Green Monster Epic

Chapter 828: Loyalty Unto Death

After five days and five nights of fierce fighting in Newens, it was difficult to find any human army with more than a thousand soldiers.

Although there were still sporadic small-scale skirmishes, as the Wilderness Warriors swept through the entire city with a scorched-earth policy, such battles gradually decreased.

"Surrender!"

Allen, with a single sword strike, felled Plank, the Grand Marshal of the Rose Duchy, and surprisingly extended an olive branch to him.

This powerful human before him clearly had the opportunity to abandon the soldiers in the city and flee south like other strong individuals, but he stubbornly chose not to make such a decision.

Instead, he chose to resist the Allied Forces of the Wilderness to the death, together with the warriors he commanded.

Now, this human legion of over two thousand soldiers, backed against the southeastern corner of the city, was the last organized resistance force in the outer city of Newens.

Out of cherishment for the lives of the Wilderness Allied Forces soldiers, and also out of respect for the human enemy before him, Allen had Aaron and the others withdraw the troops attacking the remaining human forces.

Instead, he personally led a group of legendary powerhouses to surround the enemy, preparing to launch a final extermination.

"Spare your breath, come on!"

Plank was ready to die, his expression very calm, as he coldly shouted at Allen.

If he were a little younger, Plank might have made other choices, but now, at over three hundred years old, he might appear young on the surface, but in reality, his remaining lifespan was at most only a few decades.

Even if he escaped the royal capital, he might not achieve anything.

Since that was the case, why not leave behind a good reputation for himself and a valuable political asset for his descendants!

Moreover, having been in the position of Grand Marshal of the Duchy for over a hundred years, if he didn't have a genuine and unwavering belief in loyalty to the Duchy and the royal family, he could have long become a feudal lord of the Duchy and sidelined King Johnson.

There was no other way; pursuing justice and upholding knightly faith were the cornerstones of Plank's advancement to legend.

If he betrayed this faith and path, it would prove that he had personally destroyed his belief, and his legendary strength would collapse instantly at best, or he would die on the spot at worst.

Allen originally wanted to persuade him further, but the words reached his lips, and seeing the other's firm and indifferent eyes, he knew that it was useless to say anything more.

Since that was the case, then the best courtesy he could give the other party was to allow him to get what he wished for!

"Please be careful, I am about to attack!"

As Allen raised the Bone Cleaver, a powerful and substantial aura instantly surged violently, and the two thousand human warriors facing him immediately felt as if a heavy burden was pressing down on their hearts, their expressions uncomfortable.

However, this feeling was only momentary.

Soon, the powerful aura pressing on everyone's hearts was withdrawn by Allen, and the human warriors in the field felt a sense of relief, their expressions relaxed a little, but Plank, standing in the front row displaying his domain, inexplicably felt that the ogre's figure in front of him seemed to have become much taller, as if he was facing a behemoth, but upon closer inspection, the other party's figure had not changed at all.

Boom!

Under the activation of the Frenzy skill, Allen stepped on the ground, instantly causing the stone bricks on the ground to shatter, and his figure appeared in front of Plank, dozens of meters away, in the blink of an eye.

"Ha!!"

Plank roared, his greatsword rising resolutely from bottom to top.

At the same time, the human warriors behind him shouted a battle cry in unison, all firmly planting their feet and transmitting their power into Plank's body.

Boom!!

The shockwave directly overturned countless broken bricks and stones around them, and some human warriors could not withstand the backlash of the powerful force.

At that time, some people spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, caught by their companions who were also not feeling well.

"Hmph!"

His sword blocked, Allen did not give up.

Since he had made a move, he had never known mercy.

Following the direction of the deflected Bone Cleaver, he twisted his body and swung his arm, and the heavy sword swept over again with a whoosh.

Clang!

Although the warriors behind him helped him share the pressure, Plank was not feeling well either.

He was only a mid-level legendary powerhouse.

Faced with an attack from a demigod or a saint-level powerhouse, his body and internal organs were also suffering from shocks, and a feeling of depression faintly surged in his chest, presumably from some internal injuries.

Before he could adjust his breath, the opponent launched another fierce attack.

With no place to hide, Plank stubbornly held on, his temples throbbing, and parried with another sword.

"Puff!!"

The greatsword in his hand almost slipped out, but fortunately, Plank held it tightly in the end.

The congestion in his chest could not be suppressed, and as he spat out a mouthful of old blood, he also heard the sounds of many human warriors spitting blood and falling to the ground behind him.

With Allen taking a few steps back with the Bone Cleaver to dissipate the force, the muscles on his arm swelled up, and he raised the heavy sword over his head again, tensing his legs and leaping forward to slash again.

Boom!!

A wave of dust rose from the ground, and when the dust settled, hundreds of the two thousand human warriors at the corner of the wall had fallen sparsely, and even Marshal Plank himself in front was kneeling on one knee, painfully supporting himself with the greatsword stuck in the ground, preventing himself from falling.

The Wilderness powerhouses and warriors watching and adopting a defensive posture around them had different expressions, but they all had a little more respect for the remaining human forces who were still persevering.

Sky Cleaver!!

The human soldiers were miserable, but Allen, after his body functions recovered, used a deadly move again to slash at the team in front of him, as if the enemy in front of him was very powerful.

In fact, in his eyes, an army led by knights was even easier to deal with than ordinary high-level legendary powerhouses, because high-level legendary powerhouses at least knew how to dodge and deflect, but a legion would mostly just resist head-on when facing powerhouses, with little room for maneuver.

Under normal circumstances, a legion of generals cooperating with a legendary knight commander would mostly not suffer losses and would even take advantage, because an entire army would share the pressure and energy shock for the knight, while their opponent was a powerful being who could fight against the entire army with his own strength, which would infinitely magnify the shortcomings of legion warfare and turn them into a sandbag under Allen's blade.

And Allen's respect for his opponent turned into action, which was that even if the opponent's strength was not as good as his, he would go all out and relentlessly launch an attack on him until the final victory or defeat was determined.

Boom!!

The ground trembled violently again, and even the city wall behind the human army had countless stones falling off.

When the dust settled, more than half of this group of human warriors had fallen, and the remaining half were just lingering.

Retreating less than three meters, Allen pushed his left leg back, stopping his retreat while slightly bending his knees, and then lunging forward again with force.

Plank, who was spitting out blood, looked dim, but just as Allen's heavy sword was about to hit him, he suddenly exerted force, ignoring his own safety, and took Allen's heart with his long sword, intending to exchange his life for another.

Clang!

Allen flicked his wrist, changing the direct chop to a diagonal sweep, deflecting the other's greatsword on the spot, and then smashed the hilt of the sword against the other's face.

Crack!

The sound of bone shattering rang out, but Plank did not fall into a coma.

The hands holding the sword abandoned control of the greatsword, and opened his arms to embrace Allen directly.

A strong energy fluctuation rose from a magic item that suddenly appeared in Plank's hand, and Plank's eyes revealed a few traces of smugness.

Crack! Crack!

Allen was not flustered in the face of danger.

The muscles in his body suddenly swelled, easily propping open Plank's tightly bound arms, and taking advantage of the fact that the power of the dangerous magic item had not yet been revealed, he lifted his foot upwards, sending the human commander, who had only half his life left, flying into the sky.

Seeing this with the last trace of clear consciousness, Plank smashed the head-sized magic item held in his right hand over.

In the blink of an eye, the item exploded less than three meters from the center of Allen and Plank.

Buzz!!

A massive spatial black hole instantly appeared, greedily devouring the surrounding air and objects. Its powerful suction engulfed countless human soldiers, their fates unknown, from the ground.

Plank was the first to be swallowed, and Allen had also temporarily disappeared, seemingly annihilated by the spatial black hole. However, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared within the black hole, transforming into a dazzling crimson radiance that sliced the three-to-four-meter diameter, ever-expanding black hole in two.

Boom!

A gigantic mushroom cloud billowed upwards. The interconnected foundations of the disaster-ridden royal city were once again plunged into a massive earthquake. A figure, along with the crimson light, pierced through the black hole, creating a deafening explosion, and soared from the mushroom cloud's apex.

Whoosh!

The figure ascended to its highest point before rapidly plummeting, accelerating as it fell. The dark-gold heavy sword transformed into a blazing inferno.

Boom!

Before the previous shockwave subsided, another arose. The last remaining human warriors in the southeast corner, along with this enormous explosion, perished and merged with the ruined earth.

The bear earth spirit, revealing its true form, bore black dragon scales and traces of magical erosion on its exposed skin. Although it appeared somewhat disheveled, its inherent majesty remained undiminished. It slowly retrieved the heavy sword from the ground and sheathed it on its back.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The surrounding wilderness soldiers roared in shared glory, their eyes filled with激动 and excitement, their voices lingering.

With the end of this brilliant solo performance, the last human army outside Newens' outer city was vanquished. Now, what lay before everyone was the inner city, protected by the myslock. As the centaurs and wilderness legions began their probing attacks to deplete the myslock's energy, ripples surged across its surface.

Allen also joined the attack on the myslock, but he did not display his divine power form. Instead, he acted in normal combat mode. With the Fury skill activated, the Dragon Might magic effect in place, and a series of divine buffs applied, Allen's combat power was not much weaker than his divine power state. Perhaps the biggest difference was that this state could not be sustained for long, lasting only about fifteen minutes.

Standing in the void, Allen took a deep breath. The divine light of the Bone Cleaver sword receded. As Allen raised it high, it seemed as if the entire world had frozen beneath his blade.

"Open!"

Allen roared, and the greatsword, seemingly slow but actually swift, slashed at the myslock before him. The space where the blade passed was compressed and distorted, almost shattering.

This was only the spatial collapse caused by the slight leakage of energy from the blade, not Allen's deliberate attempt to tear space. It was evident how much enormous energy was contained within the blade.

Boom!

The heavy greatsword's weight-enhancing special effect was maximized. The force of over two thousand pounds, combined with Allen's physical strength, displayed a devastating power that even ordinary legendary powerhouses would find difficult to match, not to mention the massive amount of rage contained within the blade.

The shockwave rapidly spread outwards. The egg-shaped myslock shield was forced inwards at least forty meters by Allen's slash. Then, because the force was not enough to tear the shield, Allen himself was flung back by the powerful recoil, stopping only four hundred meters away.

At the same time, the ground shook like an earthquake. Countless wilderness warriors lost their footing and fell clumsily to the ground, only to get up amidst the laughter of their comrades when the ground gradually calmed down.

Looking back at the myslock shield, huge ripples surged across its surface, but it remained intact. Although he had expected it, Allen was still somewhat disappointed at this sight.

On the other hand, the wilderness soldiers below, now looked up at Allen with eyes filled with admiration, awe, and other emotions. After all, the combined power of their legion of over ten thousand men, concentrated on knights like Allen and 奥从, was still not as great as that of this bear earth spirit.

Apart from Kairon, who had not yet attacked, none of the other powerhouses' attacks on the myslock had produced such a strong reaction as Allen's, which naturally verified the enormity of Allen's destructive power.

Breaking the myslock was a war of attrition. Each attack by the wilderness soldiers on the myslock was a depletion of the energy stored within it. The person controlling the myslock core could also replenish the energy consumed by adding gems, magic materials, and so on. In the end, it all depended on whether the existence sealed within the myslock was wealthy enough and whether the attacking enemies outside were strong enough.

Of course, this was not absolute. The most powerful myslock shield in the Forgotten Realms would still find it difficult to withstand a full-force strike from a deity. However, finding the master of such a powerful attack in the Forgotten Realms was not an easy task.

Allen shook his arm. The recoil from just now was a bit much even for his powerful body. Through this attack, he could feel that the myslock before him was not so easy to break, especially since a large part of the force he had applied to the myslock had been transferred to the entire city's foundation. The myslock itself did not bear much of the force.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Concentrate your attacks on the myslock! This will maximize the consumption of the myslock's energy!"

The myslock was not something rare, especially for the major forces. It was a necessity, and its advantages and disadvantages were naturally well-known. However, each myslock had certain differences depending on its spell model, magic items, and layout.

After some probing, Allen and the others had gained some understanding of the characteristics of this myslock. After some discussion, they came up with a more effective method.

A dozen powerhouses, with Allen at the core, formed a circle in the air. Yogg and two or three other spellcasters had already begun chanting spells, preparing their most powerful magic. The other powerhouses were waiting for the spellcasters' magic attacks to launch their attacks in coordination.

On the ground, teams of wilderness warriors and centaurs were arranged in formations, channeling their surging energy through the field spread beneath their feet and transmitting it to the knight commanders in front, waiting for the attack signal from the powerhouses above!

"Attack!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Boom boom boom!

Just as the spellcasters' magic struck the surface of the myslock, Allen roared and unleashed his heavy sword first. The other powerhouses responded skillfully. A dozen attacks, along with the attacks from the legions on the ground, landed on the shield almost simultaneously.

Under such an attack, the oval shield, like a sandbag, twisted, squeezed, and deformed crazily. The ground trembled violently, countless houses collapsed before everyone's eyes, and huge cracks extended outwards from the inner city's ground, bottomless.

The human soldiers on the inner city walls, who were waiting in full battle array, were terrified by the sight above and on the ground, their faces pale. They were now like turtles in a jar. Once this only myslock was broken, they would have nowhere to escape.

King Johnson in the royal palace looked grim, filled with regret. If he had known it would be like this, he should not have listened to the advice of the aides around him and instead taken the queen, princes, and princesses to evacuate south.

They said that staying in the inner city could at least boost morale, and that once the myslock was activated, there would be no safer place. When the human army already on the road arrived, everything would turn from danger to safety.

But the reality was that he had now become a turtle in a jar. Even if he wanted to escape now, he could not. Looking at the terrifying scene in the sky, King Johnson really did not have much confidence in the inner city's myslock device.