Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

She was about to unleash her strongest move.

"Moonless Flow - Garuda Flame!"

The moment the sword was drawn, multiple sword energies were mixed with a large number of extremely hot flame cherry blossoms, beautiful yet deadly.

This is the essence of Ikaruga's lifelong swordsmanship; she once used this move to instantly kill a top mage of a dark guild.

"Beautiful swordsmanship."

Hope smiled, genuinely admiring that Ikaruga could create his own swordsmanship, unlike him who could only rely on the Grand Commander's unique skills.

A sharp flash of sword light streaked past.

The crimson longsword flew backward and embedded itself straight into the wall not far away.

The turtledove stumbled back several steps and collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at its beloved sword that had been knocked away. Its voice was filled with sorrow and desolation: "I've lost..."

"Yes, you lost."

Hope abandoned his nonchalant expression and said seriously, "Your swordsmanship is the strongest I have ever seen in this world, but you are too bound by form."

"The person who taught me swordsmanship told me that swordsmanship doesn't need so many fancy things; you just need to remember the three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate."

The dove looked up and met Hope's serious gaze, and was slightly taken aback.

Just then, the entire tower suddenly began to shake violently.

"What happened?" Lucy barely managed to stand by holding onto the wall.

Makarov looked up at the top of the tower with a grave expression: "It's Erza! The battle up there has already begun, we have to hurry!"

Without further delay, the group rushed towards the top of the tower.

The turtledove watched their departing figures, lost in thought, before finally letting out a soft sigh.

Chapter 104 The Completely Shattered Bonds

The main hall at the top of the Tower of Paradise.

"Useless! Two pieces of useless trash!"

Seeing that Owl and Udarudas had lost one after another through the surveillance, Gerald angrily overturned the chessboard he usually used to pass the time.

The chess pieces scattered and rolled on the ground.

That perfectly captures Gerald's feelings right now.

His black robe and hood covered half of his face. Although his features were not visible, Erza and the others, who had arrived at the top of the tower, could already imagine Jellal's gloomy expression from the resentment emanating from him.

Walter spoke first, his arm forming a cannon that was now aimed at him, "Gerald! You bastard, you've been deceiving us for so many years!"

"Eight years...eight years!"

Do you know how we've all been coping these past eight years?!

"We've been working overtime every day to build this dilapidated tower because we believed in your promise that freedom from darkness would surely come..."

"But these are all lies!"

"We've actually been free for a long time!"

Hearing Wally's angry voice, Gerald slowly turned around, his once clear blue eyes now filled with unfathomable darkness and obsession.

He chuckled dismissively. "Foolish. Eight years ago, you were just a bunch of immature kids who didn't even know how to survive after leaving the Tower of Paradise."

"Shut up!" Hugh gritted his teeth and stepped forward. "Geralt, you don't want to give us freedom at all; you just want to use us to help you complete this evil magic!"

"Evil? Hahahaha!"

Gerald burst into laughter, “Power itself is neither good nor evil. As long as the goal is achieved, no matter how dirty the process is, the result will always be the most sacred!”

"As long as Lord Zeref is resurrected, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile!"

"Why waste your breath on him! Beat him awake!"

The hot-tempered Wally was the first to charge forward, unleashing a powerful shockwave from the cannon muzzle, shouting, "Crush it!"

However, Gerald simply waved his hand, and a torrent of dark purple magic surged forth, easily shattering Wally's attack and sending him flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

"Walley!"

Miriamina screamed, and the cat-tail whip in her hand lashed out at Jellal as if it were alive, but it was deflected by an invisible magical force.

Hugh roared and unleashed his magic, throwing out several magic cards. Instantly, several giant chess pieces appeared out of thin air and crushed towards Gerald.

"A trivial skill."

Gerald's eyes were icy. With a flick of his finger, several meteor-like beams of magic burst forth, precisely piercing through all the chess pieces and blasting them to pieces.

The aftershocks of the explosion knocked Hugh and Simon, who had come to his aid, to the ground.

"These are the spells I taught you. How dare you half-baked people try to use them against me? You're incredibly stupid."

Gerald commented indifferently.

He turned his gaze back to Erza, who had remained silent. "So, what about you, Erza? Are you going to try and stop me like these useless fools?"

"Oh, I forgot, you stopped it eight years ago."

"What a pity. If you had succeeded in stopping me, none of this would have happened."

Hearing Jellal's mocking words, Erza took a deep breath and, for the first and last time, tried to dissuade him: "Jellal, stop now. It's not too late to turn back."

"Turning back? I've already reached a point where there's no turning back!"

Jellal's magical power surged, and the powerful pressure made the air thicken. "Since you insist on blocking my path, then become sacrifices for Lord Zeref's resurrection, along with this tower!"

Erza slowly raised her sword, her eyes filled with an unprecedented determination. "Jellal, I've come to 'save' you."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Then come! Try to stop me, Erza!"

Jellal's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. With a flick of his wrist, evil dark magic instantly transformed into a multitude of dark demons that lunged straight at Erza.

Erza neither dodged nor evaded; a flash of light appeared on her body, and her Heavenly Wheel Armor was instantly transformed. Dozens of longswords swirled in a sword formation as she clashed with the dark demon.

The violent collision shattered several pillars on the top floor.

Erza fought her way out of the demon horde and slashed at Jellal with her sword, saying, "Don't you think it's a shame to destroy the building that we worked so hard to build?"

Gerald dodged the longsword and sneered, "A pillar or two are nothing more than superfluous decorations to the Tower of Paradise."

However, these words enraged Erza, who slashed through the oncoming dark magic with a furious sword light, "For these decorations, Simon, Hugh, Miriam, and those companions you deceived have wasted eight years of their lives!"

Jellal, however, was completely unconcerned about Erza's anger. "Don't keep talking about companions. They're just tools I tricked into building the Tower of Paradise!"

"Such a massive project was completed in just eight years. Where can you find such skilled workers?"

Seeing Erza's reason being consumed by rage, Jellal instantly conjured magic in his hand, and a dark torrent immediately rushed towards Erza from all directions.

Watching the red-haired girl struggle but ultimately be swallowed by the darkness, Jellal's face showed a smug look. "You're still as weak as you were eight years ago, Erza."

Do you know why I let you go eight years ago?

"Because resurrecting Lord Zeref requires a body of 'Wizard Ten' level as a sacrifice, and Erza, you are undoubtedly the best sacrifice!"

Gerald covered his face and burst into laughter.

However, the next second, the sharp Purgatory Blade shattered the darkness and sent him flying with a heavy blow.

The immense force caused Jellal to slide a distance on the ground before coming to a stop. Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked up in disbelief at Erza, who was clad in the jet-black Infernal Armor.

Her eyes were cold, no longer burning with anger.

Is this still the Erza I remember...?

Erza had always harbored a sliver of hope for Jellal, believing that he let her go eight years ago because the kindness in his heart had not been completely extinguished.

However, the truth revealed by Jellal ruthlessly extinguished Erza's expectations of him.

So now, there's no need to hold back anymore.

Erza swung her greatsword and slashed down repeatedly, creating a powerful flying brick. Jellal, who had previously had the upper hand, was immediately suppressed and forced to retreat.

Jellal was extremely agitated. Maintaining the thought entity lurking in the council consumed most of his magic power, making him no match for Erza.

If this continues, I will fail.

If he were to detach his "thought form," his complete form could indeed easily defeat Erza. But even if he defeated Erza, Makarov would still be there, and the Tower of Heaven wouldn't be able to be saved...

Given the current situation, the only option is to abandon the Tower of Paradise, preserve our strength, and start over slowly... Damn it, eight years of meticulous planning have gone down the drain. I'm so unwilling to accept this.

Just as Gerald was about to dispel the thought body, a figure crashed through the top dome and fell heavily between him and Erza.

Chapter 105 Gravity Man

He was a man with a lot of body hair.

He was about thirty years old, wearing a white coat, with long black hair braided and hanging down his back. He glanced at Erza indifferently.

"Woman, can you fly?"

Faced with this inexplicable question, Erza was taken aback. Before she could answer, the man had already raised his hand.

An invisible, immense force instantly descended upon Erza, causing her Infernal Armor to groan under its strain. The ground beneath her feet cracked inch by inch, and she was forced to sink several inches under the weight.

Erza gritted her teeth, forcibly supporting her body, the magical light on her Infernal Armor flashing rapidly, trying to resist the terrifying pressure.

"Oh? You can still stand?"

The man looked slightly surprised, then increased his magic output. "How about three times the gravity?"

boom!

As if a mountain was pressing down on her, Erza could no longer hold on. Her knees slammed heavily onto the ground. She felt as if all the bones in her body were groaning, her internal organs were about to be crushed, and even breathing became difficult.

"Erza!"

Simon and the others tried to help, but were caught in the aftershocks of the gravitational field and were forced to lie flat on the ground, unable to move.

Gerald was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, then a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

The man turned his head away, not even glancing at Gerald directly. "My name is Brunot. As for why I took action, you, a good-for-nothing, have no right to know."