Chapter 9 Green Forest Dimension
In the vast and boundless depths of the void, countless planes float outside the world of gods. These planes are like scattered stars in a sea of stars, each possessing its own independent laws and ecology, as if they were pearls of a world evolving independently in the universe.
Among these otherworldly realms, the Green Forest World, due to its proximity to the world of the gods, became the primary target of Bai Zhe's invasion plan.
Green Forest World, as its name suggests, is a world covered by ancient forests. The sky is like a thin emerald veil, the air is filled with the rich fragrance of plants, and sunlight filters through the dense forest, dappling the moss-covered ground. The scene here is like a tranquil painting; however, behind this peaceful greenery lies a chilling bloodshed and brutality.
The rulers of this forest—the wood elves—are a race entirely different from the peaceful elves of the world of gods. They are tall and muscular, with deep green skin and eyes that gleam with a blood-red light, revealing an undisguised savagery and bloodlust. Wood elves are natural hunters, and ruthless butchers. They feed on meat, treating the animals of the forest as prey, hunting them indiscriminately, plundering their flesh and bones to make tools and decorations.
Even more twisted is the wood elves' unwavering belief that their slaughter is for the "protection of plants." They consider animals a threat to the plants, and only by eliminating all animals can the balance of the forest and the continuation of life be maintained. Based on this absurd belief, the wood elves waged a centuries-long war of genocide, viewing all animals in the forest as enemies and cruelly attempting to exterminate them.
In the society of the Wood Elves, the strong are revered, and the weak are slaves at the mercy of others. The tribal chief, usually the strongest warrior and the most ruthless ruler, wields supreme power. Following him are the priests and elders, responsible for passing on ancient rituals and mystical powers, while the lower-ranking Wood Elves, especially half-elves and elves, are like enslaved tools, undertaking the most dangerous and arduous labor, their fate constantly at risk of being ended by the tyranny of their superiors.
In this oppressive and violent society, the Bloodfang Tribe, as the most powerful wood elf tribe in the Green Forest world, rules this fertile hunting ground, possessing countless warriors and the most ferocious chieftains. When the portal to the Holy Terra Empire gradually opened in the void, the priests of the Bloodfang Tribe were the first to sense this unfamiliar spatial fluctuation.
"Invaders!" The priests' screams shattered the silence and shook the entire tribe. They staggered out of the makeshift altar, their eyes filled with terror and madness.
Chieftain of the Bloodfang Tribe, "Bonebreaker" Kaza, sat upon a throne carved from a giant beast's skull, enjoying a delicious roasted meat served by a maid. A deep scar ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, making him appear even more grotesque and terrifying. Hearing the priests' shouts, he impatiently tossed the roasted meat to the ground and angrily demanded, "What's all this noise? What intruders?"
"Chief! We've sensed a massive spatial rift! Something—something's trying to come out of it!" The leading priest trembled, his voice filled with terror.
"A spatial rift?" Kaza's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered, "Could it be that those damned Void Demons have returned again?"
Legend has it that the world of Green Forest was once invaded by demons from the void. These demons called themselves "players" and belonged to the Awful Awesome Guild. They invaded the world through spatial rifts, bringing endless disasters to the wood elves.
"No, not Void Demons…" the priest gasped, trying to calm himself. "What we saw was an army… a human army… and all sorts of monsters…"
"Humans? Monsters?" A hint of doubt flashed in Kaza's eyes, but then, the bloodthirsty fanaticism in his eyes surged again. "Whether they are humans or monsters, if they dare to invade our world, they will be doomed!"
He suddenly stood up, grabbed the huge battle axe beside him, and roared, "Warriors of the Bloodfang Tribe, assemble!"
The command, like thunder, spread swiftly throughout the tribe. Tens of thousands of wood elf warriors surged forth from their simple huts and tents, wielding primitive weapons such as bone spears and stone axes, clad in animal hide armor, their faces painted with vibrant colors, unleashing deafening roars. Every wood elf warrior was a ruthless hunter who had experienced countless battles; they took pride in hunting, blood was their language, and suffering was their faith.
Under Kaza's leadership, the Bloodfang Horde's army swiftly assembled and surged towards the portal. For Green Forest, for their homeland, they would tear all invaders to shreds, fighting to the death!
However, they never expected that what awaited them was a terrifying enemy army.
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In a secluded valley somewhere in the Green Forest world, the portal to the Holy Terra Empire is nearing completion. The altar's light is dazzling, and the power of space and faith intertwine to form a brilliant energy vortex. At the center of the passage, the black crack becomes increasingly stable, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.
The avatar of Bai Zhe stood atop the altar, his gaze cold and sharp as he watched the impending war. He could sense the enemy forces gathering in the distance, and the hostile aura drawing ever closer.
"Hehehe, well done!" Bai Zhe's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes filled with coldness and determination. "Let you natives witness the power of the Holy Terra Empire!"
He raised his scepter and commanded the surrounding black goats and imperial troops: "The portal is about to open; prepare for battle!"
The black goats roared deafeningly, while the giant beasts growled, rubbing their hands together in preparation for a bloody war. The soldiers of the Holy Terra Empire gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism, convinced that under the protection of the "God of Existence," they were invincible and unstoppable.
The portal's light grew ever brighter, and the spatial rift gradually stabilized. The battle horns had sounded!