless, suddenly turned pale. He desperately pulled back, trying to regain control of the giant hammer, but the difference in strength between the two sides was fundamental. Even if Klier mustered all his strength, he couldn't take back the giant hammer from the suddenly appearing Munch.

Klier was also a decisive person. Seeing that there was no hope of regaining his weapon, he gritted his teeth and suddenly gave up control of the giant hammer. His hands continuously reached into the dimensional bag in his arms, and all kinds of life-saving scrolls and alchemical items were smashed towards Munch as if they were free.

"Humph!"

Munch let out a soft snort, but when it entered Klier's ears, it was like a thunderous bell, shaking his spirit slightly, but it couldn't stop Klier's escape. Fireball, Entangle, Wind Blade, Magic Missile… various scrolls that might or might not be effective, conflicting or not, turned into magic, appearing in front of Munch, enveloping his entire figure.

But as a red light flashed on Munch's body, his entire body seemed to be wrapped in a visible flame. All the magic shot at him either melted into the flame or collided with the flame, turning into flying flowers and dissipating, but none of the magic could cause him any harm.

"Still want to run??"

Before Munch's voice faded, his whole body flew into the air, shooting towards Klier, who was running into a secret passage in the cave, at an even faster speed. Only then did Allen realize that Munch's palms were wearing a pair of exquisite metal gloves. The ingenious fine iron pieces that wrapped the fingers without losing their flexibility formed sharp claws that were lifelike.

The claws slapped down from the air, and the air seemed to condense into a translucent claw mark in this claw, covering Klier like a giant net. Klier felt a strong sense of crisis, and his body, which was fleeing, suddenly turned around. A sharp broadsword had already appeared in his hand, and he struck straight at the approaching fist and claw attack from behind.

"Ding!!"

When the two intersected, Klier flew backwards rapidly, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, but he had already chosen the angle when he counterattacked and defended, using Munch's blow to accelerate into the narrow passage next to him. Even at this time, Klier still hadn't given up struggling to survive. Although Munch was a Legend, his strength far exceeded Klier's, but after all, Klier was also a Level 15 high-level combatant, touching the threshold of Legend, so Klier's full blow still made Munch's figure pause, giving him a little chance to escape.

"Still want to run?"

Munch didn't succeed with one blow. His attitude on his face was indifferent, but when he saw Klier's action of escaping into the passage, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Without seeing Munch make any effort, his figure shot into the dark passage, chasing after Klier.

At this time, Allen's heart finally calmed down. The effect of the Fear spell gradually dissipated on him, but the feeling of being lucky enough to escape from the line of death still made Allen feel a deep sense of self-blame, and he didn't even have the mind to take advantage of the situation. Beside him, the appearance of the Legend completely crushed the fighting spirit of the Eagle Owl Regiment members. The surviving Eagle Owl members scattered and fled, relying on their familiarity with the complex environment, and burrowed into the interconnected caves to escape.

Allen stood on the high platform, reflecting on himself. It wasn't that he hadn't experienced life-and-death battles before, but those battles were basically unavoidable for Allen: the duel with Bonecrusher, the fight with the ogre Behemoth, being chased by several mercenary teams, and even being chased by a Legend, and so on.

But this time was different. Because the inner expansion brought about by the improvement of strength made Allen a little unaware of himself. The cautious and careful character had also become lost in the feeling that everything was under control brought about by the strength.

If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the Legend, Allen would probably have been one of the countless corpses in this cave who had lost their lives. From the extreme self-confidence at the beginning to the relief and palpitations after surviving the disaster, the contrast between the two moods directly nipped Allen's arrogance, which had just emerged, in the bud.

"Quick, help me stop him!!!"

Suddenly, Allen heard an anxious cry in his ear. Two ghostly figures were chasing each other in this cave. Albion, who had not been seen in the previous battle, finally appeared, chasing after an equally swift and strange figure, and calling for his temporary teammates to help.

When Allen heard the shout and looked up, the two figures happened to brush past him. Without thinking, Allen slashed his heavy sword at the leading figure.

"Humph!!"

This figure snorted disdainfully, and then suddenly the forward-rushing figure suddenly turned into 5 phantoms, heading in 5 directions, making it difficult to detect which one was his real body for a while.

Allen remained unmoved, his eyes only on the two figures closest to him. His left hand then rested on the hilt of the sword, adding to the horizontal sweep, accelerating it and widening the range of the sweep.

The sword light passed through the first phantom. When it reached the second phantom, this phantom finally reacted with both hands, a pair of daggers crossed in front of his chest, blocking Allen's fierce blow. Unfortunately, Allen was still in a period of weakness at this time, and his strength was less than 50%. In the end, he was blocked by the opponent, but Albion, who followed closely behind, took the opportunity to chase up, and a pair of cold lights swept directly towards the opponent's arms and back of the head.

"Pfft!"

The dagger passed through the figure in front of Allen, and then turned into a bubble and dissipated in the air. Although the opponent was slowed down by Allen, he also decisively used Shadow Step, and the whole person disappeared in front of Allen and the others.

"Want to leave? No way!!"

Albion had long been eyeing this mysterious leader. He had given up many opportunities to kill enemies before and had not made much movement, just hoping to seize the opponent's flaws and give him a fatal blow. Unfortunately, the opponent was also a cautious person. Every time he revealed his figure to attack a target, he had already prepared to defend against sneak attacks, so Albion had never been able to find a suitable opportunity.

When dealing with Shadow Talent users, the fellow talent user who understands it best is more skilled. The opponent used Shadow Step for only 2-3 breaths, and Albion found the opponent's figure again from the chaotic scene, and then followed and chased him out.