Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

She glanced sideways at Ankseram, who was almost beaten to death, a well-hidden shock in her eyes.

Although Ankhseram is a bit crazy, he is still a god who controls life and death.

Even in the era when the gods were active, there were very few gods who could defeat Ankhseram, and there were none who could injure Him to this extent.

But now a human has done it.

This child must not be allowed to live.

Hope paid no attention to the undisguised killing intent of the God of Time, since there was nothing he could do anyway, and his mind was filled with the little bit of information revealed in the other party's words.

In other words, the God of Time can awaken in the body of any of His descendants.

That's really sneaky.

But what Hope was more curious about was that there seemed to have been many gods in this world.

Where did they go in the end? Moreover, there is almost no information about the gods, and when there is, it is only mentioned briefly, and no useful information can be extracted.

So, in the spirit of asking questions when she didn't understand, Hope directly threw the question to the god of time.

Where has God gone?

The God of Time was taken aback, clearly not expecting Hope to ask such a question under the current circumstances, and then sneered.

"If it were that dimwitted idiot Anksera, he probably wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson, but unfortunately..."

"I don't have the habit of nagging about people who are about to die."

The girl's body was suddenly swallowed by a thick layer of darkness, which flowed over her skin like a living liquid and quickly covered her entire body.

Her bones were cracking, and her figure was growing taller and longer. The original heroic and spirited girl's silhouette gradually twisted and deformed, transforming into a tall and slender figure.

Golden patterns flowed across his jet-black skin, and his limbs were long and muscular, without any excess muscles, yet he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

The true form of the God of Time appeared, and it bore a striking resemblance to Ankhseram's true form.

The difference is that Ankhseram has no breasts, while the God of Time... it's unclear whether this is due to Timalia's body or if the God of Time was originally like this.

In short, it's very big.

Hope coughed lightly, withdrawing her critical gaze.

What kind of expression is that?

Although Hope remained silent, the God of Time sensed that the man seemed to be thinking something impolite, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his narrow, golden vertical pupils.

"Shouldn't you be terrified seeing me like this?"

"fear?"

Hope shook her head. "No, no, no, I was just thinking about a problem."

"Do you gods share a common design director? How come your true forms are all the same, dark-skinned people?"

Hope had initially thought that only Ankhseram was dressed in black, but it seems that he was not an isolated case. What kind of taste do these gods have?

Its dark, unremarkable appearance is truly indescribable.

Ankhseram, that gloomy lunatic, is one thing, but you're the God of Time, which is different from the gloomy God of Death. That sounds much more sophisticated.

So can't you be a little prettier?!

When the God of Time openly and without any hesitation criticized his appearance, his face immediately darkened. Although his skin was originally black, his expression still became noticeably gloomy.

Is it my fault that I look like this?

What do you think is the purpose of gods like us who are willing to unite with humans? Isn't it just to prepare an escape route and, incidentally, to make the descendants who carry our bloodline look better?

Chronos's golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly. "Your mouth is really annoyingly stubborn. It seems Ankhseram failed to teach you any lesson."

Hope shrugged. "So I chopped Him down, and you're planning to be the second one?"

"Hmph, still being stubborn."

The terrifying magic power, no less than that of Ankhseram, appeared on "Dimaria," and its sheer power made Natsu and Zeref sweat profusely, making it extremely difficult for them to move.

Hope was even more disheveled, directly knocked to the ground by the aura of the God of Time.

Looking at the three disheveled figures, the God of Time smirked, his eyes filled with the smug satisfaction of a mantis stalking a cicada. He was certain that this human was no longer capable of fighting.

"Hope... Anxelram's defeat was indeed frightening, but do you still have the strength to fight me now?"

"Come and fight against me, the god of time—Cronus!"

Chapter 478 Time Always Takes Its Time

Hope looked at Chronos and suddenly felt like laughing, a laugh born of anger.

He was truly out of options.

I just managed to kill a god while under a huge debuff, and another one immediately popped up, right when I was at my weakest and most exhausted.

How to describe this feeling? It's like finally defeating a boss on hell difficulty after going through countless hardships.

The good news is that this boss doesn't have a second phase.

The bad news is that another fully healed boss has arrived on the battlefield.

Chronos, the god of time.

Just by hearing their name, you know they are terrifyingly strong, and definitely much more troublesome than that guy Ankhseram.

And what about Hope's side?

A cripple tormented by the magnetic field virus to the point that he can barely move a finger; a dark mage in poor condition; and a demon dragon slayer mage who, despite his imposing presence, is actually quite exhausted.

It looks like they're about to get completely crushed.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Zeref made a decision almost without much thought: no matter the cost, even his own life, he would send Hope and Natsu away.

Only Hope can stand against the gods.

As for Natsu... Zeref didn't want to watch his brother die before his eyes again; experiencing that once was already painful enough.

Jelf used telepathic magic to tell Hope and the other person his decision.

Hearing that Jelf was planning to sacrifice himself to give them a chance to survive, Hope shook her head, thinking that Jelf was being too presumptuous.

How can a god who controls "time" escape from under the other's nose?

But Naz believed it. "But Zeref, what about you?"

I will use ancient magic to hold Him off.

Zeref's voice was calm, but his dark eyes, which were just like Natsu's, held an undeniable firmness. "Natsu, carry Hope on your back right now, and don't look back."

"Hope must live. Only he can defeat the gods, and you... Natsu..."

Jelf paused, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't bear to see his brother in danger any longer.

He regretted not being able to protect Natsu four hundred years ago, and watched helplessly as Natsu and his parents died in an attack by Arlong.

Natsu understood the determination to make home comfortable.

He wanted to stay and fight alongside his brother.

But reason told Natsu that even with the fully unleashed power of END, the two of them combined couldn't defeat the god before them, not to mention the heavily injured Hope who needed protection.

Zeref understood his hesitation and gently patted Natsu's shoulder. "Listen to me, you've already saved me. This time, let your brother do it."

Natsu gritted his teeth, but he finally nodded, his voice hoarse: "Don't die. The First Generation, August, and I are waiting for you to come back."

Jelf turned around with a bitter smile on his lips. The moment he made his decision, he had no intention of going back alive.

Dark blue magic surged around Zeref, and a sophisticated teleportation magic circle rapidly formed beneath his feet.

Just as he was about to push the magic circle toward Natsu and Hope, Chronos suddenly made his move.

He drew Timalia's sword and slashed at the air. A golden rift opened in the air, the sword light passed through, but left no trace.

This left Natsu, who had been tense and ready to give it his all, somewhat bewildered. What was that guy doing? Was he attacking thin air? Even he wouldn't do something so stupid.

But the next second, a burst of blood exploded from Jelf's chest!

A deep, bone-revealing knife wound appeared out of nowhere, running from his left chest to his right abdomen. The flesh rolled back, and blood gushed out like a fountain, tracing an arc in the air.

"Wh...what?!"

The magic was forcibly interrupted, and Zeref staggered to his knees, pressing his right hand tightly against his chest, blood gushing out from between his fingers. He gritted his teeth, and a pale green healing spell quickly covered the wound, barely stopping the bleeding.

After all, he has now lost his immortality.

Hope saw it all clearly from behind, and her heart sank.

Delayed slash.

Chronos's strike wasn't aimed at the present moment, but rather at the "future." The effect of the slash was delayed by magic, and the blade only arrived as expected just when they thought the strike had missed.

What's even more terrifying is that the timing of this strike was incredibly precise, as if it was deliberately timed to coincide with the moment when Zeref was most focused.

Hope was certain that Chronos had definitely seen the "future" through time magic.

Moreover, as the god of time, Chronos's ability to manipulate time magic is definitely not limited to "temporary" effects; Hope doesn't believe he can't perform things like "time stop" or "rewind."

How should we deal with such an enemy?

Seeing Hope's serious expression, Chronos chuckled, "You weren't thinking about the possibility of escaping just now, were you?"

Zeref struggled to sit up. The wound in his chest had been healed and was bleeding, but he still stubbornly raised his hand, trying to re-form the teleportation spell.

"Wanting to sacrifice yourself to send your comrades away? A commendable sacrifice."

Golden halos swirled in Chronos's eyes. "Unfortunately, I have already seen your every move. Before my 'future vision,' any tactics or schemes are meaningless."

"Let's start with you."

Without any astonishing magical fluctuations, Chronos simply flicked his finger, and several beams of light as thin as hair silently shot out.

Time Magic: Time Beam Stream.

The magic beam was neither fast nor bright, like a ray of morning light blown by the wind, and had no presence. However, when this magic was activated, time was frozen, and the starting action could not be seen at all.

By the time Zeref reacted to the excruciating pain, the magic beam had already pierced through his limbs and abdomen.

Completely different from Ankhseram's overwhelming black tide of death, Chronos's magic lacks oppressiveness and destructive power; it possesses only a... naturalness that is taken for granted.