Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

"Ha... Hahaha!"

From inside the Spectral Magic Giant came the maniacal laughter of Joseph, the Spectral Guild Master, "Makarov, you old codger, don't underestimate me! This Spectral MK-2 is sure to bring you some unexpected surprises!"

Two colossal figures stood facing each other in the center of Orc City, their mere presence causing the surrounding buildings to sway precariously.

The gears inside the giant's chest spun wildly, and the layers of armor on his arms opened, revealing a huge, black cannon muzzle. The "Jupiter" cannon was aimed at Makarov.

Faced with a magic cluster cannon capable of destroying a city, Makarov simply clenched his fist in a charging posture, his magic power condensing into a dazzling ball of light on his fist.

"Everyone, stand back!"

Erza quickly gave the order, and the Fairy Tail members retreated swiftly.

At that very moment, the Jupiter Cannon on the chest of the Magic Giant fired! A blazing white beam of light, imbued with terrifying magic, tore through the air, distorting even the light in its path.

However, faced with this devastating blow, Makarov neither blocked nor dodged, allowing the horrifying shelling to strike his chest.

The dissipated energy leveled most of the surrounding buildings.

The Fairy Tail members on the ground were on tenterhooks.

However, when the light faded, Makarov's enormous figure remained motionless.

The Jupiter cannon, capable of easily destroying a city, only left a small, smoking wound on his body, without even breaking the skin.

The "Giant" magic is not simply about enlarging; it completely transforms Makarov's life form into a true giant. His bones, flesh, and strength now reach a terrifying level, enough to fight a dragon hand-to-hand.

Chapter 75 The Power of the Ten Saints

Makarov blew the smoke from his chest, looked at the Spectre Giant opposite him, and said with a hint of mockery, "Is this the surprise you've been preparing for all these years?"

"Joseph, are you tickling me?"

"impossible!"

Within the Phantom Magus Giant, Joseph's voice was filled with disbelief, "Jupiter's power is enough to destroy a city! How could you...?"

"Hmph, a frog in a well."

Makarov snorted coldly, interrupting Joseph's roar, "How could someone as obsessed with intrigue as you possibly understand... the will and power that 'Fairy Tail' carries? It's something your ambition and this cold, hard metal can't possibly measure!"

Before he finished speaking, Makarov's giant fist, which was radiating brilliant golden light, shot out like a comet streaking across the night sky at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive!

"Giant's Fist!"

This punch had no fancy techniques, only the purest power and magic! Wherever the punch passed, the air was compressed and emitted a sharp popping sound.

The armor on the Ghost Sorcerer Giant's chest shattered like paper the moment it came into contact with the fist. The internal structure and magic circuits emitted a sickening metallic wail under this immense force.

The immense impact pierced through the magical giant's body, leaving a clear fist-shaped protrusion on its back.

The giant's massive body staggered backward from the punch, its heavy feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"How can he be...so strong!"

Inside the control room, Joseph gritted his teeth and forced the magical giant to stabilize himself, raising his arms as if to continue struggling.

But Makarov gave him no chance at all.

His massive body displayed an agility disproportionate to his size. With one hand still gripping the magic giant's chest, his other giant hand, with its five fingers spread, grabbed the magic giant's head—the very spot where Joseph was.

"The game is over, Joseph!"

"Get out here!"

Makarov roared, his arm muscles bulging, and golden magic burned like flames.

With a sharp "crack," the connecting structure at the neck of the magical giant was torn off by immense force, and a large number of parts fell from the breach.

Just then, a cold, viscous, almost tangible dark magic suddenly burst open the head of the magic giant from the inside, and a figure slowly rose from the sky full of fragments.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old, wearing a tall hat and a purplish-black robe, with a mustache and a gloomy, lewd face.

This person is none other than Joseph Pola, the guild master of the Phantom Lords and a powerful figure among the "Ten Wizard Saints" just like Makarov.

Joseph's clothes were somewhat disheveled, and a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth, but the dark purple magic surrounding him was like a boiling abyss, proclaiming his power.

"Heh...hehe..."

"Well done, Makarov."

Joseph wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "You actually managed to damage my Spectre MK-2 to this extent, but don't think you can win just like that! I didn't become one of the 'Ten Saints' with this pile of scrap metal!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and the immense dark magic transformed into countless howling dark soldiers, spreading outwards like a tide, darkening the sky and sending chills down one's spine.

Joseph waved his arm, and the dark soldiers roared towards Makarov, completely obscuring his vision. Joseph, whose form was hidden by the thick black mist, suddenly swooped down with lightning speed.

Joseph was a shrewd strategist; he had lost to Makarov six years earlier.

Now that the plan against Makarov has failed before it even began, he naturally cannot continue to fight Makarov one-on-one without weakening him.

Makarov is indeed very strong, but his weaknesses are also obvious.

As long as he can catch one of the underlings, he will have absolute control over the fiercely protective Makarov!

Joseph's scheme was undeniably ruthless, and his actions undeniably swift. He was enveloped in thick dark magic, tearing through the air like a ghost, his target being the Fairy Tail members below who had temporarily relaxed their guard due to the collapse of the Magic Giant.

A sly grin spread across his face, as if he could already see Makarov's angry yet helpless expression after taking the hostages.

"careful!"

Erza was the first to sense the malice descending from the sky. She issued a stern warning and instantly transformed into the "Heavenly Wheel Armor," with countless swords swirling around all her companions in preparation for the attack.

However, Joseph was too fast. The full-force attack of the Ten Wizard Saints was something that ordinary mages could not react to.

Dark magic descended like a curtain, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, and instantly broke through Erza's sword formation.

The dark magic, like a raging wind, easily knocked down Natsu, Gray, Elfman, and the others who were fighting back with all their might.

Joseph landed and reached out to grab Lucy, who was closest to him.

At this critical moment, a wall of fire suddenly rose up, precisely blocking Joseph and Lucy.

"Flames with holy attributes?"

Joseph turned to look at the starting point of the wall of fire, where Hope, who had somehow appeared in front of everyone, was standing. The holy fire burning around him was gradually dispelling the darkness.

"Hope, well done!"

Watching Happy drag Lucy away, Natsu roared, took a deep breath with lightning speed, and unleashed his strongest move, which is also the most iconic skill of Dragon Slayer Magic.

The fire dragon's roar!

A blazing tornado of fire erupted toward Joseph, who was blocked.

At the same instant, Gray's hands were already on the ground, and ice instantly rose from the ground beneath Joseph's feet, attempting to freeze and trap him.

Faced with this sudden joint counterattack, Joseph was both surprised and furious. He didn't care about the opponent's insignificant magic, but felt that Hope, Natsu and Gray had humiliated him.

With a wave of his hand, Natsu and Gray's magic was swallowed by darkness. Joseph looked at Hope with a twisted expression, "You brat, you ruined my plans, so you'd better die!"

Dark magic surged violently, instantly drying up the ground and even swallowing up the bright light. Joseph condensed a huge ghostly claw, which grabbed at Hope with a fierce aura at an extremely fast speed.

"Hope!" Natsu and Gray exclaimed simultaneously.

However, facing this deadly attack, Hope activated her "Divine Footwork" and barely managed to dodge it with her agile movements, but a large, deep bloody scratch was still left on her back by the ghost claw.

It was just a small skill that almost cost him his life.

Is this the power of the Ten Wizard Saints...?

Hope knew he was no match for Joseph, but being passive meant certain death... A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he made an unusual decision.

With a burst of speed from his feet, Hope charged toward Joseph like an arrow released from a bow.

Chapter 76 Bloodstained Demon Body, Sword of Determination

Seeing Hope advance instead of retreat, Joseph's eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into deeper sarcasm.

"You ignorant brat!"

Dark magic coalesced once more, and this time, the ghost claw shrank dramatically in size and moved more than twice as fast, heading straight for Hope's heart!

A chilling and malevolent aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

At this critical moment between life and death, the dark light in Hope's pupils burned fiercely, and his magic power exploded with unprecedented intensity!

Full body reception!

The Soul of Deliora!

During the charge, Hope's body underwent a horrifying transformation. His already muscular physique expanded further, completely ripping his shirt open. The exposed skin was covered with dark gray keratin, and the rock-like muscle lines faintly revealed eerie dark red patterns.

Hope neither dodged nor avoided the five deep, horrifying wounds left on his body by the demonic claws. However, having fully transformed into a demon, he possessed Deliora's "immortality."

Deliora's superhuman regenerative abilities allowed him to heal the wound—a wound that would have been fatal for an ordinary person—in just a few breaths.

"what?!"

Joseph's pupils contracted sharply. Although he hadn't used his full strength, that move was enough to severely injure or even kill an ordinary S-rank mage.

However, Hope's defensive and regenerative abilities have surpassed those of ordinary S-class mages, and even he, a Holy Ten Mage, is far inferior to them!

Gray, who was behind, felt a sudden tightness in his chest when he saw Hope's appearance, but then relaxed.

Gray knew Deliora's power all too well; he was his master, a demon that even Ul, the strongest mage in northern Ishgar ten years ago, had to use forbidden magic to kill.

Now that power is in Hope's body, although he cannot yet unleash the full power of the Soul of Deliora, his powerful physique is enough to hold off Joseph.

Gray didn't know that Hope didn't just want to stall Joseph; after all, being a punching bag was just too boring.

Just as Joseph was momentarily stunned by Hope's astonishing regenerative ability, Hope, now transformed into a demon, had already broken through the final distance between the two!

The dark gray demon fist, accompanied by a fierce wind that tore through the air, slammed down towards Joseph's face!

"Insanity!"

After failing to defeat this unknown kid in three consecutive moves, Joseph was overwhelmed by humiliation and rage, which instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"Dark Spiral!"

Joseph let out a shriek, no longer holding back. His immense dark magic surged forth like a burst dam, half of it forming a solid dark barrier to block the demon's fist, while the other half condensed into a spiral of dark magic that slammed straight into Hope.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the terrible pain caused Hope to let out a muffled groan, halting his charge.