Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Hope frowned slightly, not because she was truly afraid of the complete death domain, since this thing couldn't extract her life force at all.

However, he suddenly discovered that the magic power of Ankhseram, who had been brought down to the main body, was constantly increasing.

The source of his strength was the life He had previously taken from him.

The Death Domain can transform life into death magic and feed it back to Ankhseram. The weakened version didn't show any increase in power, but the full version of the Death Domain provides enhanced power, which Hope can no longer ignore.

Looking at the deathly domain stretching eastward toward the city of Vesdalen, Hope unhesitatingly channeled her magic.

The crimson flames slowly swirled, and in an instant, the firelight climbed up to the sky.

The expansion of the death domain was forcibly halted, and the pitch-black death magic and crimson-gold flames tore at each other at the boundary, emitting a piercing sizzling sound.

"You're thinking of using death to reap lives in the city, even though you're more than a hundred kilometers away?"

Hope's voice carried a hint of mockery, "I never expected that the mighty God of Life and Death would be so possessive of his food."

“Protecting food?” Ankseram sneered. “Humans are to gods what cattle and sheep are to humans. There’s really no difference. They’re all ‘food’.”

"But cattle and sheep are also property, and humans will cherish them."

Hahahaha!

Ankseram suddenly laughed, his voice chilling as if it were a ghostly laugh seeping from the depths of the earth, "You think I care about you ants? I just like watching you struggle, fear, and die."

"Then you really are a pervert, whether it's your personality, your hobbies, or your appearance..."

Hope was merciless in her words, "Speaking of which, do all of you gods have a common problem? You've been forced to manifest your true forms because of mere humans like me. Even though you've already broken down, you still have to put on an aloof and superior act."

"Aren't you tired of pretending?"

Ankhseram's body surged with magic, and the intense magic caused a faint cracking sound in the air.

enough.

He had had enough of this human's mouth.

Ankseram held the scythe horizontally in front of him, and the black particles on the blade suddenly surged, transforming into a long, black river that swept forward with overwhelming force.

Death in the torrent!

Countless illusory faces surged in the black river, each one wailing silently.

Those were the lingering images of countless beings devoured by Ankhseram's death magic over the years, now released in full force, their resentment and death magic intertwined to create an incomparably powerful destructive magic.

Hope's expression hardened slightly. From the dead earth beneath his feet, emerald light spread wildly like wildfire, and the gray-white earth of 'Life Earth', which had completely lost its vitality, regained its color.

Plants sprouted from the soil, and vines climbed upwards, instantly forming a "wall of life" several meters thick in front of him.

The torrent of death crashed against the wall of life.

Two diametrically opposed forces collided violently, and the wall of life was eroded at a visible speed, but at the same time, new life constantly emerging from the earth was frantically filling the gap.

The speed at which defenses can recover is still slower than the rate at which death magic erodes.

Hope, watching this scene from behind the barrier, was somewhat puzzled. When Ankhseram tried to seize the life magic that he had injected, he hadn't used it all on the Earth Giant.

She spent the remaining portion of her life on this Life Wall move.

Hope thought she could put up a fight, but it turned out to be quite a struggle.

Doesn't this mean that Ankhseram's death magic is more powerful than his own life magic?

Hope thought about it more and more and felt that this guess made a lot of sense. After all, the guy on the other side had been tricked and had his life magic stolen for free on the 'Life Earth'.

It's so unbecoming of a god who controls "life" and "death" to be unable to see through even a life magic created by a human on the spot.

Even if the magic of life and death are at different levels, Ankseram should not have performed such a shameful act in terms of life magic.

After all, He is a god who has lived for countless years, and time alone can accumulate unparalleled experience and knowledge for Him.

However, Anxelam failed to immediately detect the "trap" in Hope's life magic.

Is that correct?

Recalling all the strange occurrences, Hope felt increasingly uneasy.

But this was no time for distraction. In those few brief seconds of turmoil, Hope's final barrier to life had been completely breached, and the torrent of death was imminent...

The next second, the flames suddenly intensified, as if the sun had fallen to earth, distorting and deforming the air in the deathly battlefield.

However, this flame is not the 'Ultimate Fire' magic.

Hope caught a familiar scent and instinctively looked toward the center of the falling flames.

Hey, hey, hey, could it be that guy?

However, just as he wished, a hot-blooded pink-haired man, whom Hope recognized very well, appeared in the firelight and waved to him with a grin.

Haha! Didn't expect that, did you!

"I'm here to help you!"

Chapter 471 The Dragon Who Suffered a Setback?

Who exactly is this person?

It's Natsu, of course! Otherwise, it would be Happy.

Seeing Natsu suddenly join the battle, Hope pinched the bridge of his nose, wiped his face, and was quite surprised by the guy's arrival.

It should be noted that this area is now completely covered by Ankhseram's Death Domain. Once inside, not to mention ordinary people, even low-level magical creatures will have all their life force instantly plundered by the terrifying death power.

Ankhseram's Death Zone is a dead end for most mages, but for Natsu now, it is not an insurmountable place.

Natsu's figure emerged from the flames, his body wreathed in crimson flames, mirroring Hope's golden "Limit Flame," yet fundamentally different.

Hope raised an eyebrow and looked Natsu up and down. "Hey, what are you doing here? This isn't a battle you can just meddle in."

"Hahahaha!" Natsu grinned. "I borrowed my dad's power! Let me give you a hand, Hope."

The flames on Natsu's body were completely different from usual. The temperature and density of those flames far exceeded Natsu's usual limits. Even when using 'END' mode, they weren't this outrageous.

Hope certainly noticed that the flames enveloping Natsu as he charged into the battlefield were extraordinary. The dragon's might contained within them was domineering and intense, even burning a hole through the Death Domain.

It's obvious without much thought that this is inextricably linked to the Fire Dragon King inside Natsu.

Igniel really spoils his son to this extent. Since even the dragon father doesn't mind, what else can Hope say?

Although Natsu was not as powerful as the true Fire Dragon King when he descended, the fact that he had burned through a small area of ​​the Death Domain made him more than qualified to provide support.

That said, if the Fire Dragon King's partial power can help Natsu temporarily reach this level, then wouldn't the Black Dragon, as the destroyer of the dragon race, be even more powerful?

No wonder the black dragon chased after this so-called god all over the world after learning of Ankhseram's existence.

Despite agreeing, Hope still laid down three rules with Naz: "It's fine if you want to help, but if you feel you can't hold on any longer, retreat immediately at the slightest sign of trouble. Don't push yourself too hard."

Natsu nodded emphatically, his excitement evident. "I'll remember that. I definitely won't cause you any trouble, Hope."

Ankseram, who was being treated like air by the two of them, slightly shifted his clear black and white eyes and let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

"Ha, just a moth drawn to a flame."

"Oh right, you've already got yourself into trouble, you're on fire now."

Natsu's eyes lit up, and he gave Him a thumbs up. "You truly are a god! How did you know my next sentence was 'I'm fired up'?"

Anksera: ......

The scythe drew an arc in the air, and magical power surged like a tide, instantly repairing the hole that Natsu had burned through the Death Domain.

Anxelam looked in Natsu's direction and said, "You hot-blooded ant who has disappeared without a trace, since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Who's afraid of who!"

Fiery red flames rose from Natsu's body, engulfing him entirely in flames. "Power is boiling, magic is burning, my flames are erupting!"

"Fire Dragon King Mode! Activate!"

"At this moment, I am... invincible!"

"That's enough, that's enough."

Hope quickly stepped forward and covered Natsu's mouth, who was still posing.

If he remembered correctly, the line this guy just said seemed to be the catchphrase of a certain Kamen Rider known for his frequent setbacks and nicknamed "The Setback Dragon".

Power boost + Dragon + Fire = Failure

All the conditions for the "defeat formula" have been met, and Hope is genuinely worried that Natsu will also become a "defeat dragon" in a moment.

Especially since their enemy is the extremely dangerous Ankhseram, and death magic poses a great threat to the living, if Natsu were to get into trouble, Hope might not be able to protect him.

Even if he had the power of the Fire Dragon King Igniel, it wouldn't work.

Anxelam didn't care about anything else; all he wanted to see was rivers of blood.

The death magic was activated, and before it even got close, Natsu felt his hair stand on end, as if countless cold hands were reaching out from all directions to drag him into an endless abyss.

But he did not back down.

Instead, he charged towards Ankhseram like a cannonball, leaving a long trail of crimson flames behind him, and the scorching heat pushed away the surrounding aura of death.

Ankhseram's death magic was burned away by the flames the moment it approached Natsu, making a sizzling sound.

Anxiram looked at Natsu charging towards him with a disdainful expression. "A mere human who borrowed the power of a Dragon King dares to stand before me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Natsu's fist was already slamming towards him.

Fire Dragon King's Crushing Fist!

Flames erupted, blasting violently across Ankhseram's face, the shockwave spreading outwards and further eroding the already ravaged ground.

Ankseram didn't budge, though his head was knocked to the side.

Anxiram, whose face was mostly burned by the Dragon King's flames, slowly turned his head, and no matter how hard Natsu tried, he could not stop him.

"Not bad, but... that's about it."

Anxseram looked at Natsu and said calmly, "It's a pity you're too weak. You can't even unleash half the power of the Dragon King within you."

A silent, black blade flashed past.

Ankhseram merely swung his scythe casually, and a jet-black crescent moon tore through the air, heading straight for Natsu's face.

Natsu's pupils contracted sharply. The oppressive feeling of the death magic made his hair stand on end. The distance was too close, and his body did not have time to dodge.