The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1253

The battle between Herag and the eight demon lords ended much sooner than the battle between the two peak saints.

Thanks to maximizing his own strengths and combining them with the magical effects of his companions' domain power, Horag's strategy of trading injury for life became a nightmare for the eight demon lords. No matter how skillful their teamwork, if they couldn't deliver a fatal blow to the frost giants, they could only watch helplessly as their companions withered and died, until misfortune befell them.

He couldn't remember the last time he had such an exhilarating battle, nor had he ever experienced such a brilliant victory. Even though the battle had ended almost two spell hours ago, the Frost Giant Baron still couldn't help but immerse himself in a strong sense of pride and arrogance.

It would be even more perfect if it weren't for the aftermath of the battle between two peak Saints!

When my gaze fell upon the fierce battle between the two saints I had kept far away from, the positive emotions that welled up inside me were like a chick encountering an eagle, filled with a profound sense of defeat.

Although both are saints, the difference in strength between a top-tier saint and a newly initiated saint is so great that it is no less than the difference between a demigod and a saint.

After carefully observing the battle between the two peak Saints, Herag couldn't help but put himself in the shoes of either of them, and the result was always a crushing defeat.

However, even such a powerful being is now exhausted and showing signs of decline on its own side, and could be killed at any moment by the other, smaller bear-earth sage, thus ending the battle.

As expected, having completely exhausted his internal energy and relying solely on the strength of his flesh to fight, the frost giant Sebastian's warhammer suddenly slipped from his grasp during the battle. With his center wide open, the bear goblin's figure abruptly transformed into a ghost, charging forward relentlessly towards the frost giant's mottled and ferocious body. The golden greatsword generated a dazzling light that illuminated the surrounding area, finally focusing on the frost giant's thick neck and piercing through it.

Stab it!

The frost giant's head, more than a meter in diameter, shot into the sky, and its long-dried arteries and veins released the last stream of silvery-white blood into the heavens. The remaining massive headless corpse of the frost giant crashed to the ground, finally slamming heavily onto the volcano's summit, which had been ravaged countless times and was now much shorter.

Clang! !

With a calm expression, Allen slung his greatsword over his shoulder, then used the power of his domain to collect the scattered frost giant blood essence that had not yet landed. Only after collecting it into several crystal bottles without wasting a single drop did he slowly land on Herag's shoulder.

"Do you need to rest and recuperate?"

Allen simply glanced at the frost giant, who was over ten meters tall, and then calmly asked a question.

"No need. With the help of the adult's domain power to restore me, my combat strength has not decreased much, and I can join the next battle at any time."

Upon hearing this, the frost giant immediately bowed in response.

If his previous allegiance to a relatively unknown deity was largely due to the promises made and the conditions aligned with his own interests, now, after witnessing the divine messenger's unparalleled combat prowess, Herag felt less lost and more confident about his future.

If the fighting prowess displayed by just one of the God of Food's messengers is already comparable to that of a true god, then wouldn't the God of Food himself be even more awe-inspiring and worthy of reverence?

Although his contact with the Bearfield Spirit was brief, the Frost Giant Baron was still able to assess the other's intelligence and abilities to some extent. If the god he followed wasn't exceptional enough, how could such a powerful being be willing to serve him? "Then let's unlock this mystery and go out to see how far the war has progressed."

Allen nodded and stopped trying to persuade him. After all, the plan to bring down the Frost Giant General Sebas and his gang on the top of East Ridge was only one step. Another crucial step was the war between the Frost Troll army and the Koschitchet demon elites.

"Yes."

Even without Hellagur activating the core device to open the lock, the lock's remaining energy wouldn't withstand more damage. If the frost giant general Sebastian focused his attacks on the lock barrier, or if he persisted for another day or two, the lock sealing the mountaintop might automatically close due to energy depletion.

However, there are no "what ifs" on the battlefield; once something has happened, it cannot be changed.

Moreover, under the prolonged influence of the 'Five Flavors of Sorrow - Spicy' applied by Allen's Food God Domain, Sebash's decision to confront Allen head-on and die on the battlefield as a brave and fearless warrior may not truly be a rational choice from his own heart.

As soon as the barrier closed, fresh and cold air, mixed with clumps of snowflakes, rushed in, along with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Even without Allen and his companions deliberately activating their mental energy fields, they could hear the sounds of fierce fighting. Clearly, while Allen and his group were engaged in a fierce battle atop the volcano for over ten days, the war outside, involving two to three hundred thousand warriors, was still raging on.

A demon army that had been surrounding the Maze Barrier rushed toward the mountaintop as soon as the barrier disappeared. Sensing this, Allen was about to pick up the Bonebreaker and charge down the mountain when he suddenly remembered something and stopped. He walked up to the grotesque head of the frost giant that had separated from its body and kicked it up to Herag's chest height.

"This is for you to use."

Allen didn't elaborate further, trusting that this equally battle-hardened baron would understand his thoughts. He simply added, "Don't lose it; I'll need it later."

"clear."

He grabbed the sparse hair from the head of the frost giant Sebas, and, holding the head of his comrade whose large eyes were still wide open, Hrag responded in a deep voice.

The frost giant baron strode across the soft earth, charging down the mountain towards the battlefield. As he ran, Herag took a deep breath and unleashed a series of thunderous pronouncements: "Demonic warriors below, listen up! Your general Sebastian is dead! Don't struggle anymore, surrender now!!!"

Allen took a big leap forward, soaring hundreds of meters into the sky, where the battlefield scene filled with smoke and fire quickly came into view.

The demon army, caught in the trap, was surrounded at the foot of the mountain, about ten miles from the East Ridge Volcano. On the outer perimeter was an army mainly composed of warriors from the Frost Troll tribe of the Rotting Throat. The two armies, roughly equal in size, fought fiercely for more than ten days, suffering heavy casualties, but their main forces seemed to still be alive.

Because their commander-in-chief, Sebastian, was trapped in the mountaintop maze, the demon army, which could have concentrated its superior forces to break out in one direction, ultimately chose to disperse its forces and build a defensive line along the foot of the mountain to resist the siege of the frost troll army.

While the overall strength of the Frost Troll army was inferior to that of this elite demon force, it had the advantage of having a powerful squad led by its leader, Volosk, constantly charging into the demon army, restraining and inflicting heavy casualties on its most elite legion. Therefore, as time went on, the entire battle was tilting in favor of the Frost Trolls.

If it weren't for the two saints, Allen and Herag, killing the frost giant general Sebas and his eight commander-level demons in the labyrinth, the course of this war might not have gone as Vorosk and his companions had hoped.