Green Monster Epic

Chapter 289: Kill! (Happy weekend!)

Faylor spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his chest heavy. The opponent's attack was too fierce, causing Faylor, who considered himself to have superior strength, to suffer greatly.

But the more it was like this, the more excited Faylor became. If he could devour the soul and body of such a strong person, wouldn't he be one step closer to becoming a legend? Thinking of this, Faylor's eyes became even more frantic, and his gaze swept again towards the bear goblin not far away, but he lost track of him once more.

"…"

Allen had no emotional fluctuations at this time. Even though he had just given his opponent a big loss, Allen's offensive showed no signs of slowing down.

"Clang!!"

After Faylor realized that Allen had lost track of him again, he hurriedly raised his greatsword and swung it into a ball, protecting his entire body. Allen's heavy chop, however, was blocked by Faylor's greatsword sweeping across, but the opponent's temporary exertion of strength was somewhat insufficient. The greatsword was directly knocked away by Allen's heavy chop, leaving the center wide open.

Allen paused, and the ground suddenly dented, while Allen used the ground's recoil to break through along the opponent's exposed opening, and then smashed a fierce Triple Wave against Faylor's left rib, where bone spurs and calluses stood.

"Bang!! Pfft pfft~~"

Faylor rolled out again, and Allen, holding the Bone Cleaver, had already made a heavy chopping motion halfway through.

"Get out of here!!"

Faylor's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and the gray power of the abyss undulated on his body like flames. He clenched his left hand into a claw and swung it directly at Allen, who was chasing after him. The full activation of the Berserk skill doubled Faylor's overall strength, while also causing him to completely lose his mind, transforming into a wild beast of frenzied slaughter.

Under the heavy chop, Allen collided with the opponent's hastily swung claw, and his whole body was immediately knocked back two steps, his arm numb. On the other hand, the Berserker Demon, who had been shrouded in a foul stench, did not move at all, reversing the previous suppressed situation.

Faylor's crazy amber eyes stared straight at Allen, his two thick thighs squatted down and jumped up, the whole person rising more than ten meters, whistling and slamming down towards Allen's location. Allen was not stupid either. As soon as the opponent jumped up, he judged the opponent's movements and quickly moved away from his current position, pouncing forward directly. When he turned around again, Allen only felt a tremor in the ground, countless gravel flying up, and the air shaking, making it difficult to maintain his movements, which also made Allen's backhand stab somewhat deformed.

However, the previous Triple Wave severely injured the opponent's left rib, and now it had an effect. Although Faylor looked imposing with every move, there was always some lag in his left side when moving, which gave the opponent a lot more openings.

Allen's eyes were icy cold, and the second Mechanical Mind was applied to himself again. Seeing that the time of the Rage skill was more than halfway over, and he was about to enter a period of weakness, Allen did not show the slightest negative emotion, and still calmly confronted the Berserker Demon whose strength had soared at this time.

Now is the time!!

Allen, who was freely shuttling through Faylor's seemingly tyrannical but actually mindless attack movements, finally seized the opportunity when the opponent's left foot stepped into the air, involving the flaw in the wound under his left rib, and launched a fierce counterattack. At this time, Allen's heartbeat gradually began to slow down. It was estimated that in another ten or twenty breaths, his Rage skill would end, and the originally seemingly inexhaustible rage flowing between his blood vessels was gradually showing signs of decline.

Triple Wave!!

A sword fiercely followed the opponent's tilting posture, slashing at the joint of Faylor's lower leg. Amidst the flying broken bones, the greatsword slammed down head-on, and Allen agilely rolled past the opponent's crotch to dodge. When Allen stood up again, he swung another heavy chop backhand, heavily hitting Faylor's bent instep, and immediately picked open the flesh, muscles, and tendons wrapped under the bone spurs and scales.

"Ah!!!!!!"

Faylor roared to the sky, venting the pain in his body, while his left leg involuntarily knelt on the ground, temporarily losing his ability to move.

There is no need to say more about the principle of taking his life while he is ill. At this time, Allen fully demonstrated the true meaning of this, seizing every minute and every second of the Rage skill, while dodging Faylor's gradually deformed movements, while venting the rage and power in his body to his heart's content. The bone spurs on Faylor's body shattered one after another, revealing the dark red muscles, blood vessels, and bones under the skin.

In the berserk state, a look of horror that should not have appeared appeared in Faylor's pair of crazy vertical pupils. Even as the most crazy and cruel race in the endless world, they could hardly restrain their instinct to survive in the face of death. Allen, in a calm state, also discovered Faylor's eyes that were about to regain his sanity, and desperately squeezed every ounce of strength and rage in his body, leaving deep sword marks on Faylor's body.

"Boom!!"

Faylor's heavy body slowly fell down, and a left leg flew into the sky, directly separated from the body by Allen's Triple Wave, becoming a member of the countless broken bodies in the field.

"Ah!! Damn green skin!!"

Faylor finally regained his sanity, uttering intimidating words in a stern voice, making a defensive posture with his hands, while his eyes glared at Vicki and his party in the distance: "You bunch of bastards, why don't you hurry up and come over to help!!"

The human cavalry team behind Vicki had actually been unable to restrain themselves from wanting to support Faylor for a long time, but Vicki had stopped them before, and later Faylor went crazy and didn't distinguish between friend and foe, which made everyone have concerns and dare not rashly move forward.

At this time, after finally receiving Faylor's response, although the other party's tone and demeanor were very unpleasant, the human cavalry leader did not care about these things in the current situation. With a wave of his arm, the remaining 23 cavalrymen began to move, and their mounts slowly began to run, their target pointing directly at Allen, who was dozens of meters away.

During the battle, Faylor dared to be distracted, and Allen naturally would not let go of this great opportunity. He used a Snake Step learned from the Flower Snake, and suddenly pulled out a long phantom in the air. When he stood still again, he had already appeared at the back of Faylor's neck.

The Bone Cleaver was raised high, and inspiration flashed at the last moment. Allen's Heavy Chop sword technique was actually combined with the Rage Chop into one. The Rage Chop sword energy that should have flown out directly at this moment stayed on the blade of the Bone Cleaver, just like the blade of the Bone Cleaver was attached with a layer of sharp, constantly vibrating serrations. With one blow, Faylor's hard occipital bone flew debris on the spot under the constantly vibrating, serrated blade, revealing the fishy white brain inside.

When the physical attack of the Heavy Chop broke out again, half of Faylor's head rolled out, and his pair of amber vertical pupils were filled with anger and disbelief.

Allen's body also softened at this time, and the Rage skill also ended at this time. Allen, whose entire body seemed to be emptied, almost sat on the ground on the spot. However, Allen was clear that he was also facing a crisis at this time. The gradually vibrating sound on the ground, without looking with his eyes, Allen knew that the spears in the hands of the cavalry behind him were probably not far away from him.

Allen scrambled and crawled into Faylor's arms, directly using Faylor's still-uncooled corpse as a shield to avoid the enemy cavalry's charge. As a burst of violent collision sounds stopped, the first wave of the human cavalry's charge left countless deep piercing wounds on Faylor's corpse, but Allen, who was hiding in Faylor's arms, did not suffer any injuries.

The human cavalry slowly drew an arc in the field, and just as they were about to accelerate again to complete a charge formation, Allen seized the gap in the opponent's attack, forcibly took a breath and rushed back without regard for his image.

Along the way, there were unsightly low-level demons blocking the way. Allen was unwilling to spend any more effort to deal with them, so he just resisted the opponent's scattered attacks, using the excellent protection of the Python Scale Armor on his body to block the opponent's attacks. Allen was afraid that his entanglement with them would give the cavalry behind him a chance. Although he was a bit embarrassed now, he quickly approached the blood-stained high wall in the village. After a few kicks, Allen easily climbed up the high wall, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gaga!!"

"Woo woo~~~"

Many of the demons on the city wall also discovered the death of the powerful leader Faylor behind them, and began to make various strange calls in their mouths. Subsequently, some mid-level Horned Demons, Reincarnation Demons, and Fro Demons began to retreat, and the low-level demons who were fighting in the back also began to riot, and finally turned around and ran wildly towards the wilderness outside Green Lake Village.

The human cavalry leader led the team and stopped very awkwardly more than ten meters in front of the high wall of Green Lake Village, looking at Allen standing on the high wall passage, and remained silent for a while.

The power of the cavalry lies in their ability to mobilize the power of both the mount and themselves in the open space to form a powerful impact. However, in siege warfare, the role of the cavalry is not as good as the low-level existence among the demons, unless they are willing to actively abandon their mounts and engage in foot combat.

"Withdraw!!"

In the distance, Vicki's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, staring at the desolate town with gritted teeth. Although she was unwilling, the situation was pressing. Without the demons charging into battle to attack Green Lake Village, Vicki alone with her 20-odd cavalrymen would not have any hope of taking down this village.

For now, the only option is to return to the temporary valley, while integrating and collecting the remaining demons, and looking for more flesh and blood sacrifices to open the passage to the abyss and teleport more abyss demons into the Feman World.

Of course, the consequence of doing so will be that Vicki's mission will be deducted more points, and she will receive less favor in front of the evil god of faith. Even, according to the character of the deity she believes in, divine punishment will be inflicted, causing Vicki to wander between life and death in pain.

Thinking of this, how could Vicki be in a good mood? While cursing Faylor, this brainless guy, she also hated the Green Field Tribe who killed Faylor.

The extra chapter will be added when the answer is revealed!