Bear School Astartes

"What the hell is that?"

Although Triss usually doesn’t hide her temperament, with her lower-class background, she never hesitates to use foul language and curses when needed.

But as she stood on the hilltop afar, even at such a distance, she felt a deep tremor from the wild and natural violence displayed by the Terror Tyrannosaurus.

Under the moonlight, the Terror Tyrannosaurus roared wildly in the dense forest of the mountains, changing the air density due to its roar, forming visible air waves that spread far and wide.

It was as if even the moon in the sky was shaken by the wild and violent roar of this creature!

What kind of monster is this?

Her wine-colored hair was blowing across her cheeks in the fierce wind, but her eyes were riveted, watching the beast roar towards the sky as if stunned.

"Focus, Triss."

Beside the Red-haired Female Mage, Tishaya’s face remained calm, with magical light glimmering slightly on her raised hand.

"This fog is very strange, too resilient. We need to continuously transmit the power of that storm from the sea to suppress it."

"Until Rita is teleported over here, neither of us can relax."

Triss was brought back to her senses by the calm and orderly voice beside her.

So she quickly joined the chanting of spells and the channelling of Chaos Magic Power.

During the process, Triss couldn’t help but glance sideways at Tishaya, who remained calm throughout.

This oldest Female Warlock among humans, even after seeing the true form of the Terror Tyrannosaurus, only slightly frowned, as if nothing unusual was seen.

It makes you wonder what absurd scenes she must have witnessed in her long life before.

Beyond her calmness due to extensive experience, the magic they wield made Triss feel dry-mouthed.

Drawing the power of sea storms or inducing ocean currents and storm redirection is a skill many coastal warlocks actually possess.

But why emphasize "coastal warlocks"?

Because these warlocks live by the sea, familiar with the climate changes and the patterns of monsoons and ocean currents.

And because they reside near the coast, they have ample time and opportunity to carry out rituals or assemble conditions for large-scale magic close by.

Ultimately fulfilling this process, erasing disasters during typhoon weather for coastal cities, or increasing the catch.

As for Tishaya...

After Triss contacted Margaret using the conical crystal Lann provided her, the first one teleported over using the crystal as a coordinate was Tishaya.

This Female Warlock was impeccably dressed, even her hair maintained a symmetrical structure.

Once teleported over, she took a glance at the terrain and swiftly grabbed Triss, executing a short-range Teleportation Technique to the nearby hilltop that offered a view of the area.

Then, she seemed to inquire about something to Airetusa using the conical crystal.

"Rita, tell me the location of the closest typhoon from sea to land."

Being in the large port city of Gos Velen, Airetusa naturally had the ability to influence storms and routinely monitored the position of storms.

Margaret easily mobilized this data, briefly narrating it to Tishaya.

Then Triss saw this Female Warlock who had taught her decades ago yet showed no sign of change, raise her hand to channel a portion of the sea storm’s power over.

... But this was the Mahakan Mountains located in the center of the Northern Four Countries’ inland!

She just raised her hand and pulled the power of the sea storm over!

At this point, the wind that suppressed and dispersed the thick white fog not only brought "fresh" air but also carried the salty scent of seawater.

Next, a figure appeared again in the transmission portal suspended in mid-air behind them before it was closed.

Margaret, with a frosty demeanor, her smooth, fair shoulders draped like a noblewoman with a bearskin cape, stood upon the land of the Mahakan Mountains.

Once teleported over, she scanned the surroundings.

Once she saw Lann in the distance on the hill, taking a deep breath amid the salty sea breeze and the roar of the Terror Tyrannosaurus, she calmed down.

Her hands swiftly began to shine with the faint glow of Chaos Magic Power.

Without needing Tishaya’s explanation, Margaret immediately understood her mentor’s actions upon arrival and commenced assistance.

"What exactly is this fog? It’s so stubborn! Is there such a magic?"

Margaret immediately began assisting in channeling the sea storm’s power here, while also probing the white fog. She turned her head towards Tishaya and Triss, asking.

At this moment, the magical prowess of these three Female Warlocks clearly revealed tiers.

"I don’t know, but this is definitely not simple magic, so we need to continuously channel power here." Tishaya responded to her pupil with a vacant look in her eyes, "I’m trying to guide the power of Mahakan Mountains as support."

"But this is dwarf territory. According to the agreement, we haven’t developed the incantation of guiding Mahakan Mountains’ power. Are you creating it on the spot?"

Margaret asked, unfazed.

"It’s not difficult. I’ve compiled the incantations for guiding power from over a hundred mountain ranges, just follow procedures." Tishaya waved her hand dismissively, "No need to bother with dwarves, we’re solving their problem here."

Triss blinked in disbelief at Tishaya.

Back when they attended classes in Airetusa, they merely found Tishaya rigid and overly old-fashioned, their knowledge of her powers and stories some of the dullest parts in the most uninspiring history books.

They never imagined what such a Female Warlock might be like when she gets moving.

It was much like when Tishaya reprimanded Margaret before.

The younger generation of warlocks never accurately realized what kind of "monster" their predecessors like Tishaya and Henry Gemitis are.

Because Tishaya and ancient mages like Henry Gemitis had indeed refrained from action for a long time.

"Then you’d better hurry up, Tishaya." Margaret spoke in a dangerously calm tone. "I now very much want to free up my hands and kill that ugly thing."

"It’s not that simple." Triss shook her head and interjected, "This kind of creature is unprecedented... if it was indeed easy to kill, Lann wouldn’t have been entangled until now."

Margaret tightened the bearskin cape around her, gritting her teeth unwillingly, but could only let out a heavy sigh.

Because what Triss said was true.

Terror Tyrannosaurus was not an easy monster to kill... especially this one!

The wind from the sea howled through the mountains, suppressing the stubborn, constantly burgeoning thick fog.

Although the sound of the wind was loud, compared to the near-dead silence that affected vision just now with the milky white fog, it was already considered an ideal combat environment.

After roaring, the Terror Tyrannosaurus flattened its expanded, massive elongated body, looking down on the enemy resisting its feeding.

Those cold reptilian yellow pupils, devoid of blood and tears, swayed in the night like demons.

Now it was spring night in the mountains, compounded by a typhoon from the sea.

The temperature was basically single digits.

However, at the corner of the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s mouth, the grotesque wound just carved out by Lann’s [Horizontal Sweep Slash] was now emitting hot steam at this temperature.

The sizzling sound was like frying.

The unique wound caused by [Muddy Stream·Destruction] mixed with characteristics of crushing, ripping, and severing, along with the corrosive dragon attribute energy.

But on the Terror Tyrannosaurus, that huge gash was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Torn flesh rejoined and healed, shattered teeth sprouted again, and burst through the jaw to surface outside.

Ultimately, only a thick, rugged scar remained on the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s lower jaw.

Lann’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The vitality of the monsters in the New Continent was fresh in his memory.

And it was precisely because of the magical creatures in that magical world that he had confidence in making his distinctive improvements in the strengthening surgery process of an Interstellar Warrior.

The peculiar vitality of the Terror Tyrannosaurus was considered extraordinarily remarkable on the New Continent as well.

The reason Terror Tyrannosaurus was tormented by its appetite throughout its life was that their metabolism was simply too fast.

Not only was the metabolism fast, but their bodies were also too strong!

The body consumed a lot, and its capacity was also large, impossible to fill in any way.

Now, the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s wound genuinely hit by [Muddy Stream·Destruction] healed in mere breaths, an expression of this metabolism speed.

And this also meant... it’s even hungrier!

"Boom!"

Another mighty impact shaking the mountain rocks!

The Terror Tyrannosaurus’s lower jaw was even larger than its upper jaw combined with the skull!

And now, it plunged headfirst, burying its jaw into the ground.

Soon, its thick dark green body was like a spring twisted then snapped back.

The fierce lower jaw acted like a shovel, plunging directly into the mountain’s rock bed! Brutally shattering and extracting a house-sized rock!

Directly crashing into its enemy!

Without the obstruction of magic-fog, the noise from this single motion was already more savage than a large battlefield catapult!

The startled Squirrel Faction fled like terrified rabbits.

Facing this rock, crashing down with a fierce whistle, Lann’s expression was calm and confident.

Without the obstruction of white fog, all the qualities the Terror Tyrannosaurus now exhibited... were still within his understanding!

The Demon Hunter held the greatsword single-handedly, the projector on the left arm guard aimed high.

After all, the Mahakan Mountains had dense vegetation; although the Terror Tyrannosaurus had rampaged here for a while, a few towering trees had survived.

The mechanical structure of the grappling hook clamped with a snap! The claws drilled into the upper wood of the tree.

Simultaneously, Lann utilized the contraction force of the mechanism to leap upwards.

Ordinary trees certainly couldn’t withstand his weight and strength; the wood dug into by the hook started to tear immediately.

But all Lann needed was this momentary lift.

[Light Body Breathing Technique] was ready at any moment, complementing the Demon Hunter’s powerful leg muscles.

Lann soared up nearly fifteen meters high!

And in the next moment, ’Boom!!!’ A thunderous explosion!

The rock excavated by the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s jaw flew straight past his feet.

The rough tree trunk exploded like a wafer cookie, momentum undiminished.

The massive rock tumbled continuously until crashing against the rock wall on the other side, embedding within before stopping.

And along with the breaking trees falling, Lann...

"Boom!"

The sound of Fighting Spirit exploding and shallow reddish light and shadow appeared simultaneously!

In mid-air, his body tensed backward like a drawn bow! Robust muscles wrapped around reinforced bones, steel cables on tendons skillfully stretching and intertwining.

In Lann’s ears, he could even hear his muscles exerting force, the sound akin to iron squeezing each other, steady and filled with power!

[Aerial Charging Slash]!

And right beneath his landing point was the Terror Tyrannosaurus’s frantic attack, following the stones it uprooted, biting viciously forward!