Green Monster Epic

With a heavy, enraged strike, he slammed the blade directly onto the frost magic that was gradually encroaching on his lower body and encasing him in ice. At the same time, he crouched down as much as possible, concealing his body behind the wide blade of the Bone Cleaver.

In his haste, Allen could only use lightning's natural attraction to metal to reduce the damage from the lightning bolt. His hands, gripping the sword hilt, stung with pain and his skin blackened. Allen's heart raced uncontrollably, leaving him in a rather wretched state.

More of the lightning's energy was diverted into the ground by the Bone Cleaver, allowing Allen to quickly recover from the paralysis. He then broke free from the fragmented ground and the ice's binding grip, his boots even carrying a few chunks of dirt.

Dragging a long afterimage, Allen continued his forward charge, his eyes unwavering, unaffected by the surrounding environment.

A dark beam shot towards Allen. Upon seeing the ominous color, Allen activated the magic on his Iceheart Bracers without hesitation, then charged headfirst into the spell. His footing faltered, and even the Bone Cleaver in his hand seemed heavier. It turned out that the dark magic was not a fear spell as Allen had anticipated, but a negative spell that weakened his physical abilities.

Increasing the strength in his hands, Allen dodged the spells he could and simply endured those he couldn't. Relying on his level 9 physical strength, he finally approached the Tiefling mage again after a dozen breaths. The Bone Cleaver, with no reservations, unleashed a Triple Wave strike.

"Hmph~"

The Tiefling's lips curled upward, uttering a scornful syllable. A large ruby on his staff flashed, and another Dimension Door spell was about to be completed.

Just then, Allen suddenly tossed a scroll with his left hand. A spell preemptively slammed into the Tiefling's face. As a milky white halo was about to envelop the Tiefling, he cast a Dispel Magic spell, colliding with the scroll's forming magic, mutually annihilating each other.

Allen's eyes remained unchanged. However, in the opponent's blind spot, he stomped his foot, and a cracking sound echoed. Simultaneously, he gently kicked out, sending a clod of earth, along with a broken scroll, towards the Tiefling, whose figure was gradually fading.

Dimensional Anchor scrolls were difficult to obtain. Allen had only managed to get three from Fischer, precisely because he feared encountering mage-type demons. Now, he used two scrolls at once, one merely to attract the opponent's attention, the other hidden beneath the action of throwing the scroll, landing at Allen's feet.

The Tiefling only blocked the scroll spell used as bait, but the subsequent Dimensional Anchor scroll took effect, just as the Tiefling's Dimension Door spell was about to complete. It locked onto the Tiefling's body, instantly kicking him out of the Dimension Door, causing him to stagger several steps on the ground.

Thump!

The full power of the Triple Wave was concentrated in this strike. Allen, covered in wounds, finally struck the Tiefling's true form for the first time. Although the strike was blocked by the Tiefling's mithril staff and didn't actually hit his body, the difference in physical strength and power between a caster and a warrior directly sent the Tiefling flying dozens of meters like a cannonball. He rolled countless times on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Allen had no time to worry about the Tiefling mage's life or death, nor did he have the chance to follow up. In the direction he had come from, two figures had already appeared, no more than a few hundred meters away from their battlefield.

Ignoring the Tiefling, who seemed unable to move on the ground, Allen decisively sheathed the Bone Cleaver and darted away. It turned out that his immobility was just a ruse, waiting for Allen to get close before hitting him with a powerful spell.

Now, however, the Tiefling, who had completed his spell, didn't get his prey. With a frustrated howl, the ground within ten meters of him trembled, and a dozen explosions rang out. Although only a fourth-tier spell, the actual power of the chain explosion spell was as high as the fifth tier, directly turning the land around the Tiefling into a sea of fire, with countless shattered and collapsing pieces of earth flying into the sky.

The protective spells on the Tiefling's body allowed him to appear battered and miserable under Allen's Triple Wave strike, but in reality, it didn't affect his ability to cast spells. Of course, he wasn't without injury. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, the countless abrasions on his body, and the unnatural drooping of his left arm were all marks left by Allen's attack.

Regretfully watching Allen's fleeing figure, the Tiefling temporarily abandoned the chase. In his current state, he had already consumed more than half of his spell slots. If he wanted to fight head-on again, he would have to wait until he had replenished his mana and mental strength.

The two demons who arrived late were eyeing the Tiefling mage's condition with greedy and murderous eyes. If the Tiefling showed any signs of serious injury, these two demons would definitely abandon Allen and attack the Tiefling mage instead.

Everyone knew that a caster was a moving treasure trove, with magic equipment worth a fortune, and most likely possessed a personal bag of holding, a considerable temptation for anyone. Moreover, Tieflings were like nobles among demons, their wealth several times greater than that of other demons.

Demons, inherently chaotic and fickle, wouldn't treat a Tiefling as a comrade just because they were both demons. In this wilderness, encountering a lone Tiefling who was also injured would likely cause any demon to feel a sense of scrutiny and covetousness.

…

The Tiefling mage didn't even look at the two demons. A cyan light emanated from his staff, and he floated away, no longer lingering there, and also giving up the pursuit of Allen.

The two demons, a Lamia and an Assassin Demon, exchanged glances, their eyes conveying both communication and wariness. After looking again at the two figures moving in opposite directions, the two demons, after some hesitation, continued to chase after Allen.

Allen gritted his teeth, gulping down a bottle of high-level healing potion while running. The cool potion quickly took effect in his body, gradually reducing the burning pain. After Allen took out a scroll of Heal Minor Wounds and applied it to himself, his injuries improved somewhat.

The post-frenzy weakness slowed Allen down, and the weakening ray the Tiefling had cast on him hadn't worn off, preventing Allen from shaking off the two demons behind him until the weakness wore off and the spell effect disappeared.

Veering around, avoiding areas with high ground or valleys, Allen traversed the demon front lines. More and more demons discovered him, but most eventually gave up in vain under Allen's relentless pace.

Not everyone could run endlessly like Allen, which was also the source of his confidence in being able to cross the enemy lines.

"Jie jie jie, what a fast-running little greenskin!"

Just as Allen was entering the buffer zone, with the increasing number of human corpses around him making him want to breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp and sinister voice suddenly echoed from mid-air, instantly causing Allen's hair to stand on end, as if a prey had encountered its natural enemy.

Holding the Bone Cleaver horizontally, Allen stared intently at the Banderhobb demon's torso suspended in mid-air, a bitter taste in his mouth. Although desperate, Allen didn't give up the will to resist. The huge demon body in front of him, a meat mountain more than twice Allen's size, had a pair of huge fleshy wings on its back that weren't moving, undoubtedly telling Allen the opponent's strength and status.

A faint pressure emanated, reaching deep into the heart, making one feel as if they were carrying a thousand pounds on their back. However, this move had little effect on Allen. Over the years, Allen had encountered many legendary powerhouses and had developed a strong resistance to this type of mental intimidation. His spirit was as solid as one, directly treating the effects of the pressure as nothing.

Boom~~~

This legendary demon, advanced from a Succubus, merely chuckled and reached out a claw to grab Allen. Even before the claw got close, the intense wind pressure forced Allen to lean forward, bracing himself to resist.

A glint of suggestion flashed through Allen's eyes. The Fury skill, which originally couldn't be used multiple times a day, was activated again. As his heart beat powerfully, his mind seemed to regain its composure.

An iron claw, seemingly slow, was actually extremely swift as it swung towards him. Allen abandoned all other thoughts, his mind focused on a single belief. At that moment, the Bone Cleaver seemed to become an extension of his body. As all of Allen's rage poured into it, the surging fury enveloped the metallic blade, bursting into flames.

The fury, devoid of temperature yet seemingly full of boundless vitality, flowed nimbly along the blade of the Bone Cleaver as Allen's spirit infused it, blooming like flames that embodied Allen's will.

"Ha!!!"

Fury Strike, Ailu's most powerful single-target attack, bloomed with its true colors in Allen's hands. It was the most powerful and condensed it had ever been since Allen created it.

Holding the Bone Cleaver, Allen suddenly felt a surge of confidence, a firm belief rising from the depths of his heart: Nothing can stop my strike now!! Nothing!!

A muffled boom echoed through the sky. On the plain, filled with barren fields, gusts of wind raged, snapping branches and shrubs within a hundred meters.

Allen was propelled out of the raging wind like an arrow shot from a bow. After tumbling twice on the ground, he steadied himself, his legs rooted to the ground like stakes, dragging out two deep furrows.

After spitting out a mouthful of dark green blood, the stuffiness in his chest vanished. The might of a Legend, just a simple claw strike, had injured Allen's internal organs despite his best efforts. However, there was no trace of frustration in Allen's eyes, because as he was knocked back, he also saw the huge body of the Succubus Demon descending from the sky, also forced back half a meter in the air.

At least, Allen's attack had also had an effect on the Succubus Demon, a Legend-level powerhouse. This was Allen's greatest achievement in his several confrontations with Legend-level experts.

But now was not the time to be happy. After regaining his balance, Allen glanced at the behemoth in the sky, then turned and ran wildly towards the southwest of the defensive line. Knowing that he was no match, yet still resolutely fighting against a Legend-level powerhouse, would be something only an idiot would do, according to humans.

Allen was naturally not an idiot, nor would he foolishly wait for the Succubus Demon in the sky to attack again. Now that he was already in the buffer zone, with the appearance of a Demon Legend, the Legend-level experts on the human side should also be alerted.

If Allen could run a little further towards the human lines, and stall for a little more time, his chances of survival would be greater.

"Roar!! Damn trash!!"

The Succubus Demon, who was originally intrigued and about to attack again, was momentarily taken aback by Allen's resolute escape. Immediately, it let out an angry roar. The fleshy wings on its back, which were more like decorations, flapped gently, and its figure disappeared on the spot. When it reappeared, it was already above Allen's head, and then it stomped directly on Allen's head with the force of Mount Tai pressing down.

During his escape, Allen took out a vial of potion that emitted a腥red glow from his pocket. Unlike the bland sweetness of ordinary potions, this potion allowed one to feel the agitation of the blood vessels in the body just by looking at it, as if some kind of magic was connecting the scarlet liquid with the blood in the body.

This was a fortune that Old Philok left to Allen, a vial of Berserk Potion made from demon blood and the heart's blood of male magical animals on the night of the full moon. It could allow warriors of non-Berserker classes to activate skills similar to Fury, and also allow Berserkers who had activated the Fury skill to add more than 10% to their combat power on top of that.

Of course, while the effects of this potion were remarkable, the aftereffects were also extremely severe, especially for Berserkers like Allen. This potion could certainly increase combat power again, but it was indirectly placing greater pressure and damage on the heart and central arteries. The aftereffects for Berserkers were far greater and more harmful than for other combat classes.

Tilting his head back, Allen swallowed the potion, which was even hotter than chili peppers. Immediately, Allen felt the blood all over his body begin to boil. The strong and powerful heart, which was already beating very fast, was stimulated again by this external energy, and the heart rate suddenly increased several times, causing Allen to shout out loud, and the repressed breath in his heart scattered away, like a tangible sonic wave.

It was a pity that Allen didn't have a mirror in front of him, otherwise he would have been able to see how terrifying he looked at this time. The veins and blood vessels that were originally hidden under the muscles of his body directly protruded from the muscles. The whites of his eyes were blood red, as the capillaries in the whites of his eyes directly burst from the surging blood, turning the white parts red.

And that figure, which was originally thinner than other Gnolls, also swelled up directly, almost resembling Allen's previous figure. The abundant power filled Allen's heart, as if for a moment, the whole world was under Allen's control.

The dark clouds overhead descended, and Allen's whole body was affected by the wind pressure, leaving a shallow mark on the ground. Allen stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the Bone Cleaver in his hands was fiercely lifted upwards. The unstoppable spirit in his heart seemed to echo the fury in the sword, as if a drop of cold water had been dripped into hot oil. The fury in the entire Bone Cleaver, along with the blade, suddenly became shiny.

"Hey!!"

The turbid air that Allen exhaled at this time was filled with a faint bloody smell, which was the waste gas vented from the blood vessels in his chest and lungs. With this roar from the bottom of Allen's heart, the entire plain seemed to have been raised several meters. Gusts of wind swept wildly around, and when it stopped slightly, the land where Allen was located was sunken several meters, and the surrounding soil was torn apart, as if it had just experienced an earthquake.

"Pfft!!"

To be able to survive an angry blow from a Legend-level powerhouse, Allen's achievements at this time were enough to earn him praise and awe among high-level combat classes, although the price Allen paid at this time was not small. Half of his body was plunged into the soil, and the muscles all over his body cracked open, as if someone had used a blade to draw crooked scars on his skin. And the blood foam constantly spraying from his mouth could prove that Allen was seriously injured at this time.

At this time, Allen was still looking up with angry eyes, and in the air tens of meters away, a smear of dark red blood oozed from the feet of the Succubus Demon who had just stabilized its body, and drops of blood were slowly dripping outwards.

"I will tear you apart, so that your soul cannot return to the River Styx for thousands of years, damn green skin!!"

The Legend in the air looked agitated and terrifying at this time. Being injured by a mere high-level expert, if this matter were to spread out, the Succubus Demon's reputation would become a laughing stock for other demons. Whether it was out of anger at Allen injuring himself, or to silence him so that this embarrassing matter would not spread, Allen at this time was already a dead man in the eyes of the Succubus Demon in the air.

Before the words fell, the Succubus Demon had already gently flapped its wings and launched a fierce killing move under the fury of a Legend towards Allen. Ordinary expertise, diving attack, and eagle claw strike were all readily available, contained in the Succubus Demon's Legend-level expertise, Shattering Strike. There was no longer the overflowing fist wind and claw marks of before, and everything seemed to be just a casual blow, but in Allen's eyes, that claw seemed to be magnified invisibly, making it impossible for him to dodge. The entire world was enveloped by this claw of the Succubus Demon.

Allen's eyes were resolute and without regret. The fury in the surging and boiling blood surged like a tide, flowing along the blood vessels between his arms and pouring into the blade of the Bone Cleaver. The Bone Cleaver, which was already like a burning torch, gradually restrained its light as more and more fury was injected.

Allen's spirit was sublimated at this moment. He didn't need to worry about the safety of his clansmen, nor did he need to care about the future of the tribe. Everything in the world was cut off from Allen at this moment, as if the whole world at this moment only consisted of him, Allen, and his sword.

Spirit and flesh were united as one. Allen roared, and the world he perceived was shaken. Then he had already risen from the ground, and the Bone Cleaver turned into a faint light, like a speck of dust, like a spark of fire, directly crashing head-on into the towering mountain and surging sea in his perception!!

Boom!!!!

The world changed color, the earth shook, and an uncontrollable disaster arose out of nowhere in the wilderness!!!

Sorry, only 5,000 words today.