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Chapter 809 - 809 62 Magic Crystal Mine

809: Chapter 62: Magic Crystal Mine 809: Chapter 62: Magic Crystal Mine Reinforcements had arrived, but the overstretched city defenses crumbled under the relentless attack of the Magical Beast Army.

The skyward surge of bloody light was visible for dozens of miles around.

Even those who had never studied magic could feel the thick elemental aura.

“Magic Crystal Mine!”

Governor Piers said coldly.

The murderous intent in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

Viscount O’Toole by his side was so frightened that he trembled.

A Magic Crystal Mine, this strategic resource, was not something a minor noble could possess.

A tiny mine with low reserves was one thing.

But judging from the commotion now exposed, this was undoubtedly a large Magic Crystal Mine.

Even the Dalton Family, a Major Noble, wouldn’t be able to swallow such a thing, yet Viscount O’Toole had dared to hide and extract it in secret.

What’s worse, this secret mining operation was likely not a matter of a day or two, but possibly ongoing for a hundred years.

To disguise the mining noise, they didn’t hesitate to move the county city onto the mine itself and strengthen it with Magic Formations to seal off the aura.

Clearly, Viscount O’Toole’s ancestors must have been significant figures.

Such a feat was not something an ordinary Clan of Intermediate Aristocracy could accomplish.

“Your Excellency Governor, let’s crush the beasts first and deal with this matter afterward!”

Compared to Governor Piers’s fury, Hudson was much calmer.

The Koslow Family had just risen a few days ago.

If it weren’t for Viscount O’Toole’s ancestors hiding the Magic Crystal Mine, it would have been long divided up by others, and he wouldn’t have been able to get a share of it.

Exposing it now was perfect timing.

Whether it was handed over to the Kingdom or the Nobles of the Southeastern Province conspired to mine it in secret, Hudson could get a piece of it.

“Fine!”

He agreed verbally, but deep down Governor Piers was bleeding inside.

If he had discovered this Magic Crystal Mine just three to five years earlier, he wouldn’t be so passive.

When two forces stand equally, neither can dominate and reap more benefits, can they?

If looks could kill, Viscount O’Toole would have been torn to pieces.

This was not just undermining the foundation of the Kingdom but also digging at the roots of the Dalton Family.

A large Magic Crystal Mine was an important strategic resource for any significant power.

The specific reserves and quality of the Magic Crystals were yet unknown, but the commotion at the scene made it clear that they were far from ordinary.

The mystery of the Blood Moon County City being equipped with a large number of Magic Crystal Cannons was now solved.

Someone who wasn’t lacking in Demon Crystals could naturally afford to be extravagant.

“All troops, strike!

Attack the beasts from both front and rear!”

With Hudson’s command, a bloody battle erupted in full swing, with cries of war echoing through heaven and earth.

As a Dragon Knight, Hudson was forced to lead from the front, charging at the head of the troops.

“Maxim, you fool, don’t get entangled!

Rush out of here quickly!”

Watching his own Red Dragon dive headlong into the swarm, Hudson was furious.

Had this creature not always been a bit dim-witted, he would’ve suspected it was deliberately trying to trap its master.

Complaints aside, the effect was quite good.

The Giant Dragon rampaged through the beasts, causing the already chaotic swarm to become even more unbearable.

No matter how the three High-order Demon Beasts tried to command, they couldn’t stop the increasing chaos of the swarm.

Seizing the chaotic moment, the following Human Race experts immediately widened this advantage, attempting to split the swarm in two.

The three eager High-order Magical Beasts ultimately didn’t charge up.

Without the cooperation of the swarm, a single Eighth-order magical beast plus two Seventh-order beasts couldn’t overcome a mature Giant Dragon.

Perhaps realizing that the tide was turning, the remnants of the three wolf cubs quickly disengaged from the battlefield and headed straight for the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

When the leader falls, the pack disperses; without the command of High-order Magical Beasts, the swarm quickly fell apart under the army’s assault.

Seeing this, Maxim, who was obsessed with wealth, grew even more eager to fight and took off in pursuit.

The steady Hudson had already left the back of the Red Dragon and, along with Belsden, had retreated from the battlefield.

Despite the sizeable number of participating Magical Beasts, only a small fraction from the Black Stone Mountain Range had come to fight.

The Magical Beasts instigating this wave only had an Eighth Order as their highest rank; they couldn’t represent the Black Stone Mountain Range at all.

Hudson remembered Belsden saying that deeper in the Black Stone Mountain Range, Ninth-order Magical Beasts were entrenched.

This battle was merely a clearing of the nearby area of Magical Beasts.

Venturing deeper into the Black Stone Mountain Range would be fraught with danger.

Of course, that danger was for Hudson.

Maxim, with his thick skin and raw strength, could run away even if he couldn’t win the fight.

In all of Species, Dragons are known for their most balanced and top-level talents.

Whether it’s speed, attack, defense, or fighting on land, sea, or air, they are at the top level.

Perhaps there are Magical Beasts that surpass them in a single aspect, but none can surpass them across the board.

Even Belsden, whom Hudson had been training meticulously, could only reign supreme on land.

If the battlefield were to change, it would be his Destiny to be utterly outclassed by Maxim.

…

In Blood Moon County City, within a secluded small courtyard, a white-haired elder ranted incessantly, “Life has become unbearable!

Our business had just started, and we ran into a beast tide that only comes once in decades; we’re definitely looking at a loss.

….”

The red-dressed girl alongside said cheerfully, “Grandpa, you’ve got a Bad Luck Possession.

Wherever you go, trouble follows!”

The one who said it meant it as a joke, but those who heard it took it differently.

The white-haired elder inwardly groaned, so preoccupied with causing trouble, he had forgotten to hide his presence.