Green Monster Epic

A vaguely familiar sensation of soul separation suddenly appeared in Allen's body. However, compared to the inexperienced Kobold from his adventures in the Misty Forest, Allen's mental fortitude and physical strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

After only a brief moment of confusion and absent-mindedness, during which his vision darkened for only a breath or two, Allen regained his composure. With a solemn expression, he held the Bone Cleaver in front of him, its wide blade shielding most of his body.

With each breath, a faint, fishy-smelling, moist vapor mingled with a refreshing natural scent, filling his lungs. Instead of the dark ruins or vast ocean Allen and the others had anticipated, he found himself in a boundless wasteland stretching to the horizon, making Allen feel as though he had returned to the Greenwild Plains.

Looking around, Allen didn't spot the dragon or the other three wilderness powerhouses. After frowning slightly, he soared into the blue sky.

The entire landscape was visible at a glance. Beneath him were rolling hills and a rough terrain, dotted with shrubs and weeds struggling to grow in the gravelly soil, remarkably similar to the environment of the Greenwild Plains.

While observing this unfamiliar wasteland, Allen glided slowly through the air. Soon, between two hills over a hundred meters high, he found what he was looking for.

Figglas's massive, mountain-like body was curled up on the slightly curved ground, its two broad wings bent slightly, resting on the earth. Within a radius of dozens of meters around the dragon, three humanoid figures, appearing small in comparison, lay motionless on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

The bizarre scene made Allen even more vigilant. His immense mental power quickly enveloped a range of several miles, sensing the presence of any living creatures. At the same time, Allen reached to his waist with his left hand, grabbing a scroll of Eagle Eye and a throwing axe.

As he continued to ascend higher into the sky, the enhancement from Eagle Eye made Allen's bright eyes even sharper, constantly scanning the ground. Without hesitation, Allen hurled the throwing axe towards the ground, where it landed on Figglas's scale-covered flesh with a whooshing sound.

Clang!

A faint metallic clang came from the ground. Although Allen hadn't used his full strength, his current level of power meant that even the physical force behind the throwing axe should have caused the dragon to feel a sharp, intense pain.

However, even with Allen's provocation, the dragon on the ground remained as still as a corpse, without any movement. If Allen couldn't still sense the dragon's and the three wilderness powerhouses' breathing, as well as the slight rise and fall of their bodies, he might have given up on trying to provoke the dragon further.

There was nothing unusual on the ground either. The probing attack had failed to draw out any potential ambushers, causing Allen's eyebrows to furrow even more.

After circling in the sky for a long, long time, Allen continued to search for any traces of possible hunters, while his brain raced, considering his next move. Only after more than three magic hours had passed, and he still hadn't sensed any killing intent or danger, did Allen step firmly in the void as if stepping on solid ground. As a ripple appeared in the air, Allen's figure shot down towards Figglas on the ground like lightning.

As he approached the dragon, the Howling Tempest Sword suddenly struck, creating a huge tornado in the wilderness, stirring up countless flying sand and rocks, and gradually affecting the dragon's massive body. The three wilderness powerhouses, who appeared even smaller dozens of meters away, were swept up into the hurricane before the dragon, slowly rotating towards the sky.

"Hah!!"

Protected by the storm formed by the Bone Cleaver's icy blade, Allen quickly approached Figglas and seized the opportunity to grab Figglas's long tail with his left hand. With an explosion of muscle power throughout his body, he lifted Figglas into the air, spinning him rapidly with the Bone Cleaver on either side, and howling away into the distance, enveloping several miles in dust and sand.

The man-made tornado seemed slow, but in reality, it was extremely fast, carrying Allen and the dragon's companions away. As he retreated, Allen didn't retract his immense mental power, but continued to cover a ten-mile radius around himself like a large net, alert to any unusual signs.

The sandstorm created by the tornado concealed Allen and his companions' tracks, carrying them over a hundred miles away before Allen finally slowed down, his powerful body feeling somewhat fatigued.

Thud!!

Bang! Bang bang!

The sounds, one heavy and three light, were muffled by the rustling of falling dust, but Allen's keen hearing still picked them up. Despite this, there were still no other anomalies around him, and Allen's tense nerves became even harder to relax.

Even with such a large commotion, the dragon Figglas and the three wilderness powerhouses, including Kozmo, remained unconscious, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of the methods they had encountered. Allen couldn't imagine whether he could escape unscathed if he were to be plotted against.

The three wilderness powerhouses, lacking Figglas's treatment, drifted and crashed hundreds of meters away from Allen as the wind gradually subsided, soon being buried by the falling dust.

Relying on the senses of a legendary powerhouse, Allen darted towards the nearest wilderness legend. Underneath the slightly raised mound of dust was the aura of the Kobold legend, Kozmo.

Clang!!!!

Pfft!!

The Bone Cleaver suddenly struck, aiming directly at the source of the aura beneath the small mound. Allen, equally covered in dust, had cold and decisive eyes, and he launched a sudden attack, stabbing down without hesitation.

Whoosh!!

As the Bone Cleaver plunged into the mound, feeling the not-so-sharp blade colliding with and piercing through armor, as well as the familiar sensation of piercing flesh, Allen flicked his right wrist upwards. The loose dust billowed up, and Kozmo's hunched body was pulled out of the ground by the Bone Cleaver.

Tear!!

With a deft flourish of his wrist, the once-intimidating powerhouse shattered into a pile of flesh and blood, falling to the ground with a few soft thuds. A stream of blood, excrement, and urine slowly seeped out from the pieces of corpse.

Having made up his mind to kill, Alan had no intention of leaving anyone alive. Although he knew in his heart that doing so might leave future troubles and cause problems, the benefits of killing these powerhouses were equally tempting compared to those troubles.

Poof!

Poof!

Alan's figure transformed into a shadow, quickly appearing in front of the other two inconspicuous mounds of earth. With a swift hand and decisive strike, the three legendary powerhouses, who held great prestige in the Mansa Wilderness, were now easily harvested of their heads by Alan like three fat pigs, ultimately failing to even leave behind a complete corpse.

Alan didn't even bother to check the spoils from the three wilderness powerhouses, casually tossing them into his dimensional pouch. The Bone Splitter, still carrying a faint bloody aura, with drops of red or green blood dripping from its blade, was dragged in the sand as Alan's footsteps slowly headed towards the dragon Figglas.

Alan's eyes were cold and sudden, coupled with the faint killing intent emanating from his body at this moment, making him intimidating. Slowly walking to the front of the dragon Figglas's huge head, although it was only a short distance of several hundred meters, countless thoughts had already been fighting and killing each other in Alan's heart.

The Bone Splitter was raised high by Alan, a drop of blood flowing down the hilt, falling right on Alan's firm and indifferent cheek. The warm blood did not cause the slightest impact on Alan's mentality. A powerful arm swung down, the sound of tearing like the wail of a hungry ghost, heading straight for the top of the dragon's head.

Dong!

The dull sound drifted away, but there was no scene of blood splattering and flesh flying. The Bone Splitter slightly twisted an angle halfway, and the wide blade, like a ruler punishing a naughty child, smashed on Figglas's solid head.

Alan's attack was very heavy this time. Even if a general legendary powerhouse confronted it head-on, I am afraid they would have to take it seriously. However, such a powerful attack landed on the dragon's head, almost a fatal offensive, but it still failed to cause much reaction from the dragon. The only feedback to Alan was that the dragon's huge body twitched a few times, and it could be seen that even if the dragon withstood Alan's blow, it was really uncomfortable.

"…"

Looking at this dragon companion who was still sleeping soundly, Alan's eyes were deep and solemn, and for a while, he really didn't have a good solution.

Although Alan's style of doing things has never cared about so-called sentiment, as long as it is beneficial to himself and the tribe, just like Ariel, the ogre leader with a good cooperative relationship who was dismembered at this time, Alan would kill him without any hesitation.

But in fact, Alan also has his own persistence and bottom line, not just benefits.

The dragon Figglas had established an alliance relationship with himself early on. Although the dragon itself has a tempting value, and the huge wealth that can be imagined in the dimensional device hidden under some scale, if Alan really kills it now, with Figglas's current appearance, it would really be an easy thing to do.

Wealth and benefits can be moving, but in Alan's view, there are still some things that should be above them, otherwise, what is the difference between the various races that regard themselves as intelligent creatures and the beasts in the wilderness that kill for food??

Before entering the ruins passage, Kozmo and his party took advantage of the situation to force Alan and Figglas to cooperate with them; and at both ends of the Catore Mountains canyon, there was also an alliance relationship between Ariel, the leader of the Snowmi tribe who should have been helping each other, and Alan, the leader of the Greenwood tribe.

However, in Alan's heart, their means of seeking cooperation have never been recognized by him, because Alan is very clear that as long as there are enough opportunities and benefits, these guys will inevitably betray the basis of cooperation and attack Alan and them.

Therefore, seeing these three legendary powerhouses fall into a coma and lose their fighting ability, Alan also decisively killed them, beheading these three wilderness legends under his Bone Splitter blade.

On the contrary, the cooperation with Figglas, this dragon, carries a sincere feeling in Alan's feeling. Therefore, even though he knows that the reward obtained after killing this dragon at this time will be extremely rich, and there are not many future troubles, Alan disdains to do it.

Alan took out a few scrolls from the dimensional pouch again, making the final effort. As the divine arts such as magic dispel and clear thinking gradually disappeared into the dragon's body, there was still no response from the dragon.

It has been more than half a day since entering the ruins. Alan cannot always stay by the dragon Figglas's side. Even if it is not for the possible wealth in the ruins, just re-selecting the path to go out, Alan also needs to take action.

"I have done everything I can do, the rest depends on your own luck!!"

Alan said helplessly, gently patting Figglas's huge body twice.

As soon as the voice fell, Alan flew up and grabbed the horns on top of Figglas's head, dragging it into the pit, and then covered Figglas with a layer of stone and soil, making a simple disguise, so that when he explored the ruins, Figglas could be a little safer.

After doing all this, Alan patted the dust on his body, looked around and found a suitable direction, dragged the Bone Splitter and flew forward without looking back.

Soon, Alan's body disappeared between the vast earth, leaving only an abrupt and hasty mound of earth on the ground, and the bloody corpses not far away.

Strands of white mist rose from the messy wilderness ground, and soon enveloped the bloody scene. As a gust of breeze gently blew, the white mist gradually dissipated, and the mound formed by burying the dragon in this unnamed wilderness, and the several patches of bloody and smelly land, suddenly returned to their original appearance, as if nothing had ever happened here before.

It's just that Alan at this time has already gone dozens of miles away, and does not know the strange changes that occurred where his comatose companion is hidden. And at the same time as the white mist rose, Alan, who was concentrating on his way and exploring from the air, suddenly had a moment of confusion in his brain, and before he could react immediately, everything returned to calm.

I'm back again. After the New Year, I went out of the house again. I can finally pick up the keyboard and write books. I don't know how many book friends still remember me!!

There is a slight adjustment to the main line in the follow-up. This chapter is different from the end of the previous chapter. I can't change the previous chapter. I will explain it here.