A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

Chapter 154 A World Where Only Marcus Is Wounded...

The jet-black bone-crushing cannon was held at Bisca's waist. Its caliber was about the thickness of two people's waists, and its length was about one meter. It looked quite extraordinary.

Bisca used her fair and delicate hands to lift the thick, long, and dark cannon in front of her, her face showing a blush-inducing satisfaction and admiration.

Then she pointed the cannon at Rocky.

Isn't this art style a bit off? Isn't Bisca's magic supposed to be guns? When did she start using cannons? Aren't these kinds of weapons usually only seen on large battlefields? And what's with the expression on her face?

Rocky suddenly froze halfway through his run, a barrage of questions swirling in his mind. He wanted to stop and make peace, but the attack had already been launched and couldn't be taken back.

If the user's resolve falters, the lion phantom's aura immediately dissipates, and the magic's power weakens by a third.

boom!

Biska's cannon unleashed a deafening roar, instantly melting the Golden Lion King into a wave of light that spanned nearly half the guild's size. Immediately afterward, the surrounding mountains trembled, the ground shook, the roadside grass swayed, and the man before her collapsed.

Loki was blasted dozens of meters away by the immense force, crashing to the ground and unable to get up. His mind was filled with only a few of the most famous philosophical questions in Protoss history: Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

Bisca tied up the cannon and habitually leaned over to try and blow away the smoke from the muzzle, only to find that the muzzle was bigger than her head, so she immediately gave up the idea.

"He took down Rocky with a single shot? That's impressive! Looks like the cannon was worth the money."

A few days ago, she had only visited Hope Cottage to make up for her previous cancellation of the order, but now, Bisca felt only relief, "Indeed, there's a reason why it's expensive."

A single cannon costs over a million J! How could it not be powerful?

"What a mess!" Loki couldn't help but exclaim. "If I'm not mistaken, this is a magical artifact made by Kira, isn't it?"

He got up again, looking disheveled, and straightened his hair. Appearance is always important, no matter what. "Isn't using this kind of cheat a violation of the game rules?"

The competition rules state that special magical items cannot be used.

“Of course not!” Bisca declared confidently. “This is a weapon I acquired using magic, just like Erza’s armor. How could it violate the rules?”

A good weapon is enough to make up for the difference in strength between the two. Rocky had no choice but to silently shed tears and suffer this loss.

Although Loki is far superior to Bisca in terms of all the data, Bisca has money and powerful connections; while Loki, who spent almost every day in Fairy Tail, didn't save much money and even gave all his savings to his girlfriends before leaving, is now penniless.

Lying on the ground gazing at the sky, Loki sighed, "I originally wanted to take this opportunity to teach Kira a lesson and get revenge for the past two years, but it seems that's not going to happen now..."

Bisca smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged, there will be another chance tomorrow."

Clearly, even among teammates, there are those who want to stab Kira in the back!

Just then, an urgent distress signal came through the White Team's communication channel.

Marcus: "Help me! Help me! Gray and Juvia are attacking from this side!"

Nob: "Did the Blue Team and the Black Team team up?"

Biguslow: "Gray? I've wanted to fight him for ages... By the way, how's it going with you, Bisca?"

Bisca: "Don't worry, Rocky has already taken care of it."

Biguslow: "Well done! Now I can go to the other side without worry. Where's Kira?"

Half a minute later, Kira replied in the channel: "I just finished off Natsu and Gajeel, and I'll be at the Black Team's Crystal Tower soon. How about it? Should I slow down and give you guys some time to have a proper fight?"

Biguslow: "No need, it'll be done in no time!"

Hearing their teammate's confident statement, the group smiled knowingly.

As Kira moved forward, he silently recalled the strength of the four people he was about to face. Under normal circumstances, it should be Gray > Biggleslow = Juvia > Marcus. If the two of them joined forces to forcefully attack his own crystal, his teammates alone might not be able to stop them.

Looks like I'd better hurry up!

Kira quickened his pace.

……

"Ice-forged, Lancer!"

Several ice spears shot out from the magic circle, tracing graceful parabolas in the air before being blocked by a sand wall.

Marcus, panting, said to Gray and Juvia, "You guys have gone too far! How could you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a water blade formed from flowing water slashed towards him. His pupils contracted, his body went limp, and he fell backward, luckily dodging the attack, but the sharp water blade still cut off a tuft of his hair.

"Two of them are fighting me!"

Marcus, wanting to cry but not knowing who to cry to, looked utterly helpless: "Why isn't the reinforcement here yet?"

"You'd better get out of the way," Gray said with a laugh, "or you'll get a beating."

Marcus's legs trembled: "How could I possibly step aside! I know the difference between offending you and offending Kira..."

Gray: "..."

"No need to say anything more! If I give way, I'll be breaking the rules of the game, and how will we continue playing?"

The voice was soft, but the attitude was firm.

"Heh heh, then you'd better be prepared!" Gray chuckled. "Juvia, go!"

"Yes!" Juvia replied, immediately casting the spell, "Water Binding!"

Marcus doesn't have Kira's strength. Against Kira, she can attack recklessly, but against Marcus, she chooses a binding spell that deals less damage.

Trapped by the enemy's water sphere, Marcuston felt his magic stagnate and become unable to circulate.

This was the first time he had ever been deprived of both breathing and magic. He couldn't help but think to himself: Juvia truly deserves to be called an S-class mage of Phantom Lord; his strength is indeed extraordinary.

Marcus had read Kira's light novels and had fantasized about using moves like "Sand Burial," "Desert Sword," and "Absorbing Water," but he later had to admit that there was a big difference between novels and reality.

He really can't use those cool magic spells!

"Well done, Juvia!"

Gray stepped forward, ignoring Marcus's pleading gaze, and reached his hand into the water sphere. The cold air released, freezing it into an ice ball.

"Ahhh!!! Lord Gray praised me!!" Juvia felt extremely honored by her beloved's praise.

Clang!

With his hands and feet sealed inside the ice puck, only his head remained outside. Breathing wasn't difficult, but he couldn't exert any strength or move.

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? I'm frozen by Gray! They're about to get there!"

Marcus, with tears in his eyes, once again sent a distress call to the chat channel, and was quickly met with ridicule from Biguslo, sympathy from Bisca, a reply from Nob, and Kira's indifference.

"No way, you're too weak! You got defeated so quickly?"

"They disregard morality, using their numbers to bully the few and launch a sneak attack..."

"After all, there are two people on the other side, and they are Gray and Juvia. It's quite impressive that Marcus has managed to hold on this long."

“What do you mean by ‘that Marcus’?! Bisca, explain yourself clearly…”

"Now that Marcus has been defeated, I must complete the mission after the match."

"You idiot, at least say something related to the current situation! What does my defeat have to do with your mission? Who cares if you're doing a mission or not! And you've been saying this for ages..."

"Hehehe, it seems like Gray and Juvia's relationship is going very well."

"What?! I got beaten up trying to defend the crystal, and you, as a teammate, not only didn't care at all, but you blatantly watched the show right in front of me?"

The grumbling and complaining were completely ignored by his four teammates, and only the game was completed despite Marcus's injury.

"Can't you guys be a little more serious? The enemy is practically at our doorstep now!!"

Biguslow: "Shut up! It's all because you can't hold on."

Marcus: "..."

Blame me?

Chapter 155 Even if the person isn't there, I'll still send my sarcasm.

"The White Team's crystal tower is just ahead!"

The thought of making Kira fail once filled Gray with excitement.

Whoosh—Bang!

A swift green laser beam shot from the shadows of the path ahead, scattering Gray and Juvia as they ran. Then, several baby-like voices rang out, and at the same time, a tall, dark purple figure appeared—it was Bigelow, along with his puppet pets: Pipi, Bobo, Baba, Beibei, and Bubu.

Bigusro is considered relatively old among the younger generation, at 22 years old. The helmet on his head and his purple-black clothing add to his tall and imposing figure, making him appear very imposing when standing with his companions.

His magic, Star Chart: Puppet Possession, refers to the magic of attaching a soul to a puppet, causing the puppet to form a certain pattern to launch an attack. The puppet can be replaced.

Kira had strongly recommended that he use the ones sold in his shop, those that looked obviously cooler, or some that looked like guildmates, but he refused them all, saying that he didn't like those flashy things, which puzzled Kira.

"As a member of the Thor's Legion, can't you collect a life-size figurine of yourself, just like Fred collects Laxus models?"

"No, I still prefer my babies~"

Kira believes that Bigusro's insistence stems from the fact that smaller props are easier to carry and use for attacks; otherwise, no figure enthusiast would be unmoved by a life-sized model and prefer simple wooden items.

"After Marcus, are you? Biguslow..."

Juvia didn't know anyone from the Thor's Creed, but Gray did, and he had some understanding of Gray's abilities, though not a complete one.

"Hehe... Let's go, my darlings!"

Biguslo maneuvered his puppet and flew towards the two of them.

"Go! Go!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Upon hearing their master's command, the five small, sentient puppets responded and simultaneously unleashed green magical lasers from their mouths, attacking the two of them.

Whoosh—Bang! Boom!

The five little puppets worked in perfect harmony, moving nimbly and closely following Gray. Their lasers were accurate and fast, each attack accompanied by a violent explosion. In this environment, surrounded by rocks and grass, with only a straight road in the middle, even Gray found it difficult to confront them head-on and could only choose to dodge.

Fortunately, their attack speed was not fast. Gray dodged a "straight line formation" attack with a side lunge, and then jumped back to avoid the "five elements formation". After that, he thought of a way to deal with it.

"Ice Forge, Hammer!"

With a flick of his wrists, he unleashed an ice-shaping spell, and a massive ice hammer rained down from the sky, crashing down on Biguslow.

Biggleslow was one of the tallest in the entire guild. Not only was his tongue long, but more importantly, his arms and legs were also long and his flexibility was excellent. He easily jumped away from the hammer, but then he heard the sound of something falling and lost contact with his treasures.