Bear School Astartes

The Ember Knights fully believe Lann’s words about ’causing big trouble.’

Although they didn’t confront the Terror Tyrannosaurus directly, they fully realized how absurd this enemy was while dealing with the Cursed Fog Demon.

Even ignoring the terrifyingly powerful giant beast itself, the silent white mist it emitted due to the curse, along with those indestructible Fog Demons, were enough to chill one’s blood.

Consuming one-fifth of the Mahakan Mountains in over a month... If more trouble is stirred, the scene might be even bigger than it is now.

"What do you need us to do?"

Without hesitation, Lincoln tucked his helmet under his arm and formally asked Lann.

"I need you all to stay here and watch it for a few days." The Demon Hunter looked at the massive body and said, "Preferably, no one should move it."

"Moving it is definitely impossible. After a few days, I’ll find a way to teleport it away directly."

"Understood." Lincoln nodded along with the Ember Knights, "As you wish, we will guard these Elf ruins until the body disappears."

After speaking, the Ember Knights began to disperse.

They first needed to understand the terrain of the Elf ruins and prepare for camping and defense.

After coordinating with the Ember Knights, the Demon Hunter walked over to Tishaya and Triss.

When the knights started their work, the slight collisions of their armor pieces created sounds, mixed with the noises of clearing grass and leaves.

Just like Margaret a few hours ago, Triss only relaxed when she saw Lann appear completely unscathed.

She rested her hands on her slender yet strong waistline, looking at Lann with ease.

"I heard everything just now." The voice of the Red-haired Female Mage was a unique blend of mature allure and youthful clarity.

She gazed at the Demon Hunter with a mischievous expression.

"You don’t seem keen on using that thing as proof, do you?"

"So, respected Royal Advisor." The Demon Hunter spread his hands, "How do you plan to punish me then? Or rather, what must I compensate you to keep this confidential?"

"I suppose..."

Triss’s smile grew increasingly ambiguous and rosy, but before she could utter the sorceress’s provocative words, Tishaya gently cleared her throat.

"Ahem."

Thus, Triss showed a knowing smile to the Demon Hunter but didn’t speak further.

Tishaya wasn’t actually fazed by the passion of the young ones; she merely thought that it was best to stay calm when discussing serious matters.

"You mentioned teleporting it back to the original world?"

Tishaya still appeared a bit pale due to the violent breaking of the curse earlier.

"Did you record that world with the Elf Beacon?"

For a Female Warlock of her level to show a noticeable decline in condition, it was evident how troublesome and stubborn the curse on the Terror Tyrannosaurus had been.

"Yes, I recorded it." Lann patted the alchemy pouch at his lower back, the Elf Beacon was inside. Then he continued to ask, "What about the conical crystal?"

"Here it is."

Tishaya handed the conical crystal to Lann; she had previously used this crystal as a beacon between the Mahakan Mountains and Airetusa.

Subsequently, Lann buried the conical crystal into a large cut he had made on the Terror Tyrannosaurus body.

This would serve as the beacon for returning the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s remains.

"So how should I explain it to Veltrest?"

After Lann finished his task, Triss asked.

The issue was resolved, and what mattered to the Kings was merely the safety of the Ponta River Valley; everything else was trivial.

But some explanation was required.

"Simply say it’s a creature brought here by the Conjunction of the Spheres." Lann crossed his arms casually.

"Creatures brought over by the Conjunction mostly get pulled back to their original worlds after a while. If they investigate, they’ll certainly discover this trait."

"Just tell them the creature was killed, and its remains were forcibly returned."

"However, my concern about the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s remains is this: due to the curse from Chaos Magic Power, it has forged a strong bond with this world. And to extend its feeding range, it has likely ventured far from the entrance."

"It’s uncertain if it will be pulled back. After all, the forceful return between worlds doesn’t seem to be beyond interference or defiance."

In truth, the force of this return is weak; if inter-dimensional beings aren’t afraid to venture too far due to fear when first arriving, they mostly can’t be sent back to their original world.

The many inter-dimensional beings remaining from the Conjunction of the Spheres in this world now are proof.

So while the statement for the Northern Kings is one thing, Lann still needs to ensure that the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s remains do not continue to stay in the Magic Middle Ages.

"Then you’d better act swiftly." Triss frowned, "The explanation is fine, but the Kings will surely send people to visit, to ensure there’s no threat in the Ponta River Valley. If they run into it, it’ll be hard to wrap up."

"Of course, I’ll be quick."

As he spoke, Lann stepped forward to stand by Tishaya, who was using a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose as she closely observed the corpse of the Terror Tyrannosaurus.

"Are you free lately?"

"What?"

Tishaya, surprised, lifted her head and happened to see Lann’s handsome face, which was slightly embarrassed, as he scratched his head and looked at her.

The female warlock, who was always proud and dignified, blinked, and her face subconsciously blushed a little.

Isn’t Triss and Rita here right now? Even if the desires of demon hunters are generally... what does he want?

"I need your help, Tishaya."

The demon hunter earnestly looked at this woman who might be the most powerful female warlock among humans.

At this moment, Tishaya raised an eyebrow, seemingly only slowly realizing what the other party meant.

So her originally slightly reddish cheeks returned to their usual appearance.

This change of expression made Lann tilt his head in confusion.

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After a night’s rest, the high-energy blood in Lann’s body allowed him to quickly recover.

As long as he could timely replenish nutrients, the blood, with its increased oxygen and nutrient carrying capacity, could efficiently provide energy to various organs in the body.

Unfortunately, although the night scene was perfect, and the blend of architectural remnants and vegetation in the elf ruins looked unique, with wild roses blooming endlessly under the faint chaos magic power,

Lann did not experience anything eventful under this night scene with the two female warlocks.

Because he had to rush to deal with the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s corpse, according to Lann’s plan, there were too many things to arrange.

Originally, when the Ember Knight arrived, it was already dawn, and later Lann simply stayed up all night, only eating and drinking to replenish energy.

And the three female warlocks were also busy, not even touching the ground after hearing the brief arrangement.

"Boom~"

The morning sunlight shone over the Ponta River Valley’s forest but was mostly blocked by dense vegetation, leaving only a few occasional light spots. The portal opened mid-air, and the rapid change in air pressure caused a rumbling sound.

This method of opening a portal mid-air without relying on a fixed device demonstrated the caster’s high level of skill.

"Then we’ll be off first!"

Lann waved towards those behind him, then moved forward, pushing the kirin that strongly resisted entering the portal, its four hooves stiffly stretched backwards on the ground.

Rong Buqiu was at Lann’s feet, with a fluffy little face also clenched tightly, leaning against the kirin’s hind legs, using his body to push it.

"Be brave! Kirin meow! You’ll just be dizzy for a little while, meow!"

"Woooh!"

’But why should I be dizzy even for a little while! I can run there!’

The kirin showed strong resistance, but had no choice; its weight was now completely manageable for Lann.

Even though its hooves carved four cracked grooves into the marble ground, it was still pushed inside by Lann and Rong Buqiu, letting out a reluctant neigh.

After that, Rong Buqiu also covered his mouth and nose with his two paws, closed his eyes, and meowed as he rushed inside.

Lann watched the two of them, shaking his head helplessly before following them in.

Magic power glowed from Tishaya’s hands as she maintained the portal, smiling and turning to wave back.

Margaret, expressionless for some reason, seemed to have her apple cheek momentarily bulge due to clenching her teeth.

"Don’t put on a defeated look, Rita. I’ve taught you that even if you fail, at least maintain beauty and elegance."

The former dean of Airetusa knew her most promising student too well.

She teasingly used a rare, provocative tone to josh Margaret.

"I’m just helping out as invited; I’m not going to eat him... right?"

"You don’t sound so sure about your last statement, Tishaya."

Margaret’s mouth twitched as she asked, only to receive a response that felt even more explosive.

Tishaya seemed to revert to the playful mood of teasing a child, as she did with Margaret when she was young.

With an ambiguous and unclear smile, she said, "Who knows, Rita?"

"Who knows?"

After repeating it with interest, she folded her hands over her abdomen, maintaining her always poised and dignified demeanor as she turned and walked into the portal.

The wind pressure subsided, causing the wind-flattened wild roses to sway and stand upright once more.