The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1297

The bear-god saint walked through the air, taking firm steps as he ascended towards the heavens.

With each step Allen took, his aura grew more intense, domineering, and powerful, making the city's residents feel a tightness in their chests and unable to look directly at him. Yet, they couldn't help but watch closely, afraid of missing this scene that would surely be recorded in history.

A golden light enveloped the entire city, and a chilling army took control of the city. Apart from the battle where the powerful warriors of the Northern Border joined forces with the elite troops of the Green Wilderness Clan to intercept and kill the spies of the alien races lurking in the city, no other unscrupulous person dared to provoke the master of Green Lake City at this moment.

An invisible ladder stretched from in front of the Bear Earth Saint upwards into the heavens, until it reached the magnificent, illusory temple that could only be perceived at this moment by resonating with the spiritual frequency of the Food God's followers. The temple appeared and disappeared, its sacred sounds faint, and its massive arched doors remained tightly shut, seemingly awaiting the arrival of its master, inspiring longing in countless believers and causing their wills to sink.

However, this temple appeared quite differently in Allen's eyes. It was a projection of a star in the depths of the distant starry sky, revealing its true form. It was also the seed of belief that Allen's divine consciousness had been observing and studying in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The surface of the star projection, or rather the seed of faith, is completely covered with dense, mysterious patterns. These patterns not only fill the irregular circular surface but also penetrate deep into the core of the star, forming an even more complex and profound three-dimensional structure.

His climbing figure arrived before the golden dome. The powerful illusionary barrier seemed nonexistent before the goblin, unable to hinder his movements in the slightest. While seemingly above Green Lake City, Allen's body had actually entered a higher dimension during his ascent. Countless projections, imperceptible to outsiders, continuously separated from the goblin's main body, dispersing with the power of his domain.

Each projection carried a trace of Allen's will. The long-standing independent divine consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually dimmed, and the endless knowledge and complex thoughts of believers accumulated within it instantly poured into Allen's main consciousness like a tide, but it could no longer shake this powerful being in the slightest.

A projection appeared at the Fart Fortress on the western edge of the Green Plains, and pupils gradually glowing with golden divine light surveyed the fortress, which, though now more imbued with a sense of life, still retained its austere and desolate essence...

A projection appeared in the fields of Waiting Bay, brushing past the dwarf goblins, humans, and kobold farmers working in the fields...

A projection appeared deep within the desolate Kator Mountains, where a female six-armed ape let out a shrill roar, and a newborn head emerged from her genitals...

A projection appeared in the occupied territory of a border province of the Elven Empire, where a fortress controlled by the Northern Alliance was rising from the ground, and countless busy laborers were working hard to build all kinds of buildings and facilities...

Even in a remote mountain village on the southern continent, in the mind of a human chef who was engrossed in prayer, the image of the goblin Allen slowly appeared, silently listening to the heartfelt cries and blessings of his believers...

"...I am the 'Guardian'!! Nourished by the bloodline of my kin, tempered and educated by the green plains and the harsh winds and snows of the North, by all things in nature, I must give back. I will use the sword in my hand to protect the goblin bloodline and ensure the peaceful coexistence of all living things in the North!!"

hum! ! !
Countless goblin projections within the Northern Territory shattered with a deafening roar as Allen finished speaking, dissipating into the natural world. A sudden clap of thunder erupted from the windless sky, lightning flashed across the azure heavens, and the earth trembled. Throughout the Northern Territory, including the border provinces of the Elven Kingdom occupied by the Northern Alliance, the natural elements abruptly began to stir. Scholars and mages with knowledge of natural laws keenly sensed a subtle shift in the unchanging natural laws of the Northern Territory.

“I am the Creator!! Through my hands, decay can be transformed into fragrance, and the ordinary into delicacies. Under the magical culinary techniques I have created, even the humblest root can bear grace, and the most bitter memories can be baked into sweet comfort.”

Allen and countless other magical chefs have traversed various spaces, worlds, and planes. The enticing aroma naturally fills the space between the lips and tongues of believers in the God of Food and diners who have tasted the flavors of magical dishes. After smelling it, one feels physically and mentally refreshed, as if a potential power flows through the body with the blood.

"I am 'Order'!! Everything has its own rules of operation, and the way of magical cooking is no exception..."

The residents and witnesses of Green Lake City never imagined that the power of language was so great. The seemingly casual words of the Bear Goblin Saint fell into their ears and eventually stirred up boundless waves in their souls and consciousness.

At this moment, no one could stand in front of Allen. Even legendary-level powerhouses knelt down under the invisible power of the rules, lowering their proud heads and no longer able to look directly at the sky. Only a few demigod-level powerhouses could barely walk in the city, but they dared not stretch their heads to look at that lonely figure in the sky.

Memories from the past hundreds of years floated and transformed in Allen's sea of ​​consciousness like flowing water. Under the influence of a mysterious force, Allen's original consciousness was projected into the memories in his sea of ​​consciousness, allowing him to relive and experience the mental journey he had at the time.

Even memories that Allen thought he had long forgotten were now presented to him with such clarity.

In his innocent childhood, his mother was hunted and killed by a wyvern in the wilderness, and he watched helplessly as her tragic, pained, and longing face disappeared into the horizon; on his first hunting trip with his tribe, he was chased by a raging lion and nearly lost his life; to protect himself, he challenged the former chieftain when he was not yet strong enough to fight him, and won a thrilling victory; and there was also the desolate scene of burying his childhood friends and loyal subordinates with his own hands...

Amplified countless times, various emotions transformed into surging, turbulent waves, forming an emotional frenzy that continuously eroded Allen's unwavering will.

He thought that the long years had worn away so much of his emotions and perceptions that he would not be affected in the slightest by this seemingly strong but actually weak emotional storm. But unexpectedly, when he was truly pulled into the memories by this surging emotion, Allen almost instantly succumbed and once again experienced that endless cycle of memories.

It's unknown how many times Allen's memories of this life have cycled through his consciousness, but under the watchful eyes of countless people inside and outside Green Lake City, the hobgoblin saint's steps as he climbed upwards quietly slowed down.

(End of this chapter)