Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Just then, a golden bolt of lightning struck from the side, precisely deflecting the black beam. The Crescent Moon of Death grazed Natsu's scalp and sliced ​​through a small hill several miles away.

Hope appeared beside Ankseram and delivered a powerful side kick that struck Ankseram's waist.

Five hundred thousand volts + ultimate lightning and fire magic poured out.

Full Power! Whale-Slaying Kick!

There were no techniques involved, only the most extreme destruction and power. The overwhelming force and power of the monstrous wave immediately sent Ankhseram flying backward.

Hope patted Natsu on the shoulder. "I told you to be careful. That guy is a god, after all. How could he be so reckless? You weren't scared just now, were you?"

Natsu swallowed hard, still shaken, as he looked at the mountain in the distance that had been shattered by Ankhseram. Although the god was powerful, Hope was no less formidable.

The fight is fought with mountains as the unit of destruction.

Is this level of combat really something he can participate in?

Chapter 472 To deal with a god, of course you have to use god-slaying magic.

"That guy..."

Natsu stared at the dark figure that flew backward and smashed a small mountain, muttering, "So strong."

Hope laughed and said, "What? Finally realizing how reckless you were just now?"

"Hehe." Natsu scratched his head. "I was just trying to help you, but you're right. If it weren't for you, I probably would have been sliced ​​in half like that mountain."

Although he temporarily received some of the Fire Dragon King's power boost, Natsu would definitely not be able to outmaneuver Ankhseram in a head-on confrontation.

The greatest help Natsu received from the partial power granted by the Fire Dragon King was that it spared him from the threat of being corrupted by the magic of death. As for the full extent of Igneel's power, it was something Natsu could not withstand at his current level.

Hope understood this, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. He relied on the earth's magic power and various magic crystals to restore his magic power and maintain his condition, but the fatigue from the long and intense battle returned.

Watching Ankhseram rise from the ruins from afar, Hope called out without turning his head, "Natsu, Ankhseram's Death Domain will continuously reap lives and convert them into His Death Magic. Do you understand what to do next?"

"understand!"

Natsu didn't waste any words, "It's just destroying that guy's territory, right? When it comes to causing destruction, if I, Natsu, am second to none in Fairy Tail, no one dares to claim to be number one!"

"Leave it to me!"

You've even become proud of it...

Looking at Natsu's confident assurance, Hope couldn't help but mentally complain.

In fact, all the mages in Fairy Tail are destructive when they fight. In terms of causing destruction, they might not necessarily lose to Natsu. It's just that they usually keep their temper in check.

After all, you have to pay for breaking things!

"Be careful, don't get too close to the area where we're fighting." After saying that, Hope drew on a surge of earth magic to replenish himself, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, a violent roar came from the direction where Ankhseram had fallen earlier. Golden lightning and fire collided with the pitch-black death magic, and the violent impact even ripped a layer of ground off that area.

The inexhaustible earth magic and the endless death magic clashed fiercely, and the unreserved battle between Hope and Ankhseram almost shook the heavens and the earth.

"Wow, Hope, that's amazing. But one day I'll be just as strong."

Giving himself a pep talk, Natsu forced himself to stop paying attention to that side. He hadn't forgotten the task Hope had given him, and turned to face the sky.

Natsu took a deep breath, the power Igneel had lent him flowing through his body, the scorching magic surging like magma in his lungs with each deep breath.

The long-absent crimson magic circle lit up.

An exaggeratedly thick pillar of crimson fire suddenly erupted from the magic circle in front of Natsu, shooting straight into the sky.

"The Fire Dragon King's Roar—!!"

The blazing firelight instantly illuminated the gloomy sky, and the pillar of fire broke through the seal of the death magic, like a scorching spear, tearing open a huge hole in the death domain that had just closed.

Black magical energy rapidly converged at the gap, attempting to refill the death zone.

But Natsu didn't stop.

He maintained his roaring breath, continuously pushing the pillar of fire towards the sky, tearing the crack wider and wider.

Ankhseram, who was fighting Hope, had a slight change in expression. He could feel his death domain being continuously burned, and the magic power used to maintain the death of the domain was being constantly evaporated in the face of the dragon king-level flames.

It's like a mouse gnawing a hole in a tent; the hole isn't big, but it's big enough for the wind to blow in.

It's just... infuriating.

Ankhseram's low magic surged violently, and a humanoid silhouette was forcibly peeled out from his pitch-black body, like a thread being pulled from thick ink, so fast that it left a blur in the air.

Hope immediately sensed something was wrong, but the change happened too fast for even him to stop it.

The figure flew rapidly towards Natsu's direction.

Hope recognized the man and his face darkened. It was Zeref, the man whose curse power and body had been taken away by Ankhseram's true form!

"You really have a twisted sense of humor, you bastard!"

Hope roared, concentrating his strength on his fist without any preparatory movement.

Full power! Ultimate Hardening! Ultimate Lightning and Fire!

Whale Killer Fist!

boom--!

The punch landed squarely on Ankhseram's head, the unparalleled force bending his head backward at an odd angle, almost shrinking it into his chest.

But almost instantly, this potentially fatal injury was healed by immense life force.

Anxelam lifted his head and straightened it, making a creaking sound as his knuckles rubbed together, which sounded very strange. "Your punch was much more powerful than that mortal rat's. If I hadn't been wielding life magic at the same time, I would have been seriously injured."

"Besides, fratricide has existed since ancient times, so how can my actions be considered a perverse sense of humor?"

Hope frowned, wanting to turn around and stop Jelf, but Ankhseram's scythe was already in front of him, surrounded by an aura of death, blocking all his paths.

"Your opponent is me, so don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Anxelam's elation returned. "Let's enjoy this good show between brothers."

Hope scoffed, "I believe in Natsu, just as I believe I can blast you, you dog, down."

Without giving this wretched god a chance to speak, Hope unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, each carrying eighty percent of the force of his previous attack.

But Ankhseram, confident in his life magic, didn't care at all. Just as he couldn't kill Hope, Hope, unable to use his magnetic field power, couldn't kill him either.

However, when the dense fist marks appeared on his body, Ankseram's expression suddenly changed.

"what--!"

A painful scream rang out from Ankhseram's mouth as the dozen or so fist marks Hope had landed on him erupted with a holy silver-white light.

Ankhseram spat out an unknown black liquid, his injuries far more severe than any of Hope's previous attacks.

As He felt the rampant and destructive magic within His body, an unprecedented seriousness appeared in His eyes. "This magic... could it be... the Moon Goddess?!"

"bingo~ Congratulations on guessing correctly. It's a pity there's no reward for answering correctly, but I can be generous and send you to your death."

Hope snapped his fingers. He had appeared to be throwing punches in anger, but in reality, each punch contained a delayed burst of the "True Moon Godslayer" magic.

To deal with a god, of course you have to use god-slaying magic.

As for why we didn't use the God-Slaying Magic from the beginning?

That was obviously Hope's way of having fun; she wanted to see Anxelam look humiliated.

Hope would never tolerate anyone who could find more fun than herself.

As for entertainers, one of them is enough.

Ankhseram forced out the damaged Moon Goddess Magic within him, his eyes filled with apprehension, and gritted his teeth, saying, "The inheritance of God-Slaying Magic has been compromised. It's impossible for a complete God-Slaying Magic to remain in this world! Where did you get your magic from?!"

Hopper, too lazy to waste any more words, unleashed his Moonlight Domain, enveloping the two of them in silvery-white magic. "Well, it's time to enumerate your sins."

"Can you still remember everything now?!"

"Oh, then I'll punish you in the name of the moon."

"Damn it, you're insane!"

Chapter 473 Brother and Brother

True God-Slaying Magic posed a greater threat to the gods than Hope had anticipated, but as the only living god in this world, Ankhseram was not so easy to defeat.

Just as Hope and Ankhseram were exchanging magical attacks, Zeref's figure landed in front of Natsu on the other side of the battlefield.

Just then, Natsu finished unleashing a roar and was catching his breath when he saw a figure descending from the sky. He looked closely and his face lit up with joy.

"Zeref? So you're still alive!"

After saying that, Natsu realized he had been a bit rude. He scratched his head and explained embarrassedly, "I didn't see you when I came here. I thought you were dead... I didn't mean anything by it. It's definitely not that I forgot about you."

No? Then you forgot.

What a blatant example of fake brotherhood.

Unfortunately, Zeref is now a puppet who only obeys the orders of the god of life and death, otherwise he would probably be upset by his own brother.

But Natsu isn't entirely wrong either, after all... having lost his memories from over 400 years ago, his feelings for Zeref can't return to the brotherly affection of the past in a short time.

Zeref, enveloped in black magic, floated in front of Natsu, his expressionless face offering no response.

Natsu, completely oblivious to what was amiss, nonchalantly took two steps closer, utterly unsuspecting. "Hey, bro, why aren't you saying anything? Have you gotten rid of the curse on you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jelf suddenly raised his hand.

"Black Magic: Darkness of Heaven and Earth."

A deep, emotionless voice came from Jelf's mouth.

This spell, which was once recorded in the Book of Zeref and served as the foundation of a high-ranking demon, was casually unleashed by him.

The jet-black water, containing corrosive and toxin-laden fluids, engulfed Natsu in an instant, like a flood bursting its banks.

Natsu was caught off guard at first, then his eyes sharpened in that instant.

Although Natsu is often teased as an idiot, he's not really an idiot; he just has a slightly peculiar way of thinking.

Once the battle begins, Natsu's intelligence automatically reaches its maximum.

He had realized that Zeref had been controlled, and that the despicable god was using his older brother as a tool to deal with him.