Fairy Tail: I Am the God

With only one move left, neither Dumbledore nor Grey dared to be careless.

After all, nobody likes to lose, especially since this bet involves other issues.

"Your ice magic is powerful, but it consumes a lot of magic..." Dumbledore said slowly, looking at Gray meaningfully.

"It's alright, come on, let's see if I can block your all-out attack with my last move!"

Gray regrouped, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore, ready to attack or defend at any moment.

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, glanced at Fawkes on his shoulder, and his whole body burst into flames.

The next second, the flames merged with Dumbledore, and an overwhelming sea of ​​fire surged forth, as if the whole world had become a sacred place of fire.

Flames raged across the sky and the earth.

Under the overwhelming magic, Gray had reached a point where he had nowhere to retreat, or rather, he never intended to retreat in the first place.

"Ice...Barrier!"

"Armed and domineering!"

Having no intention of retreating, Gray chose to fight it out.

With the addition of a large amount of magical knowledge, Gray is no longer a novice and has developed his own means of attack and defense.

His Dragon Slayer technique is his sharpest blade, and this combination of ice barrier and Armament Haki is the source of his confidence to choose to confront it head-on.

Flames, intensely hot, swept in, and Gray squeezed into the surrounding spatial rift as if squeezing toothpaste, his body seemingly covered by a thin film.

The next second, the already unstable space began to shake violently under the impact of the flames.

Gray seemed to be standing in another world, coldly observing everything outside, remaining unmoved from beginning to end.

Outside the ice barrier were blazing flames; inside stood Gray, his face grave.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed slowly, and Gray's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face beginning to turn pale.

The magical power required to maintain the barrier is undoubtedly enormous.

This magic power is different from a single use of the Dragon Slayer Secret Technique; instead, it is like a pump, constantly drawing it outwards.

Just five seconds later, Gray's magic was completely depleted, while the flames continued to rage outside.

"Shh!"

In the eighth second, Dumbledore's area-of-effect magic finally came to an end.

At the same moment, Gray's legs buckled, forcibly cutting off the supply of magic, and the ice barrier collapsed with a crash.

The Armament Haki covering the main parts dissipated.

"Heh...Dumbledore, I won!"

Gray was drenched in sweat, but he was in a very good mood.

A high-level wizard is equivalent to a great wizard in the Harry Potter world, while a legendary wizard is equivalent to the Ten Wizard Saints in the Fairy Tail world. Although they are only one level apart, this level is like a chasm.

Therefore, it is rare for magicians to be of a higher level than each other, but Gray is currently an exception, relying on his strength as a high-level magician to fight against a legendary wizard from the Harry Potter world.

At the very least, Gray couldn't think of any way he could defeat Dumbledore head-on.

Perhaps, by launching a surprise attack unexpectedly, unleashing a Dragon Slayer technique, there might be a chance of success.

However, it is more likely that Dumbledore has more trump cards up his sleeve, and even a sneak attack might not be effective.

That's why Gray smiled happily.

This not only means that Gray has gained some initial self-defense capabilities when facing legendary mages.

This also means that he has taken another step closer to becoming a Wizard of the Ten.

"That's powerful ice magic. Where did you learn that?"

Dumbledore put away his wand and asked Gray, whose face was ashen.

“My master, Uru, was also a magician, and according to the standards of your world, she was a legendary magician.”

Grey sat on the ground, panting heavily, and what he said made Dumbledore pause for a moment.

The saying "the student surpasses the teacher" is not without reason. Seeing Gray's powerful magic, he found it hard to imagine what kind of legendary mage Gray's master was.

"You are very talented, born for magic! Now that I have witnessed your magic, I can say with certainty that no one in the Order of the Phoenix can rival you."

Perhaps, even if I wanted to kill you, it would take me some time, and there's no guarantee of success!

Dumbledore exclaimed, his admiration evident in his words.

Of course, his success here is not guaranteed, not because Gray can block a few of his moves, but because of Gray's mastery of ice magic.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's praise, Gray showed no joy, instead waving his hand with a wry smile.

Compared to a true ice mage, he was far inferior to Uru. Uru's attack unleashed a blizzard that swept across the land, turning the surroundings into a vast expanse of white.

To be honest, he simply stood on the shoulders of giants, thus avoiding some of the detours he had to take.

If he were truly exceptionally talented, he wouldn't have accumulated experience through several worlds of reincarnation missions and still be stuck at the level of a high-level mage, while Erza and others far surpassing him have already stepped one foot into the threshold of becoming one of the Ten Saints.

Having regained some of his magic, Gray stood up from the ground and said:

"Dumbledore, if I were to fight the new Voldemort, how many moves could I withstand?"

"Three moves, or two moves!" Dumbledore said firmly, without a hint of joking.

Reality was harsh, and Gray's expression turned somewhat grim.

If what Dumbledore said is true, then with his current strength, if he were to face the new Voldemort...

Unless you choose to escape immediately, you will likely be killed by your opponent within two moves.

Two moves, that's not a fight with Dumbledore. He'll have time to think.

In a real battle, it can be done in the blink of an eye in two moves. If you don't escape during that time, you'll probably be chopped down like vegetables.

"You might barely last ten moves against me, but against that guy (the new Voldemort), you probably wouldn't even last three. Now think about it carefully: if I really side with him, how many moves could you last against the two of us?"

Dumbledore looked at Gray, nudged Fawkes a couple of times with his hand, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll go with you to Azkaban."

"it is good..."

Gray no longer hesitated; he had seen Dumbledore's sincerity, or rather, the other party's strength.

As Dumbledore said, if he really betrayed them, Grey would probably not even survive a single move against them.

This, in turn, proved that the old wizard before them was still the same Dumbledore in his white robes.

Chapter 278. Profit First, Good and Evil Take a Backseat. (Third Update)

Azkaban is a small island in the North Sea that has nothing but Dementors.

Similarly, without the FlooNet connection, things like Floo Powder are ineffective.

“The island where Azkaban is located has a large no-fly zone. We are currently 16 kilometers away from there, and the only way to get there is by sea.”

Dumbledore found a small boat, which was said to have been left behind by people who came to visit Azkaban.

Gray stood on the beach, watching Dumbledore cast a spell that transformed the small boat into something brand new, and said:

"Dumbledore, has the new Voldemort contacted you?"

Dumbledore jumped onto the ship, checked the reply status, and said without looking up, "Yes, but I did not agree!"

"What did he tell you?" Gray was very interested in this topic and couldn't help but ask.

Dumbledore raised his head slightly and whispered:

"That person promised me that as long as I cooperated with him, he would take me away from this world and, when he had the ability in the future, cancel the infinite reset of the world and let this world grow freely!"

"Why don't you agree?"

Driven by magic, the small boat slowly drifted into the distance, and Gray's question came from the boat.

Upon hearing Gray's question, Dumbledore thought for a moment and explained:

"Trust is not cheap. I never believed what he said was credible, and I couldn't meet his demands!"

Dumbledore didn't say what the request was, but Gray could guess.

The person who replaced Voldemort, being a reincarnation of the God's contract, would definitely have scoring points as his primary objective.

Gray could imagine that Dumbledore's feelings must have been complicated when the other party made this request, and not as relaxed as he claimed.

For the next while, Gray remained silent, and Dumbledore also stopped speaking.

The small boat drifted further and further away on the sea. Just as the two of them were searching for land, a towering flame suddenly shot into the sky from afar.

"Is that the location of Azkaban? Is there a fire there?"

Even from three or four kilometers away, the flames could be seen shooting into the sky, which indicated that the fire was definitely not small.

Dumbledore stood at the bow of the ship, using magic to steer the small boat forward at a faster pace, heading towards the burning Azkaban.

Five minutes later, Azkaban prison came into view.

Gray and Dumbledore jumped off the ship and stared at the building engulfed in flames, remaining silent for a long time.