Green Monster Epic

In Green Lake City, the trembling goblins and foreign visitors gradually felt the invincible pressure from the spiritual level slowly receding. Some couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, while others cautiously peeked out from their hiding places, looking up at the colorful cloud that had dyed the sky.

More than a dozen breaths passed after Allen rushed into the cloud. The colorful cloud gradually calmed down, and no more magic shot out from it.

Just as Coeur, concerned about her teacher, was preparing to rush forward to test the cloud's solidity, a majestic goblin phantom suddenly appeared deep within the cloud, nearly a hundred meters tall.

Although the phantom's face was blurred, everyone spontaneously had the same thought: it must represent Allen, who had rushed into the cloud and disappeared.

The only solid and lifelike features of the phantom were its pair of golden eyes, as bright and pure as the moon in the sky or the rising sun, filled with endless majesty and solemnity. Even a sage like Da Vinci dared not meet its gaze.

The phantom grabbed the cloud with both hands, and the vast and dangerous cloud transformed in his hands like a lump of dough, constantly changing shape and contracting inward, as if a sponge was being squeezed of its water.

The cloud gradually condensed, and the phantom shrank proportionally. Finally, the huge cloud transformed into a solid, colorful lump of soft mud in Allen's hand, not much bigger than a basketball.

The surrounding space rippled constantly in the eyes of the crowd, echoing Allen's movements as he kneaded the soft mud. In the perception of the strong, these seemingly inconspicuous ripples were actually a series of natural energy elements with different attributes being released outwards.

Po! Po! Po...

Allen's face was calm and focused. If someone were to assassinate him at this moment, they might actually take his life.

Because at this moment, he was fully activating the Food God Domain, refining the magic aggregate in his hand, which was mixed with countless different attributes, removing the dross and retaining the essence.

When Allen rushed into the cloud, he had a sudden inspiration to apply the techniques of cooking ingredients to this invisible and terrifying magic cloud, which was gathered by the magic tide.

At first, he just wanted to try, but he didn't expect that his bold idea, combined with the control of his Food God Domain, would actually gradually calm the magic cloud, which was constantly detonating and launching countless powerful magic attacks against him.

Since the idea was correct, Allen naturally didn't hesitate to put it into action. As the magic cloud was gradually controlled by his methods, he later didn't know how to end it.

Until he thought of the six dishes he had already finished, he suddenly had an idea.

Seemingly casually kneading and slapping the cloud in his hand, Allen was actually using the techniques of processing ingredients, dispersing the different magic elements he considered useless and returning them to nature.

Finally, the soft mud-like cloud was kneaded by Allen into a long stick. The stick clearly showed six different colors. Then, Allen put his index and middle fingers together like scissors and neatly cut the six different colored connections. Six spheres emitting a halo floated and rotated in front of Allen.

The six spheres were different in color. One was crimson red like blood, with an invisible flame burning on its surface. One was a pure water ball. One was a white mist-like sphere that seemed to have no substance. One was an earthy yellow and heavy.

In the eyes of legendary spellcasters like Da Vinci, these six spheres represented the condensation of the six purest magical energies: red for fire, transparent for water, orange-yellow for earth, dazzling white for electricity, tender green for wood, and misty for wind.

Some people's eyes revealed greed. If they could find a way to absorb the substantial magic energy in Allen's hands, it might immediately help them break through their current rank and advance to a higher level.

However, after their eyes lingered for a moment on the extraordinary and unimaginable means and abilities of the Sage Goblin, these strong men felt as if they had drunk a cup of ice water, and their hearts were clear and calm. Those greedy thoughts were once again deeply suppressed in their minds.

After kneading and slapping the six spheres, each a little smaller than a fist, in his hands, until they were even smaller, only the size of ping-pong balls, Allen finally satisfiedly withdrew the divine power constantly flowing through his body.

At this time, Allen's entire body, including his cheeks, was covered with sweat, and his body also sent back waves of weakness. This seemingly calm action actually consumed more energy than Allen's three-day and three-night battle with the avatar of the gods.

Even the seeds of faith, which had transformed into planets in his vortex of rage, now appeared dim and dull, rotating much more slowly. The vast power of faith gathered and collected from the high praises of his clansmen and the focused cooking of the chefs was also lost a lot in this cooking.

With a swoop, Allen brought the six spheres, shimmering with magical halos, directly in front of the six dishes he had already prepared. He picked up each of the spheres, which were constantly rotating in front of him and becoming as crystal clear as crystal, and his fingers skillfully kneaded them into decorations of different styles and placed them on top of the dishes.

Buzz!!

The dishes once again stirred up waves of magic, but this time, before it could erupt, Allen forcibly used the power of the Food God Domain to forcibly imprison the magic that was about to be released back into the ingredients, and only a little colorful mist spontaneously emerged on the ingredients, constantly lingering around them.

Just as Allen was putting the finishing touches on his dishes, the Green Field clansmen and foreign visitors, who had been hiding in their homes and fortifications, had already crowded the walls again.

Some mages even cast flight spells, and druids transformed into birds to fly into the sky, just to catch a glimpse of the great patriarch's stunning work.

Just now, when Allen resolved the crisis, hundreds of thousands of clansmen and guests in Green Lake City had already walked out of their rooms and happened to see Allen's mighty and invincible phantom and his subsequent incredible and miraculous methods.

Regardless of whether everyone's vision was broad and profound enough to understand the great power contained behind Allen's actions, just Allen's powerful and beautiful techniques made it difficult for people to forget this scene, and they would always be able to clearly recall what they saw and heard today.

"Huff!!"

Allen let out a long breath of turbid air. A little anger circulated around his body, and the sweat on his body quickly evaporated, restoring clarity and freedom to his whole body.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly surged overhead, and a darkness instantly enveloped the space where Allen was. Facing this scene, Allen raised his hand without thinking and slashed directly, and the dark golden Bone Splitter appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

"How dare you!!"