Green Monster Epic

Chapter 745 Drumming

Caught between two enemies, Garros continuously shot out currents of electricity from his staff, while his left hand suddenly reached into his chest, pulled out a scroll, and tossed it away, but it seemed the direction was wrong, as it neither hit Kerr nor landed on the dragon.

In the sky, where all the clouds had been burned away by a mouthful of dragon breath, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With the appearance of this lightning, Garros, who was in a precarious situation, disappeared the instant Kerr's sword wind reached him, swapping positions with the lightning in the distance.

Opening Heaven directly cut off the wide lightning bolt, almost colliding with Figolas's ferocious mouth, which was tearing apart the electric net in the opposite direction. Fortunately, both were seasoned veterans, changing their defenses in time and brushing past each other.

As soon as Garros's body escaped danger, he headed straight for the humans he had seen earlier in the high sky. While moving forward, he muttered incantations, and his staff followed suit, gathering a bright thunderous force at the tip.

"Damn it!"

"Reptile, don't run!"

Kerr and Figolas instantly understood Garros's purpose, their expressions changed drastically, and they desperately chased after him.

The figures of the humans gradually became clearer. As they looked up at Garros and the increasingly bright and激荡 magical aura at the tip of his staff, Garros didn't see any panic in them, as if they had been waiting for his arrival.

"Thunderbolt!!!"

Although surprised, Garros didn't show any mercy in his actions. His right hand pointed forward, and the powerful legendary single-target magic—Thunder Judgment—instantly transformed into a lightning spear, shooting from the top of the staff towards the human standing with a sword hundreds of meters away.

Eric's expression was indifferent. Watching the bright light instantly appear in front of him, he calmly raised his long sword and lightly slashed down: "Where I stand, no heresy or anomaly is allowed to exist!"

"Disperse!"

Even the powerful legendary magic that the dragon Figolas had to avoid was now, right in front of Garros, watched as it vanished into thin air, as if this magic, empowered by the demigod mage with majestic magic power, was just a trick.

Behind him, Figolas and Kerr, who were chasing Garros, also revealed expressions of disbelief. As companions, they didn't actually know how Eric had made this powerful magic disappear.

"…"

The shock in Garros's eyes hadn't yet dissipated, but his body had already drawn an arc, actively avoiding the seemingly harmless human in front of him. At least in Garros's thousands of years of life, he had never seen any powerhouse so easily dissipate a legendary magic. Before figuring out the opponent's true methods, the rationality cultivated by the caster over the years told Garros that he should temporarily avoid direct contact with the opponent.

Eric easily resolved the opponent's powerful legendary magic, his expression still very calm. His eyes met Garros's gaze, and he even took the initiative to give a provocative look.

But when the opponent avoided him, Eric didn't make any chasing moves, but took out a long spear from his dimensional equipment, aimed at Garros's trajectory, and threw it violently, which was considered a counterattack against Garros.

In fact, Eric himself knew that as the creator of the 'Unbeliever' class, his domain ability could be described as heaven-defying at times, but when compared with other legendary powerhouses specializing in combat, the Unbeliever was somewhat at a disadvantage.

For example, the third domain ability he was currently using, which he named 'Magic-Free Zone,' could turn the five-meter radius around his body into a magic-free zone where no magic or divine power existed. No matter how powerful the magic, divine spells, or even the energy attacks of battle classes, they would be directly annihilated after entering this area.

But this didn't mean that the Unbeliever was invincible within this five-meter range. Plastic magic could unleash physical impact attacks from beyond five meters, such as meteor showers, ice cones, and other spells. Although the core of the spell would dissipate after entering this area, the formed meteors and ice cones were not so easily annihilated, and the physical impact contained within them would inevitably have an impact and physical damage on the Unbeliever.

At the same time, because of focusing on the development of domain power, the time for the Unbeliever's body to improve combat strength was often very little, and they could only improve through mastering common legendary specialties. When they spread domain power, most of the body's energy was used to maintain the domain, and they could not use energy such as fighting spirit and rage to empower the body in battle like other battle classes. Therefore, their close combat strength was always weaker than other battle classes.

At this time, Eric had launched two domain abilities in succession, so it was obviously unrealistic for him to mobilize the little energy left in his body to fight the demigod. After all, Eric's most important task at this time was to limit the demigod's flying ability and create a better combat environment for his companions.

Garros turned his head, and his staff lifted to the side. The protective arrow magic instantly cooperated with the staff's swing, deflecting the incoming spear at an angle, brushing past him.

However, when he saw that Eric hadn't chased after him, Garros's eyes showed more doubt, and he frowned thoughtfully.

Kerr and Figolas, who were chasing closely behind him, no longer gave Garros a chance to approach Eric. A dragon language magic—Blazing Wave—took the lead, covering Garros's trajectory, while a pair of fleshy wings quickly flapped, and the resulting gale surged towards the Blazing Wave, the range of the fire wave surged again, and countless fire snakes spat.

Taking advantage of the rising flames to block the opponent's momentum, Figolas swung his dragon tail, and the bone tumor at the end of the tail made a shrill sound and slammed towards Garros.

Garros's left hand clenched, and then a weak electric light appeared, throwing it into the flames casually. The electric light absorbed the scorching aura and quickly expanded, and soon a crow composed entirely of electric current appeared, croaked twice, and then suddenly exploded in the flames, creating a hole one meter in size, just enough for Garros to pass through.

Seeing the opportunity, Kerr killed from the other side, mercilessly slashing out a sword. Garros stretched out his staff and pointed it at Kerr's heavy sword. A huge repulsive force suddenly rose. Kerr's legs sank to steady his body and was not pushed away, but Garros himself was affected by this repulsive force and flew diagonally backward like a cannonball.

The elf's figure passed through the flames, and the scorching fire waves left some traces on his robe and hair, but what made Garros even more uncomfortable was the tremendous force split from the black fire heavy sword in the brief moment of weapon contact, which severely injured his not-so-strong body, and he finally suffered a little internal injury.

His feet slid on the grass as he landed. In the distance, Figulas, whose tail swipe had missed, charged over. He reared back and slammed a claw down, forcing Garros to hastily raise a protective magic barrier in front of him. The magic shield blocked the claw strike, but Garros himself was sent flying like a falling leaf, hurled off to the side.

… … … …

The five elven legend-rank powerhouses were reasonably well-coordinated. One claw druid had transformed into a four-meter-tall earth-elemental ironback bear, acting as a meat shield in the front. Various earth-elemental spells, combined with the ironback bear's naturally thick hide, allowed him to withstand most of the attacks from the wilderness powerhouses.

There was also an elven battle priest holding a shield, simultaneously casting divine spells to buff his companions and heal their injuries, while also defending against attacks from the opposite direction of the claw druid. The remaining two sword dancer legends, with their backs to the space maintained by their two companions, weaved and moved within it. A lone elven assassin would occasionally deliver a ghostly strike, making them relatively safe for the time being.

However, the wilderness powerhouses they faced were relatively stronger. Ted and Oscar, both with peak legend-rank strength, actually had a chance to break through to demigod status, depending only on their final opportunity. Then there were Trist and Svara, both at the mid-stage of legend-rank. Because they had advanced more recently, they were relatively weaker, but still stronger than the two early-stage elven legends.

Although they were outnumbered, after two magical hours of fighting, Ted and his companions had already seized the initiative. Especially Ted, the dark elf legend, whose twin scimitars were like moons, powerful and heavy, unlike a sword dancer. His elegance surpassed even the elves, and he alone was suppressing the two elven sword dancers.

As for Oscar, who had transformed into a red bronze dragon, he was completely overwhelming the elven druid's ironback bear form. If it weren't for Oscar's specialized healing magic, and the fact that the dragon form only had about 60% of his true strength, the ironback bear would probably already be seriously injured.

If the four wilderness powerhouses had cooperated more, instead of relying solely on their instincts from combat and adventure, which was far inferior to the long-term cooperation and tacit understanding of the five elven legend-rank powerhouses, perhaps the elves would be at an even greater disadvantage.

The sound of a horn coming from afar also caught the attention of the elven powerhouses. The five constantly exchanged glances during the battle, deciding on their next course of action.

A transparent magic carrier pigeon suddenly intruded into the battlefield between the legend-rank powerhouses. Deftly dodging the powerful attacks, it flew above the elven powerhouses and suddenly burst like a bubble. The residual consciousness within the pigeon then rippled through the minds of the elven powerhouses.

“Temporarily retreat along the long route until you regain the ability to fly, then stop.”

Having received Garros's reminder, the five elven powerhouses, who were already inclined to retreat, nodded subtly. Immediately, the upper limbs of the claw druid in ironback bear form suddenly rose, and a ferocious palm slammed down on the grass in front of him. Surging magic power was transmitted from the giant bear's body to the ground, and countless stone spikes shot out from the grass, heading toward the wilderness powerhouses in front.

Just as the four wilderness powerhouses were dodging, blocking, or enduring this sudden spike attack, the elven priest at the rear slammed his warhammer against a brilliant gem on top of his shield. A grand and holy energy suddenly resonated in everyone's mental vision, and the wills of the four wilderness powerhouses were struck hard, leaving them dizzy.

However, this feeling only lasted for two short breaths before the experienced and strong-willed wilderness powerhouses recovered. Converting the mental blast, originally intended for a single powerful opponent, into a group effect naturally weakened its effectiveness.

But all the elven powerhouses needed was those few breaths of time. In the moment their opponents were stunned, they did not prepare to take the opportunity to counterattack, but instead suddenly sprinted backward, dragging trails of dust behind them.

At the same time, on the other side, the demigod Garros, who was being chased by the giant dragon Figulas and Kerr, although somewhat disheveled, was, after all, the most mysterious archmage. While fleeing, he made the dragon and goblin powerhouses behind him suffer greatly. Their appearances were not much better than Garros's.

It was simply that a caster's ability to cast spells while running on the ground was too limited. Otherwise, as a demigod, Garros wouldn't have been reduced to such a state. If only he could fly and stay in the air, slightly closing the gap in movement speed between himself, Figulas, and Kerr, they wouldn't even be able to get close to him.

Again, he used various tricks to buy himself a relatively comfortable distance, giving Garros the opportunity to cast a teleportation spell again. As several protective spells on his body were torn apart by the dragon, Garros slipped into the opened teleportation gate just before the opponent's foul-smelling mouth bit at his head, reappearing a thousand meters away to the east.

Then came another wave of intense pursuit. Only without Figulas and Kerr noticing, the direction they were chasing in was gradually moving further and further away from the other legend-rank battlefield.

Eric, who had been checking the positions of the two battlefields through magic beacons, was now facing a choice. The sudden separation between the demigod mage Garros and the elven legends meant that he could only choose one battlefield to be within his domain's radius, and he would have to abandon the other.

His mind raced, and after looking around, Eric strode off towards the battlefield of Garros, Kerr and Figulas. Compared to the five uneven elven legend-rank powerhouses, Garros, the demigod, was the one to be feared the most. As long as he could be contained, the situation would still be largely under the control of the wilderness powerhouses.

However, the demigod Garros, in the midst of the fierce battle, finally found a way to break the current situation. Since that human was likely the key to their inability to fly, and his movements kept him around himself and the other elven legends, without participating in the battle.

According to the realistic laws of the Feyman world, even a domain power must have its maximum range of limitation. As long as he could escape the range of the domain's control, then he and his allies would regain the ability to fly and stay in the air.

Although he couldn't determine how large the restricted flying area was, Garros knew from his understanding of legend-rank knights' domains that it would not exceed fifteen kilometers. And the influence of this strange and powerful domain was similar to that of a legend-rank knight's domain, so its range should not be too different.

The five elven powerhouses had been running south for less than fifteen minutes when they felt a shackle being released from their bodies. The five immediately pushed off the ground with their legs, and then five figures soared into the sky, finally able to fly again.

Now that the legend-rank powerhouses could fly, they had ample room to maneuver, making it easier to advance or retreat. Facing the opponents chasing behind them, the faces of the five elven legends now showed a hint of relief, no longer as serious and heavy as before.