The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1242

Clang! ! !
clang! ! ! !

Golden light flashed, then clashed with a cold silver light. The air momentarily contracted before erupting again, and the shockwave swept away the surrounding dark clouds and flying snow. A huge circular dome appeared overhead, with countless stars blinking and watching the battle unfold.

Snap~ Snap~~
Allen's body traversed more than ten meters in the void, only to feel a subtle energy fluctuation quickly envelop Fourth Master. His body also seemed to be bound by an invisible, heavy shackle, becoming somewhat sluggish.

Battlefield
Allen, who was no stranger to this situation, flashed his tiger eyes and immediately activated his divine power. The equally subtle power of his divine authority not only erased the power of the opponent's domain on the spot, but also affected the opponent's actions.

Competing in specific fields?

Allen sneered silently to himself. Unless a god descended or one of the powerful rulers of the Abyss or Purgatory could suppress Allen in terms of domain power, the Frost Troll Saint in front of him did not have that ability.

Enraged, Allen's body swelled to a circumference, and the divine power flowing within him transformed into a flood that cleansed his body.

tread! ! !
With a powerful stomp of his right foot in the void, several black spatial cracks appeared and disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, Allen's figure vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Vorosk. He raised the heavy sword Bonebreaker high and slashed down without hesitation.

Saint murder!!
When Vorosk, who was holding a broad-bladed battle axe, was suppressed by his opponent when his activated domain was suppressed, his expression changed slightly. Before he could think of anything else, a strong killing intent that was almost tangible rushed towards him.

Shaking mountains!!
The body acts before the mind; the troll uses its right foot as the center, swinging its hands, which are holding the battle axe, in an arc and then flicking it upwards, causing the battle axe and the greatsword to collide once again.

Ding! !

A violent shockwave spread across the black mountain peak, engulfing the figures of the two powerful figures. Before it could completely cover the space, the two figures once again burst out from the surging energy storm, swinging their weapons at each other as they moved.

Sweep, sweep, stab, slash, slash, block...

The battles between top-tier Saint-level beings don't feature many flashy, high-powered scenes. While each move and stance certainly triggers intense collisions and impacts, these impacts are often just the outward spillover from their weapons and fists. The far more terrifying power is contained within their bodies and extended weapons.

With a single sword strike, Allen cleaved the battle axe away. He then used the momentum to push his right elbow into the opponent's protective circle, only to be blocked by the opponent's raised knee.

Snap! !
With a heavy clang of bones colliding, the two were simultaneously thrown back about a meter. The retrieved weapons were then empowered again, swinging out from unexpected places, yet appearing in the same spot with perfect coordination.

The massive iceberg beneath their feet began to crack over time, and with the residual force of the two saints' all-out attack, it collapsed with a deafening roar.

Snowflakes filled the sky and earth once again. Before they could subside, a clear, resounding dragon's cry rang out from the center, unleashing a silent yet unparalleled power that once again dispersed and crushed the frost covering the entire world.

"puff!!"

"Drink!! Ugh!!!"

After nearly an hour of frequent exchanges, the two saints finally had a brief stalemate. The troll Vorosk couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh and blood, while the goblin Allen coughed on his own and spat out a mouthful of stagnant golden blood.

"I admit defeat and apologize for initiating the attack!!"

Allen calmly awaited his opponent's next attack, but to his surprise, his opponent put away his battle axe and carried it on his back, raising his hands high and speaking in a gentle tone.

"Not playing anymore???"

Allen remained calm, slowly sheathing his greatsword. "If I can't beat you, I won't waste my energy."

Vorosk was somewhat disappointed that he was weaker than Eren, but he was also quite accepting of it.

"..."

Allen rarely saw someone act this way, and his expression froze for a moment before he said with a hint of emotion, "Whether or not we waste our energy is secondary; this matter needs to be resolved!"

"With your current strength, Lord Lex, you are still willing to become a devout preacher of this god. Therefore, I believe that His divine power and ability must be extraordinary. So I am willing to try to persuade my people to believe in and follow this God of Food."

"But before that, I still need a reason and a guarantee."

Allen hadn't expected the troll leader to change so decisively and quickly, leaving him speechless for the last time, until he finally managed to utter a single word.

"explain."

"First, I need to know, why choose us?"

"I don't believe that my Frost Trolls, a fledgling race barely clinging to life, are worthy of a god sending such a powerful being as Your Excellency to personally persuade us to surrender. But since it has happened, there must be a reason behind it."

Vorosk stopped there, not mentioning the assurances he wanted, because if Allen's reasons weren't sufficient, there was no need for Vorosk to continue the conversation.

Under the other party's serious and earnest gaze, Allen couldn't bring himself to say what he had prepared. After a moment of hesitation, Allen made up his mind.

"As I just told you, I come from a plane called Feynman World among the myriad worlds."

"In my world, the power of the five pantheons was very profound and maintained a fragile balance until the eternal slumber of the Father of the Oaks hundreds of years ago."

"I remember now, the Feynman world is the plane that caused the fall of the Father of Oaks, right??"

Vorosk had been wondering why he seemed to have heard of the name of the Feynman plane, but he couldn't quite place where he had heard it until Allen mentioned the name of the Father of Oak, at which point he suddenly realized and chimed in.

"Yes."

Allen nodded slightly, then continued, "As you know, the nature pantheon has always been the mainstream religion for races like ours that do not have their own deities. It is thanks to the protection of the nature pantheon that we have been able to survive and reproduce despite the oppression of the other four major pantheons."

"But the eternal sleep of the Father of the Oak Tree shattered the already fragile balance of my world. The powerful humans and elves seized the opportunity to launch a war of civilizations, while the relatively weaker Lovers and Orc pantheon were forced to fight back."

"Although the nature pantheon is weakened, in order to maintain the natural balance of our world, our faction must also fight alongside the weaker side at this time and thwart the shameful acts of the human and elven factions."

"The northern border, which our lord governs, is currently fighting alongside the Dwarf Kingdom and has conquered several provinces of the Elf Kingdom. However, it is a pity that although we have occupied a large amount of land, we do not have enough people and tribes to manage and govern these territories."

“We urgently need tribes of different races who are drawn to nature and light to join us, accept the faith and leadership of our Lord, and work together to develop and manage the newly occupied territories in order to deal with the counterattack of the Elven Kingdom.”

“I happened to be traveling in the Abyss and I also happened to know about you, Chief of Vorosk. So I thought of bringing you under my lord’s command, which would not only strengthen my lord’s forces but also lead you out of the suffering of the Abyss.”

"..."