Green Monster Epic

As Allen had expected, and consistent with the information gathered from the wilderness, after Allen circled hundreds of miles in a large loop and cut into the demon-occupied territory, he didn't encounter many demon figures along the way.

Throughout his journey, besides the absence of demons, there was also a lack of active creatures. Apart from insects living in the weeds and decaying soil, or the occasional small birds in the sky, Allen couldn't even find a few rats larger than his fist.

He had thought the wilderness he was in was the most barren place, but he never imagined that the land ruled and occupied by demons would be even more desolate and barren than the wilderness.

Everywhere were piles of white bones, as well as blackish soil devoid of vegetation after being corroded by demon blood, and roads overgrown with weeds. No one could have imagined that the once-envied human civilization would now decline into such a state, with no sign of human existence, and unable to even sustain animals.

Occasionally, Allen would encounter a few stray demons wandering alone. Before accepting the mission, Allen would have unhesitatingly attacked and slaughtered these demons directly. However, after accepting this mission to penetrate deep behind enemy lines, Allen's cautious nature made him restrain his urge to attack, secretly hiding aside and waiting for the demons to leave before resuming his journey.

The talent of Dark Vision allowed him to maintain a routine of resting during the day and traveling at night. Only after the sun set and darkness enveloped the land would Allen move, cautiously traversing through patches of shadow. Anyway, with even a little starlight or moonlight, Allen could clearly see the terrain within hundreds of meters, with little difference from the daytime view.

"Ah!!! I'll fight you!!!"

"Run, child!!!"

Human life is as tenacious as a rat. In this seemingly desolate land, there is always a group of humans struggling to hide, only to be found by the bored demons, who then play with them like cats playing with mice, with mockery and ridicule, manipulating these weak humans at will.

Allen hid far away outside the ruins of a human town, secretly observing the scene unfolding on this wasteland.

A middle-aged man was wielding a three-pronged pitchfork, desperately intercepting two Quasits. In the sky behind the two Quasits, three Quasit Fiends were making strange, jeering noises, watching everything with interest. Behind them, two Babau demons, roughly the size of humans, were also watching everything with keen interest.

Behind the middle-aged human man, a human woman was holding a 3-4 year old child in her arms, cowering in a corner of the ruins, her eyes filled with fear. Her left hand was pressed against the child's mouth, preventing him from making too much noise.

However, the woman didn't seem to realize that even if the child made a loud noise at this point, what difference would it make? Their fate as a family of three was already sealed from the moment they were discovered by the demons.

Unless a miracle occurred, or a hero appeared to help, it was clear that the middle-aged man blocking the way, with his skills and strength of only a level 2-3 warrior, had almost no chance of surviving the slaughter by a team of demons.

Allen coldly watched the tragedy in the ruins, with no intention of intervening. Although, given the number and strength of the demon team in the ruins at this moment, if Allen really wanted to take action, it would not be difficult for him to defeat them, or even wipe them all out.

This was the first human Allen had encountered since entering the demon-occupied territory, so he was interested in observing for a while.

What followed was simple. The demons toyed with the human male, slowly breaking his limbs and depriving him of his ability to resist. Then, in front of his eyes, they crushed the child's head and skinned the woman… The scene was so cruel that even Allen, who was hiding far away and observing, felt a chill in his heart as the human male, lying in a pool of blood, let out desperate and mournful screams like a beast.

However, in the eyes of the demons, the more desperate and painful humans are, the more delicious their souls and bodies become. This is also the reason why the material world has always been disgusted by these visitors from the abyss.

It wasn't until the demons in the ruins finished their feast, and disappeared from the ruins with a satisfied and swaggering gait, that the darkness reburied this sin. Perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, no one will know what happened here before.

Gently shaking his head, Allen calmly walked out of his hiding place, and then disappeared into the desolate wilderness without looking back.

Such a tragedy might make people in the civilized world shed tears, and then, in a surge of bloodlust, they would directly launch a heroic act of helping those in need. But Allen, who grew up in the wilderness, had seen things ten times more tragic and painful.

Coupled with the indifferent nature of the wilderness natives, Allen was able to remain calm and unmoved.

The further Allen explored, the slower his pace became. There were more and more ruins of human towns and old land sites around him, and the figures of demons wandering around became more and more frequent. Not all demons would obey the commands of powerful leaders. Originally crazy and unruly, the demons who had crossed the flesh altar passage and finally arrived in the material world still had many who secretly slipped away, hiding among these ruins that had been slaughtered over and over again, searching for surviving human beings.

In order not to startle the snake, Allen was very cautious along the way. In order to avoid unnecessary battles, Allen rarely took action, unless his whereabouts were directly discovered by the demons. Otherwise, Allen would avoid taking action if possible, even if it meant wasting more time, it was worth it.

In addition to the traces of demons, there were more and more human figures. Although there was no sign of large-scale armies appearing, small teams and scattered human powerhouses were active on this land that was originally their homeland, attacking lone demons and demonstrating their unyielding will.

For example, at this moment, a team of 7 people walked past the decaying soil where Allen was hiding. Among them were shield warriors with shields, warriors with two-handed greatswords, and rangers with bows. The few people covered each other, cautiously moving forward on this land. During the journey, no one uttered a word, and everyone's face was covered with solemn frost. There were also many traces of battles left on their bodies. Even in the stench of the decaying soil, Allen could smell a slight scent of demons.

The human team probably didn't expect that in this sparse small forest of trees, under the thick layer of decaying leaves, a hobgoblin was quietly hiding in it to rest, revealing a pair of eyes hidden in the dry leaves, watching them with interest.

It seems that the small forest that Allen chose to hide in can indeed be considered hidden. At this time, under his gaze, this group of humans patrolled and investigated, and after not finding any traces of demons, they slowly leaned against or squatted between the trees and decaying leaves.

Everyone was silent, and they didn't talk much when they sat down to rest. Instead, they each took out the food prepared in their bags, carefully chewing a mouthful of dry bread with a mouthful of water, while still paying attention to the surroundings, guarding against possible demons.

"Jie jie jie, I've caught you, you group of hiding little mice!!"

Suddenly, a figure like a harrier appeared in the sky. A Vrock, gliding rapidly, flapped its wings and plunged directly into the group of humans.

Its body was much taller and stronger than that of a common Vrock. Just by observing the human group from a distance without moving, Allen immediately judged the opponent's approximate strength. This was a Vrock that had advanced to the high-tier.

Having dealt with demons for a long time, Allen had gradually come to understand many common-sense facts about demons.

For example, Vrocks generally only had the combat strength of a mid-tier creature in the Feywild, but when their size increased by one or two heads, it meant that they had retained the Vrock's form and advanced to the high-tier.

Of course, when Vrocks advanced, in addition to retaining their original form, they could also transform into other forms, such as Succubi, Incubi, or Goristro, and were not fixed.

"Not good!! Prepare to retreat!!"

"Want to leave?? Jie jie jie, too late!!"

The human team was a little panicked. At the captain's call, they drew their weapons one after another, while dealing with the high-tier Vrock's attacks, and quickly adjusted their formation, wanting to break out of the jungle.

However, it was clear that the Vrock did not come hunting alone. As its loud cry rang out, many noisy sounds gradually arose outside the grove, as if many footsteps were rushing towards this place.

The demons' advantage was too great. The humans' current situation was like that of rats running across the street. Faced with Quasits and Vrocks that could fly in the sky, hiding was really a difficult task.

Unless one was a Legendary-tier or a mid-tier or higher caster, flying was basically impossible.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so good at hiding, wasting a full 3 days of my time."

The human team was basically composed of mid-tier warriors. Facing a powerful Vrock with almost peak high-tier strength, simply dealing with its attacks was already proving to be a struggle.

The rustling sounds in their ears grew closer and closer, but it was very difficult for the human team to escape the Vrock's pursuit.

The shield warrior among the humans suddenly made a decision in his heart, and then shouted loudly, charging diagonally towards one of the Vrock's fleshy wings with his shield.

A shield bash that focused the strength of his whole body instantly caused one of the Vrock's fleshy wings to temporarily lose its power and control.

"You guys go, I'll help you hold this trash back!!!"

The shield warrior shouted decisively to his companions after seeing his move succeed.

"Remember, if anyone makes it back, tell my father I'm sorry!!"

"George!"

"Go!!"

Upon seeing this, the human captain's eyes flashed with a struggle, and then he calmly issued the order.

Some human team members were still somewhat reluctant, unwilling to abandon their teammates, but were dragged away by the rational captain and ran outwards.

The human shield warrior, on the other hand, tried his best to keep the Vrock powerhouse, who was temporarily unable to fly high, pinned down in this jungle.

"Your efforts are futile. They will still come to accompany you in a while."

There was no shame or anger in the Vrock's eyes, but rather a strong sense of teasing, toying with the human warrior in front of it.

When those hurried footsteps arrived, the shield on the human shield warrior's left hand had already been easily swatted away by the leisurely Vrock.

One of the human warrior's left arms hung limply at his side, his eyes pained but still stubbornly waving his one-handed hammer, wildly attacking the Vrock.

"You guys go chase after that group of escaping guys, leave this human to me to have some fun with!!"

The Vrock's ferocious eyes swept over the dozen or so demons that had arrived, and it faintly ordered in the demonic language.

"Gaga ga~~"

Among the demons, several couldn't help but swallow, greedily looking at the human warrior who exuded despair and the aura of death, wishing they could swallow this guy covered in the scent of blood into their stomachs in one bite.

"Roar!!!!"

"Get lost!!!!"

The Vrock turned to them, roaring and directly pulling back the will of this group of chaotic fellows, and then they rushed messily towards the direction the human team had fled.

"Now, no one will disturb us…"

The Vrock smiled mockingly, its fleshy wings fanning, splashing countless dry leaves, enveloping the small grove, and then its entire figure disappeared into the leaves.

A game of cat and mouse began. The demon, who was already far stronger than its opponent, left faint wounds on the opponent's body time and time again in order to make the target's soul more delicious and make him more desperate.

Until the aura of despair in the opponent's eyes rose to its most intense, the Vrock swooped down, directly grabbed the opponent's exhausted body, and swallowed more than half of the living person in one bite.

With two clicks, the scent of blood filled the small grove, and a look of enjoyment rose on the Vrock's hideous face.

"Hmm… what a delicious soul…"

The Vrock chewed non-stop with its big mouth, its forked long tongue occasionally licking the blood on its lips, and moaned with satisfaction.

When it finished digesting, the Vrock shook its wings and soared into the sky, going to chase after its next prey.

Allen took all of this into his eyes, his whole body as still as a dead piece of wood, cowering among the decaying leaves without the slightest movement, as if everything that was happening before his eyes was just a chance encounter in a play.

He waited until the sky darkened and the demon team did not set foot in this grove again, and two or three magic hours had passed.

Only then did Allen crawl out from among the decaying leaves, walk to the place where the bloody battle traces remained, collect the one-handed hammer and several pieces of armor that the demons had discarded on the ground, and then put them into his dimensional pouch.

It was really a pity for that human shield warrior. Allen was actually very touched by his initiative to sacrifice himself to buy an opportunity for his other teammates to escape.

The vast majority of the wild natives lacked this kind of spirit of sacrifice. They often abandoned their companions and looked out only for themselves when they realized the battle was not going well.

When he raised his head again, Allen's feet were already lightly tapping on the ground, and he continued to gallop into the distance, heading southeast under the cover of the night.

The wilderness was silent, and only a few chirps of insects and birds would let people know that this was not a desert of life.

From time to time, a ball or patch of orange-yellow firelight would rise. Whenever Allen saw these firelights rising, he would stay far away and would never take the initiative to go over to investigate, so as to avoid unnecessary complications.

However, things would always find Allen's head. For example, now, he had just burrowed into a mountain range, originally thinking that the mountains would be relatively safer and more concealed, but he was discovered by a team of demons hiding in a valley and enjoying blood food.

The first to discover Allen was a Quasit slightly larger than a vulture. The Quasit, flying in the sky as a lookout, searching for prey, was not much different from a common bird.

Allen did not expect that there would still be a guy with such vigorous energy flying in the air at night.

By the time the Quasit chattered and made strange noises, holding a steel fork and flying down from the sky, it was already a little late for Allen to kill and silence it.

"Damn thing!!"

Alan, frustrated, pulled out the Bonecleaver, aimed at the spot where the Quasit was falling, and immediately unleashed a Furious Cleave. Before the Quasit could even reach Alan, it had already turned into a brilliant spray of blood in the air.

The Quasit’s excited, shrill cries awakened the demons in the valley, and they emerged with all sorts of shouts and roars. However, these demons hadn't anticipated that their prey would be one step ahead, blocking their path out of the valley, standing indifferently at the narrow entrance with a person and a sword, coldly watching them.

Since their whereabouts had been exposed, the best way to conceal them was to silence all the demons who had seen them.

He started with a direct, downward Furious Heavy Cleave. A Horned Devil, taking advantage of its charge, ran at the front and collided head-on with the Bonecleaver in Alan's hand. After a muffled impact, a shockwave spread in all directions, and along with it, the Horned Devil's life was extinguished, leaving behind a severed torso.

The Horned Devil's mangled remains, its head completely split open, flew back like a cannonball, crashing into the ranks of demons behind, causing chaos. Following closely behind, Alan's unstoppable Tempest Sword plunged into the demon ranks. The sounds of the sword entering flesh and blood echoed continuously, followed by the terrified, angry, and frenzied cries of the demons.

Alan, who had just stopped his body from the difficult-to-control Tempest Sword technique, used the last bit of momentum from the sword move to gently push and lift, propelling himself forward several steps, perfectly impaling a Vrock that was swooping down from the sky. This Vrock had good eyesight, able to anticipate the opening in Alan's sword technique, but it underestimated Alan's combat strength. It was as if it had willingly thrown itself onto the tip of Alan's Bonecleaver. Alan's sword pierced straight through it, creating a large hole with a casual twist, appearing in the Vrock's abdomen, from which countless pieces of flesh and intestines slowly flowed.

Thud!

Alan flicked the Bonecleaver aside, and the Vrock's dying body fell between the slopes of the valley, hanging on a protruding branch. Alan no longer glanced at his defeated foe. He tapped the ground and charged out again. With a simple horizontal sweep, a Bagura Demon was instantly cleaved in two, even though it had struggled and attempted to dodge. After the sweep, he pulled the sword hilt with his left hand, rotating it behind him, and then transferred it to his right hand, using another smooth chop to smash down on a Quasit.

“Gah, gah, gah, get out of my way!!”

A towering Goristro arrived late, a heavy double-bladed battleaxe preceding it, cleaving a Quasit in mid-air directly into a cloud of blood. A wave of fishy stench assaulted Alan's face.

Finally, a powerful opponent had arrived. Alan immediately activated the Rage skill without hesitation. To end the battle as quickly as possible, he simultaneously activated the mechanized mind on his Icy Heart Bracers. He took a bow-legged stance, shifting his body, not dodging, but directly meeting the opponent's steel axe with the Bonecleaver from below.

Clang!!

The heavy impact sent sparks flying, and both heavy weapons swung wide. The Goristro also staggered in the face of the immense recoil, halting its forward momentum. In contrast, Alan had already prepared for the impact. His legs sank deep into the ground, leaving two deep footprints, before he suddenly exerted force again, dragging the Bonecleaver, which had just swung back, and charging once more.

Bang!!

At this moment, the Goristro had only just stabilized its body from the recoil. By the time it reacted, Alan's Bonecleaver was already upon it. In haste, the Goristro could only brace the haft of its double-bladed axe in front of itself, barely blocking Alan's strike, but it was forced to retreat several steps.

“Roar~~~~”

A look of surprise and anger flashed across the Goristro's eyes. It roared, and a gray-brown Abyss energy enveloped its body, increasing its strength by more than ten percent.

“KWH… … kap… …”

Blasphemous words slowly flowed from the Goristro's mouth. The demonic language, filled with a mysterious aura, stirred up ripples in the air. The Goristro, while dealing with Alan's attacks, directly used its final, powerful means.

Alan remained expressionless. After seizing the initiative, he further solidified his advantage, unleashing one cleave after another, each carrying a heavy blow effect, forcing the Goristro to struggle to parry, with few opportunities to counterattack. Seeing that the opponent's spell-like ability was about to be completed, Alan suddenly reached into his dimensional bag and, upon withdrawing his hand, smashed a scroll directly onto the Goristro's head.

Whoosh~~

Magical fluctuations directly enveloped the unsteady Goristro. By the time the opponent reacted, attempting to quickly evade this area of effect, it was already too late. The Goristro continued to chant, but no sound emerged. A spell-like ability that was about to be completed was interrupted by a Silence spell at the last moment.

The more Alan understood demons, the more he knew how to deal with some of their magical means, such as Greater Teleport, or the demons summoned by Blasphemous Utterances, and so on. A Silence scroll, only a 2nd-level spell, with an effect lasting only two breaths and a range of less than half a meter, could, when used properly as it was now, have a value far exceeding its cost.

The Goristro, whose Blasphemous Utterance was forcibly interrupted, showed an even stronger look of surprise and anger. The only consolation was that demons, unlike other spellcasters, did not suffer from spell backlash after failing to cast a spell. Therefore, although the Blasphemous Utterance was forcibly interrupted, the damage to the Goristro's main body was almost non-existent.

Whether the Goristro was surprised or angry was not within Alan's consideration. At this moment, after interrupting the opponent's Blasphemous Utterance, the Bonecleaver in his hand had not stopped, relentlessly pressing down on the opponent with continuous cleaves. The ground was filled with flying sand and gravel, forcing the few remaining surviving demons to stay away, while also causing the Goristro to retreat step by step.

Clang!!

The Bonecleaver grazed the blade of the double-bladed axe, falling diagonally to the side. Alan exerted himself further, his arm veins and muscles bulging, directly halting the Bonecleaver's remaining momentum in mid-air. Then, Alan's body lunged forward, his chest brushing past the flying blade of the double-bladed axe, directly crashing into the Goristro's inner circle, instantly causing a flicker of fear in the Goristro's swaying eyes.

The Goristro's powerful left leg was directly raised, transforming into a whiplash aimed at Alan's abdomen, attempting to intercept Alan's lunge. However, Alan completely ignored the opponent's kick. His abdominal muscles rippled, and the Bonecleaver continued to stab straight through.

Bang!!

Thud!!

One sound was the opponent's left leg directly kicking Alan's abdomen, with the faint sound of bones cracking, and the other was the sound of the longsword piercing into the body, scraping against bones and muscles.

“Ah!!”

The Goristro cried out in pain, and the double-bladed axe in its hand was finally pulled back, fiercely chopping down towards Alan's head.