The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1004 Consciousness
  The will of Feynman's world came belatedly, passively strengthening and repairing the broken land and space, and shackled a pair of invisible shackles on the two figures who unscrupulously destroyed the balance.

If these two saints are allowed to continue to destroy, the space in front of them may become another taboo place in Feynman's world.

Red blood mist enveloped Sterling, who was wearing black armor. The crazy look was gradually dissipating from his eyes, replaced by a serious and cautious look, which was vaguely mixed with fear and fear.

Apart from the two of them, there was not a single living thing left within a hundred miles of Fang Yuan. Not only did the millions of troops on both sides retreat completely in a short period of time, but even the group of strong men who were not weak in strength, at this time He also withdrew from the distance and turned into black spots, watching the two saints fight with all their strength from afar.

"happy!!!"

After being locked by Feynman's will, Allen's body seemed to be pressed up a mountain, but he still couldn't stop his crazy and ferocious offensive.

This was the first hearty battle that Allen fought without any spared effort after he was promoted to a saint. It was also one of the few fights in his life where he didn't have to worry about anything. I remember the last time I felt this way, it was when I was a demigod. The Temple of Nature sent two demigods and more than a dozen legendary experts to surround me in a mysterious lock and assassinate me. It was in that battle that Allen almost died and suffered the most serious injury in his memory.

"puff!!"

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out involuntarily as Allen spoke. Before the blood could fall to the ground, it turned into pure energy under the influence of the bloodthirsty field and floated towards Stree's location a hundred meters away. , blending into the faint layer of red mist.

"Come again!!!"

Allen nonchalantly wiped the corner of his mouth where there was no blood stain with his elbow. After another loud shout, a shock wave was sent out again, and the figure disappeared from the place.

clang! !

Sterling took a deep breath, and the red mist around him became thinner again. Although his body was devastated after regaining energy and nourishment, the huge waves of energy in his body were poured into his two semi-artifact weapons. The ax accurately blocked the heavy heavy sword.

"Ah!~!"

Sterling roared in response. The moment he blocked the heavy sword slash, his arms suddenly exerted force again. With the blessing of infinite energy, he finally knocked back the opponent in front of him for the first time.

The bloodthirsty professional characteristic of becoming stronger the more serious the body is injured has pushed Sterling's strength to a level he has never experienced before. The energy churning in his body like a vast ocean is constantly destroying his broken body. , while rapidly repairing his body. This contradictory but coordinated state made Sterling crazy before, as a way to vent the pain he suffered.

But it happened to be this terrifying opponent in front of him. Shengsheng used his tyrannical and wild strength to knock Sterling back to his original state from madness, allowing reason to regain control of his body.

Allen's body was still gliding in the void, and there was a continuous stream of energy blades shooting in front of him, covering his body from left to right. Seeing this, the heavy sword in Allen's hand vibrated and let out a dragon roar, and the sword opened the sky and not only tore it apart again The space in front of him was also included in the offensive together with the opponent in the distance who was constantly slashing energy blades.

"hiss!!!"

A handful of blood-red mist was absorbed into his body with his breathing, replenishing the energy he had just consumed. A cold light flashed on the silver-white tomahawk blades of Sterling's hands, and he resolutely struck out two axes, leading his body to hit him head-on. .

The more intense fighting continued, and the sun that had just risen in the sky at the beginning of the decisive battle was about to fall below the horizon, and darkness soon enveloped the earth.

In the endless sky, the commanders of humans and orcs, who were supposed to be the protagonists, stood side by side with their own strong men, looking from afar at the space filled with surging energy and lightning. They did not dare to breathe out, for fear of causing trouble. Those two killing god-like existences.

Even a saint-level being like Elvis didn't feel relaxed at all at this time. His mind kept rolling over all the exciting and fierce fighting scenes before, imagining how he would deal with it if he were the one! !
  After thinking about it, Elvis had to sigh to himself. If he were to face any of the two equal beings, he would probably be at a disadvantage, but compared to the human saint Ste. Lin's strength made Elvis even more impressed by the unparalleled strength of the Bugbear Saint.

A big factor in Sterling's strength is that the battlefield at this time is most beneficial to him. A battlefield covered with countless corpses and flesh is probably the most ideal fighting place for any strong bloodthirsty professional with a bloodthirsty field. Bar.

Ordinary bloodthirsty people can only convert their own injured flesh and blood, as well as the flesh and blood of their injured opponents, into energy to replenish their own losses and strengthen their lasting combat power, but saint-level beings with bloodthirsty fields can Even the undecomposed flesh and blood of the deceased can be converted into pure energy for one's own use. This also means that as long as there are more corpses within the domain, the strength and endurance of the saint-level bloodthirsty will be stronger, making them almost invincible.

And this is probably an important reason why humans chose to send Sterling, the bloodthirsty man, to fight.

But even a saint with such a powerful ability, facing the challenge of the bugbear saint in his most ideal battlefield, judging from the situation Elvis sees now, is actually at a disadvantage.

Although bloodthirsty people fight in this favorable battlefield and are not afraid of protracted battles and battles with their opponents, saints are not gods, and their bodies cannot withstand injuries and violent energy unbridled. Just like the human Sterling more than ten miles away, his body suffered endless destruction. Even though there was still a steady supply of flesh and blood energy on the ground, he was still declining despite his rising momentum.

On the other hand, Bugbear, who was born as a Berserker, uses his own rage skills and precious potions alternately, maintaining a stable explosive state. Although he is now gradually unable to suppress his opponent, facing a more powerful opponent, Allen is still able to fight with ease.

As for the other spectators on the orc side, they looked up in awe and shock at the backs of the two figures who were rapidly moving and fighting. Every move they made from their hands was refined and unpretentious, even the injuries caused by the collision of weapons. The energy storm didn't seem as grand as the fight between the legendary strong men, but it made everyone present shudder, and they definitely couldn't muster the courage to face the two strong men with the appearance of gods.

Kerr, the legendary goblin and the direct disciple of the saint Bugbear Allen, had various complex emotions in her eyes at this time, many of which were admiration, pride and yearning for her teacher, but as she observed for longer, something gradually grew in her heart. There are many dark and obscure negative emotions.

Allen's sharp and decisive chops and clean movements seemed to be a bright light that gave Kerr many inspirations about fighting. As the student of Allen's lineage and whose fighting style is most similar to his, Kerr is probably the most capable among the members present. I understand what Allen is thinking. She even had a vague feeling that although her teacher had shown unparalleled combat power at this time and had shocked countless eyes present, in fact, the grace before her was far from Allen's true strongest explosive state.

"Can I... be as powerful as Teacher?"

Under Kerr's confused eyes, she couldn't help but ask herself, and then the scene when the teacher entrusted her with a heavy responsibility appeared in her mind, making her gradually confused.

"Do I really have the ability to help the teacher? Can I really protect millions of people in the green field without the teacher??"

How strong are the demigods? After decades of fighting on the front lines of the orc empire, Kerr already has some sense of proportion. Although she dare not say that she can compete with the demigods, at least she still has a lot of strength. Grasp it for a while and escape calmly to save your life.

In Kerr's view, this shows that the distance between the demigods and her is actually not that far away. Therefore, with these years of life and death fighting, she has gradually regained her own fighting spirit and confidence, even though she knows in her heart that she is now The possibility of achieving a breakthrough under your own conditions is very low.

Until now, she has truly seen the unparalleled strength of the saint, and the invincible image like the God of War is destroying the false illusions in Kerr's heart, making her once again move towards the tenderness of her partner who was frustrated by countless failures. The girl who lost her fighting spirit...

The change in will was reflected back to the body, and the breath of life that Kerr had finally regained its vitality gradually fell silent. The death energy of decay and old age swept in again, and silently began to devour the life energy in Kerr's body. .

"wrong!!!!"

Kerr's distracted eyes suddenly regrouped, and a strong and tenacious flame was burning in the depths: "So what if the enemy is more powerful?" The Green Field Tribe rose up from a young age, running between mountains of swords and seas of fire, using the blood of countless tribesmen. and bones, finally built the current long wall fortress and became the strongest tribe in the north!!"

The memory of being homeless in the wilderness when she was young reappeared in Kerr's mind. Her adoptive father Hua Snake, her companions Shi Sheng, Shu Sheng... the faces that had been blurred, now appeared clearly in Kerr's consciousness. inside.

The first time I felt the warmth of my father's embrace, the first time I dug out bird eggs with my friends, the first time we secretly weaved a garland for the gnome I admired, the first time...

Too many precious memories are rolling through Kerr's mind like a slideshow, and too many sincere emotions are flowing in her heart, washing Kerr's spirit and soul towards depression and death. But among these memories, there is an invisible thread connecting them, that is, the tribe she has lived in and the tribesmen who have been with her since she can remember.

"The warriors of the wilderness were born with nothing. In order to survive, they competed with their brothers and sisters for milk, with beasts for food, and with all natural creatures. How could they ever be afraid of death!!"

"It doesn't matter if I am weak now, a strong man grows up from his childhood. The enemy can trample on my body, but they cannot conquer my will and bend my courage and fighting spirit!!!"

"Since I promised the teacher to protect his safety and maintain the interests and peace of the tribe, I will never give in even if I face that saint!!"

Kerr's eyes gradually became firmer, and her hands on the hilt of the black fire epee became stronger and stronger. Feeling the owner's determination and fighting spirit, the epee sword also had a faint red halo.

"As long as my heartbeat doesn't stop and my blood doesn't cool down, I will protect the teacher and the tribe, even if they are broken into pieces!!!"

Due to the excitement of Allen's battle, Kerr, the pearl of the green field with a simple mind and few distracting thoughts, finally shed away the myths and dust that had been left in her soul for many years, and her soul became transparent. Pure, firm and strong beliefs began to condense and collapse, transforming from invisible to tangible.

In the sea of ​​consciousness filled with mist, a light point emitting a faint white light, but as subtle as dust, turned from virtual to real, and gradually emerged in this space. With its appearance, under the seemingly weak light, the fog that filled the sea of ​​consciousness slowly receded, and a clean and bright independent space gradually took shape.

Kerr still doesn't know the changes in her body. She just feels that her spirit has never been more comfortable now. It's like a person who hasn't taken a bath for decades and suddenly enters a bathhouse and has all the dirt on her body scrubbed away. It feels transparent from the inside out.

Even the body that Kerr thought she absolutely controlled and understood felt different at this time. Anger flowed more smoothly in her blood. Kerr had just a thought in her mind, and soon there was anger appearing in the body she wanted to move. Location.

The black dot representing the teacher in the sky was once again hacked away by his opponent. Although Kerr knew that this attack did not pose much threat to the teacher, she could not help but tighten the heavy sword in her hand. Goblin Legend, who had already made a decision in her heart, was fully prepared to take action at any time. As long as she found that her teacher Allen was in danger of life and death in the sky, she would rush forward desperately to save her teacher.

Even if she knew in her heart that this was a challenge initiated by her teacher Allen, there should not be any interference from a third party; even if she knew that as long as she took action, no matter what the final result was, she would not be spared. To be hacked to death by a human saint is to be surrounded and killed by neutral spectators for defiling the sacred challenge.

"The creator of magical dishes, the founder of delicious food, the omniscient master of all things, the great god of food, my Lord, may your divine grace come to the graceful green plains..."

Before knowing about the Church of the God of Cookery, Kerr was still a relatively reliable believer of the Oak Father. Although not more pious than those believers who wholeheartedly believed in the Oak Father, she was certainly much more pious than pseudo-believers like Allen.

But when she heard about the existence of the Church of the God of Cookery and who the true owner of the God of Cookery was from Allen, she directly changed her faith that night and turned her heart to the God of Cookery with a more pious and pure attitude. Get closer.

"...Your most loyal follower, I am willing to sacrifice my blood, life and soul for you!!!"

The dust of faith finally took shape in Kerr's most devout prayer, and the faint light dispelled the fog ahead, illuminating a path to a higher existence for the goblin legend.

(End of this chapter)