Fairy Tail: I Am the God

"Hey, where did you come from? State your name."

Amidst the wind and snow, and blurred by the snow, neither of them could clearly see their surroundings, only recognizing a woman's figure.

"Tap! Tread!"

Uru's cold, emotionless gaze swept over the two of them. He walked straight past without a word, as if no one else was there. The thick snow left only shallow footprints on the ground. A chilling current emanated from Uru, spreading to their feet.

A chilling feeling, a bone-chilling wind, stretched out.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" A series of crisp grinding sounds rang out, and a faint chill condensed, instantly freezing the two people into ice sculptures. Their lifelike appearance seemed to be full of life and vitality, and they were definitely not inanimate objects.

"Those who aid and abet evil deserve to die!" Uru shouted coldly, his gaze as sharp as a real blade, radiating a chilling and piercing intent.

After saying that, he ignored them and walked straight past the two of them, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Bang!

In an instant! The two ice sculptures shattered, turning into countless ice crystals, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading across their entire surface.

Those bones and internal organs, like real blocks of ice, suddenly shattered, and ice crystal fragments scattered outside, disappearing into the wind and snow, disappearing into this vast white snow world.

The fact that the magic research institute has stood firm in the far north for so many years, without anyone discovering their conspiracy, suggests that everyone here was involved. 4

No one is innocent. Even if there were good people, they would probably be dead long ago; otherwise, the magic research institute would have been crushed and utterly destroyed under the iron heel of the council.

Uru was neither a bloodthirsty person nor a soft-hearted one, but she had one principle: only kill those who deserved to die, and only execute the villains who deserved to be executed.

In fact, how many kind-hearted people are actually able to reach the Saint Magician realm?

As soon as I went in!

The familiar interior furnishings, modern equipment, and grand atmosphere were immediately apparent, but a faint, pleasant medicinal scent wafted through the air. The aroma, reminiscent of sandalwood, was invigorating and soothing, leaving a lingering and comforting aftertaste.

But all of this is just a facade, a show of force used to deceive others. In reality, who knows how many filthy experiments have been buried beneath the surface, stained with so much blood, that it makes one want to vomit.

The thought of those innocent children who died tragically, enduring horrific experiments day and night, their cries for help going unanswered, is unbearable.

Uru felt pity and suddenly felt contempt for those damned dark mages and their cold-blooded cruelty. An unparalleled killing intent arose in his heart, slowly stirring and boiling uncontrollably.

Uru raised an eyebrow, her body trembled slightly, her bright eyes were as cold as ice, and a chilling aura spread. She silently watched all this, the anger in her heart burning fiercely, like a volcano about to erupt.

An uncontrollable rage surged forth, and a chilling aura swept over, causing the temperature to drop even further.

Today! I! Am! Going! On! A! Massacre!

Stop the fighting with killing!

Enforcing the law on behalf of Heaven.

Uru didn't sneak in either. As one of the Ten Saints, she hadn't done anything wrong, and with her godlike strength, she could suppress the entire magic research institute with a flick of her finger.

Those who do not attain sainthood or demonic status are ultimately mere ants; how dare they compare themselves to them?

Moreover, how could a mere small magic research institute possibly have a Saint-level mage condescending to sit here? Therefore, in Uru's view, he alone was enough to sweep through the entire research institute.

tread!tread!tread!

Hearing the commotion, a receptionist hurried over. When she saw Uru, she paused, clearly flustered, and said, "Who is it... Oh! It's Lord Uru. I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly. May I ask what brings you here, Lord? Are you here to investigate Urutia? However, she is resting now and it's not appropriate for her to see outsiders. Please forgive her."

Click!Click!

With a wave of his hand, Uru unleashed a chilling aura that instantly froze the man into an ice sculpture. He then waved his hand dismissively and continued forward with an indifferent expression.

At this moment, Yan Ban's expression was extremely cold, and his killing intent spread out in a tangible form. His killing intent leaped like the cold glint of swords, and a terrifying aura swept across the heavens and earth, roaring incessantly.

Passing five checkpoints and slaying six generals!

"Bang!"

With each step, a person fell. Every enemy who dared to stand in Uru's way was turned into an ice sculpture without exception. The deathly cold ice crystals extended outwards from Uru in all directions.

At this moment, Uru transformed into a blood-soaked Asura, his entire body enveloped in Wang Yang's blood aura, surging with killing intent! His ferocious power was overwhelming!

Chapter Nine: The Frozen Magic Research Institute (Please add to your favorites!! Thank you!)

"Ice Vines! Cover them."

Click! ! Click! !

As the magic power within Uru surged wildly, it suddenly unleashed an incomparably powerful chill that instantly spread throughout the entire research institute. White frost, like a rainbow, shot out and transformed the area into a frozen wasteland!

This cold was not ordinary cold, nor was it ordinary oppression.

The overwhelming pressure emanating from heaven and earth, mixed with Uru's raging fury, shook the heavens and earth, as if freezing the air itself!

The world will bow down at Uru's feet. She stands proudly, awe-inspiring and alone, merging into the ice and snow, gathering the might of heaven. Her figure carries a hint of coldness, a hint of lonely indifference.

Almost everything was frozen in a crystal-clear layer of ice in an instant, no less impressive than the raging snowstorm outside. A true ice castle, like a dreamlike scene from a fairy tale, floated between heaven and earth, slowly taking shape. With an incomparably mysterious aura, combined with the texture of the ice, it transformed into the most exquisite works of art, lifelike and vivid.

It's freezing cold indoors!

The chilling air swept across the land, howling through the heavens and earth, freezing everything in its path, and then fell silent.

This completely alarmed everyone in the research institute. No matter who they were, looking at this suddenly appearing icy world, it was as if the river of time had been frozen, and space had locked up a region. Hidden beneath this beauty was an endless, chilling killing intent and an endless, terrifying coldness.

Everyone gasped at the sight, feeling a chill run from head to toe, their faces filled with horror.

"Who...who did this?"

"Damn it, what... what kind of power is this?"

Has someone broken into the research institute?

"..."

Everyone was stunned and shaken by this astonishingly terrifying power.

Such power! It must be the work of an exceptionally powerful ice mage, an extraordinary being, a high-level mage, no... no, it might even be an S-rank ice mage.

No one wanted to think about becoming a Saint Mage, nor did anyone dare to. It was a thought that instilled despair and extinguished any will to resist. The overwhelming and terrifying power made everyone subconsciously avoid this taboo idea.

From the lounge, a furious roar erupted, as if a torrent of anger had been unleashed. The voice was filled with a sharp killing intent, and the air quickly condensed into ice particles, causing the temperature to drop by more than three-tenths.

"Someone come here! What's going on? Can anyone tell me what happened?" Rost roared, slamming his hand on the table. With a loud bang, a clear five-finger handprint appeared instantly, deeply etched into the tabletop, with spiderweb-like cracks extending and spreading outwards.

In no time, the table shattered into pieces, like torn strips of cloth, turning into countless wood chips that flew through the air.

Rost's meticulous expression was twisted with extreme anger, his face dark and gloomy, almost dripping with black water. His murderous rage was written all over his face, covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" A group of people in white robes hurriedly ran out of their respective rooms, their faces filled with fear, not daring to slack off for a moment, with beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Some people run too fast, and because the ground is slippery, they fall flat on their backs, ending up with bruises and swelling.

A rustling sound...

A small group of a few dozen people in white robes stood before Rost. They looked at each other, stared at each other, and then silently bowed their heads.

His bewildered face still seemed to indicate that he didn't fully understand the situation, but he could secretly guess that an enemy had broken into the research institute.

Who on earth dares to break into the magic research institute? They must be up to no good; good intentions are not welcome here.

This person is sure to come with great force, and the research institute may not be able to withstand him.

After a long while, gazing at everything before them, no one spoke.

Rost was enraged, his fists cracking as he clenched his fists. A chilling killing intent flickered in his dark pupils; he wanted nothing more than to kill all these good-for-nothings. He paused slightly, then coldly demanded, "Are you all dead? Speak up! Does anyone know what happened? Huh!"

"My lord, we do not know." One of the men in white robes stepped forward first and replied tremblingly.

"I don't know... Heh, good that you don't know!" Rost snorted coldly, and for no reason stretched out his hand, pointed at his subordinate, and suddenly clenched his fist, an invisible force enveloping the white-robed man.

The space suddenly trembled, and in an instant, it contracted like a whale swallowing and exhaling, with magical power surging and boiling like water.

burst!

Like the muffled bang of a firecracker, with a "bang," the person vanished without a trace, leaving behind a horrific scene of blood splattering everywhere.

In an instant, blood, bone fragments, and mangled flesh were everywhere, splattering all around and turning white robes into red ones, as if turning this place into a living hell!

At this moment, everyone trembled uncontrollably, the fear spreading from their hearts to their bodies and minds. They dared not look up and look directly at each other, as humble and cowardly as dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

"Now, has anyone actually told me?"

Rost wore a cold smile, his condescending gaze pressing down on everyone present with an imposing aura that seemed to crush their shoulders. The weight of the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, almost crushing the bodies of all the white-robed figures in the room.

That feeling of sitting on pins and needles is exhausting, both physically and mentally, and fills one with dread.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Then came a series of hurried footsteps.

The newly arrived man in white robes, upon seeing the terrifying scene before him that resembled a living hell, felt his legs go weak and almost collapsed in fear. He stammered, "Report...Reporting, sir, I...I know who the intruder is? It's...it's Uru who broke in."

"Uru?"

Rost's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his voice, speaking in a deep tone.

Are you sure it's Uruguay?

"It was her. I don't know why, but she suddenly barged into the research institute and went berserk, killing anyone she saw. No one could withstand even a single finger from her or a single blow from her." Facing the invisible and terrifying pressure pressing down on him, the newcomer in white swallowed hard and said.

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Chapter Ten: Unparalleled Holy Might