Green Monster Epic

Chapter 617 Dust Settles

All distracting thoughts were cast aside by Allen. At this moment, he was no longer the deep-thinking, cautious chieftain of the Green Field Tribe, but a warrior with only the formidable enemy before him.

Wrath surged wildly between his blood vessels, bringing a sense of fullness. His mind was clear, with only one thought: to protect the goblin youngsters under his command and break through the dark clouds above, which exuded a terrifying and dangerous aura.

His belief in protection was so firm that it could influence reality. A crystal-clear speck of spiritual power, materialized from nothingness, slowly emanated a mysterious aura in Allen's mind. Countless strands of spiritual power, like hyenas spotting prey, swarmed from all directions, gathering around the speck of spiritual power.

One strand was fortunate enough to reach the dust particle first and rushed forward without hesitation. The spiritual power strand, originally ethereal and only directly perceptible to Allen, seemed to have also gained a semi-substantial quality after passing through—no, it should be said, after merging with—this speck of spiritual power.

Under Allen's control, countless strands, following routes that had long become instinctive, converged and fused with the wrath in his blood, preparing to unleash a powerful technique—'Sky Cleaver'. However, this strand, fused with Allen's belief, spontaneously carried this surge of wrath, following the trajectory of blood flow, rapidly towards the core of his powerful heart.

The rampaging wrath encountered along the way suddenly became docile in the face of this initially tiny surge of wrath, voluntarily following behind it. By the time Allen noticed the anomaly, this surge of wrath had already reached its destination—his vigorously beating heart.

As the core organ for the generation and reflux of wrath, the arrival of this sudden surge of wrath instantly stirred up a storm in the alternate dimension where the wrath resided within his heart.

The semi-substantial spiritual power strand began to rotate on its own, like the Primordial Serpent chasing and devouring its own tail. The strand transformed into a ring, its head and tail gradually merging into one during the rotation, with no distinction remaining.

The dust of belief gradually reappeared in the tiny, almost invisible spiritual power ring, and its faint light shimmered in harmony with the ring's rotation.

However, this faint light, in the face of the surrounding massive amount of wrath, was so kind and warm. The newly generated wrath and the returning, waning wrath converged from two different directions and, driven by the spiritual power ring, spontaneously began to rotate.

The vortex was initially very small, smaller than a needle tip, but in Allen's perception, it gave a sense of tenacity and strength. The glow of the belief dust sprinkled on the fist-sized heart area, attracting more wrath to fill the vortex and grow at a rapid pace.

Whoosh!

The body, radiating an orange-red aura, suddenly contracted its external wrath, disappearing and revealing Allen's true appearance.

A thick black lightning bolt, just formed at this moment, locked onto the hobgoblin leaping down from the clouds and immediately tore through the void, heading straight for Allen's body.

Boom!

The black lightning struck the blade of the Bone Cleaver in front of Allen in the blink of an eye. As the energy with powerful destructive force was about to break through Allen's flesh along the blade, a more brilliant and purer flame suddenly erupted from the left chest area of Allen, instantly re-covering his entire body.

Buzz!

The black lightning engulfed Allen's body and the space he occupied. Void fissures were born and died, constantly devouring the air and energy in the Feyman World before the black lightning energy was exhausted. But within this pure black lightning space, a glimmer of light never went out, and as the lightning energy gradually dissipated, the inner radiance became even more brilliant.

Crack!

Another lightning bolt struck, suddenly falling from the sky before the previous lightning energy had completely dissipated, continuing to strike the source of the light.

The demigod matriarch, Penny Lai, who controlled the 'Thunder of Doom' spell, clearly sensed the anomaly. Her spiritual power manipulated the spell model deep within the dark clouds, and more black lightning fell, targeting Allen as the primary target.

Crack! Crack crack! … …

Countless falling lightning bolts converged on one point, as if doomsday had truly arrived. Just when everyone thought that this hobgoblin, Allen, was likely doomed, a ray of light suddenly shone out from the space shrouded in black and deep void fissures.

Like the appearance of the first light at the beginning of chaos, bringing hope to the world, the orange-red light protruding from the black space also made countless eyes in the field feel dazzling, and they couldn't help but squint slightly.

The changes in his body, seemingly slow, happened in Allen's perception in just a short breath. When he sensed that the wrath vortex he had dreamed of was stably operating in his heart, the mystery of why he had been unable to break through to demigod was suddenly clear to Allen at this moment, with the stable formation of the wrath vortex.

It was an indescribable feeling, like a bird growing to the right time, often learning to build a comfortable nest without a teacher, understanding how to incubate eggs and feed young birds. That kind of instinct is something you can't explain, but you can truly understand.

Although the light of the belief dust was weak, it illuminated Allen's future path and allowed him to finally step onto a more powerful stage.

If Allen's legendary path was a road of gradually recognizing himself, striving, and constantly fighting, then protecting the tribe was his lifelong goal and true pursuit.

Not all legendary powerhouses can consistently pursue their dreams and aspirations like Allen, never changing them. There are too many temptations and confusions in the real world. Many legends have long lost their original intentions in the long years of neglect and no longer remember their self-choices on their legendary path.

And when these legends abandon the goals on their legendary path, it is actually equivalent to cutting off their own hope of advancing to demigod. The path between legend and demigod is inherently inherited, the former is the cornerstone and the latter builds high-rise buildings. If even the cornerstone is abandoned, then where does the high-rise building come from!

All along, Allen's constant attempts ultimately failed because he could not make the wrath vortex run stably. Whenever he managed to construct the wrath vortex, as long as his spirit slightly relaxed, the wrath vortex would collapse on the spot, and the violent wrath would simultaneously backfire on his body, causing hidden injuries.

Until now, Allen understood what he was lacking, that was an unwavering belief, influencing reality through a firm and powerful belief, using this as a bond and restraint, so that the wrath vortex could effectively run stably.

This is like the natural rules that are everywhere in the real world, but also invisible. The existence of belief itself is the embodiment of Allen's will, and to put it more simply, it is the sublimation of highly concentrated spiritual power. When belief is strong enough to affect reality, even unconsciously feeding back one's true thoughts can infect the surrounding existences and energies.

The dust of belief, strands of mental power, and the energy of rage were born from the same source. When they converged, they could produce a miraculous chemical reaction, a perfect fit. This nascent power spontaneously constructed a model, forming the tools and foundation for the believer's inner pursuit, much like the instincts of birds and beasts, requiring no artificial guidance.

Everything that happened was so natural that Alan seemed to understand something, but when he tried to think about it specifically, he felt as if he knew nothing. That feeling was difficult to express with his limited vocabulary.

The vortex of rage spun steadily, and a massive amount of rage flowed effortlessly into it. Under the faint light of the dust of belief, drops of crystalline, smooth rage liquid condensed at the bottom of the vortex, dripping into the blood surging through his veins and circulating throughout his body.

As the rage liquid spread throughout his body, Alan finally regained the powerful, invincible confidence he had felt in the illusion. The dark gold blade of the Bone Splitter also began to rise with a blazing flame from within, contending with the constantly striking black lightning, no longer showing any of its previous decline.

"Open! !"

The Opening Heaven stance came effortlessly, no longer requiring a period of time to accumulate power. Infused with the even greater power of the rage liquid, Alan gently waved the Bone Splitter in his right hand, and the sky full of black lightning was instantly torn apart by the tyrannical rage, creating a fissure! !

The fissure expanded outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, it tore open a large enough gap. The vast rage, following the gap cleaved by the blade, transformed into a brilliant and dazzling crimson pillar of light, piercing through the darkness before him and helping Alan open up a clear passage.

The black dragon scales were mottled, and Alan's appearance was also very disheveled. The sparse new hair was burned by the black lightning, and not a single strand was completely preserved. His skin was also scorched black, a trace of the destruction caused by the black lightning's massive energy. Even Alan's tough muscles still trembled with a bit of paralysis beneath the charred skin.

However, no one dared to underestimate this dark figure, whose true face was almost invisible, slowly walking out of the black lightning. Even the ever-composed and indifferent demigod Mother Penley now looked at Alan with caution and surprise in her eyes.

Another bolt of black lightning spontaneously formed and fell towards Alan's head. Alan slightly raised his head to glance at the lightning, infused rage into his left fist, and suddenly swung it upward.

Crack! !

The black lightning, which had always been invincible, collided with the charred fist wrapped in crimson flames. This time, the tiny fist actually tore open the lightning's spearhead and destroyed and decomposed the long electric serpent connecting heaven and earth in an instant.

"Demigod? ?"

Penley muttered softly, and her phoenix eyebrows furrowed slightly, a rare occurrence. It seemed that Alan's mutation was indeed a bit troublesome for the drow.

"Break! !"

The momentum of the Opening Heaven Sword Stance was exhausted. Alan retracted his right hand, and his left hand, which had just dispelled the lightning, simultaneously re-gripped the hilt. Then, a massive amount of rage was mobilized and gathered at the tip of the Bone Splitter. As his arms suddenly stretched forward, a crimson ray of light shot out from the tip of the sword, and the Instant Kill Sword Skill crossed the vast distance. The extremely penetrating arrow of rage directly pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, landing precisely in the area of the spell model at the core of the clouds.

Whoosh! !

In the center of the dark and heavy cloud layer, a touch of azure emerged, and golden sunlight passed through it, projecting onto the solemn Nasir Fortress, bringing a rare warmth.

"Open! !"

Alan's movements did not stop. The Bone Splitter fell downward, and driven by Alan's arms, he twisted and obliquely drew a circle, the Opening Heaven Sword Stance piercing the sky diagonally with indomitable force.

During the duration of the Frenzy skill, countless streams of rage were continuously poured into the vortex of rage. Although the rage had just been converted into liquid form and was then consumed by Alan, which was somewhat wasteful and irrational, Alan was even more aware that he had to destroy the magic above his head in one fell swoop. Otherwise, if he allowed Penley, this demigod, to restabilize the spell model, he might not be able to cause damage to the magic so unexpectedly as he had done now.

Beneath the charred skin, muscles and tendons snapped one after another. The heart-wrenching pain assailed Alan's mind, but under the powerful suppression of the Steel Will Legendary Feat, Alan's facial expression remained unchanged, as if the physical pain had nothing to do with him.

Above the sky, the constantly dense dark clouds split open from the middle, driven by the huge energy storm, surging in two directions, east and west. The long-lost azure sky finally reappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Giggle giggle, Chieftain Alan, your luck makes me jealous! !"

Penley did not take the opportunity to cast magic and attack Alan, but instead sat back and watched Alan successively display powerful sword skills, breaking her demigod-level spell.

"However, shouldn't you thank me? If it weren't for the pressure I gave you, perhaps you wouldn't have had such a breakthrough today! ! !"

Above the vast sky, the movements of the fighting powerhouses became cautious, and the frequency of attacks gradually decreased. More people's gazes were focused on the disheveled Alan and the drow Matron Penley, who was hundreds of meters away from him.

Lizardman Chieftain Fendi's eyes were filled with complex emotions, including jealousy, worry, and a faint hint of killing intent. This hobgoblin Alan actually showed such powerful strength, which was not good news for the Northern Tribes.

Yogg and Jeran and others were more fortunate. Alan's sudden burst of power eliminated the huge threat that shrouded the sky, and everyone could at least stop the decline in this contest and prevent the drow from being too arrogant.

Cole, that girl, had stars in her eyes, looking at Alan's profile with admiration. If it weren't for the drow still confronting her, Cole might have run to Alan to congratulate and flatter him long ago.

Alan looked indifferently at the bright-eyed and charming drow Matron not far away. Although his body was in a mess, he was still fearless on the surface.

"Indeed, I should thank you, Matron Penley."

"Why don't we sit down and chat? ?"

Although it was only a sudden advancement, there was still a big gap between him and a true demigod in essence. For example, at least half of the vigorous rage in his body had not yet been converted into liquid, and the toughness of his body itself had not been strengthened. But Alan now indeed had the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with Penley, no longer being able to passively receive moves as before.

"Okay, we originally wanted to have a good chat with you, who knew it would turn into such a scene! !"

Penley readily agreed. Since the strength that the other party had shown was strong enough, then it meant that he was worthy of respect.

After all, Penley and the others did not intend to tear their faces apart, nor did they have the ability to wipe out Alan, Maggot Eye, and other powerhouses in one fell swoop. In the end, the previous fighting was just to have more confidence in the following talks and to make the wasteland powerhouses make greater concessions! !