Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Eh... Crimson Dragon Mode!

Natsu's eyes lit up.

The Crimson Dragon Mode originates from the crystal of the Purgatory Dragon, which is a mutated fire dragon whose magic combines fire and darkness attributes.

Dark magic is driven by the dark element!

Natsu had a flash of inspiration: What is the greatest characteristic of a Dragon Slayer Mage? It is immunity to magic of the same element as their own Dragon Slayer Magic, and at the same time, they can absorb magic of the same element to replenish themselves.

Zeref's dark magic was too powerful; even his Dragon Slayer constitution couldn't protect him from the damage.

But... it's edible!

"Hahaha! I've got it! I really am a genius!"

Natsu laughed loudly, and the flames around him suddenly changed.

Lava-like patterns emerged from the pitch-black flames, and the black and red infernal flames rose from the ground!

Crimson Dragon Mode! Activated!

Zeref didn't understand why Natsu would suddenly unleash a spell that couldn't change the course of the battle. He raised his hand expressionlessly, and another black spell came flying.

This time, Konaz neither dodged nor used magic to retaliate.

He simply opened his mouth wide and then inhaled forcefully.

Zeref's dark magic was swallowed whole. The dark magic containing destructive power was suppressed by the power of 'END' as soon as it entered his body. Then, the Dragon Slayer's constitution took effect, converting it into physical strength and magical power that surged into Natsu's limbs and bones.

Natsu, who was initially struggling from the continuous battle, suddenly brightened up.

Before he could even gloat, Jelf's next attack had already arrived.

Natsu opened his mouth and inhaled again.

Demon Flower? Eat it!

Dark Explosion Spiral? Eat it!

Dark light? Eat!

Dark Blazing Array? Eat it!

Black magic, delicious!

Thus, an extremely absurd scene unfolded on the battlefield:

Zeref kept unleashing dark magic, with all sorts of spells appearing one after another, each one more powerful than the last.

But Naz accepted all attacks without hesitation, like a bottomless pit, swallowing them all whole. His belly visibly swelled up, like an inflated balloon.

"This tastes good!"

Wow~ This is a bit spicy!

"Again, again! My digestive capacity has no limit!"

High in the distance, Ankhseram was locked in combat with Hope. He swung his scythe to repel Hope's god-destroying magic, and when he glanced at the battlefield below, he froze in shock.

No, where did I get this?

Is this still a battlefield?

Ankseram was very unhappy. How did his carefully arranged scene of fratricide suddenly turn into a mukbang performance by a gluttonous eater...?

He stared intently at Natsu's increasingly round belly and the ever-increasing magical energy fluctuations, trembling with rage.

"Damn it, who created Dragon Slayer Magic?!"

"I will definitely grind him to dust!"

Ankseram practically shouted those words.

But in that moment of distraction, Hope finally seized the opportunity to utterly kill this despicable god.

The magnetic field force caused it to rotate.

At the same time, the magnetic field virus, drawn by the scent, once again frantically eroded Hope's body.

But Hope ignored the rampaging virus within her body, and the Divine Golden Sword appeared in her hand, its magnetic field power and moon-white magic silently intertwining.

'Magnetic Field Power' + 'Moon Godslayer' + 'Ultimate Thunderfire' + 'Million Volt Current' + 'Golden Dragon Sword'!

Hope was absolutely certain that he could completely eliminate the problem of Ankseram before the magnetic field virus could deal with him!

The killing intent was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, causing even the light to momentarily freeze. The domineering power instantly suppressed Ankseram, who had regained his senses, rendering him unable to move.

"It's time to end the battle."

Under Anxelam's incredulous and terrified gaze, Hope exhaled, gripped the divine golden sword in reverse, and slammed it down with all his might on the so-called god's skull.

"Magnetic field rotation! Two hundred and forty thousand horsepower!"

"The Sword of Hell!"

Chapter 475 A Pyrrhic Victory, Still a Victory

The moment the divine golden sword pierced Ankhseram's skull, the world seemed to fall silent.

Magnetic field power, god-destroying power, ultimate lightning and fire magic, million volts of current... all these forces surged into Ankhseram's pitch-black body like a raging torrent, shattering bones, scorching divine blood, and even disintegrating magic power inch by inch.

The magnetic field technique with the power of 240,000 horsepower, the "Sword of Hell," brought immense pain to Ankhseram, causing this incomprehensible god to let out a piercing roar.

Hope was putting all her effort into this deadly move, even disregarding the rampant virus within her body. After all, the creator of the dragon-slaying magic that Ankhseram had just cursed was someone she had slept in the same bed with just a few days ago...

How can this be allowed!

Hope stirred the divine golden sword, unleashing its last bit of power without reservation.

Black blood gushed from Ankseram's seven orifices, and his once clear black and white eyes were immediately filled with murky blood, making even his pained expression dull.

A few seconds later, Hope slowly pulled the Divine Golden Sword out of Ankhseram's body.

The moment the sword left, a thick, dark mist gushed out from the wound, but quickly dissipated into the air. It was Ankhseram's life magic as he tried to heal his injuries.

However, the "Sword of Hell" comes with a "severe injury" effect, which means that life magic has almost no effect on Ankhseram's healing.

With his brain shattered by Hope, Ankseram could no longer maintain his levitation and plummeted from mid-air like a bungee jumper, crashing heavily into the center of the basin below, which had long since become barren soil.

Hope hovered in mid-air, feeling the utterly listless atmosphere below, and finally let out a long breath.

Finally... it's over.

Once Hope confirmed that Ankhseram was dead, he lowered his guard and slowly landed on the ground. However, the moment his feet touched the gray, lifeless soil, a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.

The dark red liquid contained a large amount of rotting flesh and emitted a foul odor.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Hope knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground and clutching his chest with the other. He could clearly feel the magnetic field viruses within his body, which he had deliberately suppressed, raging wildly.

In order to kill Ankhseram, he not only forcibly used the power of the magnetic field, but also almost completely drained all his magic power, leaving the middle gate open for the virus to invade.

The magnetic field virus has now penetrated deep into the bone marrow and entangled the internal organs.

If even a fraction more of the magnetic field power were to be applied, his body would instantly explode into a disgusting pile of rotten flesh.

This is the price to pay.

Even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

In fact, if Hope hadn't been infected by this disgusting magnetic field virus, she would have already destroyed Ankseram. There was no need to force Ankseram to reveal his trump cards step by step and wait for him to use all his tricks before she could defeat him.

But there are no "what ifs" in life, and a Pyrrhic victory is still a victory.

"Hope! Are you alright?!"

A familiar loud voice came from beside him; it was Natsu's concerned voice. Natsu had somehow appeared next to Hope and caught his swaying body.

Hope then belatedly realized that she was so weak that she couldn't even detect when someone approached.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Hope tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to force a smile, but only got another violent cough in return.

Natsu immediately loosened his grip a little, but his hand still held firmly on Hope's arm, his usually smiling face now showing an unusual seriousness.

"Hope, you're being reckless! You're poisoned!"

Hope never expected that one day he would be accused of being reckless by Natsu, the most reckless guy. He said helplessly, "Ankhseram is a god after all. We can't defeat Him once and for all in one blow. Who knows what other tricks He has up his sleeve?"

"That won't work either. You should at least wait for me and Jelf to help you."

As soon as Natsu finished speaking, another series of footsteps approached.

It was Zeref. Although his steps were still a little unsteady, his demeanor had returned to its usual slightly melancholic air. It was definitely him.

After Ankhseram was severely injured, the magic controlling Zeref dissipated automatically, and his sealed self-awareness was finally able to return to his body.

After battling Natsu for so long, Zeref is now quite exhausted.

Jelf stopped in front of Hope, then lowered his head slightly and said sincerely, "Hope... thank you for helping me get out of this predicament."

"It's only right that you thank me."

Hope nodded. "But if Ankhseram controls you to attack me during the battle, and I can't break free from the control, I won't hold back. It's not impossible that I'll turn you into Zeref-chan."

Jelf's lips twitched.

Before he could speak, Hope patted Natsu on the shoulder and added, "So instead of thanking me, you should thank your good little brother."

Natsu was taken aback for a moment, then scratched his head and gave a happy smile: "No need for thanks between comrades, especially since we're brothers. Besides, I really hit the jackpot today!"

Today, Natsu not only fought his older brother, the legendary Dark Mage, to a draw, but also witnessed the defeat of a god.

"If I could come across something this good again, I'd be willing to have Gray as my underling!"

"You even took some food with you..." Hope complained weakly. It was all Lucy's fault for not being there, otherwise he, an injured person, wouldn't have needed to fill in for the role of the complainer.

Hope put her arm around Natsu's shoulder to straighten herself up. "I went through so much to win, let's see the spoils first."

Natsu immediately perked up, hoisted Hope onto his shoulder, and exclaimed impatiently, "Let's go! I want to see up close what kind of mess God got!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm injured, can you be a little gentler?"

"Hahaha, sorry, I forgot!"

"You've forgotten and you're still so self-righteous? Believe me or not, I'll have Erza beat you up when we get back, huh?"