The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1166 War Feast
The golden light of the Bone Cutter's blade retracted, and with one heavy blow, the golden divine light was split apart. The bugbear Allen's legs were suspended in the air, and he took a lunge to resist the huge impact of the magic. Until his arms holding the sword suddenly felt lighter, knowing that he had passed through the range of the magic, his arms, which had been exhausted, immediately recovered with the surging divine power, and he suddenly exerted force to thrust the heavy sword forward.

Instant kill! ! !

Divine power gushed out from the tip of the sword, and the golden cold light instantly crossed a hundred-meter space and appeared in front of the Elf Saint Helena, colliding with a translucent shield that was constantly circling outside her body.

Although she had powerful divine protection, Helena was unable to maintain her posture under the powerful impact of the instant-kill sword technique and was knocked away on the spot.

Then Alan pulled back the exhausted heavy sword, turned sideways, mobilized his divine power and injected it into the Bone Cutter, and placed the heavy and wide heavy sword beside his chest and waist, just in time to block the fierce blow from a huge and slender dragon's tail that was swinging towards the bone tumor.

clang! ! !
Alan used the force to slide ten meters to the left. As his heart beat, the new divine power spread throughout his body again. He grasped the heavy sword in both hands and slashed upward, intersecting the pair of dragon claws of the silver dragon that was chasing him relentlessly.

Ding! !

clang! ! ! !

The man and the dragon's bodies shook, and then they slid to the sides, ready to adjust their status before attacking again.

Taking this opportunity, Alan suddenly closed his eyes, and his main consciousness appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, facing each other face to face with the divine consciousness that had been maintaining independent research.

When their eyes met, the invisible thoughts were received by the divine consciousness. Then the body transformed by the divine consciousness gradually flashed with light, and finally split into wisps of mental power that floated towards Alan's main consciousness like a swallow flying to its nest. The two quickly merged into one. At the same time, a huge amount of information like a tide was instilled into the main consciousness, waiting to be digested and absorbed by him.

In the real world, Alan just blinked his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his aura had changed a lot. It was less warm and humane and more ruthless and indifferent. That was due to the impact of the huge amount of information and the infection of divine consciousness.

After actively canceling the skill of multitasking, the two consciousnesses of the same origin merged into one again. Alan's already huge mental power was more than doubled at this time, almost comparable to the mental power of a saint-level spellcaster, allowing him to control his own divine power skills more finely, and the field effect and range also increased dramatically.

"...You are all fresh meat on the chopping block! My hunger and thirst will tear your land apart, and my teeth and mortars will crush your altars!"

At this moment, the bear goblin Allen has more divinity than humanity. His green eyes have turned into bright golden color. Although every word he utters is still Feynman's universal language, it has some kind of sacred power as it floats between heaven and earth.

A ball of divine fire suddenly rose from the blade of the heavy sword Bone Cutter, and the burning flame produced invisible energy, which merged into Allen's combat field. A more complex and obscure energy quickly expanded, overlapping with the field of the female elf Helena, covering the inner city battlefield of Thorn Castle where the battle was the most intense.

"Field: War Feast!!"

A huge translucent dining table emerged in Alan's domain as Alan's majestic voice summoned it, and was attracted by the atmosphere of the battlefield filled with killing and blood, and it took the initiative to land in the most tragic battlefield somewhere in the inner city.

The soldiers of both sides were so engrossed in the battle that they had no way of noticing the arrival of the translucent dining table. Even the overlapping of their fighting figures with the table had no effect on them. It seemed that its existence was not observable by most of the soldiers.

Just as it landed steadily on the battlefield littered with corpses, it began to spontaneously absorb the energy dissipated everywhere on the battlefield, certain obsessions and thoughts left behind by souls before they dissipated, and then transformed into delicious dishes that were presented on the spacious dining table.

Whenever a dish is completely formed, it will automatically fly up from the table, and then find a battlefield where a certain number of Northern Alliance soldiers have gathered, and transform into a powerful divine spell to bless the bodies of the Northern Alliance soldiers on the battlefield.

The powerful force was integrated into the bodies of the Northern warriors who were exhausted and wounded after a long fierce battle. Their physical strength and fighting spirit quickly recovered, and their decadent fighting spirit seemed to be boosted again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Although they didn't know what was happening to them, the well-trained Northern warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce offensive, catching the elven army, which had been in a stalemate for a long time, off guard.

Before the enemy could adapt to the sudden increase in their combat effectiveness, a group of elven warriors were chopped to the ground. The elven army, which was already at a disadvantage, suffered a severe blow and could no longer compete with the warriors from the North. They were immediately killed by the enemy and fled deeper into the inner city, leaving their weapons and armor behind.

"you!!!"

Helena, who had just completed a prayer spell, had her face distorted, and her phoenix eyes glared out fierce flames in an attempt to set the bear goblin on fire.

"You said it yourself, I can imitate your behavior!!" Alan had a blank expression on his face, and a golden light rose from his heavy sword. The Saint-Slaying Sword Technique was performed in his hand without any burden at this moment. He chopped down the silver dragon that was approaching him and sent it flying on the spot. The remaining power of the sword also broke the dragon language magic it had cast.

He tapped the air lightly with his feet, and the effect of the field increased dramatically, making Allen's movement faster. As soon as his voice faded away, he had already flown fifty meters in front of Helena, and shot out with a sword as soon as he swung it to kill her instantly.

Helena's eyes narrowed with resentment. She didn't expect that the bear goblin had suppressed his strength after such a long battle. The combat power he displayed at this time was more than one or two levels stronger than before. Several protective spells outside his body were condensed on the trajectory of the instant-kill sword skill. He uttered a few magical syllables without hesitation, activating the magic of the numerous magic equipment on his body.

puff! !

Poof! ! !

Stronger mental power brought more precise control, and the changes in the battle field made the blessing stronger. Several protective magic spells shattered at the touch of the instant kill sword skill, but they also completed their mission and exhausted the instant kill sword skill.

The halo of the magic collision had not yet dissipated, but Alan's figure suddenly penetrated the cleansing energy and tore it apart, and the heavy sword slashed directly in front of Helena, who was less than three meters away, with pure physical force.

Puff!!! Puff!!!

The last few defensive magics along with the female elf's body were cut off by the heavy sword, but the feeling from the sword tip made Alan feel a little regretful. The figure in front of him was just the afterimage left by the other party. Her real body had disappeared at the moment through teleportation, and her breath appeared a thousand meters away in front of him on the left.

At this time, the silver dragon Kenny came in front of him again, and a ball of orchid ice flame opened a path to cover the space of dozens of meters around Alan. The huge body of the dragon swung its powerful front claws and followed closely behind.

Alan continued to rush forward, and after slightly circulating the divine power in his body, he turned around and rushed upward, flying more than ten meters under the terrifying power of the ice flame, and then suddenly dived down in the opposite direction. He swung out dozens of swords with the heavy sword to dispel the surging dragon breath, until he got close to the dragon, and then swept the heavy sword with great force, fearlessly confronting the dragon head-on.

Boom! ! ! !

The turbulent shock wave caused a sonic boom, which expanded outward in an instant and soon hit the soldiers of both sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground. Some soldiers scattered on the periphery who were not affected by the knight's field were immediately hit hard, their faces were hideous, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground dying, obviously affected by the residual power of the saint's fierce battle.

With just one move, nearly a thousand soldiers from both sides lost their lives. Although the cold-blooded Allen did not care about the casualties of these soldiers, he made a decision immediately after a brief analysis in his mind with absolute rationality. He rushed forward and chased the female elf a thousand meters away.

Seeing that the bugbears abandoned their companions and chased after her again, Helena could no longer play tricks and floated away while casting powerful divine spells, apparently giving up on using her own domain to bless her compatriots on the ground battlefield.

After all, she did this before because she thought that her opponent's domain control had not yet reached the level of independently activating divine power, but the facts gave her a loud slap in the face. She did not expect that this bear goblin, who had been promoted to a saint less than two hundred years ago, could actually combine his own authority with the domain to stimulate a unique effect.

Both of them can activate the divine power domain and provide powerful blessings for their own camp. The party that will benefit the most in the end must be the one that has the advantage and the largest population on the battlefield. Staying on the battlefield will put their side at a greater disadvantage. Leading the opponent back to the battlefield becomes the best option.

Alan had no objection to this. The outcome of the ground battlefield was already determined whether it had its own divine domain or not. However, a fierce battle among the saints might cause additional damage to the ground army, which would cause greater losses to the larger number of Northern soldiers. This was obviously not advisable.

Just before leaving, Alan projected his will onto the invisible dining table on the ground battlefield. He infused divine power into it to accelerate the formation of several dishes, which he bestowed upon several legion soldiers, thus dissolving the virtual existence of the table.

A bright star above the endless starry sky is getting closer and closer. After passing through the powerful and dazzling outer barrier, a vast battlefield kingdom comes into view. On the battlefield exuding an ancient atmosphere, countless creatures are fighting each other endlessly. The murderous breath of war gushes out to form a tangible wolf smoke rising up and flying into the sky. It is composed of countless swords, spears, swords and halberds stacked together and hanging upside down in the sky above the battlefield.

On the throne, a burly humanoid being wearing blood-red plate armor covered with different sword markings sat on it, with one hand supporting the edge of the chair to support his chin wearing a face-covering helmet, while admiring the bloody and cruel battlefield on the upside-down ground with interest.

Beside him, a huge two-handed heavy sword burning with an eternal fire was inserted into the base of the throne. It swayed and danced with the smoke floating in the sky, echoing each other. From time to time, the tongues of flame transformed into the figures of powerful warriors. It was the artifact that was famous in both the mortal world and the divine world - the Messenger of Disputes.

The heartstrings of the god of war, Krampus, who was enjoying the hymn of war, were suddenly plucked, as if something was being silently stripped away from his kingdom of God.

"Hmm? Who is stealing my authority?"

After tens of thousands of years, Campas had naturally had similar experiences. He immediately turned his eyes away from the battlefield vigilantly. At the same time, the throne slowly returned to its normal direction so that Campas's eyes could be cast into the real world.