Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Just like time itself, it will not slow down by your prayers, nor will it speed up by your anger.

It calmly and leisurely takes everything away.

Zeref swayed and then slowly fell forward. Natsu rushed forward and caught Zeref's swaying body.

"How are you?!"

"Hurry...go..."

Zeref's face was ashen, his lips moved slightly, and he only managed to utter two words before losing consciousness completely and collapsing into Natsu's arms.

Hope frowned slightly. Although his condition was bad, his senses were still intact. Although Jelf looked miserable, none of his injuries were fatal.

It seems that Chronos deliberately spared Zeref's life.

However, Natsu lost his mind because of Zeref's miserable appearance.

The blank memories have been filled again, but before Jelf could even savor this forgotten family bond, is it going to be taken away again?

Natsu cannot accept this.

"Wait a minute! Natsu! Zeref...!"

Hope had barely opened her mouth when her voice was drowned out by the intense roar of the flames.

Natsu slammed into Chronos, unleashing the full power of END. Flames and dark magic intertwined, tearing a scorching crack in the air.

Chapter 479 Unsuccessful Struggle

Natsu, like a fiercely burning meteor, charged towards Chronos with the combined power of dragon and demon, the crimson flames dyeing the earth as if dusk had fallen.

The Crimson Lotus Demon Dragon's Absolute Power Suppression!

With a single punch, the magical power carrying Natsu's rage caused the surrounding air to vibrate and hum. Flames condensed on his fist into a jet-black dragon head, which poured towards Chronos's face.

Then......

The attack failed.

Chronos stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. Natsu's fist was half an inch away from Chronos's nose, but that half inch felt like an insurmountable chasm.

"Is it a defensive spell? Watch me blast it apart!"

Natsu unleashed a barrage of punches, his magic and flames clashing in a devastating attack, but all of them were swallowed up by some invisible barrier less than a foot away from Chronos.

Natsu can clearly see Chronos and sense His presence, but he just can't touch Him.

"Oh dear, that's fierce."

Chronos said sarcastically, "Why are you so angry? I just told Zeref to behave, I didn't kill him."

Natsu didn't answer, he just kept throwing punches.

"Oh la oh la oh la!"

"Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!"

Enjoying Natsu's increasingly anxious expression, Chronos gently raised his hand and waved it at him from a distance.

Snapped--

A slap landed lightly on Natsu's left cheek.

The force wasn't great, and it could even be said that it didn't cause any damage, but the sound of the slap was particularly jarring on the battlefield, and its humiliation was off the charts.

Natsu froze for a moment, his anger reaching its peak, and his violent magic surged around him, but no matter how fiercely he attacked, he couldn't get even a little closer to Chronos.

Chronos, on the other hand, was like teasing a disobedient puppy, repeating the same action with a smile, slapping Natsu from a distance every few seconds.

Neither seriously injuring him nor knocking him down, but simply letting Natsu taste the humiliation of facing an enemy, fighting with all his might but being unable to retaliate.

As Hope watched this scene, every part of his body was screaming for him to do something, but the magnetic field virus was like a thorn rooted in his veins, deeply penetrating his flesh and blood.

He had never felt the weight of the word "powerlessness" so clearly as he did at this moment.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this powerlessness that Hope's mind was calmer than ever before.

Natsu's attacks failed to reach Chronos not only because of time magic, but also because the god of time wielded another authority.

A power that, in a special way, is no less than "time".

Spatial magic!

Hope recalled the two gods she had encountered.

The god of despair and hope, who was barely surviving in a parallel world and was kicked to death by Hope, and Ankhseram, who was just hacked to pieces by him.

The former's authority is "hope" and "despair," while the latter's is "life" and "death."

It now appears that each god possesses two corresponding types of magic.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Chronos, the being who controls "time," also possesses unparalleled mastery of "space."

There is no time independent of space, nor is there space separate from time.

Chronos was able to manipulate Natsu not only by controlling the speed and stillness of time, but also by manipulating space, keeping himself in a space that Natsu could see but could not touch.

Ankhseram was brutally beaten by Hope, but Chronos was different; He placed himself in an absolutely safe position from the very beginning.

Time magic allows Him to control "when," while spatial magic allows Him to control "where." Combined, Chronos is an omnipresent yet elusive presence on this battlefield.

Such an enemy would be extremely troublesome even for Hope in his full strength, let alone now that he is just a cripple.

Hope leaned against the rock, slowly raised her head, and looked up at the gray sky.

He recalled the prophecy he had seen while observing the heavens a few days earlier.

There is no chance of survival.

He defeated Ankhseram, but who could have imagined that a clearly stronger Chronos would follow? He himself couldn't even stand up, and could only watch helplessly as Natsu was toyed with and Zeref lay bleeding in a pool of blood.

A bitter smile appeared on Hope's lips.

This time, it seems we've truly reached a dead end.

.......

In the few seconds that Hope's thought flashed through her mind,

An unseen force exploded in Natsu's chest and abdomen, causing space to contract and bounce. Chronos launched a spatial cannon at Natsu.

The powerful magic cleared the flames, and Natsu was instantly severely injured. The blood he spat out left a long arc in the air, and he crashed to the ground next to Hope with a thud, raising a cloud of gray dust.

"Natsu!"

"I...I'm sorry...I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Natsu fainted.

Chronos glanced at his fingertips. "Although you humans always like to talk about friendship and bonds, when it comes to life and death, all you can do is charge into battle like this. How boring."

He looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds that Ankhseram had created earlier had not completely dissipated, and a gray sky shrouded the battlefield, carrying a somewhat gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Chronos frowned, somewhat displeased with the less-than-clean sky.

He casually waved his hand upwards, as casually as brushing away a speck of dust from a table. The dark clouds were immediately parted by an invisible hand, scattering like torn cotton wool, revealing a clear, azure, cloudless sky behind them.

The sunlight poured down without obstruction, its warm rays covering the ravaged battlefield.

Kronos nodded in satisfaction and looked at Hope.

"It's such a nice day for a road trip."

“Anxseram might still be of use to Jelf’s body, so please die in peace along with that reckless brat.”

He spread his five fingers and made a claw gesture towards Hope and Natsu. An invisible force instantly enveloped the two of them, suspending them in mid-air and fixing them in place.

Hope felt as if the blood in his body had frozen, his body was doubly imprisoned by space and time magic, and a chilling sensation pressed in from all directions. Every heartbeat felt like a heavy burden.

Breathing became increasingly difficult.

This is really troublesome; it seems I'll have to use that unfinished thing.

That's right, Hope still has untapped tricks up her sleeve.

However, because it was an unfinished, half-finished product, the effects varied, and unless it was a life-or-death crisis, he really didn't want to use that thing.

The clutches of time and space were pressed down.

Hope's health bar was now as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

But as one of the Dark Games duelists aptly put it...

This is my last struggle to survive!

Hope mustered her last bit of magic power, took out a magical mechanical artifact shaped like a heart, and was about to make a final desperate attempt when a sinister black light struck the deadly magic without warning, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

With a dull bang, Chronos's killing move, which combined time magic and space magic, was actually torn apart and scattered into countless points of light.

The frozen spacetime resumes its flow.

At the same time, a layer of warm, morning-like white light quietly enveloped Hope's three wounded soldiers, the light seeping into their skin and flowing into their veins like a warm spring current.

The wounds in Hope's body caused by the magnetic field virus began to heal at a visible speed, her shattered internal organs regenerated, and her decaying flesh was replaced by new tissue.

Although the magnetic field virus could not be eradicated, it at least restored some of his fighting ability.

Natsu took a deep breath and woke up. The wound on his chest that had almost killed him had healed by more than half in just a few breaths, and he could even breathe smoothly again.

Jelf also woke up from his coma, and the paleness on his face had visibly subsided a bit.

Hope looked down towards the source of the warm white light.

A figure was standing between them and Chronos.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a well-tailored dark red trench coat. His short black hair shimmered in the sunlight, and his features were distinct, with a calm yet confident smile on his lips.

That was a silhouette that Hope knew all too well.

Because that face looked exactly like his.

Jelf had somehow regained some consciousness. He stared at the figure in front of him with his eyes half-open, his pupils contracted sharply, incredulous.

Although this person's temperament was completely different from Hope's, his face was clearly another Hope.