The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1296

"My name is Allen Witt!!!"

"A bear goblin born into the Greenfield tribe, raised on the Greenfield Plains, and rising to prominence in the northern borderlands of the Mansa Wilderness."

"It is thanks to the blessings of nature and the care of our community and relatives that we have achieved what we have today."

Although his current rank has not yet reached the realm of gods, Allen unleashed his full power and spiritual strength without reservation. His voice, imbued with his unwavering will, transformed into invisible waves and storms, impacting all living beings in Green Lake City and the surrounding hundreds of miles.

"My Lord Allen!!"

"You are the ruler of the North, the guardian of the goblin race, and the creator of delicious food..."

"My Lord Allen!!!"

"You are the origin of magical cuisine, and also the ultimate destination of cooking..."

"My Lord Allen!!"

"..."

As Allen's majestic, godlike voice resounded across the wilderness, countless prayers emanating from faint creatures began to spread and grow in his sea of ​​consciousness. They then converged into a rushing river, washing over a higher dimension where others could not see or hear them, but Allen could hear them clearly.

In Green Lake City, many residents and visitors were startled by the loud alarm bells and left their homes and neighborhoods, looking around blankly in the streets. However, out of sight of many, within the thousands of buildings of this vast city, devout followers of the God of Food, who had been alerted early, knelt on the ground, praying softly to the statues of gods, large and small but all of the same style.

The invisible ripples generated by the prayer spread, permeating the unseen space at high latitudes, and quickly dissipating into the distance.

Ripples spread across Green Lake City, and countless bewildered residents and tourists standing in the streets and alleys suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, as if they had received some kind of revelation or had an instinctive awakening. They involuntarily began to utter prayers, and the content of their words was exactly the same as the prayers that Allen had sensed.

Undoubtedly, these are believers in the God of Food. Even though they have not received any guidance or requirements from the church at this moment, they have spontaneously or been inspired by the spirit to participate in an extremely important ceremony.

In the city, in places unseen by many eyes, devout followers of the God of Food, who have passed the test of faith, hide in their quiet homes. Their bodies, which have been bathed, washed, and tidied, kneel before statues of the God of Food, which vary in size but are all the same in form. With their eyes slightly closed, they express their loyalty and prayers to their faith in a rhythmic and cadent manner.

The ripples' propagation in high-dimensional space far surpassed any magic in the world, and were almost simultaneously perceived by the followers of the God of Food scattered across the distant continent.

At this moment, the believers scattered in various places were in different situations. Some had just experienced a fierce battle, and their bodies were still covered in blood and wounds; some might be standing in front of a stove with roaring flames, cooking delicious food with great enthusiasm and focus; and some might be fast asleep in a deep and peaceful sleep...

Ripples passed through the ethereal bodies of these believers' souls, deeply imprinting an image into their sea of ​​consciousness: an unapproachable, golden, divine figure treading the void, resolutely walking towards the sky, toward the magnificent temple suspended in the firmament. Though they could not see the whole picture, nor know what was happening in the distant wasteland, these steadfast believers felt a sudden enlightenment as the image appeared in their minds.

That unseen, holy figure shrouded in golden light, that temple that seemed to exist in another dimension—was it the very deity these faithful followers followed, ascending to the place that rightfully belonged to Him?

"My Lord Allen!!"

"The delicious food you create nourishes all living things; power is born from food, and wisdom resides within it..."

The warriors, locked in fierce combat, chanted prayers, their hands unconsciously gripping their weapons. Drops of energy burst forth from their bodies with each word, revitalizing their exhausted physiques and enabling them to fearlessly and fiercely charge towards the formidable enemy ahead.

"My Lord Allen!!"

"You are the origin of magical cuisine, and the ultimate destination of magical cooking. May you..."

As the chef entered the crucial stage of cooking, he murmured to himself, his eyes becoming firm, and his movements of tossing and turning the wok became lighter. The barrier of his not-yet-fully-mastered cooking skills seemed to have disappeared, allowing him to cook with increasing ease and without making any mistakes due to multitasking.

"My Lord Allen!!"

"You are the source of deliciousness, an indispensable embellishment in life, and a projection of the light of hope..."

The sleeping believers slowly opened their eyes, propped themselves up and knelt on the soft bed, then closed their eyes again, placed their hands on their palms and connected them to their hearts, and their deep prayers broke the peaceful bedroom environment. The serene sound permeated the hard walls and eventually dissipated.

Threads of subtle, pure faith power, accompanied by devout prayers, were nurtured within the bodies of these diverse intelligent beings, and then slowly detached from their fragile and insignificant forms, drifting towards the nearest Food God accessory.

Through the intermediaries of statues, holy symbols, and other accessories, the newly generated power of faith instantly traversed endless distances and dimensional spaces, appearing around a massive, burning new star in the endless starry sky. However, at this moment, the trickles of power of faith had already gathered together, transforming into streams of milky white water flowing through the void, and finally rushing towards that brilliant star without hesitation.

The mighty river conjured by the power of faith clashed head-on with the roaring, raging starlight, but the expected violent reaction did not occur. The two seemingly contradictory substances eventually merged, with water flowing into the interior of the star, while the terrifying flames on the star's surface gradually subsided, revealing an orange-red liquid surface.

Kaka~~
The star's surface gradually began to solidify, but as its flames subsided, the star's full appearance was finally revealed. As the orange-red surface gradually solidified and turned into dark brown, the crisscrossing mountain ranges and ravines on the surface became increasingly clear.

If Allen were in the void at this moment, observing this seemingly decaying star from a distance with a 360-degree view, he might discover that the patterns formed by the mountains, ravines, or rivers on its surface are exactly the same as the seeds of belief that have manifested in his sea of ​​consciousness over the years.

The only difference, perhaps, lies in the vast difference in size between the seed of belief manifested in this sea of ​​consciousness and the stars!