"Dekpis stopped moving?! What kind of ability is that?!"
Dekpis suddenly becoming motionless naturally caused everyone to cry out in shock. The reaction of that gigantic beast had completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Although nobody thought that an existence as powerful as Moen would possibly lose to that giant beast, everyone still had not expected the battle to end in such a strange way. It was simply too overwhelming! No matter what, that was still a legendary giant beast!
That guy Moen always managed to pull out some bizarre trick that challenged their understanding. The effect of this "Crystal Net" left people dumbfounded.
For those who had never met Moen before, Moen was like an unpolished gemstone, continuously revealing immeasurable value, continuously displaying his dazzling preciousness, making them constantly cry out in amazement.
This "fighting side by side" experience would absolutely make these mages from all over the continent of Ishgar firmly remember Moen's name, and they would not forget it for a very long time.
"What terrifying power..."
Watching the abilities Moen displayed, Oug was staring blankly in a daze. There was no doubt that among everyone present, he was the one most shaken by Moen blocking this beast tide.
Other people still had at least some confidence in Moen, and they all hoped Moen could stop it. Only Oug had firmly believed from the very beginning that Moen would not be able to hold it back, and this final result was unquestionably an incomparably loud slap to his face.
Everything he had confidently declared before had now all turned into slaps striking back at him one after another. Oug felt like his face was swelling, but aside from feeling somewhat ashamed and flushed with embarrassment, he was actually also somewhat relieved inside.
The fact that Moen could stop the beast tide was naturally the best possible result. Oug was not the type of person who would ignore the bigger picture because of personal emotions.
Nor would he ignore Moen's contribution. Just like before, although he had not been optimistic about Moen's ability, he also had not obstructed him.
When they returned to the Magic Council headquarters to give their report, he would responsibly report all of Moen's achievements in full.
"Buzz!"
Magic power fluctuations spread out. The starlight in the sky gradually dimmed, and after flickering a few times, the "Crystal Wall" also gradually returned to its original state, becoming transparent and invisible once more.
"If everyone wishes to train your forces a little, you may bring your people out to clean up the battlefield and deal with the remaining magical beasts wandering nearby."
Under the effect of magic power, Moen's voice spread across the entire defensive line. His voice directly sounded within everyone's minds out of nowhere.
"Is that Telepathy Magic?"
After hearing Moen's voice, everyone immediately thought of this possibility.
Telepathy Magic was a highly supportive form of magic that allowed information to be transmitted through mental communication.
The "great inventor" of «Fairy Tail», Warren Rocko, was an expert in using Telepathy Magic. Besides serving as a "signal terminal," users could also read an opponent's thoughts, making it very useful for stealing intelligence and monitoring enemies.
"This is not Telepathy Magic."
As an expert in the field, Warren Rocko tightly furrowed his brows and denied everyone's guess. What Moen was using was not Telepathy Magic. At the very least, it was completely different from his own Telepathy Magic.
"This feels more like pure telepathy."
Warren Rocko's expression was extremely shocked. He was actually fairly familiar with Moen, yet he had no idea Moen possessed such an ability.
This "telepathy" ability was also one of the powers that came from the "Aries Gold Cloth." It was an ability that could transcend the five senses and resonate directly with a person's spirit and emotions, transmitting one's thoughts directly into another person's mind. Even if the languages were different, communication would still not be affected. This was direct communication on a spiritual level.
With Moen's current abilities, being able to use telepathy to cover this defensive line was already extremely difficult. If it were a true Gold Saint, however, the range of perception could even transcend dimensions, universes, and spacetime itself to hold conversations.
Among the most exceptional examples, such as peak Mu wearing the "Aries God Cloth," one could even monitor the Cosmo communication of all humanity across the world through telepathy.
For now, Moen could only dream about such exaggerated effects, but if he could awaken his Cosmo and enter the realm of the Sixth Sense, these abilities would definitely become even stronger, because these powers themselves were abilities awakened at the Sixth Sense stage.
Abilities such as teleportation, telepathy, psychokinesis, and clairvoyance were all powers that could awaken at the Sixth Sense stage.
Of course, not every Saint necessarily excelled at these special abilities, but the Jamir Clan responsible for repairing Cloths were mostly extraordinarily gifted in these areas. The Aries Gold Cloth, heavily marked by the characteristics of the Jamir Clan, possessing these abilities was not strange at all. These were merely small tricks.
"Moen, let us out. I'll take the children to get some training."
Makarov communicated with Moen, and quickly received a reply.
"Alright, just come out directly."
Moen opened an opening, allowing the companions from «Fairy Tail» to come out.
"Urgh!"
Yet before they could even leave, many people had already begun dry heaving. It was not only the people from «Fairy Tail» either. Many people from the other guilds also started retching.
There was no helping it. Without the "Crystal Wall" radiating that dense starlight anymore, and without the heavy filter effect, the bloody scene outside was simply too horrifying. It looked just like a bloody hell. The smell of blood and stench also began entering everyone's noses.
Only now did they understand the importance of Moen freezing that mountain of corpses and sea of blood earlier. They also further realized just how incredible Moen's achievements truly were. Even the battlefield after the battle had ended was enough to make them afraid to approach. If they had truly been forced to fight these magical beasts head-on, nobody knew how many people would have had to die to stop them.
"Only by walking through this mountain of corpses and sea of blood can one truly grow."
Makarov's expression was fairly calm. Having lived for so many years, what kind of scene had the old man not seen before? Well... he actually had never seen a scene quite like this before, but even so, it was not enough to make him lose composure.
These were only magical beast corpses, after all. If they were all replaced with human corpses instead, that would be the real trial.
"Urgh!"
The little ones all dry-heaved for a while. It was not really because they were afraid. They were only corpses, after all, what was there to fear? They simply found it disgusting and were not used to such bloody scenes.
After adapting for a while, they would recover their fighting strength. Without adrenaline stimulation and without being in an excited state, it really was easier to be affected by these external factors, especially for children with little experience. They could not really be blamed for that.
After Makarov proposed bringing people outside the wall for training, the guild masters of the other guilds also began following suit one after another. Since they had already come all the way here, it really would not make sense for them to contribute nothing at all.
Humans really were contradictory creatures.
When the situation had been critical, everyone hoped that Moen's "Wall of Ishgar" would hold strong, preferably without giving them any chance to directly face the beast tide.
But now that the situation had stabilized, they all hoped to contribute some effort themselves.
Moen smiled and shook his head. It could only be said that this was extremely realistic.
But there was nothing to criticize about it either. If Moen had not held the line, these people definitely would have fought the magical beasts as well. There might have been deserters, but most people definitely would have held the line.
Now, although the beast tide had subsided, the suffering belonging to the mages had only just begun.
Within the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the mages struggled to clean up the remaining magical beasts. The surrounding environment greatly reduced their combat effectiveness. Just dealing with those remaining magical beasts already took tremendous effort.
On the «Fairy Tail» side, the main ones fighting were the little kids. Since they had already come all the way here, they definitely could not be allowed to make the trip for nothing. This was also punishment for secretly running over here without listening.
Besides being responsible for cleaning up the remaining magical beasts, they also had to help Moen collect usable magical beast materials. It truly kept the little ones busy beyond belief. Every day, they were either fighting magical beasts or scavenging through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
No matter what else, the training effect was absolutely outstanding. Even Wendy and Lucy had gradually become accustomed to this kind of environment. It really tempered people.
The magical beast materials produced from these shattered corpses all belonged to Moen as spoils of war. Nobody had any objections to that.
The mages from the other guilds also tried their best to help collect materials. Under the current circumstances, nobody dared to pocket Moen's belongings.
It had to be said that the arrival of the large force truly helped Moen quite a bit, reducing some of his cumbersome workload. At the very least, all these trivial post-battle matters now had people helping him handle them.
"You're sure you want to bring all of this back to the guild?"
Looking at the various magical beast materials stored inside the massive ice chamber Moen had created, Makarov opened his mouth wide. The quantity was simply far too exaggerated!
But after thinking about it, it was normal. This was the amount from two beast tides, after all. Naturally, it was extremely exaggerated.
During these two to three months stationed in the Nord Forest, Moen had collected far too many magical beast materials, all intended to be brought back for making Cloths.
Before this, just cleaning up all this stuff by himself had exhausted him immensely. This beast tide had been much easier instead. Collective strength really was more reliable.
"Of course, all of it is going back, especially the materials produced from Dekpis."
Moen nodded. The giant beast Dekpis had been bound by him, and its final fate naturally ended with it being slaughtered and dismantled into various materials. The various materials produced from this legendary giant beast satisfied Moen greatly. As expected, they matched the identity of such a giant beast.
"But if anyone needs some, I can also sell part of it to them."
Looking at his ever-growing "ice chamber," Moen also changed his mind. He could sell some magical beast materials to mages from other guilds. Some magical beast materials that were only produced in the Nord Forest would definitely become extremely scarce for a period of time afterward.
This was beyond doubt. After all, so many magical beasts had died at once. After the beast tide subsided, the Nord Forest would need a period of recovery. The number of magical beasts in the outer areas would definitely decrease greatly, and naturally the prices of magical beast materials would rise accordingly.
"Selling some off is good too. You've collected far too much. Those crows of yours probably can't transport all of this back either, right?"
Makarov nodded, agreeing with Moen's idea.
"Don't sell them too expensively."
Makarov reminded him. Since he was selling them here, the prices should not be raised too excessively. Although everyone could guess prices would rise, acting too ugly about it would instead easily make people resentful. There was no need for «Fairy Tail» to attract this kind of trouble.
"Don't worry, I'm not lacking money."
Moen nodded. He had originally intended to use these magical beast materials to build goodwill anyway. Over the past few days, many people had already come to him looking to purchase some. They were all smart people who foresaw the prices rising.
However, Moen flatly refused anyone who wanted to buy large amounts of magical beast materials for resale. He only sold to those who personally needed them. If they wanted to seize a business opportunity and resell for profit, they could go hunt magical beasts in the Nord Forest themselves. They should not expect to buy cheap stock from him.
Right now, it still counted as the final stage of the beast tide. Quite a few magical beasts still had not retreated from the outer areas. Anyone wanting to hunt could still find plenty.
During this period, several demon-hunting squads had indeed appeared. The business opportunity was sitting right there, and quick-thinking mages naturally would not miss it.
«Fairy Tail» also sent out several squads. Nobody wanted to miss such a good opportunity to make money. Although «Fairy Tail» had excellent welfare benefits, who would not want to earn some extra income?
Makarov also supported this kind of behavior. After all, the more people who hunted magical beasts, the faster the beast tide would fully subside.
The people from the Magic Council also expressed support for this, even directly purchasing materials officially, saving everyone the trouble of bringing them back to sell later.
It had to be said that the Magic Council's算盘 was being calculated quite loudly. If they bought everything together and resold it themselves, they would definitely earn far more than the mages. They wanted to become the monopoly controlling the market.
"The people from the Magic Council came looking for you?"
Makarov asked. He had clearly also heard about this matter.
"That's right, but I directly chased them away."
Moen nodded, speaking indifferently. Since the Magic Council people wanted to establish a monopoly, naturally they would not ignore him, the biggest supplier.
The moment those guys opened their mouths, they wanted to buy all the stock he had. The price they offered could only be described as treating him like an idiot.
Although they really had raised the price somewhat compared to normal prices, it was nowhere near scarcity pricing. Clearly, they did not have the slightest sincerity.
"No need to bother with them. This isn't official behavior, it's the work of a certain council member. Those guys spend all day thinking about how to profit for themselves and never do any real work."
Makarov shook his head and spoke with undisguised mockery. The reason he normally ignored those Magic Council people was naturally because he had long since seen through the current Magic Council.
"As expected, they're a bunch of parasites. The moment they smelled profit, they came crawling over."
Moen also mocked them. Those people from the Magic Council truly could not earn anyone's respect. That council member who came to purchase magical beast materials from him especially embodied bullying the weak while fearing the strong. After Moen cursed him out and chased him away, he never dared to come looking for trouble again.
Clearly, they had only come to Moen hoping to try their luck. If Moen actually sold to them, they would make guaranteed profits. Even if he refused, there was nothing Moen could really do to them.
"Actually, maybe we could get that guy Oug to manage this."
Makarov spoke up. He believed this definitely was not Oug's doing. Disliking each other was one thing, but he did not doubt Oug's character. This was not something that conservative and even somewhat stubborn man would do.
"If he wanted to manage it, he would've done so already."
Moen shook his head. That guy was the chief person in charge. If the people below him were pulling little tricks, how could he possibly not know? He was merely turning a blind eye, probably because he did not want to meddle.
As for Councilor Oug, Moen truly did not like him at all. They had not interacted much, but his deepest impression of that old man was that he "liked causing trouble for their Fairy Tail."
"Let's give it a try. If that guy is involved too, then we'll mock him fiercely. We can count it as venting some anger!"
Makarov said with a smile. Although he said that, the old man clearly still held some trust toward Councilor Oug. In this regard, Moen admitted he could not compare to the old master.
Even toward someone who had constantly caused trouble for «Fairy Tail», the old master could still acknowledge him.
At most, Moen could only ignore that guy and keep out of sight and out of mind. If it came to truly respecting or acknowledging him, he genuinely could not do it.
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