Chapter 468: Magic Ore and Magic Weapon
Though Morgans' loud voice continued to echo, Tesoro and the others seemed not to hear it.
The upright beast before them exuded overwhelming pressure.
Its strength was at least comparable to an elite A-level magic pattern user.
Of course, such power did not mean Tesoro and his allies would yield easily.
Group combat aside, magic pattern users held another advantage over this mythical beast.
They possessed equipment.
Tesoro wore ten rings on his hands, each glinting faintly like gems.
The other guild presidents wielded various weapons resembling crystals and jewels.
These were no ordinary weapons.
They were magic weapons.
In the past two years, as magical beasts became more frequent, major forces discovered minerals known as magic ores.
These ores carried a heavy, oppressive aura.
The world recognized their unique properties.
Emerging in the magic pattern era, these ores held immense value.
After research, some major forces found that magic ore of sufficient purity could be forged into weapons.
These enhanced the abilities of magic pattern users based on their specific magic power.
Thus, magic ore became widely used for weaponry.
Weapons crafted with magic ore as their core were called magic weapons.
As presidents of major Magic Pattern Guilds, they naturally possessed magic weapons.
Their trade routes made these weapons more valuable than ordinary goods.
"Then, let us begin!" Tesoro declared and looked up at the Water Crocodile, which eyed him eagerly.
Though he desired the Lucky Cat, the mythical beast before them would not let them succeed easily.
With time pressing, they had to give this creature a fierce beating.
This way, they could seize the Lucky Cat and escape in time.
Fortunately, his ship was large enough to carry it.
As for the ongoing Mythical Beast Conference, he did not dwell on it.
A bird in hand was worth more than a thousand in the forest.
Besides, after escaping, he could return, as the conference would not end soon.
Whoosh!
Tesoro felt his body lighten, as if its weight had lessened greatly.
Countless small whirlwinds enveloped him, propelling him toward the Treasure Water Crocodile.
This was support from the Fisherman of the Earth Cry Guild and Hokubu of the Great Tornado Guild.
Thunder Ray received the same aid.
As the only A-level magic pattern users present, Tesoro and Thunder Ray had to lead.
The other presidents, all B-level, were not strong enough for a direct confrontation.
They cleverly planned to assist from the sidelines.
A head-on battle relied on these two.
This approach suited Tesoro and Thunder Ray, both bold and talented.
With so many allies and magic weapons, the mythical beast posed no fatal threat.
These leaders had risen rapidly in the past two years.
Their pride refused to admit defeat without a fight.
Click! Click! Click!
As Tesoro and Thunder Ray charged forward, others used their abilities to disrupt the Water Crocodile.
A stream of water surged toward it.
This was the power of Oasis Guild President Badisha, whose ability is water, more specifically, flood.
Fearing water scarcity in his homeland, he had awakened magic power.
As he grew, he condensed a magic pattern, gaining flood powers.
This was the typical path from awakening magic power to forming magic patterns.
Initial emotions were key.
Some souls aligned with environmental magic, resonating with inner emotions to attract it.
Scientists in this world offered this explanation for the birth of Magic Pattern Users.
Whether it was accurate remained unconfirmed.
Rumble!
As Badisha manipulated the water, the Water Crocodile, standing upright on the sea, showed disdain.
Playing with water before it? It seemed the humans were not fully awake.
Unfazed by their teamwork, it ignored them.
Without hesitation, its mythical power surged outward.
The surrounding currents fell under its control.
Whoosh!
The Water Crocodile gripped its massive water spear and swung it at the two approaching figures.
Endless ocean currents swept up overwhelmingly.
A hundred-meter wave formed, crashing toward the humans from behind.
It was no fool incapable of fighting back.
Its roar, if translated to human language, might mean: Die!
"Damn it, freeze it quick!" Badisha shouted.
Seeing the colossal wave blotting out the sky, Badisha grew anxious.
He called out to Frobes, president of the Freezing Tide Guild.
Hearing Badisha's urgent shout, Frobes wore a wry smile.
Did this guy think he did not want to?
The wave's force, combined with an inexplicable power, prevented freezing.
Such a wave was unstoppable.
Gritting his teeth, Frobes waved his ice-crystal wand.
It emitted a surge of cold air.
A massive ice dome enveloped everyone on the ice floe.
Abandoning the wave, he focused on shielding the group.
Within the dome, Fisherman of the Earth Cry Guild summoned a layer of rocks to protect everyone.
Rumble!
The massive wave struck the dual defense of ice and rock.
The impact shattered the ice dome, and cracks spread through the rocks.
The dense fractures were alarming.
Nearby, the guilds' ships rocked violently.
Magic pattern users struggled to steady themselves, staring at the scene in stunned silence.
They had seen the presidents engulfed by the enormous wave.
Were they alright?
Everyone worried.
Not all concern was genuine loyalty.
Many magic pattern users thought: Who would pay them if something happened?
Amid these scattered thoughts, while other guild leaders protected themselves within the ice shield, Tesoro and Thunder Ray faced the Water Crocodile's massive spear.
Despite its crocodile form, its claws were surprisingly agile.
It wielded the spear with fierce precision.
On a live broadcast, this might seem comical.
But in person, it was far from funny.
The spear, nearly as tall as a person, was swung by a giant beast.
The sensory impact on Tesoro and Thunder Ray was immense.
Thunder Ray did not dodge.
He rushed forward, blocking with three short, dagger-like knives.
After a brief stalemate, he was knocked back.
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed.
From the lingering water curtain, Thunder Ray's figure shot out at an angle.
He flew over twenty meters and crashed into the deep sea.
Sharp-eyed viewers spotted his gray-blue figure, identifying him as Eve's president, Thunder Ray.
Although he was repelled, his action created an opening for Tesoro.
Buzz! Buzz!
Tesoro faced the massive beast up close.
He extended his hands, and the rings on his fingers glowed with golden light.
"Defeat it!"
"Golden Holy Cross!"
A golden flash illuminated the sky, projecting a massive golden cross.
Spanning hundreds to thousands of meters, it looked terrifying.
Those outside gazed at the cross stretching across the heavens and earth.
They were awestruck.
Whether the move was powerful, they did not know.
But they had to admire its dazzling effect.
(End of Chapter)