Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

"You're right, but I'm just using this to reminisce about my former self." Chronos shook his hand. Before he mastered time and space magic to the extreme and became a god, he was once a swordsman who was skilled in both magic and martial arts.

Chronos was momentarily distracted. He used to regard swords and magic as his life's pursuit, but what made him abandon his sword?

Perhaps... it's a desire for immortality.

It's not that becoming a demon swordsman is bad, but being an immortal god would be much more liberating.

Kronos suddenly became interested and looked at Hopeless, "Antihope may be brainless, but he has a good eye for choosing tools. But you think you can stop me? You'd better see my true strength first!"

The golden light suddenly surged.

The blade swept across, shattering Hopeless's spacetime-sealing magic with a single strike. At the same time, spatial magic pressed in from all directions.

"Hope: The Boundary Line!"

A white magic circle with intricate patterns unfolded in front of Hopeless. Spatial magic struck the magic circle, but was actually deflected several inches.

Such strong defense!

Chronos sighed inwardly. He had used eighty percent of his strength in that attack just now. The destructive power of the offensive spatial magic was so strong that no defensive magic could withstand it.

Hopleth, behind the magic circle, breathed slightly, a sense of pride rising within him.

After being thoroughly beaten by the black dragon, he learned his lesson and painstakingly studied defensive and control magic, just in case the black dragon got angry with his unconventional counterpart one day and went to Edolas to vent its anger on him.

Unexpectedly, their carefully prepared tactics came at the hands of a god.

I may not be able to defeat the Black Dragon, but surely I can hold off a Time God like you?

The black and white of despair and hope intertwined to create a magnificent disruptive magic that could even seal off space and time for a moment. Even Chronos, who used all his strength, could not break through it for a while.

In the distance, on a small hill that was fortunate enough to escape the magical cleansing, Natsu watched intently as yet another battle between humans and gods raged, clenching his fists and lamenting his inability to help.

Zeref, however, mistakenly thought that his younger brother was starting to stir up trouble again, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "You've done very well, Natsu. Trust your friends."

Natsu nodded and said nothing more.

Hope called Zeref to her side to study the magnetic field virus together. With Zeref, a magical genius, by her side, the deciphering speed would be much faster than if he did it alone.

Anxelam went to great lengths to deal with Hope. After analyzing the situation, Hope and Jelf discovered that there were only two ways to solve the virus.

First, he needs to create an antidote, which Zeref can do, but due to various factors, it would take him at least two hours.

What Hope lacks now is time.

As for the second way to deal with the virus, it is to rely on the physical adaptability of people with strong magnetic fields. Although the virus is highly targeted, the adaptability of people with strong magnetic fields is not to be underestimated.

As long as the body can withstand the erosion of the virus, it will evolve its own antibodies to become immune to the virus. However, this process will be very slow, much slower than the time it takes for Jelf to develop a cure.

Hope was somewhat helpless; ultimately, it was because his strength was insufficient.

If he had 990,000 horsepower, he wouldn't need much time to develop antibodies. Unfortunately, he currently only has 240,000 horsepower.

It seems we can only wait for Jelf to prepare the antidote.

Just two hours...

Hope looked at the battlefield. Although on the surface Despair Emperor was holding off the God of Time and the two sides seemed evenly matched, he knew that Hope was not a god after all.

No matter how powerful human magic is, it cannot outlast the magic accumulated by gods over countless years.

Fortunately, Chronos's state might not last long, since he is essentially just a divine soul. Although he possesses Demalia's body and can unleash his original power, if it were truly that easy to seize a successor's body, he wouldn't have remained in a slumber indefinitely.

It seems that disrupting one's own balance is extremely harmful to the gods.

Hope swallowed a magic crystal to restore her magic power, closed her eyes, and although the virus in her body was running rampant, she could still suppress it to some extent if she had enough magic power.

The sounds of magical collisions and explosions continued intermittently for half an hour.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in.

Carrying the stench of decay, mixed with death and blood, it swept across the entire battlefield.

Hope, who was recovering, suddenly opened her eyes.

He sensed a familiar magic reviving at an alarming speed, something that should have been extinguished completely like a candle flickering in the wind... but now it was shining again.

Natsu noticed it immediately, got up and looked in a certain direction, and what he saw made his expression change drastically.

"It's Him?!"

"How...is this possible!"

Chapter 482 I, Ankseraam, am not a fool.

Something horrifying happened.

The guy whose skull had been cleaved open by Hope's Hellfire Sword, whose body had been shredded into a mess, and whose life force had weakened to the point that he couldn't even recover on his own, actually stood up again.

His horrific injuries vanished without a trace, his eyes regained their clear, black-and-white light, and a repulsive smile played on his lips.

Ankhseram, the god of life and death, has returned.

“Surprised, aren’t you?” Ankhseram cracked his neck, a smile spreading across his face, full of delight. “Finally, I’ve seen that expression on your face, human.”

Hope's heart sank.

He immediately looked in the direction of Chronos and saw that the God of Time had somehow connected Ankhseram's body with golden threads of light.

Could Anxseram be returned to his previous state using the method of "time reversal"?

Hope finally understood everything. It turned out that Ankhseram's awakening of Chronos was actually an additional layer of life-saving insurance for Himself.

First, there was the magnetic field virus attack, then there was the divine protection of time.

This Ankseram is clearly very strong, yet he is excessively cautious.

So, His brain breaking down actually made him smarter...?

Hope sighed, though his voice wasn't loud, he was sure Ankhseram could hear his question, "Since you've awakened Chronos, why don't you join forces with Him to fight me? Wouldn't it be better to fight two against one?"

Ankhseram strode towards the center of the battlefield, clenching his fists and feeling the renewed power within him. His eyes were filled with smugness. "You were absolutely right. If Chronos and I joined forces, along with the magnetic field virus, you would surely die. But..."

"Clonus may not necessarily be on my side."

Hope thought of Chronos, who appeared as if waiting in the wings after he had defeated Ankhserram. Of course, Chronos had absolutely no intention of saving Ankhserram.

So that's how it is. It was because Hoples held them back and they were worried about regaining their power that they felt threatened by Chronos and had no choice but to use magic to reverse Chronos' time.

Because of Ankhseram's return, the human and the god in the battle voluntarily separated.

Hopleth's eyes were wary. He was already struggling to hold off the God of Time, and now the God of Life and Death had appeared. How could he possibly win?

Chronos stood with his arms crossed, his golden vertical pupils meeting Ankhseram's displeased gaze, and laughed, "Don't look at me like that. I'm very honest. Although I was a little late, I still saved you, didn't I?"

"Hmph, if you hadn't felt the pressure at the end, why would you have honored our deal?" Ankseram sneered, but inwardly he was already grinning.

After Chronos was awakened, Ankhseram made a deal with Him.

If he were defeated by Hope, Ankhseram hoped that Chronos would intervene and reverse His time, so that the two gods could then join forces to deal with Hope.

The price to pay is that Ankhseram must give up half of the magic power He has accumulated over countless years, and at the same time, he must find a human in Timaria who is more suitable to carry Chronos’s divine soul.

But Chronos was greedy. After receiving a small portion of Ankhseram's accumulated magic as a deposit, he wanted to be the fisherman who watched the snipe and the clam fight.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Hopeless and the fear of Hope regaining her power, Chronos would never have kept her promise.

Having known him for so long, how could Ankhseram not know Chronos's character? He was certain that after his defeat, this guy wouldn't be able to deal with Hope and would have to step in to save him.

I, Ankseraam, am no fool!

You think you're on the second floor, but actually I'm on the fifth floor.

Sensing Ankhseram's smug look, Chronos immediately realized that he had been tricked by this guy from the very beginning.

The magic that can reverse time for a god requires not only the target's cooperation but also a considerable amount of magical energy. Ankhseram's initial "deposit" was far from enough, and Chronos himself had to contribute a significant amount of his own magical energy.

But now that things have come to this, whether they were the ones scheming or being schemed against, Ankhseram and Chronos tacitly put aside their dispute.

The most important thing now is to eliminate the humans who threaten them.

The azure sky that Chronos had cleared was once again swallowed by dark clouds, and the aura of death returned, carrying an even stronger malice than before.

Hopleth looked at the two gods standing side by side and said, "Two against one, you two are even more shameless than I thought."

“As expected of an identical counterpart, your mouth is exactly the same as his.” Ankseram looked him over with great interest. “You’ve managed to use that remnant of the God of Despair so skillfully. Your level of danger is only below Hope and that black dragon.”

Hopeless, who had been beaten by Hope and Black Dragon before, was suddenly speechless. So, it just so happened that he, the third in the world, bumped into the first and second place, right?

How can someone be so unlucky...?

"So, 'Hope' from another world, are you still going to stop us?"

Chronos said, "If you relinquish your divine power and withdraw from this position, Ankhseram and I can promise that we will absolutely not cause you or the world of Edolas any trouble."

"After all, there's really nothing to gain in that mirror world."

Hearing his hometown being looked down upon like this, Hopeless didn't know whether to feel fortunate or angry.

But he... can't back down.

The case of Ankhseram shows that Chronos's promises are useless; only self-interest can sway Him.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight."

The magic of black and white swirled in Hopleth's palm, the depth of despair and the brightness of hope intertwining to create a bizarre scene.

Two completely opposite forces merged into one in perfect harmony, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, with countless black and white interwoven threads, like a fine spider web, enveloping them.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ankseram's eyes. "To blend despair and hope to this extent, if Antihope were still alive, he would probably be astonished."

"I've already had this thought before, let's get started."

"rest assured."

Anxelam twisted his neck. "I have no interest in that counterpart. This time, I'm going to crush every single bone in Hope's body."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ankhseram made his move.

The magic of death transformed into two enormous, jet-black claws, tearing through the air and hurtling toward the battlefield where Hopleth was.

Death Hunt!

Hopleth's expression changed, and the magic of despair and hope surged simultaneously. But just as he withstood Ankhseram's death claw, Chronos appeared silently behind him.

The magic of time had silently and imperceptibly ensnared him.