Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Natsu suddenly froze, remembering his "first" meeting with Zeref on Tenrou Island.

Zeref lost control upon seeing him, and when the curse erupted, black death energy swept in, but Natsu survived the wave of death unscathed, except for the white scarf he always wore, which turned black.

The scarf was made from the scales of the fire dragon king Igniel, and it was a gift from a father to his son.

Natsu was heartbroken at the time, but fortunately, the scarf turned white again not long afterward, and he stopped worrying about it.

But now...

Natsu removed the white scarf from his neck. "Ignir's scales once shielded me from a cursed death eruption. Does that mean...?"

Lucy and Happy's eyes lit up. The "Contradictory Curse" was part of Ankhseram. Didn't that mean that the Fire Dragon King might have the strength to contend with a part of that god's power?

Natsu clenched his fists, speaking to the scarf in his hand, and also to his adoptive father who had been watching over him from inside his body:

"Igunir, help me!"

Chapter 466 Who Will Outlast Whom?

Deep in the forest, a hundred miles from the imperial city of Vesdalen.

Hope punched Ankhseram hard, slamming him into the trunk of an ancient tree that took two people to encircle. Splinters flew everywhere, and the entire tree exploded in the middle before crashing to the ground.

The unfortunate tree, having lived for so many years, never imagined that someone would come to this remote corner to fight.

At this moment, Ankseram could no longer be described as human; there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and small pieces of bone were deeply embedded in his internal organs.

But His laughter remained unrestrained.

"Haha! Again and again! I'm used to it!"

Hope withdrew his fist without changing his expression, took two steps back, and was slightly out of breath.

The continuous high-intensity output, the previous long-distance spatial teleportation magic, and the relentless onslaught have resulted in a huge consumption of magic power and physical strength. What's even more troublesome is that the virus in the body also requires magic power to suppress.

Even Hope was starting to feel the strain.

His attack rhythm finally slowed down noticeably. And this slight change was enough for Ankseram.

He broke free from the broken tree trunk, and his body was rapidly repaired under the embrace of life energy. His bones and flesh were put back in place, and his skin and flesh healed. In the blink of an eye, his face was as good as new again.

"You've slowed down, human."

Anxelam cracked his neck, making a snapping sound, and looked at Hope with a playful gaze. "Although you still have some strength left, can you continue to launch that unreasonable, storm-like attack?"

"You should worry about yourself first." Hope gave him the middle finger, and at the same time, a lightning spell with 100,000 volts struck down instantly.

Ankseram not only did not dodge or avoid, but even took the initiative to meet the lightning ball head-on.

A blinding flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings for a moment, charring Ankhseram black, but his laughter grew even more rampant, "Hahaha! Your power has indeed weakened. With magic of this level, I could fight you all day long."

"What Captain America? You've got the wrong channel!"

Anksera naturally didn't understand this joke from another world.

But He didn't care. With a surge of magic, the tangled arcs of electricity vanished. Then, in a tone that seemed to suggest he hadn't had enough, He continued, "Let's continue! I can't wait to see you, you lowly human, exhausted like a dead dog!"

Hope's lips twitched. Had I damaged this guy's brain?

However, he didn't show it on his face. He just took a deep breath, stretched his shoulders, and then looked at Ankhseram with a mocking smile. "You seem to have misunderstood something."

"What?" Ankseram's smile faded slightly.

Hope did not answer, but responded directly with action, transforming into a bolt of lightning once again and rushing towards Ankhseram.

"Fool, do you think I'll continue to play along with a lowly human like you?!"

Ankhseram snorted coldly, abandoning his defense and choosing to go all out. His previous passive defense was merely an attempt to deplete Hope's power, so that he could kill him once Hope's stamina and magic were exhausted.

Only a death born of despair is the best art.

Otherwise, would they really think He's a masochist, and that the previous battles were just playful banter?

Now the farce is over.

"Dead Zone: Withering!"

The pitch-black death energy spread in all directions like a tide, and the trees within a hundred meters withered, decayed, and turned to ashes in an instant. Even the birds in the sky fell from the sky before they could even cry out, losing their life.

Hope's charge was forced to stop. He watched as the ground beneath his feet was completely devoid of life under the erosion of death energy, turning into grayish-white dead soil.

Within the 'Dead Zone', the life force of the living will be continuously eroded, becoming Ankhseram's power.

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming at him, Hope chose to withstand it head-on. Although he couldn't use magnetic field power, his foundation as a strong magnetic field user was still intact.

His vigorous vitality was enough to make him disregard this level of death magic.

The dead zone did not continue to expand; the lives that had been taken were transformed into death magic, which gathered on Ankhseram's right arm, forming a giant, pitch-black claw.

"I let you fight for so long, now come and take this move from me!"

"The Claws of Death!"

Ankhseram swung his right arm out, the massive black claw tearing through the air and sweeping across Hope's direction, carrying a dense aura of death.

As the pressure of the death magic intensified, Hope leaped into the air, clasped her hands together, and lightning condensed into a dazzling ball of electricity in her palms.

A ball of lightning, formed from a million volts of high-voltage current, shot out of his hand, trailing a fiery white tail, and crashed toward Ankhseram's location. Hope followed closely behind, his right hand like a knife, wrapped in flames and lightning, slashing down simultaneously!

Magnetic Field Mastery - Ultimate Style - Ultimate Palm Thunder!

Of course, this is the magic version.

The clash between two of the world's strongest warriors resulted in the forest being torn open by a dark rift, the earth cracking, and the land within a radius of a hundred meters collapsing several meters deep in the shockwave, forming a huge bowl-shaped crater.

The trees in the area were already almost gone, and now they have all been leveled.

Ankseram smashed through several stubborn tree stumps, rolled several times on the ground before barely managing to steady himself, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He was horrified to discover that Hope was faster and stronger than before!

"Your magic and stamina... were already..."

"Oh, you mean this?"

Hope casually took out a magic crystal containing powerful fire magic, crushed it, and swallowed it whole as soon as the fire magic was activated.

The Dragon Slayer's abnormal physique began to exert its power, and fire magic was immediately converted into energy that surged into his limbs and bones.

Hope made a lot of these magic crystals when he had nothing to do. He originally planned to give them to a few Dragon Slayer Mages in the guild as supplies, but he ended up using them first.

Hope has many other ways to replenish her physical strength and magic.

Ankseram said he could play with Hope all day long.

But isn't Hope the same?

It's hard to say who will outlast whom.

Seeing the humans strolling leisurely in his dead zone, Ankseram, who had recovered completely, turned grim.

He finally realized Hope's true purpose in forcing him out of the city.

This forest is more than a hundred miles away from the capital, and there is no human habitation within dozens of miles around it.

Here, there are no civilians to worry about, no companions to protect, so Hope can unleash her full potential without any concerns.

Chapter 467 Life and Earth

No longer holding back, Hope unleashed her full magical power.

A powerful surge of magic, like a tangible wave, swept out from him, causing the cracked earth beneath his feet to shatter and the leaves of the entire forest to tremble. The echoes from the distant mountains rolled in like muffled thunder.

Ankseram suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet lose its support. Looking down, he saw that the once solid soil had turned into a viscous swamp in the blink of an eye. The dark mud churned and bubbled, enveloping his legs from all sides and pulling him downwards.

The next second, the forest erupted in chaos.

The giant trees that had stood silently seemed to have been infused with souls. Their thick roots burst out of the soil and spread wildly like a swarm of snakes. Jagged rocks were pulled up from the ground and gathered into a torrent, covered with moss and soil.

The entire forest seemed to come alive, transforming into a giant tidal wave that swept over the figure in the center of the swamp with overwhelming force.

Ankseram was half-swept into the swamp, looking up at the tree roots and torrent of boulders that blocked out the sky, a disdainful sneer appearing on his lips.

"Hmph, a plant without even a thought dares to..."

He didn't even intend to make a move. The death domain he maintained around him automatically spread out, and a dense, dark aura rippled outwards, causing vegetation to wither and rocks to turn to dust wherever it passed.

In Ankseram's view, the seemingly earth-shattering attack was nothing more than a large-scale manipulation spell. These mindless inanimate objects would immediately lose their life force upon entering His domain, unable to even get close.

However, the next second.

Except for dealing with Hope, the Death Domain was invincible. When it struck, it was as if it had encountered an unstoppable force, and the tree roots and rocks pierced through it as if it were tearing thin paper.

Instead of withering, the plants multiplied at an even more frenzied rate, surging forward with soil and gravel, tearing the darkness surrounding Ankseram to shreds.

Tree roots coiled around His arms, waist, and neck, while piled-up rocks pressed down on His body, making Him unable to move.

"How is that possible!"

Ankseram stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

His "Dead Domain" can continuously and intensely extract all life within its range, transforming it into death magic that sustains the domain.

These plants, wrapped in rocks and soil, should have turned into lifeless dust in an instant once they entered the territory. But instead of disintegrating, they became more and more vibrant, brimming with almost boiling vitality.

Hope could ignore His Death Domain, after all, even Ankhseram himself had never seen a being with such vigorous vitality.

But how could his magic work too?

In particular, this is a magic spell that controls plants to attack.

Hope slowly landed on the wooden throne that was shaped to fit his body, looking down at Ankhseram, who was imprisoned by tree roots and rocks, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Can't figure it out?"

Ankseram stared at him with a gloomy look, choosing not to speak in order to save face, which was already almost gone.

But Hope didn't keep him in suspense, explaining casually, "That move just now was a fusion magic I created by using the magic of 'the arc of a tree' and 'plants' as its framework, and then incorporating a large amount of earth, wood, and water magic."

"'Life·Earth'."

Water is the source of life, and the earth is the cradle of life, nurturing countless creatures in the world.

If the realm of death wants to seize the life that represents the earth, it should first ask Mother Earth if she agrees.