Fairy Tail: I Am the God

hiss!

Upon hearing the name 'Uru', everyone present gasped, their hearts trembled, and they felt as if they had fallen to the bottom of an abyss, as if a huge rock was pressing down on their chests.

Even the intimidation and terrifying pressure that Rost exerted on everyone paled in comparison to Uru in the slightest.

In an instant, the room fell into a silent and desolate silence, as if even the soft sound of a needle falling to the ground was exceptionally clear and distinct, as deep and resonant as a bell.

quiet!

This strange phenomenon was ignored in silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Who is Uru? He is one of the most powerful of the Ten Great Wizards, an ice-type archmage, and one of the top experts in the world.

Her realm is unfathomable; she has reached a profound and exquisite level in the path of magic. Her unimaginable strength is no less than that of any male mage. She is a model of female virtue, proving that women are just as capable as men.

Although she rarely takes action, without exception, those who oppose her either suffer physical harm or are critically injured and on the verge of death; none of them have a good ending. After all, every Grand Mage who reaches the Saint-level is regarded as a demigod, and their methods are beyond the reach and imagination of ordinary people.

A moment later, everyone came to their senses, and in an instant, a huge wave surged in their hearts.

"How did Uru get here? And why didn't anyone notify me? This is a huge matter, a huge matter!" Rost's eyes were bloodshot, as if covered with a layer of crimson blood light, and a cold killing intent like that of a demon emanated from him. His voice trembled, but it was a soft whisper in everyone's ears, like a death warrant, indifferent and cold.

"We were unaware."

One by one, the crowd knelt down on the ground with a thud, and began to speak in trembling voices.

"Damn you bunch of good-for-nothings! How could I, Rost, have a bunch of good-for-nothings as my subordinates? Trash, a bunch of scum!" Rost roared fiercely, his hoarse roar echoing throughout the room. He wanted nothing more than to kick these people a few times to vent his anger and calm his panicked emotions.

The Holy Demon is invincible, but Uru is even more formidable, especially after she learns of her daughter's ordeal. It's likely that none of the people here will leave alive.

Rost pondered for a moment and asked, "Where are they? Where are they now?"

"No need to look anymore, I've arrived." A deep and ethereal voice echoed, followed by a silvery-white light that flashed like a sword, graceful as a startled swan and a swimming dragon. A chilling current swept over them, engulfing the entire room.

In an instant, snowflakes danced like butterflies, and a chilling breeze swept by, like the sharp edge of an icy blade, filled with a fierce killing intent.

A woman with a graceful and flawless figure, like a peerless beauty stepping out of a painting, took a step into the air, accompanied by ice and snow. Her stunning figure and murderous aura swept over her like a raging flood, sending chills down one's spine.

Her once gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a darker side. Her ruthless and cold gaze was almost spitting fire, and two sword-like eyes pressed down fiercely.

Those icy gazes sent a shiver down Rost's spine, as if he were being pricked by needles or choked.

Not to mention Rost, all the white-robed men lowered their heads even further, their hearts trembling, unable to look directly at Uru's face.

"Lord Uru, you've come from afar. As the director of the Magic Research Institute, I am truly sorry for not greeting you properly," Rost said with a forced smile, his face twitching slightly. Just moments ago, he had been reprimanding his subordinates with an arrogant and domineering demeanor, but now, his obsequious and fawning attitude was utterly repulsive. He was truly a mad dog who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Uru glanced at him indifferently, and Rost instantly felt a chill run down his spine, broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart pounded.

In that instant, fear spread.

"What's wrong with me coming to take my daughter home?"

"My lord, your daughter is already resting and should not be seen by anyone. It's truly..."

"Humph!"

Uru snorted softly, and in an instant, the biting cold current surged like a raging river, and the turbulent magic stirred up the wind and clouds like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire room in a dramatic and undulating manner.

The temperature dropped by more than three degrees, and the chilly air made people shrug and hunch their shoulders. All the people in white robes took several steps back, as if they wanted to get away from this place of trouble.

However, they dared not; they were afraid, they were panicked, and their minds were in complete turmoil.

The wind howled like blades! Snowflakes danced in the air like ice crystals.

"Do you really think I know nothing? Hmm?"

"What are you saying, sir? I really don't know. And Lord Uru, you injured my research institute's people for no reason. If the council finds out, sir..."

Rost wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his face and said meaningfully.

"Don't give me that nonsense. I, Uru, never allow myself to be threatened. Who do you think you are to threaten me?" Uru's eyes narrowed, like a cluster of starlight, with a surge of killing intent emanating from them.

Although she made no move, her invincible aura was on full display, an unwarranted domineering presence, the holy might of a Saintly Mage, as if an empress herself had personally descended upon this place.

The aura of imperial nobility is not to be trifled with, and it awes the heavens and the earth.

Uru took a step forward, and with each step she took, a spiderweb-like pattern of footprints and cracks appeared, suddenly whipping up a surging, violent cold current that froze time and space in an instant, imprisoning everything in the river of time and space.

A soft humming sound emanated from it.

Suddenly, the blizzard stopped abruptly, and the whole world became quiet. No other sound could be heard except for the sound of one's own breathing in the cold winter.

The ice swirled up rapidly!

Click! ! ! !

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Chapter Eleven Mission Completed

In the blink of an eye, the storm whipped up icy snowflakes, a fierce surge that spread rapidly in all directions of the house, like a dragon plunging into the sea, churning endlessly.

The fierce cold wave swept away everything in its path with overwhelming force, leaving nothing in its way. A thin, translucent layer of frost quickly covered the area.

"Crack!!!"

The deep blue halo resembled the luster of amber, and the clouds shot out powerfully, crisscrossing in all directions. Clumps of white curtains suddenly drifted by, and the hazy, condensed ice particles resembled the brilliance of diamonds. The bone-chilling airflow roared through the heavens and earth, fierce as wolves and tigers, pouncing down.

call! !

A gust of wind swept by...

Suddenly, the whole world froze over, and all was quiet.

Without exception, all the white-robed figures present were instantly sealed by this vast and powerful ice force, trapped in the ice and snow, utterly powerless to struggle or resist.

Each one transformed into an ice sculpture, the swirling chill spreading outwards. Within the thick, white mist lay unimaginable deadly intent, a power that could freeze everything.

This scene, this power, is truly awe-inspiring!

Rost was also suppressed by the power that burst forth in an instant. His whole body was paralyzed by the bone-chilling cold. There were crackling sounds and an endless, unparalleled power. His legs below the abdomen were completely frozen, like two icicles. Moreover, the powerful ice force continued to invade Rost's entire body, as if it would not stop until it achieved its goal.

Click! ! Click! !

"Damn it, Wind Blade Burst."

Rost roared, his blood-red eyes flashing, and his fierce killing intent surged forth like a rain of pear blossoms. Sharp wind blades shot out like swords, tearing through the ice beneath him.

Kaka...

The frost gradually cracked, and the ripples spread out like silk threads. The ice crystals burst, turning into countless flying flower petals that shot out one by one before settling down.

After breaking free from the frost, Rost's face was purple from the cold, and he shivered.

"Bah! Bah!"

In an instant, the magic flowed rapidly, slightly easing the icy atmosphere. Then, he gasped for breath, and clouds of mist swirled around him as he exhaled a torrent of hot air.

This left Rost feeling lingering fear!

He deeply felt the terrifying power of the Holy Demon's attack. This was just a casual move by Uru, like a casual blow to a cat or dog, which he could barely cope with.

The ice element, with its overwhelming power, swept across the heavens and earth, freezing everything in its path; nothing could stop it.

Despite being an S-rank wind mage, he couldn't stop Uru, nor was he a match for him.

Meanwhile, Rost was already considering dropping his shoe and running away; he didn't have the confidence to fight Uru head-on. His men, well, they were all insignificant ants; if they died, they died, and the higher-ups wouldn't blame him too much.

The most urgent task is to save one's own life. An S-rank wind mage is a formidable force in any organization, a true pillar of strength.

However, once a person dies, everything is gone. Rost still has plenty of time to enjoy life, and he is extremely unwilling to accept it. It is not worth it for an S-class being to die here.

"Oh? Hehe, I didn't expect the director of the Magic Research Institute to be an S-rank wind mage."

Uru frowned slightly, which was unexpected. Rost, who usually kept a low profile and seemed to be a high-level magician, was hiding his true strength. His purpose was intriguing.

It's important to understand that in the far north, the number of mages is less than one-tenth of that in the prosperous center of the continent. Low-level combatants are the majority, and truly powerful ones are rare. Normally, a single high-level mage can dominate a region, and an S-rank mage can become a king, establishing a power that lasts for centuries, with no one daring to provoke them.

But in the center of the continent, high-level combatants are as common as dogs, S-class combatants are everywhere, and even Saints and Demons are common and not difficult to find.

An S-rank wind mage living in a tiny magic research institute is a waste of talent. If there's no secret he's hiding, who would believe him?

They definitely didn't come from the far north; they were at least from a major power on the continent, and a dark guild at that!

But so what if it's S-class? It's never truly entered Uru's field of vision.

This is as trivial as stepping on a leech on the side of the road in Urumqi.

"No matter which faction you belong to, since you've been causing havoc in the Northern Ice Region, you should know that the far north is my territory. Today, I, Uru, will act on behalf of Heaven to eradicate the entire Magic Research Institute and crush this malignant tumor that's been lurking in the far north and harming people." Uru declared in a vow-like tone, his words sharp and incisive.

At this moment, the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish, but became even more intense, like a materialized arrow that spread out and pierced through Rost, turning him into a sieve.

Upon hearing this, Rost felt a sense of foreboding, and a hazy shadow fell over his heart.

A soft hum reverberated through the space.

Rost flashed forward, impatiently taking a step across the air. Magic flowed from the soles of his feet, and a hurricane suddenly arose out of nowhere. The wind howled and pushed his feet, and in an instant, a black shadow reached the sky.

"boom!!"

A large hole was torn in the roof, bricks and tiles shattered and flew everywhere, dust rose, accompanied by ice crystals.

Suddenly, all the wind and snow from the outside rushed into it, like a river bursting its banks and surging into the gap. The wind and snow were extremely fierce, like a whale swallowing a dragon's breath.

"Hmph! Trying to escape? You're overestimating yourself. Did you even ask me?"

Uru smiled dismissively at Rost's little tricks, completely unconcerned.