Green Monster Epic

“I apologize for keeping Lord Edward waiting.”

Lis followed Staffan out of the carriage, a warm smile on his face, and slowly walked towards the human demigod mage who was chatting idly with Spencer not far away.

“Being able to personally welcome Your Excellency's arrival is worth waiting a little longer.”

Edward glanced at Staffan, and from the somewhat gloomy look on his face, he roughly guessed the result of their conversation, and smiled secretly in his heart, which was not beyond his expectations.

“It's also my honor.”

Although in terms of status, Lis was far more noble than Edward, this demigod, the Pope put on a fairly low posture as a guest.

After another round of pleasantries, the two moved back to their original positions. Now that they were only a little over a hundred miles away from the border fortress, both sides hoped to enter the territory of the Lionheart Kingdom as soon as possible to avoid accidents.

The two teams merged into one and slowly moved eastward, leaving Staffan and the hundreds of elite knight members he brought behind, unsure whether to follow or not.

It wasn't until the target team had left nearly a mile away that a fierce look flashed in Staffan's eyes, and he made a decision: "Go, go back!!!"

The silent, faceless members of the Knights Templar, following the tall figure of the earth dragon leading the way, chased after the long snake-like team in the distance.

“Sir, the Rose Thorns Knights are following us.”

The scout at the rear, who was monitoring the movements of the Knights Templar, quickly reported the movements of the Knights Templar to Spencer. Spencer was not surprised by the other party's subsequent actions, but solemnly nodded to the scout: "Understood, continue to keep an eye on them."

“Let our people not slack off and be ready for battle at any time.”

Although the addition of the Lionheart Kingdom's border cavalry brigade at this time gave the team an absolute advantage in overall strength, Spencer did not think that the other party would not act willfully. After all, the things that the strong can do in this world are beyond imagination, and sometimes the advantage in numbers alone is not guaranteed.

“Understood.”

Seeing that they had reached the foot of the mountains, and after crossing this continuous mountain range, they would officially enter the territory of the Lionheart Kingdom, the three teams from the three forces and their leaders all had emotional changes in their hearts.

The continuous mountains were quiet and precipitous, and the howls of birds and beasts often came from afar, making people moved, but for this team of warriors wearing exquisite armor and holding sharp magic weapons, these could not make them feel frightened at all.

Until a violent roar suddenly sounded from the Lionheart Kingdom cavalry brigade, a strong murderous intent finally appeared in the border mountains, and the overwhelming energy storm suddenly rose from all directions!!

“Staffan, why aren't you doing anything!!!”

Staffan, the leader of the Rose Thorns Knights, who was following Lis's carriage hundreds of meters away, was a little confused. At the same time that a human powerhouse suddenly swept out from the Lionheart Kingdom's border cavalry brigade and smashed dozens of cavalrymen and their mounts away, he roared towards the place where the Staffan Knights Templar was located.

But Staffan knew in his heart that when he led the team from the main temple of Lionheart City to the border, the church had never mentioned to him that there were other legendary powerhouses echoing him from the side, let alone that the other party had launched an attack on the regular army of the Lionheart Kingdom and the Papal Guard Knights of the War Church at this time.

Although Edward and Spencer, the two leaders, had been on guard, they never expected that the attack would break out in their own team. The kingdom cavalry brigade and the core knights kept a distance of several meters from each other, but the number of strong men hidden by the other party in the cavalry brigade was at least more than five. As the other party launched a massacre from the center, let alone the numerous cavalry brigade, even the knights were in chaos.

Waves of obscure magic power rippled in the space. Just as Edward and Spencer were about to fly into the air, they suddenly found that their ability to stay in the air had disappeared, and they had to fall awkwardly from the void dozens of meters high.

“Humph!!!”

Rays of holy light turned into lightning arrows and shot out from the carriage, heading straight in several directions in mid-air. Immediately, a powerful aura as heavy as a mountain rose into the sky, making the auras of other legendary powerhouses look like the difference between a child and a giant in front of it.

“Edict: War Cry!!”

A piece of crimson halo suddenly expanded from the carriage and fell on the Lionheart Kingdom knights and core guard knights, turning into a divine art of comprehensive blessing, allowing them to wake up from their panic and chaos, regroup, and launch an orderly confrontation.

When this piece of brilliance enveloped the legendary powerhouses who were rushing left and right in the formation and destroying wantonly, there were completely different divine art changes, making them seem to be wearing a heavy shackle at that time, and their strength was greatly reduced.

Even the members of the Rose Thorns Knights, who were hesitating hundreds of meters behind, were shrouded in this divine art with a very large range. The knights only felt that they were suddenly oppressed by hundreds of pounds of heavy objects, and the mounts under their feet kept sneezing uneasily and kicking back and forth on the ground.

“Charge!!”

Staffan was still in a battle between heaven and man and could not make the final decision. As the divine art of the war cry enveloped his team, he knew that he had to make a decision.

He kicked hard on the scales of the earth dragon mount's abdomen. The dragon-slaying mount that received the instruction raised its head and neighed for a long time. Then, it began to slowly accelerate with heavy steps. While moving forward, the magic power originating from the depths of its blood began to ripple, and a layer of stone armor slowly covered the vital parts in front of the earth dragon.

A heavy sword in Staffan's hand came out of its scabbard, and rays of holy light began to flicker on his body, not only dispelling the negative blessings that had enveloped him before, but also several powerful positive blessing divine arts, making his strength more than doubled.

The knights behind him quickly followed, while launching a charge and blessing themselves and their companions. At the same time, they could maintain a complete charge formation, which was obviously extremely well-trained. Although the overall scale and strength of the two gangs in front were stronger than the Rose Thorns Knights, none of these knights with firm beliefs showed negative emotions such as fear and fear. Their eyes were firm and fearless, brave and resolute.

Boom!!!!!

The war knights who had been blessed by the divine art of the Saint Pope, and the soldiers of the Lionheart Kingdom cavalry brigade, responded in time. The knights and cavalry of the three sides were like two rolling torrents, and they slammed into each other fiercely before their speeds were fully deployed.

Holy light and thunder bloomed with dazzling brilliance in the mountains and forests a kilometer away, forcing out the figures hiding within. However, the other party had already completed their mission. As a subtle ripple gradually spread through the void, the sky within a few miles was blocked by a semi-transparent protective barrier.

Pope Liszt continuously unleashed brilliant holy light from the scepter in his hand. The two clerics who had been guarding him were now finally displaying their formidable strength, both being peak-level Legend battle priests. Fighting side-by-side, they firmly protected Liszt.

Two or three figures transformed into ghostly apparitions, stirring up bursts of energy storms, either colliding with the powerful divine spells formed by the holy light or entangled with the two battle priests who possessed superb defensive skills, yet they were consistently unable to pose an effective threat to Liszt.

Archmage Edward, a demigod, revealed a solemn expression in his eyes. His figure constantly shifted, and occasionally he would suddenly activate high-level teleportation or Arcane Blink and other space-based magic, causing himself to disappear from everyone's sight.

While constantly moving, powerful magic spells were readily unleashed, shooting towards the distance. However, they were often intercepted or neutralized by unknown magical forces halfway. Although he was not yet clear who the casting expert confronting him was, Edward was certain that the opponent's strength was definitely not below his own.

As a paladin, Spencer had divine spells stacked upon his body, forming an aura that increased his individual strength by at least more than double. He originally thought that with these blessings and the addition of various legendary specializations, he would be able to face any opponent on the battlefield with ease.

However, Spencer had now transformed into a human-shaped sandbag, constantly retreating under the relentless assault of an unknown human powerhouse. The opponent even had the spare capacity to wreak havoc among the cavalry, cutting down countless cavalrymen and knights.

Having lost the ability to stay airborne and being confined within a narrow space of several thousand meters, they possessed an advantage in sheer numbers, but in terms of quality, the Lionheart Kingdom and the War Church's forces were inferior to the suddenly attacking forces of the Suffering Church.

The opponent before him was slender and seemed to be following an agile and swift path, but in reality, every weapon collision contained immense power, as if he were a dragon-like beast in human skin. The exaggeratedly thick, dark golden greatsword in his hand was unstoppable. Apart from Spencer, who could barely contend with him, any knight or cavalryman who dared to appear within five meters of him would be swept away or shattered like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, leaving behind no complete remains.

In just a few minutes of entanglement, Spencer's internal organs and body were subjected to constant impacts of tremendous force in countless exchanges with his opponent, vaguely feeling a stinging pain and a decline in strength.

Even though the paladin possessed the ability of self-recovery and healing, allowing Spencer to survive countless battles like an unkillable cockroach, relentlessly wearing down his opponents, this time, his once-unfailing healing and recovery abilities did not seem to provide Spencer with much sense of security.

Fortunately, his opponent had to face not only him but also the knights and cavalrymen who had formed small formations and were attacking from all directions, which, although not very effective, did help him share some of the pressure.

Boom!

Another heavy blow was blocked by Spencer, but the price was that Spencer's legs carved out two deep gullies on the hard ground of the trade route. By the time he stabilized himself, his calves were already embedded directly beneath the ground, while his opponent was still able to effortlessly annihilate an entire cavalry squad, with a rain of blood rising into the sky, forming a bloody curtain.

A white, holy light rose from the ground. The previously battered, blood-spewing knights and cavalry warriors bathed in this divine radiance, their injuries visibly recovering. Pope Liszt inserted his scepter into the ground, and a divine tome hovered in front of him, its pages automatically turning, in conjunction with Liszt's casting prayers. The high-level divine spell, a group healing, soothed the injuries of the warriors and gave them new life.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared above the heads of several powerful enemies, striking down upon these formidable foes who were charging through the cavalry lines. Although they each made attempts to block and dodge, the lightning clung to their weapons like a nimble creature, landing on the bodies of these unknown powerhouses. Immediately, a burning, stinging sensation in the soul assailed their minds, causing their movements to momentarily halt, and their opponents seized this golden opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

After a flurry of activity, the powerful enemies regained the initiative and once again launched attacks towards their respective targets.

Holy light continued to brew. In addition to the initial War Cry blessing, the Lionheart Kingdom and War Church warriors had several more layers of group blessing divine spells. As a follower of a deity who controlled the power of war, Liszt's ability to buff the team was simply heaven-defying.

Holy Light Sacrifice!

Intense holy light bloomed on the ground. Any creature that stepped on the ground, as long as it was marked by Liszt's divine spell, would experience various effects. Members of the friendly forces who had been blessed by the divine spell were bathed in the holy light, and their consumed stamina and energy were slowly recovering, and the injuries left on their bodies were gradually healing; while the powerhouses and members of the Rose Thorn Knights who had been weakened by his attacking divine spells and negative divine spells were constantly being drained of stamina and energy under the holy light, causing their strength to be continuously weakened.

Divine Light!

A golden sun appeared in the void, and at intervals, beams of divine light descended from the sky, the power of which was at least comparable to a 7th-level magic spell, constantly bombarding the enemy powerhouses on the ground, delaying their attacks.

It wasn't until a masked cleric wearing a gray divine robe and holding a large crystal skull appeared in the distance, also unleashing his unique domain within this maze-locked area, that the domain powers of the two Saint-level powerhouses overlapped and eroded each other, which allowed the offensive that had just shown signs of decline to reinvigorate itself.

"Who exactly is it?"

Stavan, who was forced to lead the Knights in an attack, now stared intently with his tiger eyes at the suddenly appearing Saint-level existence. The domain power displayed by the other party was somewhat familiar, very similar to the domains displayed by the successive Saints of the Suffering Church, but he could not sense any familiar scent from the other party's aura.

If Stavan had been somewhat suspicious and wary of these companions who had suddenly emerged from the enemy's ranks, then now, as the newly arrived Saint unleashed his domain power, and feeling the domain's protection and blessing upon himself, Stavan's doubts had been mostly dispelled.

The only thing that made him curious was the identity of this Saint before him. Could it be a hidden powerhouse within the Church that even a high-ranking member like him did not know about?