Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

A dense array of pale lines appeared on Ankhseram's black body. These were formed from the twisted souls He had harvested. The death magic was so concentrated that it almost solidified, like a moving River Styx.

Unleash the magic!

Ultimate Death Magic: Life and Death in Your Hands - The Moment of Death!

The two gods unleashed all the magic they had accumulated over countless years, and the resulting all-out attack was so terrifying that even the aftershocks from the scattered fragments blasted the entire land into a complete mess.

The black dragon spread its wings and, together with August, Zeref, and the Fire Dragon King, cast a defensive spell, but they almost failed to protect Natsu and the others.

This is an absolute gap in magic power, which even the 'Fairy Heart' cannot bridge.

However... the figure at the very center of the magical torrent remained completely still.

All attacks were crushed by the invisible magnetic force before they even touched his skin. The magic summoned by Chronos from the past and future, and Ankhseram's all-out attack, failed to harm Hope in the slightest.

"That's it?" Hope's voice came from the smoke and dust, his tone flat and even a little bored. "I thought you guys could give me some surprises."

Ankhseram's pupils contracted sharply, and Chronos's hand trembled. Their all-out attack, regardless of the cost, couldn't even make Hope take half a step back?!

Hope opened his arms, grasping the Divine Golden Sword in his left hand and the 'Infinite Function' in his right, instantly forging it into an "Infinite Blade" with immense magical power.

With two divine weapons in hand, Hope wore a slightly manic smile.

"Come, come, come, come, come!"

"You worthless dog breed, you lowly creatures, you inferior beings, may you all die under my God-Slaying Thunderbolt!"

When the swords clashed, the two forces of 250,000 horsepower collided, forcing out almost double the power, exceeding the inherent power of Hope's magnetic field.

So regardless of any god of life and death, or any other god of time or whatever, when they target Hope today and face this attack...

There is only one fate for them.

dead!

Chapter 489 Struggle, struggle!

The guy who was arrogant about his immortality was instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

Those who wield the power of time are rendered utterly powerless by the overwhelming force.

In the exchange of blows, Ankhseram and Chronos were severely wounded and on the verge of death. If Hope hadn't wanted them to die so easily, the two gods would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

Ankhseram managed to regenerate his head, and Chronos used time magic to piece together half of his body. At this moment, their hearts were filled with fear, and they were completely terrified.

But Hope's manipulation was not over yet.

He grabbed Ankhseram's head, and the force of 250,000 horsepower caused his terrified face to explode like a watermelon.

boom!

Within his blood and qi, Ankseram began to heal himself once again.

But just as its head was taking shape, a powerful, 250,000-horsepower whale-killing punch came crashing down on it.

Despicable, despicable, despicable, despicable!

These damned humans actually intended to toy with Him until He died! To trample on the dignity of a god for the sake of a dead woman!

Ankseram had only one thought in his mind.

He didn't understand.

Half a day ago, Hope was infected with the magnetic field virus, and Ankseram had the help of his ally Chronos. He truly had the best of both worlds, and the vibrant scene of life and everything flourishing was still vivid in my mind.

In just a few hours, this place would become His final resting place?

How can an being who holds the power of life and the master of death be toyed with like a clown and then crushed like an ant!

No...no, you can't!

I...I...I am the god of life and death!

Ankseram's life magic, which had been locked up, suddenly surged, and the power that had been sealed for so long was forcibly torn apart and broken through at this moment!

The surging life force burst forth like a tidal wave, forcefully merging with the magic of death, erecting a barely perceptible barrier before Hope's fist's might.

boom--!

Hope's fist was deflected, and Ankseram's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, carving a furrow hundreds of meters long in the ground.

When He climbed out of the pit, His body had returned to normal, and His aura began to surge!

"Oh?" Hope raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise and interest in his voice. "That's interesting."

"You're not the only one who can break through! Human!"

At this moment, Ankhseram's life magic was no weaker than his death magic. In the face of life and death, he forcibly broke through his locked limits and returned to his peak state before he severed his life magic.

The true deity who holds sway over life and death has returned.

The cost, of course, is enormous.

Once the effects of the forced boost wear off, Ankhseram's death magic and the forcibly boosted life magic will both plummet, causing him to fall from grace completely.

As Chronos watched Ankhseram's renewed magical energy surge, a complex expression flashed in his golden eyes.

Of course, He understood what Ankhseram had done: forcibly improving the weakness that was locked in its upper limit in exchange for the power that originally belonged to them, but the price was that it would leave an unhealable crack in its own foundation.

But......

Chronos looked down at his trembling hands, then looked up at the man who stood like a demon god in the center of the battlefield.

If one cannot survive, then this damned divine position is worthless.

If you can't survive, what's the point of pursuing immortality?

Damn it, let's go for it!

Spatial magic surged dramatically, and like Ankhseram, Chronos forcibly broke the locked limit of spatial magic, returning to his former strongest state—the God of Time and Space.

Ankhseram slowly rose, its black and white eyes reflecting Hope's image. Its voice was hoarse and deep: "Human... I admit, you are the strongest opponent I have encountered in all these years."

Chronos stood beside Ankhseram, his sword held horizontally across his chest, his golden eyes now devoid of any thought of retreat. "If it were anyone else, we would never choose this deadly method."

But today, in order to survive...

The auras of the two gods simultaneously surged to their peak in that instant, and the power of time, space and life and death merged and collided, tearing a huge rift in the sky.

Looking at the two imposing gods before him, Hope slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his smile becoming even more maniacal.

"Struggle, struggle."

His voice carried a chilling pleasure, “Struggle as much as you want to please me. If I can’t make you die in agony and despair, how can I face Erza, who died for me?”

"It's not certain who will die!"

Anxelam's roar interrupted Hope's words.

His figure vanished the instant his words fell, and the magic of death condensed into a dark vortex on his fist, carrying a power capable of annihilating all life, which crashed down on Hope.

Chronos followed closely behind, his spacetime magic flowing through his hands, transforming him into a silver arc of light that tore through space, slashing towards Hope's waist from another direction.

There was no use of complex magic, nor any fancy magic circles.

When magic has reached its peak in this world, the best attack is the most primal and savage fist.

Death and time and space are attached to the fist. Wherever the fist passes, the air is torn into a vacuum, and the fixed space fragments scatter like glass.

"Hehe, you're here just in time."

Hope greeted the two gods with a smile.

He first struck Chronos with a hard punch, and at the moment of impact, the sound of bones breaking under the strain was heard.

A burst of blood mist immediately erupted from Chronos' right shoulder, and his entire arm bent backward at an eerie angle. If He hadn't used time magic to forcibly reset the bones, that arm would probably have been completely shattered.

The moment Ankhseram repelled Chronos, his attack was already upon him.

The fists, imbued with the power of death, were less than half an inch from Hope's temples, and the terrifying magic of death had already corroded fine scorch marks on his skin.

But Hope is faster.

The entire sequence of retracting the fist, gathering power, and unleashing the attack is executed in one smooth motion.

With the power of 250,000 horsepower, the Killing Whale Fist struck first and easily pierced through Ankseram's body with a single punch.

Ankhseram's chest was ripped open, mangled and bloody, but instead of retreating, He pressed forward, His life magic frantically repairing His body while His palms condensed a dense death magic, which He then slapped at Hope's chest.

Hope let Anxelam slap him in the chest, his face contorting with madness.

"Trading injury for injury, not bad resolve."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough."

The magnetic field is rotating! 250,000 horsepower!

Heavenly Martial Killing Path: Severing Head, Severing Heart, Severing Life!

Hope's hands transformed into three afterimages.

The first move, "Decapitation Path," smashed Ankhseram's head.

The second move, "Heart-Severing Path," crushed His heart along with half of His body.

The final "Path of Severing Life" is a powerful ultimate technique created to sever the opponent's life force.

With the three techniques combined, Hope dealt another heavy blow to Ankseram, and also forcibly removed one-third of his life force. Ankseram's "eternal life," which he had obtained by cutting off his own arm, was thus shattered.

Chapter 490 Despair is your end

"Whoa—!!"

Ankhseram let out a piercing howl, the scream soaring into the sky that even the black dragon in the distance couldn't help but turn its head.

In just a moment, the life magic healed His injuries, and at the same time, Ankhseram's body seemed to contract suddenly as if it were consciously trying to trap Hope's right hand that had pierced His chest cavity.

"Now's the time! Chronos!"

Chronos was already prepared. The moment Ankhseram clamped Hope down with his body, he unleashed a punch imbued with all his spacetime magic.

Countless time fragments were superimposed, with hundreds of fist shadows overlapping the same point every second.

The layers of fist energy exploded frame by frame like a slideshow, past, present, and future, each layer carrying enough power to shatter mountains and rivers.