Green Monster Epic

Chapter 366: The Decisive Battle 2

A battle involving over 500,000 soldiers raged for a full ten days. The battlefield stretched from 300 miles away from the Mingxi City ruins to just 20 miles outside the city. In the distance, the weathered and dilapidated walls of Mingxi City were now visible on the horizon.

The will of the Demon Legion soldiers was undeniably strong. Even with over half of their legion formations fallen, their soldiers maintained their fighting spirit. Any other legion's soldiers would likely have already begun to collapse and flee. However, under the absolute suppression of numbers and strength, the 200,000-strong Demon Legion inevitably found themselves gradually losing ground and retreating towards Mingxi City, which guarded their core.

The military skills of the Wilderness Coalition warriors might not have been as refined as those of human legions, but that didn't mean they would perform worse against the Demon Legion. On the contrary, human legions, facing the Demon Legion with their superior military skills and strength, had all their advantages crushed, resulting in repeated crushing defeats. The Wilderness Coalition was different. Although their military skills were inferior, the individual strength of their core soldiers was not necessarily weaker than that of the Demon Legion.

Towering ogres, robust goblin warriors, and valiant, agile troll soldiers...

These main battle units formed independent legion formations, with the elite warriors of various large tribes forming the backbone. When they charged the Demon Legion, as long as the large tribe warriors at the core did not retreat, the entire legion had a mainstay. The surrounding soldiers could then unleash the ferocious fighting style they had honed in the wilderness, engaging the equally brutal and powerful demons in fierce combat.

Even if they suffered some losses in terms of soldier coordination, as long as the Wilderness warriors didn't entertain thoughts of fleeing or cowardice, the Demon Legion could not defeat them under the absolute pressure of numbers.

Ten days of fierce fighting ultimately painted the land north of Mingxi City with blood of various colors. Flocks of vultures and crows rose and fell, feasting on the decaying corpses of soldiers from various races on the battlefield that had yet to be cleared.

The number of soldiers killed on both sides was roughly half of their respective totals. However, this did not diminish their desire to continue fighting. Even though both sides were already feeling exhausted and weary, as long as the commanders did not give up, the lower-ranking soldiers had no choice but to persevere, even if it meant gritting their teeth.

After several waves of reinforcements were ambushed, the Wilderness's rear support was temporarily cut off. This meant that the Wilderness Coalition had become an isolated expeditionary force, relying solely on the remaining supplies from before.

The Demon Legion was in a similar situation. The descent of the Lord of the Nine Hells alone had brought the Gate to Hell to the brink of collapse. Naturally, no subsequent reinforcements could set foot through the Gate to Hell. In addition, they had to intercept the human legions' repeated probing counterattacks in the west. This meant that the current Demon Legion, despite suffering heavy losses, had no further reinforcements and could only persevere with difficulty.

The final decisive battle had already begun! As long as they completely crushed the remaining 100,000 or so Demon Legion soldiers, the Wilderness Coalition's advance could point directly at the ruined Mingxi City and drive Asmodeus, who had not yet fully descended into the material world, back to His lair!!

Besermac, in the form of a giant War Tree, did not directly participate in the battles of the legendary-level powerhouses and above. However, the role he played in the war far exceeded the impact of a single powerhouse on the war.

Each acorn, accumulated over countless years, fired out was equivalent to a range spell attack of at least level 8. Under Besermac's precise shooting, they could often cover and kill half of a Demon formation, making it easier for the Wilderness Coalition soldiers fighting on the front lines to break through the blockade.

The widespread natural domain could dispel fatigue and slightly restore physical strength to the creatures of the Feyman World, as well as weaken invading creatures from other worlds. This invisibly helped the Wilderness warriors reduce casualties by an unknown number.

Of course, this was also thanks to the more than ten legendary-level powerhouses in the coalition, who bravely took the lead and fought fiercely with the powerhouses in the Demon Legion. In just over ten days, more than five legendary figures had died in battle, and all the other powerhouses were injured.

In this decisive battle, even powerhouses like legendary figures had become expendable sacrifices. Although the legendary powerhouses in the Wilderness Alliance camp wanted to be opportunistic and shirk their responsibilities, under the situation where the powerhouses from the Temple of Nature were opening up the situation at the cost of their lives, even the most selfish people would feel a sense of shared hatred and resentment, wanting to beat a dog when it's down.

On the ground, waves of fighting sounds rose higher and higher. The lower-level Wilderness warriors naturally didn't know that they had become an isolated army. At least, they hadn't reached the point of running out of ammunition and food. The only trouble was that their military formations had to be reorganized and merged after each battle, which would bring some impact on coordination and cooperation. Of course, when the fighting was in full swing, the so-called cooperation was just a vague concept in the minds of the Wilderness warriors.

Mauro had suffered a serious chest and abdomen injury in the last battle and had been sent to the rear to recuperate for a while. Today, after recuperating, he appeared on the battlefield again. At this time, of the 50 strong warriors from the Green Field Tribe, fewer than 20 were still alive and breathing, which shows the bloody nature of this expeditionary force.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!!!"

The shouts, rising and falling one after another, were the Wilderness warriors cheering each other on. Soldiers, fully armed like a tide, charged the Demon Legion's camp, returning empty-handed time and time again, and then regaining their courage, charging bravely until they tore a hole in the enemy's position.

The torn opening was like a wound in the sea, with blood flowing out. Countless Wilderness warriors who smelled the scent, as well as Demon soldiers who wanted to retake the position, launched a bloody and tragic fight around this opening, just to see who had the stronger will, who would be the final winner.

"Huff!! Huff!!"

Mauro, who had just returned from the rear, was now flushed with blood, his whole body feeling like he had endless strength. Leading a group of heavy infantry behind him, he swung his heavy weapon, moving forward step by step, and was blocked back by the Demon soldiers again and again.

As a fighting race in the Wilderness natives, second only to ogres in individual strength, although the existence of dwarf goblins in the race's bloodline seriously lowered the goblin race's score, when thousands of heavily armored, heavy weapon-wielding earth goblins and bear goblin warriors launched a charge in a formation, their iron-barrel-like bodies and waists were enough to create a sense of fear.

"Follow me!!"

With great difficulty, a gap was opened in the Demon formation in front. Before the Demon soldiers behind could fill the gap, Mauro directly activated his Rage skill. After shouting loudly, his whole person turned into a heavy-tonnage elephant, crashing in fiercely and resolutely. He swept his battle axe left and right, sweeping away several Demon warriors who tried to intercept him.

Just as Mauro was exhausted, Lolo and other tribal warriors followed and took over Mauro, and established a defense line in the field he had stopped fighting in. After a few breaths, more Wilderness goblin warriors surged up, further tearing the gap opened by the Green Field Tribe, and finally, like a domino, completely tearing a Demon Legion Duan camp that had been defending for a long time into pieces.

The coalition's footsteps were one step closer to Mingxi City. As the defenses of one Demon Legion after another were torn apart, and both sides paid a heavy price, the coalition further approached, while the Demon Legion was forced to retreat into Mingxi City, gathering the remaining tens of thousands of troops to defend to the death.

"Tomorrow will be our last battle. This battle only allows for victory and does not allow for failure!!"

"I know that everyone has the intention to retreat in your hearts at this time, but as the war has progressed to now, if we retreat at this point, then the sacrifices of the hundreds of thousands of warriors who died in our Wilderness Coalition will be in vain, and the future situation of our Wilderness will become even more difficult because of this!!"

"Therefore, in the name of the Temple of Nature, I sincerely request everyone to show your greatest courage and means in tomorrow's battle. Let us work together to drive this powerful demon, Asmodeus, back to His home!!"

The branches and leaves on Besermac's treant body showed a bit of withering. He had not stopped his attacking movements for a moment in these ten days. Each attack would consume the energy he had accumulated bit by bit over tens of thousands of years. The natural domain, which would automatically open from the beginning of the battlefield fighting, consumed the divine power that would only be qualitatively changed by powerhouses above the demigod level. If it were an ordinary demigod, their not-so-strong divine power would probably have been drained long ago.

At this time, in the ancient tree body of Besermac, in those pair of emerald green pupils, in addition to the unwavering firm belief, there was also a bit more sincere expectation. Facing a group of coalition powerhouses who were more or less injured, he rarely spoke words of request.

Everyone was silent. They all knew how many warriors from each tribe had died in the past few days. Today's tragic battle had once again severely damaged the already depleted armies of each tribe. But as Besilmer had just said, if everyone retreated at this time, then the sacrifices made by their warriors would be meaningless.

For this reason alone, it was enough for the fourteen powerhouses present to make up their minds. When they raised their heads again, everyone's face had a bit more fighting spirit and killing intent.

"I am willing to obey Your Majesty's dispatch and fight to the death tomorrow!!!"

"...Fight to the death!!!"

In the Mingxi City Royal Palace, in front of the Gate of Hell that sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted, a tall and majestic figure slowly revealed His bewitching and profound face to the world. Just one look at Him could pierce the other person's mind, causing all kinds of alluring thoughts to emerge in their mind.

Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, had dark and shiny skin all over his body. If you concentrated on observing, you could even see the deep cosmic scenery from it. Between the pair of sharp, curved horns on his forehead, a ball of burning flames formed a crown, floating above his head. Drops of fire oil fell on the ground, corroding and igniting bursts of ghostly green flames, illuminating his gorgeous robe inlaid with countless black diamonds and rubies.

In that right hand extending into the material world, the ruby scepter representing the supreme power of Hell shone brightly, echoing his pair of blood-red pupils, causing infinite awe to arise in people's hearts.

Around the ground, a circle of devils knelt in worship. Only Duke Moloch, the former lord of the sixth level of Hell and the vanguard commander now invading the Fayman world, could maintain a standing posture, with a flattering expression on his face, intimately guarding Asmodeus's body that had not yet completely escaped from the Gate of Hell.

Looking at this scene, the arrival of the Lord of the Nine Hells, who was so powerful that he could be compared to an ancient god, into the material world was much faster than everyone had expected. He was using his own power to withstand the repulsion of the entire world's will, slowly descending into the Fayman world. This was something that many gods could not do.

Thump!!!

A muffled sound came from the deep bones in front of the Gate of Hell. The other left foot that the Lord of the Nine Hells had broken free from slowly stepped on the ground. When the Gate of Hell seemed unable to withstand the invisible energy and was about to explode and shatter, Asmodeus slammed the supreme artifact in his hand on the ground, and the dazzling ruby at the top of the scepter began to emit a strong bloody light.

As the bloody light shone in this space of a hundred bones, the devils present heard bursts of soul roars and wails, and needle-like pain appeared in their minds. However, no devil dared to raise their head and reveal the slightest abnormality.

The bloody light merged into the Gate of Hell, and the huge cracks as thick as arms disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Lord of the Nine Hells was now only one last left arm away from finally descending into the Fayman world.

"Welcome the Lord of the Nine Hells to descend into the Fayman world!!!"

Countless devils began to cheer. As Hell Duke Moloch announced loudly, the originally silent scene in the ruins of Mingxi City suddenly gained a bit of vitality.

In the sky above Mingxi City, lightning began to flash in the boundless dark clouds, and thunder began to roar, tearing apart this eternal darkness.

As the dark clouds above Mingxi City underwent changes, in the endless starry sea, stars began to emit unprecedentedly bright light, focusing their scorching light on the narrow royal palace garden through the dark clouds shrouding Mingxi City.

The reminder from the world's will, and the increasingly clear sense of crisis in the spirits of many gods, were telling these gods that a powerful threat was stepping into their garden of faith, the source of their power.

Outside the city, His Majesty Besilmer reopened his closed eyes, and wisps of golden light appeared in his crystal-clear emerald pupils. His magnificent voice was directly transmitted to the minds of the dozen or so powerhouses around him.

"The situation has changed. Asmodeus is about to descend into the Fayman world."

"Now!! Immediately!! Organize all the wilderness warriors and launch a final attack on Mingxi City!!"

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Legendary powerhouses such as Kajiso and Munch were all horrified. If the Lord of the Nine Hells were really allowed to descend into the Fayman world, then the first to bear the brunt of the devilish power of this being, comparable to the strongest god, would inevitably be these wilderness natives on the front line.

"Woo woo!! Woo woo woo!!!"

The fatigue from the fierce battle during the day had not completely dissipated, and the sudden urgent horn sound in the middle of the night drove groups of wilderness soldiers awake from their dreams. Not knowing what had happened, they were immediately scolded by the surrounding leaders and commanders to line up in formation.

"Assemble!! Assemble!!"

"Goblin warriors, gather around me!!!"

"Brave ogre warriors, pick up your weapons…"

The scene was very chaotic, but as time passed, the situation was gradually improving. The calls from the devils in Mingxi City were intermittent, echoing the clamor of the wilderness warriors outside the city. Many wilderness warriors seemed to understand something, and their eyes became stern, and their aura gradually became condensed.

More than a magic hour passed, and the wilderness warriors finally completed their final assembly. Nearly 150,000 central army corps were divided into dozens of legions, forming their respective formations according to different styles such as arms and races. Countless chanting sounds rang out, and rays of divine magic and magic flashed, superimposed on the bodies of the warriors in the front army, emitting a dazzling light in the night.

The light of the spells gradually dimmed, which also meant that the early preparations of the wilderness army had been completed. His Majesty Besilmer had also transformed back into the battle form of the Ancient War Tree at this time, but he no longer sat in the rear of the army, but stood at the very front of the army.

"Warriors of the Fayman world, before you is the most powerful and fiercest enemy in the entire world. Only by driving them back to Hell can your bloodlines continue to live peacefully in the wilderness!!"

"For your descendants, for the environment in which you live, fight!!!"

The hoarse and textured voice floated over the battlefield that was tens of miles wide. As the voice fell, Besilmer, in the form of the Ancient War Tree, directly raised that tree root, which was like a pillar propping up the sky, and when it landed on the ground again, it was already hundreds of meters away. The ground vibrated rhythmically, and in the vibration, His Majesty Besilmer's magnificent body, under the gaze of all the wilderness warriors, slammed heavily against the mottled city wall of Mingxi City, which was more than 20 meters high.

Rumble!!!

Dust flew everywhere, and the thick city wall, under the gaze of many wilderness warriors, cracked little by little, and then collapsed suddenly, turning into a pile of ruins.

"Waaagh!!!!"

"Mansha is mighty!!"

There was nothing more able to inspire the fighting spirit and pride in the heart of a wilderness warrior than such a feat. Without anyone reminding them, some wilderness warriors had already begun to roar to the sky, making unique tones.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering roar, one wilderness army phalanx after another began their steps, surging towards the darkness ahead along the gap opened by the powerful and invincible His Majesty Besilmer.

The sounds of fighting, the sounds of weapons colliding, the sounds of spells bombing, and the dense thunder and lightning in the sky, converged into a magnificent and tragic war march.

"Asmodeus, get back to your Hell!!!"

Besilmer, who had opened the city defense gap for the wilderness warriors outside the city, had now returned to the form of a treant more than ten meters tall, but a ball of burning divine flames was rising from his current treant body, and the golden light emitted was like a blazing sun that existed forever in the starry sky, dispelling the darkness of the entire sky.

The will of Sylvanus, the Father of Oaks, descended into the Fayman world by virtue of the body of his descendants in front of him. The Besilmer Oak entity, which had been suppressed in the demigod realm, now crossed the realm of the Saint and directly ignited the divine fire, becoming an existence possessing half the strength of the Father of Oaks's main body.

It could be said that the treant standing in Mingxi City at this time was already Sylvanus's main body.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that His Majesty Sylvanus would personally come to welcome me to descend into the Fayman world. It's really my honor!!"

The blood-red robe shone brightly, and the divine flames emitting golden light and having cleaning and dispelling effects were clearly separated, covering a piece of heaven and earth. The devils in the divine flame segment let out bursts of shrill wails and screams, and without feeling any attack movements, golden flames ignited from their bodies, struggling and falling on the bone ground.

"Hmph, my Fayman world does not welcome guests like you!!"

Just lightly dropping two sentences, Sylvanus in treant form waved his hand, and balls of golden flames spread out, turning the small royal garden into a sea of fire, trying to burn the Gate of Hell directly into ashes.

"Tsk tsk tsk!!"

Asmodeus, who still had half an arm not separated from the Gate of Hell, had actually become a living target in disguise, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked at everything that was happening in front of him with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Roar!!!"

A roaring stream of orange-red magma blocked Asmodeus' path. Moloch, having revealed his true Balor form, flapped his fiery wings, his eyes fixed on the treant ahead with savage intensity. Beneath him, the boundless magma churned and roiled, dancing with his movements, sending up waves dozens of meters high, surging towards the treant with unstoppable force.

Boom!!!

The entire city of Mingxi shook. The ground fractured and splintered into countless pieces, a faint red glow emanating from deep beneath the surface, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had struck. Looking up, the once clearly defined silhouette of Mingxi City had finally become a ruin.

Countless wilderness warriors and devil soldiers, wailing and struggling, were buried deep beneath the earth, or simply plunged into the molten river deep beneath the surface along newly formed abyssal rifts.

"Get out of my way!!!"

Silvanus waved a leafy branch in his hand. The devastated ground and natural environment vanished as the branch moved, coalescing once more, countless grasses and vines sprouting from the soil, radiating vibrant life. The wilderness warriors buried in the earth were regurgitated from the soil as if by giant, unseen beasts, revealing ashen faces, looking around in bewildered confusion, as if they had only just woken from a nightmare.

The magma solidified before Silvanus, turning into broken chunks of rock. With a wave of Silvanus' hand, the rocks tore through the air with a sharp whistle, smashing fiercely towards the Balor.

Pfft!! Pfft!!!

The river of magma surrounding Moloch surged into a tidal wave, protecting him perfectly. But in the instant that the wave of magma obscured Moloch's vision, Silvanus' treant had already vanished from the ground. A thick arm contracted and then extended, piercing through the magma, savagely slamming into Moloch's flaming head.

Boom!!

In the sky, golden and orange-red light intertwined, enveloping the earth. The shockwaves from the clash between the two deities repeatedly tore rifts in space. Space itself could not withstand the aftermath of the deities' battle, struggling to restore itself, only to be torn apart again before it could fully recover, revealing the eternal cold and loneliness of the void.

Nothing could survive the clash between the two deities. The ground caved in repeatedly, sinking deeper and deeper. The devils and wilderness warriors who had been fighting nearby no longer cared about the battle, all turning tail and fleeing as if their lives depended on it.

In the sky, a dozen or so legendary figures looked on in fear, yet also with a hint of longing. They tangled with their opponents, while simultaneously flying further into the sky. Even these powerful legendary figures did not dare to linger on the battlefield where the two deities were fighting, afraid that they might be caught in the aftermath of the divine battle and lose their lives.

On the other hand, the Hellgate in the ruins of Mingxi City still stood stubbornly on the sunken ground, like a lonely island in the endless abyss. The devil figure on the island, with its intensely rich, blood-red glow, also appeared so calm and dazzling.

In the endless starry sky, countless deities looked down upon the Feyman world from their divine kingdoms, paying attention to this war that concerned the safety of the material world. In the wilderness, countless meteors were converging towards Mingxi City. Many of the deities' avatars in the Feyman world had already set off to support the Temple of Nature, but it was unknown whether the situation would have already become clear by the time they arrived.

The starry sky where the Temple of Nature was located was even more focused on the battlefield where the core Father God Silvanus' will had descended. However, there was little they could do at this time. Even their avatars in the material world had been gradually activated in the turmoil of recent years, either being damaged by exceeding their limits, or directly rejected by the will of the world and expelled from the material world.

Not everyone's avatar could do what Besilemai did, completely accommodating the deity's will and surviving for a long time.

The dozen or so stars representing the deities of the Nature Pantheon shone brightly, focusing all their attention on that vast land, but no one noticed that one star was slowly moving, approaching the giant oak tree in the void where Lord Silvanus' divine kingdom was located.

"…Taro, what are you doing? Stop your actions!!!"

It was not until the Ranger Goddess, unintentionally retracting her gaze into the distance and surveying the starry sky of the Nature Pantheon, discovered this change. She immediately let out a stern rebuke, alarming the other deities around her.

"Boom!!!!"

Seeing that his affairs were exposed, Taro, who had only been in the starry sky of the Nature Pantheon for a short dozen years, and whose divine kingdom had already begun to shake, directly burst out with the power of faith he had accumulated for countless years, transforming into a blazing sun.

In Taro's vast divine kingdom, one devout believer and angel after another turned into nothingness in their prayers, turning into nourishment for the divine kingdom. The entire divine kingdom of the Goddess of Spring trailed a long tail of fire, charging fiercely and resolutely towards the divine kingdom of the Father of the Oak, Silvanus.

In the horrified gazes of the Ranger Goddess Melikai, the Goddess of Peace Iadas, and other Nature deities, the blazing sun directly crashed into Silvanus' eternally existing divine kingdom. The sun shattered into pieces, and the Oak Tree Divine Kingdom was also swaying in the wind and rain, constantly shaking.

The sun's fiery rays first scattered in all directions, and then all the energy quickly converged towards the Oak Tree Divine Kingdom at the center. White light was born from it, but in the end, it ignited a deep and eternal darkness.

A strong attraction came from the black dot, pulling the Oak Tree Divine Kingdom's shield, which had just been ravaged, into the darkness. The boundless energy poured into the darkness unceasingly. The more energy poured in, the stronger the darkness's suction became, pulling the Oak Tree's vast divine kingdom into a small boat in a vast ocean.

In the Feyman world, Silvanus' treant suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood without warning, which then dissipated in the air, emitting a faint, yet rich, scent of nature. Silvanus, who had originally been in the upper hand, realized that something was wrong. He was about to extract a wisp of his will to return to his divine kingdom to investigate the source of the heavy damage when the Balor Moloch at his feet struggled violently almost at the same time, his massive mouth savagely biting Silvanus' arm.

At the same time, the main trunk of the Besilemai Oak, which was originally like his own body, forcefully pulled back the wisp of will that was about to leave his body. Silvanus only felt as if he had suddenly been put in shackles. Although the divine power in his body and the divine fire in his mind were still as easy to command as his limbs, he could no longer escape from the oak tree body propagated from Besilemai's seeds in a short period of time.

In the endless starry sky, there was also a star system with twinkling stars. A magnificent palace, both real and illusory, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, stood in the void. A dozen or so elven deities with beautiful faces and pointed ears attentively watched the divine war in the Feyman world. At the head of the palace complex, an elven man and woman, wearing crowns and ornate clothing, did not fully focus their attention on the Feyman world, but instead diverted a portion of their minds to the star system where the Nature deities were located.

When the divine kingdom of Taro, the blazing sun, crashed into the divine kingdom of the Father of the Oak, the Elven Guardian Corenllon and the current Divine Queen Angharradh exchanged glances, a hint of cunning success appearing just before being quietly concealed by the two deities.

"Avoiding suspicion, do you think Besilemai will regret it in these years and no longer follow the agreement we made before?"

The Elven God-King and Queen mentally immersed themselves in each other's minds, secretly conversing.

"No, my Queen."

The God-King Corenllon was full of confidence.

"Since the ancient elves were first born on the earth, it has been under this World Tree. The World Tree, which should have protected my elves' growth and ruled the entire world, has ultimately become an obstacle to my elves' expansion."

"From the day Besilemai was born with consciousness, he already understood the relationship between my elves and him, and he also understood the mission he shouldered. Apart from the difference in form, he and my elves are actually an inseparable existence."

"In these years, Silvanus has constantly descended his will into Besilemai's body. Everything Silvanus has done using Besilemai's body has been seen by Besilemai. The more Silvanus does, the more it strengthens Besilemai's belief."

"Without removing Silvanus, without disrupting the current balance of the Feyman world, my elves will never have the opportunity to expand."

"This is something that we, as elves, absolutely cannot tolerate!!"

"My Queen, it's also time for that stubborn and incompetent dwarf neighbor next door to be destroyed, so that the glory of my elves can rule the entire Talun Continent!!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to follow you and establish a glorious era belonging to my elves!!!!"

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Originally, it was agreed that all the groundwork would be completed today, but writing until now, there is still one groundwork that has not been revealed. It seems that it will still have to be delayed for another day.

Everyone, guess, what is the strength of this last appearance, and what are their plans??