Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Its entire body was pitch black, and its facial features were blurred, except for its pair of clear black and white eyes, which were like two rotating yin and yang symbols, in which life and death were intertwined.

The figure held a jet-black scythe longer than its own height in its right hand, with fine black particles flowing from the edge of the blade.

On his left hand, several jet-black magical threads extended from his fingertips, piercing into Zeref's spine, the back of his head, and the joints of his limbs, suspending the cracked man in mid-air like a broken marionette.

Ankhseram, the god, has finally stepped out from behind the scenes and into the spotlight.

The air temperature dropped sharply.

The aura of death spread in all directions like a violent storm. The land beneath their feet, which had become a basin, along with the entire mountain forest, completely collapsed in a few breaths. Even the soil lost all its color, turning into a gray and lifeless wasteland.

This time, the death energy emitted was more than ten times stronger than any before, after all... what controlled Jellal was only a small part of Ankhseram's power.

Now that He has appeared in person, His power is naturally incomparable to what it was before.

Hope stood in mid-air, looking at the dark figure facing him, feeling the overwhelming pressure that swept over him like a tsunami, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

"Is this your true nature? It's so ugly it's hard to describe."

"No wonder you wanted to borrow Gerald's melancholic and handsome body. By the way, Ankhserram, are you insecure about your looks?"

"It's alright, I, Hope, never judge people by their appearance and would never laugh at you behind your back."

So you just smiled at my face, huh?!

The grand entrance, carefully crafted, was shattered by just a few words, leaving Ankhseram so angry his stomach ached, even though he didn't actually have that kind of organ...

Chapter 469 You want to learn? I'll teach you!

After the design forced Hope to temporarily lose her magnetic field power, she was still unable to subdue this despicable human. The god, who looked down on all living beings from above, finally chose to take down his true form.

Ankhseram's scythe slammed heavily into the void, emitting a mournful echo that resembled a wail. His voice was no longer as cold as before, but instead carried an almost sacred solemnity.

"All you can do is talk tough, but it's okay. You'll know you're wrong once I pull your tongue out."

"That won't do."

Hope smiled slightly, "My girlfriends are very satisfied with my tongue. It concerns my lover's happiness, so I can't easily give it up to you."

So what if you have a girlfriend?

Don't they know that showing off your love will lead to a quick breakup?

Ankseram's voice deepened, and the surging death energy around him solidified as he spoke, making the air thick and heavy.

"Quick-witted and eloquent."

"I'll see if you're still so stubborn when I crush your limbs and hang them in the void rift to slowly obliterate you."

"Wow, that's brutal."

Hope covered her face without any sincerity, feigning fear, and said in a fake tone, "But when you want to intimidate someone, can you please not use such low-level and unoriginal torture methods? It's so lame, okay?"

Ankseram's forehead veins bulged.

He had seen countless humans, but none had ever been able to hit the mark with such precision that every word He uttered caused His blood pressure to spike.

"Ha... Laugh all you want, you'll soon understand just how deep the chasm between gods and ants really is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ankhseram's figure vanished.

Hope's pupils contracted sharply, as if sensing something, and at the same time, he unleashed a thunderous punch powered by 200,000 volts to his side.

His fist collided with another jet-black fist.

Amidst the thunderous roar, golden lightning will illuminate the gods of life and death, who are surrounded by the magic of death.

Anxelam suddenly grinned at Hope.

The next instant, an overwhelming force slammed into him from the front. The power of the 200,000 Volt Garai magic was no match for it, and Hope was sent flying backward until he crashed into a nearby surviving hill before stopping his retreat.

Standing up from the ruins, Hope looked at the several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his right arm, torn open by the magic of death, from which blood seeped.

Fast and strong.

Ankhseram's speed and power were on a completely different level from when he controlled Zeref. The trajectory of Zeref's attack was so blurry that it was almost impossible to catch.

If it weren't for the 'electric current' keeping Hope's reflexes at their peak, he might not have been able to react in time to that punch.

"How brilliant is that?"

"I only used one-tenth of my strength in that attack just now."

Anxelam's voice came from above. The dark figure had somehow become suspended in mid-air, looking down at Hope.

Those clear, black and white eyes seemed to want to drag Hope into that eternal vortex of life and death.

"Do you think you can humiliate me with close-quarters combat like before? Do you think your tricky magic will work again?"

"Did you think you were able to hit me before because I couldn't keep up with your speed?"

"No, it's just that I like it."

"I want to see you swing your fist with all your might, like watching an ant struggling to move food ten times its own size—funny, but pointless."

Hope shook off the rubble and dust from his clothes and interrupted Ankseram, who was rambling on and on, "Tch, all that babbling doesn't change the fact that I beat you up before."

One sentence instantly broke Ankseram's defenses.

After ambushing Hope, He genuinely wanted to play tricks on Hope, but He truly didn't expect that Hope, without using magnetic field power, could still pose a threat to Him, which is why He had no choice but to intervene in His true form.

After all, even gods have pride.

The gray, dead earth beneath Hope's feet instantly cracked, and the emerald green magic of "Life Earth" wove vines that broke through the soil and wrapped around his right arm. Vigorous life magic surged into the wound, and the wounds that had been constantly eroded by death magic healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moving his wrist, which had been restored to its original state, Hope waved at Ankhseram, whose face was as black as charcoal, and laughed, "I also have to thank you, you brainless god, for giving me life magic, otherwise I would have had to use my own magic to heal myself."

Thank you.

"Thank you so much!"

Anxelam angrily swung his scythe.

The pitch-black scythe ripped through the void, leaving a trail of death in the air—a torn black crescent moon. The crescent moon seemed to move slowly, but it flew toward Hope at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound.

Hope turned slightly to the side and saw the black light almost graz his cheek. A small mountain a few miles behind him suddenly split in two and then collapsed into dead earth.

With just one sickle, an entire mountain of life was harvested.

The true form of the deity is terrifying.

Hope touched the faint bloodstain on her cheek, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Hey, not bad. That was an interesting move. You've finally lived up to your reputation."

"Then you should really enjoy it."

Ankseram twirled the scythe in his hand, "Because next, I will let every inch of your skin taste the flavor of my divine weapon, the Death Scythe."

The god of life and death moved once more.

This time, Hope was completely focused and saw his opponent's movements clearly. The extreme amplification of his body's response by the 'electric current' allowed him to keep up with his opponent's rhythm.

As the scythe swept across, Hope ducked to avoid it, then delivered a straight punch, crackling with lightning, to Ankhseram's ribs.

The fist landed.

But the texture felt wrong; it was like piercing through a layer of viscous liquid.

The next second, Ankhseram's body suddenly turned into flowing liquid, which in turn tightly enveloped Hope. Its resilience was so strong that even Hope could not break through it for a moment.

And this brief moment.

Ankhseram appeared less than a meter away from him, slashing down with his scythe. A black light flashed without warning, aiming straight for Hope's throat.

Hope slashed out with a backhand strike, the massive flame illuminating the battlefield, which had been shrouded in the gloom of death magic, and burning away the incoming death magic as well.

Ankhseram frowned. "Impossible! Even my death magic can be used as fuel, what kind of magic are you using?!"

Hope appeared in the flames, surrounded by layers of fire.

Ankseram hadn't used his full strength before, so why would Hope play his trump card?

"It's nothing, just the 'Ultimate Fire' magic that combines all fire-attribute magic."

"You want to learn? I'll teach you."

Chapter 470 Strange

"Fusing fire magic?"

Ankhseram paused slightly in his hand with his scythe, his black and white eyes narrowing slightly.

He fused a large amount of fire magic into one, sublimating it to a higher level of fire magic... and in His understanding, this level of magic could no longer be considered magic that humans should possess.

Rather, it is “authority,” that domain that belongs exclusively to God!

If one masters a single magic spell to its fullest extent, one is qualified to become a god.

It is truly... ignorant of one's own limitations that a mere human dares to attempt to intrude into the realm of "gods".

Although his face was so dark that his expression was impossible to discern, Hope could sense the increasingly gloomy atmosphere surrounding Ankhseram. He smiled nonchalantly:

"It seems my magic surprised you."

"You don't think that just because you're a god who controls life and death, you can see through all the magic in the world, do you?"

"Stop joking, the path of magic is vast and wide."

Ankseram did not respond.

He silently swung his scythe again, the black blade drawing an arc in the air, and silent ripples of death spreading in all directions.

Perhaps because Hope had scolded her too many times, this time Ankhseram didn't have any fancy special effects; all she emitted was a simple, overwhelming death magic that took lives.

Death Domain, activate!

Unlike the Dead Domain that was activated before, this time Ankhseram used a complete Dead Domain. All life within the magical range would be rapidly extracted, and the reaping power was ten times stronger than that of the Dead Domain.

The earth giant that Hope had previously created with the magic of "Life and Earth" and Ankhseram's life force was easily blown away like quicksand by the winds of death in this pure impact of death magic.

The sheer power of the Earth Giant, powered by Ankhseram's life magic, is evident from the fact that it blasted Zeref's body into near-immortality with a single punch, while simultaneously turning the forest into a basin.

But even such a powerful earth giant, with a large amount of life magic, could not put up the slightest resistance in the Death Domain and collapsed completely.

"Wow, this is really impressive..."