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A battle between Makarov and Bluenote is about to break out.

Even though Makarov found it troublesome, he still had to brace himself and take the full force of a ruthless archmage's attack seriously.

Bluenote's dark purple magic was thick and oppressive, contrasting sharply with Makarov's warm golden magic. The two contrasting magical powers resonated with the heavens and earth, and the magic they unleashed was devastating, making them the most dazzling presence on the entire battlefield.

Surprisingly, although the battle between Makarov and Bluenote was large-scale, it did not affect the overall trend of the battlefield.

Although it was indeed thrilling at first, with almost everyone stopping what they were doing and staring blankly at the battle of the gods, they gradually realized that this battle of the gods wasn't so interesting after all.

Although Bluenote is a Grand Magus with the magical power of the Ten Wizard Saints level, he is still very young, probably not even forty years old. He is still too inexperienced in front of the cunning and shrewd Makarov, both in terms of strength and scheming.

The rhythm of the battle was entirely controlled by Makarov; Bluenote couldn't hurt Makarov at all. And the old man had no intention of going all out; he seemed to be putting in a lot of effort, but in reality, he was just slacking off.

Although Bluenote's attempt to kill Eleven and Laxus had enraged Makarov to the point of losing his temper, upon calming down, he realized it was entirely the two bastards' own doing. Bluenote didn't even know who they were, and the two bastards weren't seriously injured, so there didn't seem to be anything to be angry about.

In the end, the battle between the two basically turned into a large-scale turn-based game. You hit me, I counterattack, and neither of us could really hurt the other, so it became more and more boring.

Even under Makarov's deliberate guidance, the two fought in increasingly remote areas, gradually drifting away from the center of the battlefield and into a corner.

At this moment, the dark mages who had stopped to watch the commotion suddenly realized they were still in the middle of a battle. They turned to look at their former opponents, nodded awkwardly, and then both sides unleashed their ultimate attacks, completely abandoning their previous harmonious atmosphere of watching the spectacle side by side.

Although Makarov drew away the Rakshasa Evil Spirits' strongest forces, the Rakshasa Evil Spirits, being a long-established top-tier dark guild, still managed to maintain a firm advantage in the overall battle.

Although there are no top-tier experts among the Rakshasa Evil Spirits, the average quality of their official members is excellent, far surpassing the ragtag army that Brain cobbled together.

However, Brain, who was directing the battle from the rear, showed no sign of panic. He calmly and methodically directed the battle from the rear, seemingly unconcerned about being at a disadvantage.

Eleven and Laxus carefully moved through the battlefield, avoiding being accidentally hit by the flying magic. Both of them seemed somewhat silent, unlike their usual banter.

After witnessing the battle between the old man and Bluenote, Eleven and Laxus truly realized how superficial they had been.

He just bullies Natsu and the others every day, and he actually thinks he's invincible? But when he encounters a truly strong opponent, he can only helplessly wait to die. This time he was lucky to be saved by the old man, but what about next time?

Leaving aside the extremely proud Laxus, even the usually thick-skinned Eleven felt utterly ashamed. Fairy Tail doesn't have mages who need others to clean up their messes! Especially not a mage who can't even protect his own life—what right does he have to call himself an S-class mage?

It seems I need to train Natsu and Mira Erza properly from now on. Only when they become stronger can bullying them help me increase my own strength.

This is the same principle as fattening pigs before slaughtering them; you can't make money by slaughtering piglets every day!

Just as Eleven was deeply reflecting on his actions, a sense of foreboding suddenly overwhelmed him, causing him to stop abruptly. Laxus, standing beside him, seemed to sense something as well, and his magic instantly coalesced.

However, their reaction was a beat too slow; before they could make any move, the space around them suddenly distorted.

The next second, the two suddenly realized that the scenery around them had been completely changed.

Slap slap slap

A clapping sound came from above.

"Welcome to my territory, Elizabeth, Lord of Shadows, and Lalako... Uh, is that really your name? That's disgusting."

Eleven quickly stopped Laxus from exploding and looked up at the reckless voice.

The first thing that catches the eye is a golden throne, so dazzling it makes one dizzy. On the throne, a plump middle-aged man sits languidly.

The man seemed completely unconcerned that his words had offended the Laxus bigwig, and continued with his own topic.

"Well, your names don't really matter. The fact that you two survived Master Bluenote shows you have some skill. I like capable people, so I've decided to give you a chance to join my guild, the Rakshasa Evil Spirits!"

Eleven: [_] Joined the Rakshasa Evil Spirits???

Eleven had been so focused on admiring the glittering throne and stopping Laxus from going mad that he only snapped out of his daze after hearing the man's words, and looked around blankly.

Sure enough, a large group of unfamiliar dark mages were eyeing them menacingly; their uniform attire clearly indicated they belonged to the same faction.

Eleven subtly released his Spiritual Power to scan the area, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

This is actually the main base of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits camp!

The golden-haired man in front of me was actually...

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Guild leader of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits!

Eleven and Laxus were clearly Teleportation here by this golden-haired man using some kind of spatial magic, and his purpose was to recruit them into the guild!

Are you sick?! ╰╯

This is a battlefield! How can you have so much free time when you're fighting? You're still recruiting for your guild!

Eleven genuinely hadn't expected that he and Laxus, these two nobodys, would be poached so openly. Although they'd made quite a fuss, it wasn't enough to affect the course of the battle. Shouldn't a powerful figure like himself, a battlefield commander, be focused on more important matters?

Are they really just bored out of their minds and don't know what else to do?