A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

All that could be seen were ruins and rubble, collapsed buildings, broken stone statues, and gradually cooling corpses. There were also comrades still fighting desperately. The familiar scenes were gone, and it felt like being in hell.

All that could be heard was the sounds of fighting and wailing: the clash of magic, pleas for help from comrades, and sorrowful cries. The destruction that was about to engulf the academy was also present, and strange, maniacal laughter rang out incessantly. Everything felt like a nightmare.

The magical war, filled with blood and tears, spread invisible sorrow and pain throughout the once peaceful and tranquil magic academy, nurturing the darkest hatred and resentment in human nature.

Black flames fell from the sky like a meteor shower, scattering across the ruined academy, creating uneven craters in the ground, or striking vegetation and burning it to ashes.

The black flames seemed to obscure the sunlight overhead, and a wild, arrogant figure laughed maniacally: "Hahaha!! Come on, come on!! I'm going to burn you all to ashes!!"

"The roar of the Fire God!"

Zankro spewed out a large amount of black flames. The flames were extremely hot and could not be extinguished. They mercilessly burned everything they touched, leaving only a charred pile.

"Damn it... why is water magic ineffective against these black flames?!"

"Don't use fire magic, he'll eat you up! That's god-destroying magic!"

"How exactly did they break through the defensive barrier and get into the academy?"

"Hold on, we must hold on until the hospital director comes back! She will definitely save us!"

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, a figure attacked from behind and sent him flying.

"What a pity, you won't be able to hold out until she comes back!"

Zankro was the most arrogant and destructive of the Seven Kin. After learning the God-Slaying Magic, he considered himself superior and viewed the weak as ants: "Hahahaha!!! Burn to ashes!!"

The scorching black flames reappeared in Zankro's hand. A cruel and insane smile appeared on his face. After a brief moment of charging up, he threw the flames with all his might, and they hurtled towards the academy students like a divine punishment.

"Kagutsuchi of the Flame God!"

Kagutsuchi is the name of a legendary god who controls fire; one can imagine the power of any technique named after him.

Seeing the deadly attack coming at them, the students shouted, "Oh no! Dodge it!!"

But it was too late!

The power of the high-temperature black flames was unimaginable, far surpassing ordinary fire magic. All matter in its path was destroyed and burned to ashes in a very short time.

Just as the ferocious black flame beast was about to take a young life, a white magic circle suddenly appeared out of thin air. Mysterious runes connected one after another, forming a solid magical prison that forcefully enveloped the flying black flame and fixed it in the air.

The students, who had narrowly escaped death, stammered, "We're...we're saved..."

"Huh? Who is it?!" Zancro didn't expect his magic to be blocked like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group felt a powerful and dense magical pressure descend from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing down on them, making it impossible for them to move an inch.

Zancro's expression changed: "Oh? Who is this person with such a sense of oppression? Could it be the dean of this academy?"

Before he could finish his reflection, Zankro saw a huge circular magic circle appear on the ground beneath his feet. The circle had a radius of 5 meters and was densely covered with a bunch of magical runes that he couldn't understand. The runes emitted a white light, and suddenly, the light condensed into a solid shape, transforming from soft to hard, and in the blink of an eye, it became an extremely sturdy cage.

Powerful and holy, the entire magic appeared to be the work of gods.

But Zancro was completely unfazed; instead, his murderous intent intensified: 'I'm using God-Slaying Magic!!'

He raised his right foot and stomped hard on the ground, causing it to crack. Black flames surged up and spread all over him, making Zankro look like a fire lord who had emerged from the dark underworld. Then, magic gathered together.

"Fire God Sword!!"

A powerful spell was unleashed, black flames forming a large blade in his hand, seemingly about to shatter the magical cage surrounding him.

Black flames erupted, expanding outwards continuously, while white light descended, pressing inwards relentlessly. The two spells, one dark and one holy white, were like two fighting bulls locked in a fierce struggle. After a brief period of mutual resistance, they canceled each other out in mid-air, unleashing a magical hurricane that blew dust and smoke all around, obscuring everything.

Those with quick thinking immediately seized the opportunity to escape, while only the teachers and students who were worried or hadn't quite grasped the situation remained standing there, waiting foolishly.

After a long while, the strong wind subsided, revealing two figures, an old man and a young man, standing among them.

Zancro continued to laugh wildly, "Hehehehe... So you're the one standing in my way, you old codger?"

Upon seeing the aged figure blocking their way, the survivors of the academy exclaimed in surprise, "You... are Speaker Grandoma of the Council?!"

"Leave him to me, you all go and support the others!"

His voice was old and deep, yet powerful and resonant, as if filled with endless rage.

At this moment, Gulandoma Hand completely lacked the kindness and gentleness that one would expect from an elderly person of his age; instead, his eyes were sharp and his aura fierce.

His white beard trembled with rage, his hair stood on end, and his hand, wrapped in bandages and gripping the snake-headed wooden staff, began to tremble with the force. His holy white magic emanated uncontrollably from his body, hand, and staff.

"The Dark Guild 'Heart of the Devil'... You heinous mages!! Today, I will surely slay you all here!!"

Chapter 204 Azuma: This is not the kind of strongman I want to fight.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Somewhere in the academy, another explosion occurred, and Azuma's robust figure slowly emerged from a thick old tree.

The lost magic known as the Arc of the Great Tree can draw energy from the earth, condense it into fruit, and create an explosion. It allows the user to merge into a great tree and control the plant for attacks and maneuvers.

The reason they were able to break through the defensive barrier of Demisor Magic Academy this time was because of his magic.

Azuma was a warlike man who sought out strong opponents. Although he did not kill indiscriminately like the previous two during this attack, he caused the most severe damage to the buildings.

The three explosions were a signal to declare war.

Azuma didn't look back at the explosion. Instead, he crossed his arms and gazed into the distance, muttering to himself, "Has it finally arrived? A powerful opponent who can make me fight seriously!"

A figure strode out from the raging winds of the explosion, a white and blue knee-length cloak billowing in the wind, and the once crystal-clear jade gem in the necklace on her chest now emitting an eerie, ghostly green light.

tread!tread!

The heavy footsteps approached from afar. With each step, the white boots left a five-centimeter-deep footprint on the ground. At the same time, a vast, solid, and dark magical power continuously overflowed from the body, gradually covering the entire body.

"A rat from the gutter dares to run wild on my turf? Are you tired of living?!"

Hearing the cold voice coming from ahead, Azuma looked up and was immediately startled, feeling as if he were seeing a demon crawling out of the darkest hell.

Konas should have had long, light blonde hair, wore a pure white fitted dress, and a matching cape and boots, but now, apart from one exposed eye that gleamed with a murderous light, her entire body was only one color.

It was pitch black!

That was the color of her magic.

pat!

A pair of black gloves were carelessly tossed on the ground. Azuma had excellent eyesight, so with just a quick glance, she noticed a thin, black film on the inside of the gloves.

This thin film is much darker than the color of the glove itself, and it is clearly not something that was originally there. Rather, it is a product of the magic applied to it, which sealed and suppressed the magic power that the wearer would unconsciously exude, and formed over a long period of time.

Konas's eyes were so cold they could freeze the surroundings with frost. Her hands, exposed after she took off her gloves, were completely enveloped by this dark, gloomy, and evil magic. At the same time, an extremely dangerous and violent magic surged up within three feet of her.

Azuma's heart pounded, his pupils contracted, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead: This woman's magic... is not simple!

"So powerful! This terrifying magic power is probably no weaker than the student council president's..."

Without hesitation, he extended his right hand, fingers spread, and launched the first attack, channeling the power of the surrounding earth to gather around the woman, preparing to detonate it directly. However…

Om-!

The surging magic, like sound waves, swept outwards in all directions without any blind spots. Wherever it passed, the energy that had been gathered suddenly stopped, weakened, and eventually disappeared completely.

"This is?!"

Before she could be surprised by her opponent's abilities, Azuma made another move to test the waters, unleashing two area-of-effect spells simultaneously.

"The Sword of the Branch!"

"Sword of Leaves!"

Drawing upon the power of trees, countless branches and leaves coalesced in the air, forming dense, rain-like wooden swords that attacked Konas. However, before they could even get close, they were engulfed by the black magic surrounding her. The wooden swords instantly lost all their momentum, and even the magic within them dissipated completely. The carriers of the magic, the overwhelming array of wooden swords, rapidly decayed and aged, decomposing into dust in the air and scattering with the wind.

The solidified black magic was not content with simple defense and continued to advance towards Azuma.

A true powerhouse!

But this isn't the kind of strong opponent I want to fight seriously!

What I want is an opponent who fights me hand-to-hand, or at least with magic or weapons, and I don't care if I die because of it!

However, if you were to fight this woman, you would not experience any exhilarating battle. Instead, it would be like a cat and mouse chase. Your attacks would not be able to get close, and once you were touched by her magic, you would either die or be seriously injured!

Azuma felt that what was coming at him was not ordinary magic, but a cold, dark, and irresistible energy. He was very familiar with this feeling of magic. His companion, Ultear, used a similar power, the power of time!

The difference is that Ultear's Arc of Time is ineffective against living beings, but the magic of the person before me does not have this flaw.

Years of experience fighting powerful opponents gave him a premonition that once he was touched by this magic, he would never be able to escape unless he sacrificed the tainted parts and decisively abandoned them. Otherwise, he could only watch helplessly as his body was gradually corroded and aged by the magic.

Whoosh!

With lightning speed, Azuma flew out of the tree trunk and escaped the attacked tree before the dark magic could get close.

"Aging... I see. So that's why I had to wear gloves?" After landing, he suddenly realized something and glanced back at the black leather gloves on the ground. "If I'm not mistaken, those are also lost magic, aren't they?"

"Truly worthy of being one of the Ten Wizard Saints who have been famous for many years... no, I should say, truly worthy of being the Dean of Demisol Academy?"

Konas paused, then her murderous aura surged: "What you just said... was that I'm old?"

Azuma: ? ?

……

At this moment, Kira was on his way to Demisor Academy of Magic.

High in the sky, the flying carpet was already at maximum speed. Hyberion put away the milk, frowned, and asked seriously, "Mr. Kira, are you sure the Devil's Heart won't attack the examinees?"

Kira finally remembered Hyberion, so he took his flying carpet back to pick up the passengers, then abandoned the examinees and flew directly towards the academy.

"We have no choice but to trust them! The safety of the academy, which is currently suffering, is more important than any potential attack, isn't it?"

According to Urudia, they originally planned to launch the attack early this morning, but it would take Konas and Gulan several hours to get to the academy by airship. By that time, they should have already clashed.

There are four people on the other side! And a squad of soldiers. Can Konas, Gran, and a teacher from the academy defeat them all?

Thinking of this, Kira couldn't help but ask, "Senior, how strong is Speaker Gran?"

He only knew that old man Gulan was very good at magical research, but as for his strength... the entire council was swept away by the Jackal Demon of the Nine Demons Gate, so how strong could he be?

Although Jackal had the aura of being the first member of the Nine Ghost Gates at the time, it still spoke volumes!

Hyberion recalled for a moment and said, "Chairman Guran has studied magic for many years and can use many kinds of magic, but his strongest magic is still the cage magic, which can trap enemies and even magical particles and other energies."

"understood."