Green Monster Epic

The night gradually transitioned from darkness to dawn. Imperceptibly, a day and night had passed, and the dishes prepared by the contestants of the Green Lake City Culinary Competition were finally starting to come out of the pot one after another.

The final twenty-nine contestants, each with different expressions, put down the cooking utensils in their hands, adorning the perfect and beautiful tableware with their delicacies.

Just as they were about to raise their heads to announce their completion, a dangerous aura, as intense as a raging storm, came from above, immediately pulling the chefs, who were still immersed in cooking, back to reality.

One by one, their faces instantly turned pale and green.

Only then did they discover that the spectators, who had previously surrounded their competition venue as densely as ants, had long since disappeared, replaced by teams of fully armed Green Field elite warriors, blessed by the Knight's Domain, solemnly looking up at the sky.

Particularly conspicuous was the colossal dragon, as red as blood and exuding an ancient aura, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Black Pearl's exquisite beauty, Matriarch Penny Lai, and the four pillars of the wilderness, each solemnly gazing at the ever-changing, gorgeous, dreamlike, yet absolutely dangerous, colorful clouds above their heads.

They were in no mood to watch Allen's cooking below.

On the city walls, a group of envoys from the Natural Temple Church exchanged glances with each other, intangible information traveling through their tacit understanding.

In the unnoticed shadow plane, several figures who had received instructions were quietly feeling their way to advantageous positions in the city.

As the darkest moment before dawn arrived, Allen finally completed the last step of his six dishes, incorporating the fine crystals left over after the giant stone stalactite was absorbed into the rich, golden soup in the pot.

With the addition of the crystal powder, a cloud of earth-yellow halo immediately rippled in the thick soup, and then, under Allen's swift movements, a golden thread was evenly scattered among the six different dishes on the table.

Whoosh!

Colorful rays of light soared into the sky, a result of the magic of more than a dozen legendary ingredients being stimulated to the extreme, ultimately forming a strong, visible magic escape phenomenon, which, like swallows returning to their nests, flew towards the colorful clouds above their heads.

With the addition of this powerful magic, the colorful clouds, which already exuded a strong threatening aura, instantly became dazzling, directly dispelling the darkness within a radius of dozens of miles around Green Lake City.

Along with the light, a powerful aura, far surpassing that of a legendary powerhouse, even a demigod, enveloped the entire Green Lake City.

Whether asleep or awake, everyone in the city was trembling in sturdy buildings and fortifications.

Instinct, derived from their very nature, constantly reminded them to flee, but even moving a finger was a luxury, let alone running away!

The tens of thousands of Green Field elite warriors around the city walls of the competition district, who had just retreated from the front lines, were also swaying constantly, their burly bodies straining as they desperately resisted the heavy pressure from above, like an巍峨大山mountain looming over them.

At this moment, the only thing on their minds was to protect the safety of the great patriarch who was cooking in the city, even if they all died.

No one would have thought that a joyful and grand celebration would ultimately end in such a scene.

Even the six or seven demigod-level powerhouses, led by Da Vinci, and dozens of legendary-level powerhouses, were working together to contend with the aura of the colorful cloud above, but they were barely holding their own.

At the tip of Da Vinci's staff, a ball of fire was burning, its color changing from orange-red to dark blue, pale yellow, and incandescent.

Each time the color changed, the magic aura of the fireball doubled, and when the fireball seemed like the sun, making it impossible to look directly at, spatial cracks, appearing and disappearing from time to time, emerged around the basketball-sized fireball.

The other powerhouses were also prepared, each holding their handy weapons in their hands, their bodies slowly circulating with surging energy, all gathering momentum, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Just as Allen's dishes were completed below the city, the cloud in the sky finally moved, and dozens of magic spells of different attributes suddenly spewed out from the cloud, heading straight for Allen's competition venue on the ground.

A speck of dust, initially as thin as dust, expanded several times when it left the cloud, turning into an earth-yellow broad bean.

Falling less than a meter further down, the broad bean turned into a basketball.

By the time it fell from the sky, hundreds of meters high, in front of Figglas and the others, it was already a mountain range as vast as the丘 hill in the center of Green Lake City, crashing down directly and without any embellishment.

Roar!

Figglas, the ancient dragon, now less than one-tenth the size of the mountain range, raised his head and spat a light blue dragon breath onto the base of the mountain range.

Under the powerful magic impact, the downward trend of the mountain range was finally delayed.

At the same time, Figglas spread his wings and crashed head-on into the gradually crystallizing bottom of the mountain range, forcibly lifting the massive mountain range and slowly flying it into the distance.

Ding ding ding!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As the mountain range moved away, countless ice arrows, more powerful than high-level heavy sniper archers, rained down.

Dozens of legendary powerhouses took action one after another, wielding their weapons and slashing across the area, crushing the crystal-clear ice arrows into powder, but the ubiquitous ice arrows were like a torrential rain, finding breakthroughs in the powerhouses' offensives, leaving spots of white, even streaks of blood, on their bodies.

Teams of goblin warriors holding heavy shields jumped up one after another below the city, desperately intercepting the remaining ice arrows.

The collision of shields and ice arrows created a rapid melody, interspersed with the howls of injured comrades.

Orange, dark blue, white flames, thick white and swift lightning, strange yet strangely scented green liquid...

The huge cloud above had transformed into a saint-level caster's cannon, all kinds of magic spells, each with power no less than a legendary-level powerhouse's strike, fell one after another, causing a group of powerhouses in the sky to panic.

A stern look flashed in Da Vinci's eyes, and the incandescent white fireball on his staff, which had gradually shrunk from the size of a basketball to the size of a fist, floated towards the cloud in the sky at the thought of the Kobold Saint.

And when the fireball was released, Da Vinci's own aura also paused slightly, weakening a bit.

While re-casting spells to intercept the various types of magic above his head, Da Vinci focused his attention on the white fireball he had put all his efforts into, waiting for it to deliver a fatal blow to the dangerous cloud above.

Although he knew that master craftsmen and alchemists, when creating an extremely excellent work, would often resonate with the will of the Feynman world due to the sudden emergence of the work, thereby causing a magic tide, and Da Vinci had also witnessed such a scene, the huge and dangerous magic tide like today was also unheard of by Da Vinci.

Perhaps only when a few master-forged artifacts left over from the Feynman world were born would there be such a terrifying scene!