Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Standing at the entrance to the forest, a cold and damp atmosphere hits you, completely different from the sunny world outside. Here, towering ancient trees with intertwined branches and leaves block most of the sunlight, making the forest appear dark and deep.

Silence is the dominant theme here, but this silence is not tranquility; rather, it is a deathly silence as if something is secretly watching and suppressing any sound.

If Hope hadn't known beforehand that those were ghosts returning to the forest to wait, she felt she would have chopped down the tree to avoid being tricked by ghosts.

"Gentlemen, we are ready."

After counting the number of people, the archaeological team leader Derek spoke to Hope and Erza, holding a simple map in his hand, which they had drawn after their last entry into the forest.

Erza took the map and looked at the somewhat nervous historians. "We can set off now. Everyone, please make sure to stick close to me and Hope."

After giving them their instructions, the group set off under Erza's guidance.

As soon as we stepped into the forest, the light immediately dimmed and the temperature dropped considerably.

Beneath my feet lay a thick layer of fallen leaves, accumulated over countless years. They were soft and yielding, making a rustling sound that stood out clearly in the stillness.

Hope, walking at the back, subtly released a faint magical sense. Perhaps because the ghosts dwelled there, there was no trace of any animals in the forest.

There aren't even any wild beasts, let alone mosquitoes or rodents.

Aside from the somewhat rugged road, the group made relatively smooth progress. As they ventured deeper, they began to see dilapidated building foundations, collapsed stone pillars, and moss-covered statues, vaguely revealing the outline of an ancient kingdom.

After walking for about another hour, the group finally arrived at the deepest part of the forest.

Before me lay a vast ruin of a royal city.

The ruins of the building, like the skeleton of a giant beast, are scattered among the weeds. Through the holes in the stone pillars, they emit a low groan. Stones wrapped in thick vines occasionally reveal mottled reliefs.

Old Booker arrived at the collapsed city wall in front of the ruins and, with the help of several archaeologists, carefully cleared out a stone slab carved with simple patterns.

"As expected, this is the site of the mysteriously disappeared Kingdom of Doragunov." Old Booker was beaming with excitement as he compared the markings of the Kingdom of Doragunov in the ancient books.

However, team leader Derek was not happy. Their archaeological team had encountered monsters when they explored this area last time.

However, what you fear most often comes to pass.

"Roar--!!"

A violent roar erupted from the depths of the royal city ruins, followed by a slight tremor in the ground and a suffocating surge of powerful magic.

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, and in an instant, a tall, dark figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Upon closer inspection, Hope realized it appeared to be a human wearing armor.

He was completely encased in black iron armor, the surface of which was covered with ominous dark red patterns, and he carried a large sword on his shoulder, stained with countless drops of blood.

The armored man's entire body was covered only by his face, but the severed nose, torn mouth, ripped-off ears, and two gaping eyes burning with eerie blue flames made him look terrifying.

Chapter 50 Troublesome Monster

"It's...it's this monster!"

Derek turned pale with fright, and the archaeologists also retreated.

Although the pitch-black humanoids did not harm them last time, but only chased and forced them out of the ruins forest, the terrifying appearance of the black-armored people, especially their faces that would give them nightmares, left a deep psychological shadow on the archaeological team.

Upon seeing the archaeological team again, the pitch-black humanoid roared, brandished its broadsword, leaped up, and slammed down on the group with overwhelming force.

Erza, standing at the forefront, showed no fear. Magic circles shone around her as she instantly transformed into the Heavenly Wheel Armor, capable of wielding numerous swords.

Dozens of longswords shot out as if they were alive, weaving into a dense sword array to meet the heavy blow from the pitch-black humanoid figure.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out as the sword formation and the blood-stained broadsword clashed fiercely, sparking dazzling flashes.

However, the black humanoid's skill and strength were beyond imagination. Erza's gathered sword net was smashed open, and after exchanging blows several times, she herself was also shaken back several steps by the opponent's strength.

"What incredible strength!"

Just as Erza was about to change into her power armor, Hope took out a few magical plant seeds and threw them into the ground.

Instantly, the ground beneath the pitch-black giant's feet surged, and countless green vines burst forth, quickly coiling around the giant's legs, torso, and arms like serpents.

Hope used her 'plant' magic to continuously spawn magical vines, which, through their sheer number and powerful resilience, managed to halt the armored man's advance.

"Well done, Hope!"

Erza seized the opportunity and instantly donned the Black Feather Armor, which enhanced her attack power. Wielding the Black Feather Sword, she moved with lightning speed, instantly rushing to the chest of the armored man and unleashing a sharp sword light.

The black armor was instantly cleaved open with a huge gash, and through the light, the dried flesh hidden beneath the armor could be vaguely seen.

Before the black-armored man could move further, Hope's Luban Lock, combined with the magical vines, sealed him off perfectly.

The pitch-black humanoid roared, as if enraged, and suddenly unleashed a terrifying dark red magical power, which surged out from the gaps in its black armor like boiling steam.

The surrounding air instantly became scorching hot.

The Luban Lock and magic vines that had originally trapped the black-armored man withered and broke rapidly under the impact of this violent magic, as if they were being scorched by a raging fire.

The black-armored man's gaping, menacing maw, revealing his teeth, opened wide. He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and the dark red magic that permeated his body instantly converged madly into his mouth.

Erza's pupils contracted sharply as she watched the scene unfold so close to her. A magic circle flashed, and a huge shield appeared in Erza's hand.

After donning the most powerful defensive armor, the Vajra Armor, she unhesitatingly slammed her giant shield into the ground, completely hiding behind the armor's defenses.

The next second, a scorching, dark red breath that distorted the air burst forth from the armored man's mouth like a flood.

The breath seemed to be mixed with countless resentments and bloodshed; wherever it passed, the ground was not scorched, but rather melted and collapsed as if corroded.

Erza felt the overwhelming magical power and the familiar "roar" attack, and her heart skipped a beat. This armored man was using Dragon Slayer Magic!

The dark red breath slammed into the Vajra Shield, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound. The incredibly sturdy shield surface was eroded and melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Erza was propelled backward by the immense impact, her feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. Seeing the terrifying effect of the breath attack, she acted decisively, leaping sharply to the side and rear just before her Adamantine Shield was completely eroded.

Unhindered, the crimson breath swept across, turning the woodland behind Erza into a bubbling, scorched swamp.

The archaeological team members, protected by Hope's wooden wall, shuddered at the horrific scene. They couldn't imagine what would happen if such an attack were to fall on them.

The cat's head on the wooden wall was corroded beyond recognition by the splashing magic, and Hope's gaze toward the black-armored man became serious.

"Hope, be careful, he's using Dragon Slayer Magic."

Erza's warning came through, and Hope nodded. As an observer, he also recognized the black-armored man's magic; it was a corrosive dragon-slaying magic.

Putting aside its strength, the corrosive properties alone are disgusting enough. It severely counters Erza, who fights using armor, as well as Hope's "Wood Model" and "Plant" magic.

But thankfully, Hope has something even more disgusting.

Cyan magic rose in his hand, and 'Arc of Time' was activated.

With a snap of Hope's fingers, Erza's tattered shield instantly returned to its original state before the attack, and the land that had been turned into a scorched swamp by the magic wave was restored to its original appearance.

The magical vines that had been corrupted and shattered by the magic returned to their pre-damage state and continued to carry out Hope's commands, frantically wrapping around the black-armored man's body and restricting his movements.

Erza touched the intact shield, and with her knowledge, she had already guessed the magic Hope had just used.

Shape magic, plant magic, divine speed magic, wing magic... it's already astonishing that he can master so many magics at the same time, but he can even pull out a time-type magic.

This guy's magical talent is terrifyingly strong.

Turning her head to look, Erza's admiring gaze froze for a moment.

Watching Hope stuffing the sunflower orbs she had collected into her mouth like candy to restore her magic, she didn't know what to say.

Despite possessing so much magic, Hope's own magical power was far from satisfactory; after using only a few spells, he was already exhausted... Indeed, when God opens a window for people, He might just close the door behind him.

With a piercing roar, the black-armored man broke free from countless annoying vines, brandishing his greatsword coated with corrosive dragon-slaying magic, and charged toward the archaeological team.

Hope smiled dismissively; this was an easy target.

In the past, he definitely wouldn't have confronted a monster like the Black-Armored Man head-on, but now...

"Receive—Arm of Deliora!"

Chapter 51 Nine Consecutive Throws

In an instant, Hope's arms suddenly swelled up, his muscles bulged, his skin turned into hard, indigo-colored keratin, and his five fingers became vicious claws, radiating a sharp, cold light.

The ground beneath his feet shattered, and "Divine Foot" erupted instantly, sending Hope's figure shooting out like a cannonball.

"That's... receiving magic?!"

A look of surprise reappeared in Erza's eyes, but her fighting instincts made her react immediately, instantly switching back to the Heavenly Wheel Armor to cover Hope.

Dozens of flying swords shot towards the black-armored man like meteors, interfering with his vision and movement.

"Roar!"

The black-armored man roared and swung his blood-red broadsword to parry the flying swords. His corrosive dragon-slaying magic effortlessly corroded the longswords, leaving them covered in rust.

But it was this brief opening that gave Hope the opportunity to get close.

However, the black-armored man seemed to have a wealth of combat experience. He reacted extremely quickly, almost instantly drawing his sword to parry, with dark red corrosive magic condensing on the blade.

Bang!

The demon's fist collided violently with the blood-red greatsword, which was covered in corrosive dragon-slaying magic, producing a dull thud. The two completely different magical forces clashed fiercely, generating a dark purple shockwave that blew away all the surrounding dust and grass.

The black-armored man was jolted back several steps, nearly dropping his broadsword, but a deep wound was left on Hope's right arm. A powerful corrosive force immediately spread from the wound, accompanied by a wisp of acidic white smoke.

Hearing the sizzling sound of flesh being corroded, the black-armored man let out a triumphant roar, but was met with a mocking smile from Hope.

On the demon's right arm, the horrific wound healed at an alarming speed visible to the naked eye, and the corrosive dragon-slaying magic was expelled by an even stronger life force.

Deliora's almost superhuman physical regeneration ability was on full display at this moment.

The man in black armor was taken aback; he sensed a savage power emanating from this human.

In that moment of stunned silence from the black-armored man, Hope's Demon Fist was unleashed without hesitation, carrying a fierce wind that tore through the air, and aimed directly at the tear in the man's breastplate that Erza had previously slashed open.

Feeling the overwhelming force rushing towards him like a flood, the black-armored man snapped out of his daze, flicked his wrist, and slashed his broadsword fiercely in front of him.

Fist and blade clashed, air surged, and the result of the collision between flesh and blood and the greatsword wrapped in corrosive magic was that Hope's demonic power prevailed.

The powerful force made the black-armored man's arm go numb, and the bloody broadsword was blasted into the nearby jungle.

Hope grinned and exerted his strength a second time, his left hand plunging into the crack in the black-armored man's armor.

To the disbelief of Erza and the archaeologists, he used only his demonic claw to forcefully lift the black-armored man up and then slam him to the ground.

The ground seemed to tremble.