Bear School Astartes

Entering the arena are Wende, Little Jack, and the Sword Master, the three members of the Investigation Team prepared as a precaution.

Among them, the Sword Master seemed more interested in spectating, Lann thought.

Each department also sent representatives to document proceedings.

As the main department, the Ecological Research Institute had its director and many members already waiting here.

The colossal mutated Terror Tyrannosaurus, tainted by otherworldly powers... merely bringing it back to the New Continent to dispose of its carcass seemed wasteful, even to Lann.

Surely something could be researched from it.

In the field of ecological and biological research, the Ecological Research Institute of the New Continent Expedition Team is, according to Lann’s knowledge, the most dedicated academic research group in this area.

Each person found their place, setting up their notepads or research equipment, clearing a large space at the center of the arena.

This arena, since its completion, had not accommodated a forty-meter-long monster before.

Originally, the arena’s size was modest, smaller even than a regulation football field, meant for captured creatures to engage directly with hunters seeking training, rather than for prolonged hunts.

It’s a near-oval approximately seventy to eighty meters long and thirty to forty meters wide.

After marking out the space for the size of the "Fog Nest Master," very little area was left.

Lann came to the center of the circle, turning to Tishaya, who was similarly surrounded by a group.

The researchers, driven by a sense of exploration, were eager to witness the so-called ’magic’.

The Female Warlock nodded at the Demon Hunter, indicating her readiness.

Tishaya began preparing with her sparse amount of Chaos Magic Power.

Almost simultaneously, the Dragon-man Race researchers around her, wearing suitable small shoes on their bent-kneed legs, instinctively took two steps back, bumping into the less perceptive human researchers.

Alien, twisted, uncomfortable...

The mere hint of Chaos Magic Power was enough for the sensitive Dragon-man Race to realize—this was indeed not something from their world.

With Tishaya’s signal, Lann also took out the drop of lake water given by the Lady of the Lake from his pocket.

He crushed the lake water in his hand, then quickly ran outside the circle, fearing the corpse of the Terror Tyrannosaurus might fall from the sky.

But it turned out the Lady of the Lake’s teleportation method was very gentle.

The small drop of lake water was crystal clear, but once Lann crushed it, it exploded into a vast mist of water, disproportionate to its original size.

The mist refracted the sunlight, appearing golden shiny, as if the light had not dimmed at all through multiple refractions.

The golden shimmering mist suddenly expanded, and when it dispersed, a gigantic carcass appeared in the middle of the arena.

Just one of the beast’s talons was as large as a normal person!

Its robust body was covered with massive muscle mounds, like small hills.

To normal people, standing before the "Fog Nest Master" corpse felt like standing alone in front of an abandoned factory.

The sheer size difference was glaringly evident.

"Wow~"*N

A chorus of astonishment came from the assembled researchers and onlookers.

However, shortly afterwards...

"Clang"*3

The Sword Master and Wende immediately tensed up upon the appearance of the "Fog Nest Master" corpse, their armor clattering with the sudden movement.

Little Jack’s reaction lagged slightly but then he too grasped the hilt of the greatsword on his back.

As hunters, their danger senses were abruptly triggered.

The enormous carcass indeed harbored a great amount of Chaos Magic Power, retained in its most twisted and stubborn form.

The initial contact between the Terror Tyrannosaurus and Chaos Magic Power came from a curse after it devoured a group of Fog Demons.

A curse, the epitome of Chaos Magic Power defying human logic and reason.

It’s like intentionally showcasing the absurdity of this world to sensible, thoughtful creatures.

Unlike the remnants of Chaos Magic Power within Tishaya, the "Fog Nest Master’s" enormous body retained Chaos Magic Power almost instantaneously.

It evoked immediate reaction and sensation among those present.

It was akin to someone unfamiliar with chili peppers or durian suddenly entering an environment filled with them.

Even in the Magic Middle Ages, when magic is cast, those near the warlock, be they humans or animals, feel a sudden discomfort. An untied or untrained horse would bolt in fear.

Much less for the New Continent Expedition Team, who have never lived in an environment with Chaos Magic Power.

Although there were no abnormal phenomena happening around, everyone began to feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

But immediately, Tishaya, who had already prepared, started chanting an incantation under her breath.

This incantation was unusually complex. Perhaps it was due to a lack of her own chaos magic power, so in the absence of sufficient quantity, more incantations were needed to increase accuracy, that is, to improve usage efficiency.

And after the incantation was completed, around the body of the Fog Nest Master Terror Tyrannosaurus, circles of faintly glowing magic runes began to entwine.

As the glowing runes wrapped around it a few times, the uncomfortable feeling in the surrounding air quickly began to fade away.

The chaos magic power was being suppressed.

Through obvious sensations, the surrounding researchers and scholars all reached a consensus — the female warlock’s magic had indeed taken effect.

"Truly amazing." The director of the Ecological Research Institute, who led the research, raised his gold-rimmed round glasses shakily and looked at the Terror Tyrannosaurus corpse, akin to a small hill in the center of the field, and the supernatural glowing runes upon it.

Then he tilted his head and complained while glancing at Lann, who was observing with his arms folded beside him.

"Ah, you didn’t demonstrate for us last time either."

"Spare me, please." Lann quickly waved at old man Dou Ding’Er, "Our spellcasting abilities are not on the same level. Even if you kill me, I can’t create this scene."

"What a pity, meow." Gaffi, perched on Wende’s shoulder, looked in from the vantage point and said, "Aibo said he was exhausted all night and is currently eating at the head chef’s place, missing this spectacle meow."

Wende nodded in agreement.

The Elu Cats seemed to be used to perching on the shoulders of their hunting partners.

And after Tishaya effectively used the lengthy incantation to efficiently leverage the thin chaos magic power within her, forming a seal, she still suddenly turned pale, her body weakened, and felt utterly powerless.

’Magic Power Low Tide.’

Before Lann implanted the Genetic Seed into his chest, starting the process of his superhuman surgery, he often experienced this state.

Demon Hunters could originally only cast trick-level spells, and the chaos magic power born from their bodies was pathetically weak.

Back then, to practice Magic Seals, he would generally maintain this state for extended periods... Saying it was ’maintaining’ was really just casting a Magic Seal now and then.

Dizziness, with attention uncontrollably scattered, along with the brain’s nerves unable to recruit muscles efficiently, even affecting the response speed of all body muscles.

In severe cases, there might be coordination issues, even demonstrating weakness.

This was just a Demon Hunter.

Although warlocks generally had many superhuman physical qualities because of magic, they also, therefore, relied more on chaos magic power.

As one of the only two people on the scene familiar with chaos magic power, Lann was the first to step into the circle where the Fog Nest Master’s corpse was placed.

He indeed couldn’t feel the initially jarring and massive magic power from this corpse anymore.

After confirming the magic power was suppressed, Lann cut across the circle, directly going to Tishaya’s side, supporting her who was panting with hands on her knees.

"Huff~ Truly, truly unexpected." The female warlock said with difficulty, "I haven’t felt a magic power low tide in hundreds of years."

"In previous years, you easily manipulated chaos magic power." Lann, frowning slightly, looked at the female warlock, who was not physically tired but was subconsciously panting. "That’s why you’re reacting so strongly now."

With Tishaya’s prowess in magic, unless stabbed directly by a weapon made of Demon-Blocking Gold in the Magical Middle Ages, she would basically not let herself in a magic power low tide.

However, in a different world environment, without the dispersed chaos magic power, even using lengthy incantations to improve efficiency and reduce consumption, she still exhausted herself.

Because she hadn’t experienced a magic power low tide for so long, even the previous forceful解除 of the curse on the Fog Nest Master merely gave her a bit of dizziness.

Therefore, Tishaya now seemed extremely unadapted.

Perhaps those not yet graduated female apprentices in Aritusa might even fare better than her in this regard.

However, Tishaya ultimately was a veteran female warlock with outstanding willpower.

She gently patted Lann’s hand resting on her, her face’s apple muscles puffing up from clenching her teeth, yet her body slowly and resolutely stood straight, maintaining her dignified posture as if by instinct.

"As agreed, let’s handle it first. Let’s see if it can truly be rendered non-toxic."

Tishaya raised her delicate chin towards the Fog Nest Master’s corpse.

"I need to rest... In this world without chaos magic power, I must find a way to adapt to this state."

And as Tishaya was speaking, she retreated behind the crowd attracted by the large two-name monster’s corpse.

Lann did not stop her, nor did he say anything more.

He merely frowned, watching her slightly stumbling, yet still struggling to overlap her hands in front of her abdomen, walking with a maintained demeanor.

"Tsk, this woman is too strong-willed."

Utterly refusing to expose her weakness instinctively.

Lann clicked his tongue, thinking that forcibly trying to persuade her would be ineffective communication given such a strong-willed character.

Better to talk later.