Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

The perspective shifts, and Hope looks down at the "god" sprawled in the pit below, breathing heavily.

The virus was still operating in his body. Although he used healing magic to restore the corrosion that the virus had previously caused inside his body, it was only a temporary fix and could not completely purify the virus.

After all, it was a poison carefully crafted by Ankhseram. Not to mention Hope, even Zeref, a master of magical research, would be helpless for the time being.

Without the virus, the magnetic field cannot rotate, and without the power of the magnetic field, this hateful "god" cannot be eliminated.

But Hope still had that infuriating smile on her face.

He stomped his foot on Ankseram's chest and sneered, "Hey, hey, hey, you're supposed to be a god, why do you look like you've been beaten up and are depressed? Should I introduce you to a psychologist?"

"I know someone who is good at using fire for psychotherapy. Although he keeps saying 'get fired up,' when it comes to talking... well, he's actually not that great."

Ankseram suddenly came to his senses.

Those eyes instantly lost their previous dazed state after being beaten, replaced by an anger that came from being toyed with and humiliated.

With a burst of magic, Ankhseram sprang up from the bottom of the pit and then retreated at an incredible speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

He retreated to a distance of twenty meters before finally stopping, folding his hands in front of his chest. A dark magical barrier unfolded like a giant wave, layer upon layer protecting him within it.

After setting up his defenses, Ankhseram looked at Hope again, his chest heaving slightly. The lingering apprehension in his eyes was quickly replaced by a dark and intense killing intent.

"You lowly thing."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a low, deliberately suppressed rage, "Using that incomprehensible electricity and magic, acting like a wild beast... how dare you make me lose my composure like this."

Hope smiled as she looked at the heavily guarded god. "Have you been beaten senseless? Lost your composure? If I were to beat you a couple more times, you might have lost control of your bladder."

The humiliating words made Ankseram's fingers tighten, his nails almost digging into his palm.

He had to admit that he had made the grave mistake of underestimating his enemy.

He thought that Hope, who had been infected with the "magnetic field virus," would have his power greatly reduced, his body would gradually collapse, and he would eventually turn into rotting flesh and pus under the erosion of the virus.

That's why He was so arrogant at first, standing there letting Hope hit him, wanting to enjoy the powerlessness and despair on Hope's face when facing an immortal being.

But the result?

Not only did he fail to witness Hope's despair, he himself was left completely stunned.

Even without using the power of the magnetic field, the man's close-combat ability, achieved solely through the combination of an unreasonably strong electric current and magic, was already beyond the realm of common sense.

Ankhseram had to admit that he had been suppressed by Hope in close-quarters combat from beginning to end. Hope's terrifying speed and strength in close combat left him no room to cast spells.

If it weren't for the 'contradictory curse' He cast upon this body, keeping it alive, if it weren't for the incredible resilience of the immortality granted by the curse...

Anxelam didn't want to think about it anymore.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "To achieve such a terrifying level without using that strange magnetic field power, it seems I really underestimated you before."

Hope chuckled lightly. "What, are you scared now?"

“Fear?” Anxelam’s lips curled into a smile. “Just surprised. But… the stronger you become, the more certain I am of one thing.”

"Today, you must die here!"

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and magic gathered in his palm. A suffocating dark aura began to spread wildly from him.

Previously, due to his arrogance, coupled with Hope's ridiculously strong hand-to-hand combat ability, Ankhseram didn't even have time to cast a single spell and was simply used as a punching bag by Hope.

"I was careless before."

"But now, I will make you, an ant, understand why I... am a god!"

The moment the words fell, Ankhseram clenched his fist, and the ball of dark magic suddenly expanded, transforming into a rolling black tide that surged into the sky and enveloped the entire area.

The sky above the entire capital city suddenly changed color!

The clear blue sky seemed to have been splashed with thick ink, and darkness began to spread wildly from directly above the palace, with churning clouds blocking out the sun and the temperature plummeting.

A pure and icy aura spread rapidly from the center outwards, covering the entire city with a suffocating sense of oppression.

A dense, deathly energy pressed down like dark clouds before a storm, looming over the heads of all living beings in the city.

It was a sense of despair that could not be described in words.

Even the mages, who were dozens of meters away in the stands, felt a chill run down their spines, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

Hope looked up at the black tide of death that blotted out the sky, feeling the deathly power contained within it, and even he felt a chill run down his spine.

This magic is essentially a large-scale release version of the "Death Hunt" from the "Contradictory Curse".

Those creatures touched by death energy will have their life force mercilessly crushed. From plants and insects to human mages, anyone touched will be irreversibly led to death.

Even the mighty August and Irene were completely unable to resist this erosion.

What's worse is that the city has more than 100,000 permanent residents, and with the caravans and travelers coming from all over, the number of people gathered in the capital at this moment is at least several hundred thousand.

Anxelam was serious; He intended to use Jelf's body to turn an entire bustling city into a dead zone.

This is the true power of a god in a magical world.

A single spell can easily claim countless lives.

Ankhseram tilted his head back, his arms outstretched in the torrent of death, and a near-manic pleasure appeared on Jelf's face:

"You lowly human, aren't you so capable? I'd like to see how you plan to save the lives of 100,000 people in this city, including your companions!"

"Now... let this exciting 'True Death Hunt' begin!"

Chapter 464 The Sky-Stealing Water Wing

Black magic poured down from the sky like a tsunami, transforming into countless black threads that twisted and swirled in the air like living things before spreading wildly in all directions of the city.

Each black line represents a life.

Anyone touched by that black silk will have their life force instantly killed. Ankhseram intends to use Zeref's body to turn this bustling city into a death zone!

Hope's face darkened.

If it's just a single magical attack, Hope has countless ways to block it or even counterattack it.

But the "Death Hunt" is different; it covers the entire city.

Hope could protect himself and his companions in the training ground, but he couldn't protect tens of thousands of people scattered throughout the city in a short time.

Moreover, he cannot use magnetic field power now.

"Hope!" Erza called from afar, the usually composed female knight's voice trembling slightly, "The residents of the city..."

“I know.” Hope’s voice was calm, but the mockery in her eyes was gone.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging pain within him.

Healing magic flowed through his body, constantly repairing the internal organs eroded by the virus, but at this moment he had no time to pay attention to the little tricks inside his body.

Hope glanced at Ankhseram, then at the black silk of death spreading towards the city. "Tsk, large-scale AOE is such a hassle."

"Wings of Water!"

Hope suddenly opened her arms wide, and a dazzling blue light burst forth from her palms.

A massive water ring instantly expanded outwards from him, the ring-shaped water flowing rapidly across the ground like a transparent moat, sweeping over the palace, crossing the streets, and flowing over the city walls, instantly enveloping the entire capital and forming a giant magic circle with a diameter covering the entire imperial capital.

He intends to teleport all the city's hundreds of thousands of residents, along with the city itself, to a place that Ankhseram cannot reach for the time being—the parallel world of Edolas!

Ankseram was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Trying to move everyone in the city? Don't be ridiculous! Even if you're a genius among geniuses, you can't possibly do something like that before the death hunt descends upon the entire city!"

Hope ignored His taunts and focused all his energy on activating the magic circle of the Water Wings.

Relocating cities isn't unheard of; the relocation of Hope, the five cities on the back of the Wood Dragon, wasn't too difficult. This time, however, it's a race against death.

However, Hope underestimated the speed at which death would strike.

When the curse of Zeref is unleashed, the death energy has a noticeable slight pause before spreading, but Ankhseram, the main user of this curse, does not have any pre-cast delay.

Just as the black line representing death was about to fall, a massive magical power suddenly surged forth, condensing into a huge magic circle that stood between the city and the sky.

Ankseram's eyes widened slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Hope looked over in confusion, only to see that the terrifying power of death energy was actually being blocked by the magic circle.

There are more experts?!

A figure stood directly beneath the magic circle, his white robes fluttering wildly amidst the turbulent magical energy fluctuations—it was August!

At this moment, Augustus exuded a terrifying aura, and the surging magical pressure made it impossible for anyone except Eileen to get close.

Even Mavis, who possesses a "fairy heart," couldn't do it.

"Well done, August!"

"You truly are worthy of being the Magic King!"

Hope laughed loudly. August's exertion was beyond his expectations. This old man had been by Jelf's side for so long, it seemed that he had also tried to resist the death energy.

Anxelam stared at August for a while, then laughed and said, "So that's how it is. The 'chaos,' which belongs neither to light nor darkness, has reappeared. No wonder you were able to resist my magic."

"Chaos? What's that?" Hope asked.

Anxelam withdrew his gaze and said disdainfully, "As expected of ants, you don't even know what chaotic magic is. Fine, since you're all about to die anyway, I'll mercifully tell you!"

Whew, even this can trigger the villain's inevitable premature popping of champagne... Hope's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and her secret movements quickened a bit.

Ankhseram truly lives up to his reputation as a god who has lived for countless years; his knowledge is indeed vast.

According to Him, every few hundred years, a human being who carries the power of chaos will appear in this world. They are born with unique magical talents and wisdom.

Chaos is a very special kind of magic that can encompass magic of any attribute, including even Ankhseram's "death".

In theory, once a Chaos Mage reaches the highest level of cultivation, they can easily wield even the magic unique to gods, and their power is no less than that of the gods.

Simply put, top-tier Chaos Mages can rival gods.

But why hasn't a single Chaos Mage achieved this level over countless years?

Of course, it's because there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Having received the benefits bestowed by heaven, heaven naturally has to make them lose something in order to maintain balance.

Therefore, mages who bear chaotic magic often have endless hardships in their lives. Losing their families, being separated from their wives and children, and living a lonely life are commonplace.

The endless suffering caused the Chaos Mages of all generations to be immersed in their inner turmoil, which even time could not make them let go of, and they eventually died silently in some unknown corner.

Even more tragically, their deaths will go unnoticed, and no one will even know about them.