Green Monster Epic

The human powerhouses ultimately suffered another defeat, each using their own methods to escape the royal capital they were supposed to protect.

Even Maccaro, the head of the Dawn Church stationed in the Rose Duchy, along with the several human powerhouses who assisted him in containing the Keron avatar, had no choice but to flee south in dismay after the situation became irreversible.

There was no way around it; the magic lock rising within the inner city prevented Maccaro and the others from staying to defend the royal capital, and even the divine domain that the temple had yet to terminate was restricted to the area covered by the inner city's magic lock due to its activation.

At this time, staying in the outer city and fighting alongside Planck and the others would be tragic, but it was more likely that they would be completely trapped in the royal city by the combined forces of the wasteland powerhouses and their legion warriors.

The longer the lifespan of a powerhouse above the legendary rank, the more they cherish their lives. Although the war within the city did not seem hopeless for the human legions, the legendary powerhouses who cherished their lives each had their own plans, and their loyalty to the duchy was only limited to not putting themselves in danger.

Especially after witnessing the bear goblin powerhouse single-handedly fighting seven or eight human powerhouses at the same time, and even instantly killing a demigod shield warrior who was extremely powerful in the eyes of the human powerhouses, the huge gap in strength made everyone feel a bit of fear and trepidation.

Who could guarantee that they would not have to fight this overly strong bear goblin in the upcoming battle? Who had the confidence to safely retreat from the opponent's absolutely powerful attack?

Under the weight of various concerns and worries, the already somewhat disunited human powerhouses ultimately made their own choices with their feet. First, a portion scrambled to flee south without looking back, and then the remaining portion hesitated whether to stay and defend the royal capital, advancing and retreating together with the royal capital's garrison. After some deliberation, several more powerhouses followed in the footsteps of the fleeing human powerhouses.

The last three or four human powerhouses who remained had ashen faces, both angry at the betrayal of their companions and saddened by the pessimistic outlook for the future of the royal capital.

Without the containment of the human powerhouses, this group of wasteland powerhouses could then join forces with the wasteland army to more quickly tear apart and break through the human garrison's positions, and the fall of Newens Royal City seemed to have become a foregone conclusion.

The successive departures of the human powerhouses also darkened the mood of the commanding generals such as Planck, who were fighting in the city. They were different from the powerhouses who fought individually. The place where knights could exert their greatest effect was still on the battlefield, and which commander who could reach their current position did not have a family behind them that needed to rely on the Rose Duchy to thrive.

If even they abandoned the duchy at this time and gave up the duchy's army, which still had considerable combat power, then even if the Dawn Empire's reinforcements arrived in time after the end of this great war and rescued the royal family, the Rose Duchy would actually be nearly dead in name.

It must be known that the 300,000-strong army currently protecting the royal capital, of which 200,000 are the duchy's most elite main force. Without this army behind them to support the rule of the royal family, the several southern provinces of the Rose Duchy would probably become the territory of local tyrants and would no longer be subject to the royal family's control.

Although there is still a 50,000-strong elite force within the inner city's magic lock that is truly most loyal to King Johnson and the royal family, the existence of this army at most allows King Johnson and the royal family to continue to control the area within a few hundred miles of the royal capital as its core, remaining the king in name only.

It's just that such a territory, which is at most comparable to the fief of a duchy's earl, how will it support this permanent army of 50,000 in the future? Could it still be expected that the other provinces will pay taxes?

Therefore, this army in the royal capital has an extremely important impact on the future rule of the duchy, and Planck, who is still loyal to the Rose Duchy and not to King Johnson, could not possibly allow the situation to develop towards the worst outcome.

At least Planck still wanted to try his best to see if a miracle would happen.

With the arrival of the powerhouses in the sky, the morale of the wasteland army rose once again. Even though the wasteland powerhouses who had fallen behind the ranks were not taking action at this time, but were quietly licking their wounds from the previous fierce battle and recovering their strength, it still made the wasteland warriors fighting in front feel at ease and proud.

After the human powerhouses fled, Allen stopped the state of mental resonance, because he found that the longer the time of the fight, the slower the speed at which the power of faith spewed out from his seed of belief also tended to decrease, which perhaps indirectly reflected that the power of faith he had accumulated over the years did not seem to be as much as he had imagined.

The biggest goal of this fight had already been achieved, and Allen did not need to continue to consume the mysterious power of faith to do the useless work of chasing and killing human powerhouses. After all, if the other party was determined to escape, even if he chased after them, it would take a lot of time to gain something, and the pros and cons might not necessarily be worth it.

On the contrary, he had killed a large number of powerhouses this time, as well as the diamond puppet with the strength of a quasi-demigod. Their spoils of war were still on the battlefield and had not been collected. If others took advantage of it, it would not be worth it.

Even if the strength that he had shown now made people awe-inspiring, in the face of利益, the wasteland powerhouses would not be humble to Allen because of this. Being able to greedily embezzle one or two pieces of legendary equipment or materials would be a considerable gain.

Fortunately, the powerhouses who came this time from the Thorns Ring team accounted for a large proportion of the team members, and having them help Allen keep an eye on the spoils of war could make people feel a little more at ease.

Following the position he remembered before, Allen rummaged through a pile of corpses and ruins to find the diamond puppet whose core power source he had broken, and there was a bit more joy in his eyes.

Human civilization was too wealthy. A mere duchy could mobilize three powerful diamond puppets for its own use, while in Mansa City, Allen didn't even know that such powerful magic tools existed.

Although the core power source was damaged, and due to the characteristics of the diamond material itself, a large part of the body in front of and behind it was covered with dense cracks. If one wanted to restore it to its state and become a controllable and powerful aid, the cost would be unbearable for ordinary powerhouses, but Allen was still very happy to have one more trophy.

If this diamond puppet could be repaired, coupled with the gold essence magic statue that Moore Fortress could now use, the Green Field Tribe would already be able to face the threat of any force without fear in terms of top powerhouses.

Compared to improving his personal weapons and equipment, Allen, this bear goblin, still did not change his character and preferred trophies that could bring improvement to his tribe.

After admiring this broken puppet that was almost the same size as himself, Allen carefully put it into his bag, and then went to look for the corpses of the human legends who had been killed by him near the West City.

On the city wall of West City, the human army was still fighting bravely. However, the wilderness warriors feigning an attack outside the city had already changed their attack direction and entered the city from the north, leaving only a small force to contain the enemies on the wall.

At this moment, Allen, who was walking alone on the battlefield, did not have any attacks daring to fall in front of him, until Allen finally harvested the spoils left by the legendary corpse, and then left calmly.

"Our greatest contributor has finally returned!"

Nearly a quarter of Newensburg had been occupied by the wilderness powerhouses, so there was no fear of not finding a suitable place for the legendary figures who had been fighting fiercely for two days to rest.

Following the aura of the powerhouses, Allen found a manor that had not been destroyed where they were resting and recuperating. The first to greet him was the incarnation of Kahron, who was lying prostrate on a soft couch to recuperate, with a noble and eye-catching temperament.

"Your Majesty is joking with me. In front of you, no one deserves the title of meritorious service."

Allen smiled modestly and waved his hand in reply.

Although in this siege, judging from the actual results, Kahron's incarnation had not killed as many powerhouses as Allen, everyone understood that he alone had held back two demigod powerhouses, two quasi-demigod puppets, and three legendary peak spellcasters. In terms of quality, it was almost equivalent to the entire human powerhouse team fighting against the wilderness powerhouses.

If he hadn't been sitting in town under this city, this siege would not have gone so smoothly, let alone allowing the plan to proceed without any changes. It only took two or three days to break through such a large royal city.

Although the war was far from over, not to mention the inner city's magic network that could contend against the attacks of the gods, even the remaining human army in the city would probably take a few days to finally secure the victory.

"This is not a joke, it's just stating a fact."

Samuel, the legendary ranger of the Centaur tribe, was seriously injured at this time. Although after treatment, he could still see the scars under his broken armor, as well as the newly grown tender red skin.

If Allen hadn't arrived in time, Samuel would probably not have been able to hold on for long, and would likely have become the third wilderness powerhouse to fall.

"This is all I should do, no need to be polite."

Allen waved his hand, and then asked Kahron's incarnation with a serious expression: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Aaron, Orcon, and Ahmad and the others, these commanders, were now sitting in the front line, even personally leading the team to fight, and had no spare energy to greet Allen and the others. Therefore, this group of powerhouses who had no tasks for the time being were waiting for an authoritative figure to assign them tasks.

And among these dozen or so powerhouses, only Kahron's incarnation and Allen were the only ones who dared not question or object to what they said.

Out of politeness and strength comparison, Allen still took the initiative to ask Kahron's incarnation for advice, asking Him to give the task.

"You can handle the rest of the matter yourselves, I won't get involved!"

Kahron leaned listlessly on the armrest of the soft couch. After saying this, he began to close his eyes and recuperate.

The incarnation of this god seemed relaxed, but Allen did not know that behind this relaxed and leisurely appearance, he was engaging in a silent contest with the will of the Faerûn world. In a short period of time, he basically had no basis to act again, otherwise, what awaited him was that this incarnation, along with His great consciousness, would be sent back to the endless starry sky.

Allen's expression was calm. After confirming that this incarnation of the god was indeed not interested in taking the next step, he no longer hesitated.

"Can everyone still fight?"

"No problem!"

"Yes!"

The recovery power of legendary powerhouses far exceeded that of ordinary warriors. Although it was only a short break of three or four magic hours, most of the legendary figures had recovered to about 70-80%, leaving only two or three who were indeed seriously injured, such as Samuel, who would probably not be able to fight for several days or half a month.

"Then let's go help the soldiers on the front line, end the battle as soon as possible, and prepare to wear down the magic network. It would be best to catch the King of the Rose Principality, and even if we can't catch him, we must intercept the treasures hidden in their national treasury!"

"Okay!"

Hearing Allen say this, a group of powerhouses couldn't help but rub their fists and palms, eager to try.

The human kingdom was much richer than their wilderness tribes. The knowledge and books inherited were probably comparable to the treasures of a church in the Temple of Nature. If they could really empty the national treasury of the Rose Principality, then for the dozen or so powerhouses present, the risks they took in this expedition would be worth it.

Especially Nicol, the ogre, stared at Allen with burning eyes. Like Allen, he was most interested in things that could enhance the heritage of the tribe. If he could capture more inheritances and professional books in this expedition, then the future development of his Wildheart tribe would be even more promising.

The most important point was that the grand blueprint Allen was depicting for them now seemed not difficult to achieve. As long as everyone could work hard and make more effort, they would be closer to the goal.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Even legendary figures had weaknesses. Allen mobilized the emotions of many unruly powerhouses who were somewhat slack with just a few words.

Without Allen saying anything more, except for the few powerhouses with more serious injuries, the other powerhouses walked out of the manor room and flew towards the still fighting battlefield ahead, leaving Allen behind.

Allen shook his head, slightly saluted Kahron on the soft couch, and then walked out of the manor gate. He stepped on the ground and flew into the sky.

"This guy's tricks are not bad!"

Just as Allen left the manor, Kahron's incarnation, who had been keeping his eyes closed, reopened his eyes, looked towards Allen's invisible direction, muttered to himself, and then slowly closed his eyes again, continuing to compete with the will of the Faerûn world.

Flying in the sky, seeing a group of powerhouses like wolves entering a flock of sheep, directly smashing into a scorched main battlefield, the human army of more than 10,000 people was originally fighting fiercely with the wilderness coalition forces. Now, suddenly, several powerhouses broke into the army formation. Although the legendary human knights sitting in it could barely cope with two to three legendary figures with the cooperation of the legion, now that seven or eight powerhouses had suddenly arrived, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would be unable to cope.

Soon, the human formation began to disintegrate from the inside. The warriors of the wilderness legion seized the advantage created for them by the wilderness powerhouses, quickly tearing apart the opponent's formation to secure the victory.

After doing all this, until the wilderness army completely gained the upper hand, the legendary powerhouses echoed each other and aimed their firepower at the legendary knights in the human legion. Another siege began again.