Fairy Tail: I Am the God

First, the claws turned into stones.

Then... it spread to half the body, and finally to the head, completely extending to the whole body.

It only took a short while.

The white tiger king, its eyes wide with fury, stood frozen to one side. No matter how powerful, how fiercely arrogant it had been before.

At this moment, it suffered the same misfortune as its kin, becoming a fresh stone sculpture!

Chapter 197 Gildas Makes His Appearance (Third Update)

"I never expected that your merman slave would also survive."

Looking at the few remaining people on the field, Saint Charmaco's gaze suddenly shifted to the fishman, his eyes filled with disgust. He turned to Saint Roswald beside him and the Celestial Dragons present, and said coldly and disdainfully, "Open your eyes wide and take a good look. This game should be considered a win for me, right?"

“Your slaves are all trash. How can anyone survive without my help?”

"By the way, Saint Roswald, and you, that fish-man trash, are nothing special. You can't even handle a single beast. It's a shame I'm having such a good time. Inferior races are just inferior races, they'll never amount to anything and should stay in the water for the rest of their lives."

"Hahaha..."

Having humiliated these Celestial Dragons, Charmaco Saint wore a haughty, all-encompassing smile, while inwardly feeling extremely smug.

As a long-time rival, listening to Saint Charmaco's arrogant laughter, Saint Rozwald's chest heaved violently, and a raging fire suddenly rose in his heart that was difficult to quell.

But he did not refute it; in fact, it was true, and there was no need to argue.

However, when Roswald Saint looked at Hancock, a faint killing intent surged in her eyes, and the gazes of her two sisters and her fish-man slaves suddenly became extremely hostile, flashing with a cold light like swords.

"elder sister..."

While calling out, Sandasonia and Marigold jogged over to Hancock's side.

"That's the power of a Devil Fruit, it's amazing."

“These ferocious beasts are no match for my sister.”

Hancock seemed not to hear these words, calmly leaving her two sisters behind, and walked straight towards Saint Charmaco. Through the cold beast cage, she looked up and stared directly into his eyes, saying, "I have won this game. Do you still keep your promise? Let the three of us leave."

"Um...?"

At this moment, Saint Charmaco was in high spirits, showing off to everyone, when he suddenly saw his slave interrupting him and daring to speak to him in such a tone. A look of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and his face immediately darkened.

Their gaze was haughty and superior.

With an air of regal superiority, he surveyed the ants below.

"Indeed, I promised to release you if you win this game."

Charmaco Saint scrutinized Hancock closely, his eyes suddenly narrowing slightly as he revealed a playful smile. He said, "And your performance was indeed quite good. Naturally, I will not break my promise and will certainly agree to your conditions."

The moment those words were spoken, Hancock, Sandasonia, and Marigold were shaken and their faces lit up with joy.

Finally...we can go back to Amazon Lily?!

however.

But the next second, the words spoken by Saint Charmaco plunged the three of them into the deepest abyss.

"Therefore, I have decided to let you leave in thirty years."

"What...you mean, thirty years?"

Upon hearing this, Hancock's eyes widened suddenly, revealing a look of astonishment.

"Are you kidding me?"

Even Hancock's two sisters screamed in disbelief, their faces filled with helpless despair.

Thirty years is a long time, let alone whether I can live to see that time!

However, since they have spent half their lives here, it would be better for them to just die and avoid suffering those torments.

Charmaco Saint chuckled, a mocking and disdainful expression on his face. "I've already given you the opportunity, and I believe you already have your answer in your hearts."

"And if you speak to me in that tone again, I'll have your eyes gouged out."

"Damn it... Damn it."

Hancock trembled with rage, cursing incessantly in her mind, her anger suddenly flaring up, yet she was helpless.

He couldn't help but clench his fists.

After a short while, Hancock adjusted her breathing, slowly taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down completely.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded!

"Hey, I said."

"You're making things too difficult for that little girl. A man should keep his word."

From the shadows, a tall and imposing figure suddenly emerged. It was Gildarts, who had walked in with his hands in his pockets. He glanced around at the Celestial Dragons in the arena, his face calm.

"who are you?"

"Wait, you're not wearing a protective shield? Are you an escaped slave?"

"Quickly, someone, capture him!"

Gildarts' sudden appearance startled many Celestial Dragons, who hurriedly pushed aside their chairs and stood up, as they hadn't expected a stranger to intrude.

One of them was the most furious.

Especially since this place is the family residence of him, Roswald Saint!

“How dare this lowly commoner act so recklessly on my territory! Seize him!”

Saint Roswald, who was already suppressing his anger, was ready to shift his venting to Gildas the moment he saw him.

to him.

The death of a commoner is as simple as stepping on a grasshopper.

Saint Roswald looked down on those races inferior to the Celestial Dragons from the bottom of his heart.

With a wave of his hand, more than twenty guards dressed in black suddenly appeared in the courtyard, rushing towards Gildas's location with a terrifying murderous aura.

At this point, Gildas calmly raised his head.

At this moment, a hint of contempt rose in his eyes.

"Oh? That's right!"

"I almost forgot that you shouldn't even be considered human, or rather, you're less than animals..."

As he spoke, Gildas slapped his forehead, feigning sudden realization, but upon closer inspection, one could see a faint, cold smile on his face.

Inside the cage, the slaves stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. As if realizing something, their expressions became excited, and they hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Let's go!"

"Don't stay here, leave now."

Although they didn't know each other, they had all been slaves since they entered the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. These slaves did not want to see their fellow countrymen fall into the hands of the Celestial Dragons again; such a fate would surely be worse than death.

The third update is here.

Chapter 198 The Celestial Dragons Reveal Their Ugly Side (First Update)

Gildas remained calm, as if he hadn't heard anything. He merely raised his head slightly, glanced at the slaves in the cage, and then strode leisurely forward. His expression did not change in the slightest due to the tense and oppressive atmosphere around him.

However, they hadn't walked more than a few steps!

"Crush."

As Gildas watched the black-clad guards almost reach him, a surge of magical energy flickered in his eyes, suddenly gleaming with a deep light, and he murmured the following words.

Just the next moment.

An immense and terrifying aura, as heavy as a towering mountain, suddenly emanated from him, pressing down across the void.

"Boom!!!"

For a moment, the air trembled slightly.

At this moment, an invisible and terrifying pressure, along with another extreme destructive force, combined with the power to annihilate everything in the world, and began to vibrate violently.

A terrifying and awe-inspiring power emanated from him, extending in all directions.

Suddenly, all the black-clad guards within a twenty-meter radius had their bodies contorted in the strange shift in space.

It looked as if a mirror had shattered.

Then...

Within Gildas's sight, all the black-clad guards before him stood frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped.

The next second, the bodies of these guards suddenly collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch, without a single drop of blood splattering out.

Silently...

They were completely transformed into countless fleshy pieces, scattered like raindrops on the ground, yet they evoked no sense of bloodshed or disgust.

Gildas stared straight ahead, continuing to walk indifferently, avoiding the chunks of flesh scattered on the ground, like a grim reaper taking lives with every step, his face displaying an extremely indifferent expression.