Green Monster Epic

Chapter 679: Massacre

“Hahaha…”

Joyful laughter drifted slowly through the poorly soundproofed military tent, with muffled sobs and wails faintly mixed within the hearty laughter.

The human chef suddenly lifted the steaming steamer, revealing a dish with a hobgoblin cub as the main ingredient, presented on a platter the size of a washbasin, and placed it on the table where the human officers were gathered.

The human commander confidently invited his surrounding colleagues to taste this delicacy. All the officers gladly reached out with their knives and forks, easily cutting off pieces of tender meat from the pinkish-white body of the cooked cub, placing it in their mouths to savor, and expressions of enjoyment appeared on their faces.

Through strands of mental energy, Allen vividly painted the emotions and subtle expressions on the faces of these human officers in his mind. The flames of hatred ignited instantly in his heart, transforming into a raging inferno. Allen, who had always maintained a calm and rational mind, seemed to be enraged by the goblins' miserable plight. The bond originating from shared bloodlines caused the walls of reason to collapse in an instant.

Whoosh!

The swelling flames of anger instantly stirred up an energy storm, sweeping across the human barracks housing over a thousand soldiers beneath his feet.

The human officers in the military tent were all elites among men. The moment the energy storm arose, they sensed something was wrong, and they all pushed away the accompanying females of various races and rushed out of the tent.

“Who is it?! How dare you in my Four Seasons…”

The human commander, rushing ahead in disheveled attire, had just emerged from the military tent when he saw a blood-red light flash before his eyes. Then, the human commander's world came to an abrupt end.

Boom!

The entire military tent was directly blown away, and the ground was smashed with a deep ditch by the heavy blow, causing the entire military camp to shake. Countless soldiers resting and on duty in the camp were alarmed, and they came out of their tents to observe, eventually discovering the situation at the main tent.

Allen deliberately controlled the power of his attack. Apart from the few unlucky human officers who rushed out of the military tent and became a pile of dung and fertilizer smashed into the ground, the alien female slaves who had been brought in to accompany them, as well as a few other humans who hadn't moved and were still confused, were unharmed and exposed in front of Allen.

“Warrior, spare me, ah!”

The human chef, wearing mismatched, off-white chef's clothes from the Green Field chefs, knelt beside the burning stove, tearfully begging for mercy without even seeing the face of the intruder clearly.

Several humans, who appeared to be civil officials or nobles, were also barely sitting at the table, trembling as they clutched a female slave as a shield, making futile struggles.

“How dare you attack the military camp of the Four Seasons Kingdom! There are two thousand brave and well-trained warriors beside you…”

Hearing the approaching sound of dense footsteps, the few humans who had survived in the field gained a bit more courage, and their speech became a little smoother.

“A bunch of trash!”

Allen was too lazy to look at the ugly appearance of these humans. He swept his left hand into the air, and the humans, along with the surrounding alien slaves, were swept into the sky by a gust of wind. Before the helpless humans could flail their arms and legs in mid-air, Bonecleaver slashed a few times through the air, and the humans turned into a rain of blood, becoming more than a dozen pieces of flesh of varying sizes.

Thump thump thump!

Several female slaves fell to the ground in a disheveled state, but the sturdy natives at least had no fear for their lives. After struggling for a few moments, they climbed up again.

The hobgoblin female, no longer restrained by humans, rushed madly into the scattered wreckage of the dining table, trying to find the remains of her child. However, after Allen's successive gusts of wind, how could she distinguish which bone or piece of meat in the chaotic mess was the corpse of her child!

In the end, the hobgoblin female could only hold a small head cavity smaller than her fist, as white and jade-like, wailing loudly, completely oblivious to the surrounding human army closing in.

Feeling the hobgoblin female's sadness and pain, Allen's iron-hard heart couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion. Looking back at the human army arrayed around him, his eyes were filled with more coldness and ruthlessness.

“Today, no one will leave here alive. I will use your blood to commemorate this dead soul!”

Clang!

The master's high fighting spirit brought a clear cry from Bonecleaver in his hand. As he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and swept forward, a brilliant light exploded in the military camp.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft…

The power of a demigod was unstoppable in this military camp without a legendary powerhouse.

Even if knights organized a military formation to resist, the elite warrior squad at the tip of the spearhead couldn't contend against Allen's full-force horizontal sweep. Along with the dozen or so well-equipped human warriors at the spearhead being split into several balls of blood, the soldiers behind them also suffered the subsequent energy shock of the Threefold Wave.

Hundreds of warriors were swept away by Allen's Threefold Wave, leaving a void in front of them. Just as the other human soldiers were bravely resisting the raging wind, unaware of what had happened to their comrades, Allen took advantage of the situation and swept again, and heavy shields were like thin paper in front of the Instant Kill Sword Technique. Dozens more human soldiers fell headfirst, rolling far away.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Pfft pfft pfft…

It wasn't until Allen had swept through more than half of the army of over a thousand that some people woke up and saw their scattered companions around them, the ground soaked and stained black with blood. The human soldiers began to cry out in panic, and some began to flee backward.

It wasn't that the soldiers of this army weren't brave enough, but that the enemy they faced was too powerful, so powerful that they couldn't see any possibility of defeating him. They and their companions could only futilely chase after the other's back, watching him harvest lives like reaping wheat in the fields, with dozens of warriors being killed with each slash and strike.

The phrase 'bullying the weak' never existed in Allen's mind. Regardless of whether the enemy was strong or weak, as long as he believed they deserved to die, he would never show mercy.

The scattered and fleeing soldiers, on the contrary, caused Allen even greater difficulties than when they were fighting hard before. With the activation of the Ripple Steps, Allen's figure was like a ghost, wandering in this military camp that had completely lost its original appearance.

On the fortress construction site adjacent to the military camp, the lifeless slaves went from being dazed and at a loss at first, to bursting with vitality in their eyes later on. Finally, someone was ready to take a risk for their lives and future.

The commotion quickly spread in the construction site. The accumulated resentment and hatred turned into a vigorous source of power, allowing these weak and old slaves to pounce on the surrounding supervisors who were caught off guard.

With the soldiers in one direction cleared out, Allen flew to another direction. He couldn't let his words be empty, although slaughtering this group of humans who had been scared out of their wits was meaningless in itself.

After a magical moment passed, Allen had already slaughtered all the surviving human soldiers within a radius of dozens of miles, just as he had vowed before.

Returning to the camp, a group of bloody, fierce-eyed, and violent slaves emerged from the nearby construction site, their bodies stained with the blood of the human overseers who had once exploited and beaten them, quietly kneeling on the ground, looking up at the hobgoblin powerhouse floating in the sky.

"Great one, please guide us to a path…"

An elderly goblin was pushed forward, prostrating himself on the ground and shouting towards Allen, but before he could finish speaking, a majestic aura as heavy as a mountain oppressed the newly freed slaves, rendering them unable to move.

"Your own destiny is in your own hands. I am just a passerby."

Allen had no intention of dragging these burdens around in human territory. Altruism was never a part of Allen's nature. Now that the anger in his heart had been vented and reason had returned to his body, Allen himself was wondering why he had caused such a commotion. This didn't seem like his usual style!

"Run for your lives! If you don't run now, you might not be able to escape!!"

While introspecting, Allen frowned slightly, his dignified voice echoing out, as his gaze turned towards the western sky.

On the ground, hundreds of surviving slaves looked at each other, at a loss, not knowing where to go next.

Whoosh!!!!

A javelin came whistling, heading straight for Allen's location, followed by an alluring figure riding a tawny-colored Griffin, raising a spear and charging towards Allen from afar.

Clang!!!!

Skullsplitter easily deflected the javelin, sending it towards the outer edge where the slaves were clustered, the spinning javelin scraping countless gravel and dirt upon landing, frightening the slaves who scattered in all directions.

The approaching human flying knight's eyes turned solemn. Although he hadn't had time to examine the specific situation in the military camp, Allen's casual deflection of his full-strength throw without budging an inch was enough to show the opponent's strength.

However, trying to stop now was obviously inappropriate. As a legendary knight, the charge initiated in unison with a flying beast was arguably the strongest move a legendary knight could unleash.

Before the spear, there was a burst of ear-splitting sonic booms, and the figures of the knight and the Griffin became blurred due to the acceleration, but in Allen's eyes, the opponent's face was rapidly enlarging, and a violent wind pressure was already ruffling Allen's hair.

Clang!!

Skullsplitter was raised high, the dark golden greatsword's aura restrained, as if an ordinary person had casually swung a sword. Allen's slashing motion was perfectly timed, just as the tip of the charging human knight's steel spear collided with it.

Clang!!!

A burst of sparks erupted in the air, fleeting in an instant, and disappearing along with the human knight and his mount.

The speed at which he charged was the same speed at which he was repelled by the force of the counter-attack. The human knight tumbled continuously in the air, leaving behind a cloud of dark red blood mist. The magnificent Griffin beneath the knight's crotch separated from the knight, drooping its wings and falling to the ground, then after a muffled thud, there was no more movement.

Allen was also pushed back more than ten meters by the force of the rebound. When he regained his footing, a smear of green blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Gently wiping the blood from his chin, Allen's eyes became excited. He tapped his feet, and his entire body directly pulled out a phantom image, chasing after the human knight, completely disregarding his own injuries.

The human legendary knight barely managed to stop his gliding motion. Before he could even sense the condition of his stinging body, his pupils had already spotted the hobgoblin powerhouse flying towards him, and his expression immediately changed drastically, fleeing into the distance without even thinking.

"Hobgoblin, don't go too far! This is the territory of my Four Seasons Kingdom. You are maliciously pursuing a kingdom general. Do you know the consequences?!"

"Are you not afraid that the Human Alliance will use this as an excuse to launch another attack on your wilderness?!"

The human knight, Barnard, was the legion commander of the Southern Legion of the Four Seasons Kingdom. The main camp of his legion was only a few dozen miles away from the military camp that Allen had slaughtered earlier. As the commanding legion commander, Barnard sensed the ground shaking and the aura of a powerhouse, and knew that something might have happened to the fortress on this side, so he personally rode his beloved Griffin mount to check, but he never expected to encounter such a ferocious powerhouse.

Under the full force of the attack, the huge power erupted by himself and his mount's charge was not only blocked by this hobgoblin on the spot, but he was also directly knocked away by the great power contained in the opponent's heavy sword. If Barnard hadn't timely introduced the opponent's energy that was wreaking havoc and destruction in his body into his mount's body, allowing the mount to bear most of the hobgoblin powerhouse's attack, Barnard might have already been seriously injured at this time.

But this exchange also made Barnard, a mid-level legendary, understand the absolute difference in strength between himself and the powerhouse in front of him, so as soon as he saw the hobgoblin powerhouse chasing after him, he began to flee without looking back.

Fortunately, his military camp was not far from here. Even if he lost his beloved mount, which reduced his combat power, the speed of his flight and escape was still unaffected.

While fleeing, Barnard did not forget to issue a stern threat, trying to dispel the opponent's pursuit, but obviously, these small actions of his had no effect on Allen, whose will was firm.

The distance between the two sides was gradually closing. Barnard occasionally turned his head back, using a somewhat bent and deformed spear to deflect the throwing axes shot from behind, each time deflecting the throwing axe caused his body to involuntarily stagnate for a moment, allowing Allen to take the opportunity to get a few points closer.

Until the horizon to the north, a scene where a vast area of over several miles, with hundreds of military tents densely covering the plains on the horizon, was displayed in front of Barnard, and a sense of relief finally appeared in Barnard's eyes.

"Assemble!!! Enemy attack!!!!!"

Approaching the military camp four or five miles away, Barnard had already strained his throat and began to shout loudly.

At the edge of the military camp fence, on the towering arrow towers, the sentry human soldiers heard the shrill shouts, quickly raised the ox horn at their waists, and blew loudly into their mouths.

Woo~~~~

Woo woo~~~~~

In the peaceful military camp, as the sound of the ox horn floated in the sky, countless people drilled out of their respective military tents, hurriedly putting on their armor, and following the orders of their respective leaders, began to assemble.

This month, I only updated one day less, so I can be considered diligent.