Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Spirit Magic?!

Chapter 501 Realizing Zeref (Please Subscribe!)

Moen's appearance caught everyone off guard, even August and Erin Belserion hadn't expected him to come.

The "Alvarez Twin Walls" had just prepared to use force to wipe out all the opposition.

Among the "Shield of the Holy Trinity," Augustus and Erin Belserion possess overwhelming strength, and with Brandish, Jacob Recho, and others assisting them, although the two sides appear to be evenly matched in numbers, they are certain to win.

Of course, as Moen said, once they start fighting here, they won't care about anything else. The aftermath of the battle might destroy the entire imperial capital, and if they can't finish the battle quickly, it's not impossible that it could affect the entire continent.

But not now. Seeing Moen here, August and Erin Belserion both relaxed.

"If I hadn't come, you guys would have started fighting and it would have gotten really out of hand."

Moen smiled and explained to August and Erin Belserion that if the problem could be resolved peacefully, he wouldn't have come, but if a fight was the only option, it would be better for him to come and resolve it directly.

"I have never been fond of fighting, but I am good at resolving conflicts. Listen to me, stop fighting and surrender obediently. Don't waste everyone's time."

Moen's gaze fell on Larcade and Inbel Yura, the two main figures of the problem.

One is a demon who believes he is Zeref's son and the most qualified to inherit the throne; the other is a die-hard Zeref fan who, after Zeref's death, is consumed by revenge and is "exploding."

As for the others, like Ajir Ram and Neinhart, they were simply belligerent; we just needed to beat them into submission.

"Mount...Doleah!"

Upon seeing Moen appear, Inbell Yura was consumed by rage. He stubbornly believed that Moen was responsible for Zeref's death. He was usually a very intelligent and rational person, but when it came to Zeref, he completely lost his mind.

"Brainless fans are terrifying..."

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Looking at Inbel Yura, Moen sighed.

"Go to hell!"

Without any hesitation, Inbel Yura charged straight at Moen and unleashed his strongest move. Nicknamed "Winter General," he was skilled in "ice" magic. He covered himself in ice armor and a sword appeared in his hand, which he then used to slash at Moen's head.

As Imbell Yura rushed in front of Moen, Moen calmly raised one hand, palm facing Imbell Yura, his body radiating the light of the [Aquarius Gold Cloth].

"Buzz!!!"

A surge of icy battle aura erupted from Moen's palm, directly enveloping Inbell Yura. This caused Inbell Yura to sneer. This guy actually dared to use "ice" to fight him. It was simply showing off his skills in front of an expert. He was seriously underestimating him!

"Sizzle!"

Wielding his ice sword, Inbel Yura charged towards Moen without dodging, directly plunging into the icy battle aura created by Moen.

Without any suspense, amidst the icy battle aura, Inbell Yura was directly covered in ice, his entire body turning into an ice sculpture.

Imber Yura maintained his forward-charging, sword-wielding stance, a cold smile on his face, looking as if he was certain of victory.

Things happened very quickly; from the moment Imber Yura rushed towards Moen to the moment he was frozen into an ice sculpture, it was only a blink of an eye.

Before the members of the Twelve Shields could react, Imber Yura had already been defeated, without any suspense or resistance, which made the atmosphere in the assembly hall terrifyingly cold.

"Spare his life!"

August was the first to react, and he quickly shouted. His reaction was quick, after all, he had a certain understanding of Moen's strength. Irene Belserion also reacted quickly, but she did not want to plead for Inbel Yura.

"Imber is actually a good person, very capable, he'll figure it out..."

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August spoke up to plead for Imber Yura, saying that "General Winter" had always been a good person when he wasn't insane, and the entire empire was well-organized under his rule. August didn't want to lose such an excellent ruler.

Moen glanced at August and finally nodded. The problem with Imber Yura was actually easy to solve. Just take him to see Zeref. Zeref was a die-hard fan and would definitely listen to him. That would solve the problem.

This Imber Yura is capable of governing such a vast empire as the "Alvarez Empire," so it's quite normal for August to want to keep him.

"Next."

Moen ignored the frozen-up Inbel Yura and turned his gaze to Larcade.

"Buzz!"

Larkad's face was grim, but he did not back down; instead, he launched an attack.

Beneath Moen's feet, a swarm of white tentacles shot out from the ground and coiled towards him.

"Bang!"

Moen didn't even move; the white tentacles simply exploded, unable to touch him at all.

"hateful!"

Larcade cursed and immediately unleashed his ultimate move. They weren't stupid; they naturally realized that Moen's strength was terrifying.

"Peaceful sleep for the dead!"

Larcade's magic is the magic of controlling desires. Those tentacles just now could give anyone who came into contact with them the ultimate physiological pleasure, and could also make enemies lose their ability to fight.

This "sleep of death" can induce drowsiness in all targets within a certain range, making them feel tired, and when they close their eyes, they will fall into a deep sleep forever, entering the sleep of death!

"ha...

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Moen chuckled, and his Saint Cloth transformed, this time into the Lyra Silver Cloth. He gently plucked the lyre in his hand, and the melody of the "Nocturne of the Journey of Death" began to play. Larcade was instantly immobilized; his body began to slumber, and his spirit and soul began to slumber as well.

In the blink of an eye, Larcade lost all his aura. It was as if he had completely disappeared. He was still there, but it was as if he had been stripped from the river of time and banished from this space-time.

With a wave of his hand, Larcade's body vanished and was taken into his personal space. After all, this guy was a demon, so he should take him back to Mirajane and not let him go to waste.

"Next."

With a smile, Moen continued to look at Neinhart, Agil Ram, Serena, and Bradman.

"Who still wants to fight? Who's still not convinced?"

Moen simply stood there calmly, with a smile on his face, without exuding any aura. He just stood there, but it made the four members of the "Twelve Shields of the Holy Light" take a few steps back.

"Ha...haha, what's the point of fighting? Chairman Moen is incredibly strong, I admire him. I can't beat him, I admit defeat. If we had known that Ishgar had such a powerful mage as you, we definitely wouldn't have bothered with Ishgar."

"Desert King" Ajir Ram laughed awkwardly and immediately admitted defeat. He was just belligerent and warlike, not stupid. Moen's strength was undeniable. Inbel Yura and Larcade were both instantly killed by Moen using their specialties. This was even more terrifying than "Magic King" August.

"Magic King" August is also adept at using this method to defeat enemies. He can break the enemy's magic and then turn it into a stronger magic to defeat the original owner of the magic. However, "Magic King" cannot instantly kill Inbell Yura with "Ice Magic" or Larcade with "Sleep".

Ajit Ram was sensible; if he couldn't win, he couldn't win. Rather than making a fool of himself, he might as well admit defeat and try to take as little damage as possible.

"Good, good, good. A wise person knows when to yield."

Moen laughed. This "Desert King" Ajir Ram was quite interesting. He could bend and stretch, arrogant when things were going well, and humble when things were going badly. This guy was also quite intelligent.

Agil Ram naturally approached Auguste and Erin Belserion, a smile on his face, and greeted the others warmly without any awkwardness.

Brandish twitched his lips, speechless, while Timalia burst out laughing. Her eyes were fixed on Moen, looking eager to try. This guy was also a battle maniac, who loved fighting and challenges. The reason she stood on August's side was simply because her good friends were all on his side.

Otherwise, Timalia Yesta would likely have sided with the war faction, as she also desired to invade Ishgar.

It's not that I crave conquest, it's that I want to go and fight to the death with the mages over there.

Seeing Ajir Ram's behavior, Neinhart looked at him with disdain. He was never afraid to fight, no matter how strong the opponent was.

"Let me see your fear!"

Neinhardt stared at Moen and activated his magic, "Conjuration Magic: History of Corpses," a spell that allows one to peer into the mind of an enemy and materialize powerful foes or mages who have instilled psychological trauma in the opponent.

The person materialized possesses all of Neinhart's original memories and combat abilities. Of course, only those weaker than Neinhart himself can possess full combat power; otherwise, their strength will still be diminished.

The object of the materialization must be a dead person. Multiple figures can be materialized against one opponent. If the materialized person feels fear, the materialized person will disappear. If the caster is defeated, the materialized person will also disappear.

That makes sense. The characters Neinhart manifests are all powerful enemies or people the target previously faced. If the manifested characters develop fear of the target, then there is indeed no need for them to continue existing.

However, Neinhart stared intently at Moen but saw nothing; his magic had not worked at all.

"How is that possible?!"

The Neinhardt man was dumbfounded. He didn't know what was going on. Had he failed to see through the man's fear, or had this man truly never encountered a powerful enemy? Never met anyone who could instill fear in him?!

"Your magic is quite interesting."

Moen smiled. He really found this "Conjuration Magic: History of Corpses" very interesting. It was a magic that could be used to train people and apprentices. By using this magic directly on them, he could summon several sparring partners.

"Buzz!"

With a thought, Moen directly impacted Neinhart's soul, stirring up Neinhart's deepest fears.

A figure appeared, a figure that shocked everyone. The person materialized before Neinhart was none other than His Majesty the Emperor of the "Alvarez Empire," the "Progenitor of Dark Mages," Zeref.

"Ha, so you're really afraid of Zeref."

Moen laughed out loud. He hadn't expected that Zeref would be materialized. The person Neinhart feared most was Zeref. But that wasn't hard to understand. It was hard not to be afraid of Zeref when he was around.

"What...is going on?"

Zeref was materialized and asked in confusion, "Didn't I remember being dead? How did I end up here?"

These materialized people are essentially a kind of soul projection. Moen's strength is naturally far greater than Zeref's, so the Zeref he materialized is a Zeref with complete strength and memories.

"Your Majesty Jelf!"

Upon seeing Zeref appear, not only Neinhardt was stunned, but the other members of the Spriggan 12 were also completely dumbfounded, their expressions varying as they stared at Zeref.

"Buzz!"

Moen also released "Winter General" Imber Yura.

At this moment, when these people saw Zeref materialized, they truly felt that Zeref was really dead. Otherwise, he would not have been materialized by this "Material Magic: History of Corpses," because only the dead can be materialized.

"Your Majesty Jelf!"

"Winter General" Imber Yura was extremely excited when he saw Jelf.

"Imbel, obey Moen's orders."

Jelf looked at Imber Yura and then spoke directly.

After a moment of confusion, Zeref immediately got into the zone. He instantly understood his current state and was also familiar with Neinhart's "Conjuration Magic: The History of Corpses".

"The Twelve Shields of the Holy See, and everything concerning the Alvarez Empire, is under Moen's command. Do you understand?"

Jelf glanced around at the various expressions on everyone's faces and then spoke up decisively.

Even though he was just a person materialized by magic, the members of the Twelve Shields dared not disobey him in the slightest.

"Yes, Your Majesty Jelf!"

Without any hesitation, the members of the Twelve Shields accepted the order.

"I'm sorry, Moen, I've caused you trouble."

Jelf looked at Moen with an apologetic expression. He should have arranged all of this in advance, but now he had caused Moen trouble instead.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

Moen smiled and answered, then gestured for Jelf to look at August.

"Your Alvarez Empire is now in the hands of your son."

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