Green Monster Epic

Chapter 577: Luck

In a peaceful valley within the Mansa Wilderness, birds and beasts were busily seeking their respective prey.

A 5-6 meter long forest python, flicking its tongue, was coiled around an ancient tree, its cold vertical pupils fixed on a forest bull grazing on the ground.

The forest bull was oblivious to its status as prey, merely acting on animal instinct, always raising its head to look around while chewing a large mouthful of fresh, juicy grass, its slender ears alertly listening for any sounds.

The forest python moved slowly and gently. Its seemingly clumsy body crawled along the bark-covered branches of the ancient tree, yet it made no significant noise.

When it had crept to what it considered a suitable distance, the forest python slowly raised its massive head, its tongue hissing, ready to strike at any moment.

However, just as the forest python moved, it didn't realize that a tiny crack had suddenly appeared in the space above its head, like a crack appearing in a mirror, rapidly expanding outwards.

The crack extended to the forest python's neck and spread downwards towards its jaw, but the forest python was completely unaware and even less perceptive.

Thump!

The head of the python, still flicking its tongue, fell from the sky to the ground, followed by a patch of腥臭 blood, and the still writhing and struggling snake body drooped on the branches of the ancient tree, breaking countless leaves as it fell to the ground.

The herbivorous forest bull was startled. Not seeing clearly what had fallen, it bolted into the jungle, its figure soon disappearing into the low, dense bushes.

Thud!

A figure stumbled out of the deep and unstable spatial rift. Before it could land on a branch of the ancient tree more than a meter high, the spatial rift behind it, just like its sudden appearance, was quickly erased by the laws of the plane space, leaving only faint magical fluctuations spreading around.

“Huff!!!”

The owner of the figure slowly raised his head. Allen's thin and resolute goblin face was now filled with indescribable comfort and joy, the happiness of escaping death.

Before the collapse of the relic space, Allen, with a desperate resolve, took the initiative to break the spatial barrier and throw himself into the unstable spatial rift, and then fortunately passed through the rift passage, arriving at the valley where he was now.

Although he didn't know exactly where this valley was, or whether it belonged to the Feyman plane, at least compared to the relic space he had been in before, this place could at least allow Allen to survive.

Kicking away the still writhing corpse of the forest python, Allen also leaped up, and his figure quickly appeared in the sky with white clouds.

A continuous, verdant mountain range appeared in his vision. Allen's sharp eyes also spotted many familiar animals and plants in the vegetation-covered jungle.

Although he couldn't be sure of his current location, the presence of so many familiar animals and plants suggested that the spatial exit he had opened was still in the world of Feyman.

Indeed, Allen was lucky. Although he didn't have the magical positioning ability of a spellcaster, the relic space he explored was just a different dimension attached to the dark corners of the Feyman plane. It had countless connections with Feyman itself, so when Allen broke through the spatial barrier and crossed the passage, the most likely plane to arrive at was naturally the Feyman plane.

The black dragon scales were covered with grayish-white shallow marks, the imprints left by the fine spatial cracks when crossing the unstable passage. If it weren't for the powerful protection of the black dragon scales, Allen's body would probably have been covered with scars by now. Even so, the exposed parts of Allen's body were still stained with blood.

However, Allen didn't plan to clean up the injuries on his body, but buried himself in these mountains, flying while constantly overlooking the environment below, trying to find familiar geographical coordinates.

The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the peaks were stacked with greenery, but none of them could be identified by Allen. However, this was very similar to the rumors of the Ten Thousand Mountains in Allen's memory, so he thought he should still be in the Ten Thousand Mountains area he had initially explored.

Thinking of this, Allen felt temporarily at ease. He raised his head and looked around, recognized the direction of the south, and turned to go straight south.

Half a month later, a majestic mountain range, like a screen, separated the east and west ends of the wilderness, appearing in front of Allen.

Looking at the familiar undulating curves on the horizon, Allen felt a sense of warmth and joy in his heart. After crossing the main peak of the mountain in front of him, it wouldn't be long before he could see his hard-earned foundation again.

Under the management of the gnoll and troll tribes, the prosperity of Nasir Fortress hadn't fluctuated much, but Allen knew that the biggest contributors to this were not the two tribes, but rather the commercial talents from the Green Field tribe.

If it weren't for the Green Field tribe taking the lead in managing Nasir Fortress, most of the trade in this city would probably have been snatched away by the Green Field tribe's Moore Fortress.

But it was precisely because of Allen's generosity, willing to share some of the benefits with these two tribes, that the relationship between the three tribes had been relatively harmonious and peaceful over the years. Otherwise, with the barbaric and wild nature of the wilderness natives, the three tribes would never have been able to communicate with each other as they did now, and the lower-level tribesmen would have frequent contact and communication.

Now, the two fortresses at both ends of the Cato Gorge have somewhat resembled Mansa City. Not only do the members of the three major tribes coexist peacefully, but even countless small and medium-sized tribes around, as well as adventurers wandering around, freely enter and exit the fortresses, seeking opportunities for survival and development.

With the support of the three major tribes, the joint chamber of commerce was developing in an orderly manner. From the initial monopoly of salt, iron, and grain, to now beginning to prepare its own long-distance trade caravans and auction houses, the benefits shared by the three tribes increased year by year. At the same time, they also arranged many vacancies for the middle-level leaders of each tribe, making the foundations of the three tribes more stable.

The lower-level tribesmen's lives were actually not bad. Because of the grain monopoly, the price of coarse grains had always been stably controlled at a level that most tribesmen could afford, which meant that they would not rebel for the sake of starvation. Of course, if they wanted a better life and a higher quality of life, they would have to be more diligent, either working hard or striving to improve their own strength.

After briefly checking the situation in Nasir Fortress, and no one noticed the traces of Allen, the goblin leader, having been there, Allen quickly went straight to his tribe from the narrow passage of the canyon.

Calculating it, this adventure exploration actually didn't take too long. At most, it was less than three months. Apart from regretting watching the endless wealth disappear from his eyes, Allen was actually very satisfied with the gains of this trip.

“Chieftain, you’re back!!”

In the castle garden belonging to Allen, several gnome servants responsible for cleaning and managing the castle saw Allen's figure descending from the sky, and each of them lowered their heads somewhat guiltily and greeted Allen.

Since Allen, the master of the castle, was often away, and the lady of the castle was no longer alive, the servants who were dedicated to taking care of Allen had become somewhat lazy, and they went about their duties in a distracted manner. Now that Allen had caught them slacking off, the few goblin servants naturally appeared uneasy, given his authority and power among the clan.

"Mm."

Back in his own territory, Allen finally relaxed the taut string in his heart. He saw through the behavior and psychology of these little creatures, but he couldn't be bothered to reprimand them for it. He casually brushed them off with a few words and walked straight to his study.

"Tell Facado to clear out the arena in the inner city. I need to use it for a while."

Suddenly, Allen stopped and turned to instruct the servants.

"Yes!!"

Although Allen explicitly instructed a certain servant to do the task, the trained servants knew their division of labor. After responding in a low voice, they dispersed as Allen's figure disappeared into the castle hall. The goblins went about their respective tasks.

Allen needed to calm down and sort out his thoughts. He always felt that there were many strange things about this expedition, but he still hadn't figured anything out along the way. With Allen's cautious and prudent nature, he really couldn't understand why he would go on an adventure alone, and how he knew the information about the ruins, etc. These answers, which should exist in his memory, Allen had not been able to find any trace of in his mind.

Of course, besides this, Allen also had more important things to explore and master, that was the changes brought about by the foreign energy parasitizing his heart and transforming his body, which vaguely allowed him to glimpse the path of a demigod. This was even more worthy of Allen seizing the time and opportunity to figure out.

The Green Field Tribe always valued Allen's requests the most. City Lord Facado quickly had people clear out the arena in the inner city, so that Allen could feel at ease and freely experience the changes in his strength.

During the half-month journey, although Allen did not deliberately condense the rage within his body, the vortex stirred by the unknown energy at the core of his heart never stopped, constantly operating to condense and purify the energy in Allen's body, directly consuming most of Allen's immense rage.

Now, if only considering the quantity of rage in Allen's body, it was less than one or two tenths of its peak.

But this did not mean that Allen's strength had declined. On the contrary, Allen could now unleash a single, focused strike that was enough to match the destructive power and explosive force of his strongest Furious state.

The only thing holding Allen back was still his own physical quality, which was not yet sufficient to withstand the backlash of liquid rage eruption.

The so-called gaseous and liquid forms of rage were just a feeling of Allen's own. It was like how he could feel the huge difference between air and river water. The feeling of these two forms of rage running in the blood was similar to Allen's feeling in air and deep water.

Inside the quiet and empty arena, Allen calmed down and began to meditate deeply, using his mental power to sense the changes in his body: his heart was still beating strongly, exuding vitality. What Allen cared most about was that strange ball of azure energy, like a solitary lamp in the night, clearly audible in front of Allen's mental power.

The muscles, blood vessels, and fibrous tissue that made up the heart were completely wrapped by Allen's mental power, feeling the difference between them and before. As a strong person who had enough understanding and control over his own body, Allen could clearly feel that the toughness of the heart had qualitatively leaped.

Every cell in the heart was soaked in liquid rage energy, slowly and steadily changing towards a stronger state, especially the main blood vessels that served as channels for carrying the rage energy, which in Allen's perception actually emitted a brilliant light like glazed glass, as if there were signs of crystallization.

Feeling this scene, Allen's heart was filled with surprise. This was the problem he had always wanted to solve, but now, because of the parasitism of that foreign energy, he had found a solution.

Allen had never stopped honing and strengthening his body. Legendary specialties such as Body of Steel and Perfect Physique gave Allen the confidence to physically withstand the attacks of mid-level or lower combatants, which was enough to show the intensity of Allen's physical improvement.

But even with such a strong body, when Allen activated Frenzy and unleashed Heaven-Opening and other strongest forms, his body was still unable to withstand long-term, high-intensity combat. The biggest shortcoming was that Allen's internal organs and blood vessels could not withstand the destructive force brought about by the recoil of the attack.

Allen could use various methods to stimulate and strengthen his external body, but for the delicate and fragile internal organs and blood vessel walls, Allen had no other way but to nourish and cultivate them with rage day after day.

It wasn't that Allen hadn't thought of ways to search for various specialties and secret techniques that could strengthen the internal organs and blood vessels, but even after inquiring through various channels, there wasn't much information about this aspect. In the end, he only heard about three or four kinds of specialties and secret techniques from the Oak Church and the Assassin's Guild, but no crystals or books had ever been circulated, and even the temples and guilds couldn't find them.

After all, internal organs are the most precise organs in living beings, both fragile and extremely important. Any strengthening method that has flaws may bring life-threatening dangers, so there are very few secret techniques and specialties related to it.

If the perceived internal changes were real, it would mean that perhaps soon, he would be able to unleash his strongest strength and possess more powerful and lasting combat power.

"Hehe!!"

Allen, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly uttered two syllables, and then opened a pair of eagle eyes and stood up.

"Let me try to see if my perception is correct!!"

While muttering to himself, Allen put his hand on the hilt of the Bone Cleaver inserted in front of him. Just a little rage was input, and a faint orange flame began to rise from the sword body of the Bone Cleaver.

Clang!!

"Ha!!"

Allen stared intently ahead, and the Heaven-Opening stance had already landed on the solid target post several meters away, which was made of deep abyss cold iron mixed with some gold essence, according to the existing force-generating skills.

Boom!!!!

Most of the residents in the inner city of Moore Fortress suddenly felt the ground tremble. Some people ran around in panic, looking at each other in dismay. Some people looked solemn and quickly gathered towards a certain place, well-trained, and some people... …

Allen naturally didn't know that his trial move would eventually cause such a commotion. He was just a little surprised to see that the target post, which was thicker than his waist, was broken into two pieces. One piece fell to the ground, and the other section connected to the ground lifted a large area of stone slabs in the arena, leaving the field in a mess.