Oración Seis Ascendant

Rumble!!

A devastating artillery barrage descended from the sky, its terrifying power spreading outwards in concentric circles from the point of impact, leveling everything in its path.

Even Eleven and Laxus, who had already run far away, were startled by the sudden attack. They were spun around in the air several times by the strong wind that swept from behind before they could barely regain their footing.

Eleven stared blankly at the desolate land behind him, sinking into deep self-doubt.

Huh? What's going on?

It actually exploded?

Was it my fault?

Am I really that amazing? I was just saying that!

Have I awakened a new kind of magic? Can my words become law?

Ignoring Eleven, who was secretly pointing at himself and muttering about becoming handsome, Laxus looked seriously at the sky.

Beneath the white clouds, a jet-black magical airship silently hovered above two enormous dark magic circles. The airship exuded an even more sinister aura, and was inscribed with demonic symbols, clearly the emblem of some dark guild.

"This is... this is the Grimoire Heart! Damn it, why are they here?" The highest- Magic Council's ranks couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

They hadn't received any information about the appearance of the Grimoire Heart! If it were just dealing with the Rakshasa Evil Spirits and a bunch of ragtag troops, they wouldn't be in any danger. But if they had to deal with the Grimoire Heart, then their entire Magic Council might very well die here.

The Grimoire Heart is on a completely different level from ordinary dark guilds. Legend has it that their guild leader is the man in the world who is closest to the abyss of magic, a being comparable to the legendary dark mage Zeref.

It's just incredibly powerful!

Upon realizing this, the Magic Council commander broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly and frantically blew the magic horn tucked at his waist, signaling a retreat!

The moment the Grimoire Heart appeared, it annihilated almost all of the high-ranking members of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits with a single shot, and terrified the Magic Council's army so much that they dared not linger for even a moment longer, demonstrating its terrifying power.

Makarov, who was fighting Bluenote, stopped what he was doing and stared intently at the magic airship in the sky. He sensed a terrifying magical power emanating from the airship. This power felt vaguely familiar, yet it was also so evil and cold that he didn't want to touch it. Makarov couldn't recall anyone he knew possessing such nauseating magic.

Bluenote, seeing Makarov in a daze, was about to continue his attack when a hoarse voice suddenly reached his ears, "Alright, Bluenote, come back. Your mission is complete."

"Huh? President, I haven't had enough fun yet!" Bluenote glared at the air and retorted, drawing a puzzled look from Makarov.

"Come back! You're no match for Makarov. Do you want to die here?" The aged voice rang in Bluenote's mind again, this time with a much more serious tone and an unquestionable air.

Bluenote clenched his fist, but this time he didn't continue the provocation. He knew he was far from being a match for that powerful chairman. Perhaps it would be a few more years before he would truly have the right to negotiate with the chairman.

"Super Gravity Sphere!"

Bluenote didn't say anything harsh or run away. Instead, he unleashed a powerful attack on Makarov before leisurely sprinting towards the airship.

Makarov stared speechlessly at the Super Gravity Sphere that resembled a small black hole, forced to gather his magic power again for defense. "Why are young people these days so careless? If you want to run, just run! I'm not going to chase you. Why do you have to unleash such a powerful attack? It's making things difficult for this old man! They really need a good beating."

The moment Jupiter rained down from the sky, the entire battlefield descended into chaos. Some panicked, others were excited, but the most triumphant was the man behind the Dark Alliance. Brain couldn't contain his triumphant laughter as he slowly flew into the sky, arriving at the very center of the battlefield, where he was met with the gaze of everyone.

"Hahaha, the remnants of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits should stop resisting! The Rakshasa Evil Spirits are annihilated!"

Brain's declaration of victory caused a huge uproar. Although the dark mages fighting on the battlefield all saw the magic cannon descend from the sky, most of them did not know what the cannon was firing at. It was not until Brain stepped forward to announce it that they realized that the higher-ups of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits might have been affected.

The Rakshasa Evil Spirits mages panicked and rushed back to their base to see for themselves if their boss was really gone.

Sure enough, when these mages arrived at the center of the bombardment, they actually found a survivor: a glittering golden sphere containing a magnificent Golden Throne, upon which sat a middle-aged fat man who had wet himself in fear.

It must be said that the Golden Throne is an extremely high-quality defensive magical artifact, actually withstanding a cannon shot from Jupiter.

"Ah! It's the guild master! The guild master is still alive, that's wonderful!" The group of mages from the Rakshasa Evil Spirits cheered immediately.

However, the Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild Master, the center of attention, gleaming with golden light, felt no joy whatsoever. He was terrified, truly terrified out of his wits. When he took over the Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild from his father, no one had told him that battles between dark guilds could be so insane! Now, all he wanted was to leave this place as quickly as possible, return to the safe and secluded guild headquarters castle, and never come out again.

On the throne, the Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild Leader snapped his fingers tremblingly. The next second, he and the throne vanished from the spot, leaving behind a group of bewildered guild members staring at each other in despair.

This is the Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild Leader's own magic: Space Teleportation. It can Teleportation to any place he has been, or Teleportation a person he has targeted to his side. It is an extremely powerful magic, but unfortunately, he followed the wrong master.

Brain coldly watched the fleeing Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild Master, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. It was useless to escape anywhere; Bluenote had already revealed the location of their headquarters castle.

In the remote and secluded castle of Rakshasa Evil Spirits, Jin Shanshan was immediately surrounded by a group of strange-looking creatures as soon as she appeared.

These guys weren't just strange-looking; they were also incredibly powerful. His Golden Throne, which could withstand Jupiter's cannon fire, was easily destroyed by these oddballs.

"Sister, what should we do with this new toy?" a glamorous woman with two horns on her head asked seductively to another woman who looked like a demon.

"Let him tell us the location of their entire treasure vault, Seilah." The demon woman extended her claws, lifted Seilah's chin, and said in a lewd tone.

"Ugh! Why do we have to do such troublesome things? Why do we have to form an alliance with humans?" a monster of unknown origin shouted impatiently from the side.

"Hehe, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, they can cause us a lot of trouble right now. Just bear with it; it's all for the sake of opening the gates of the underworld as soon as possible."

"We've been in chaos for far too long!" Ignoring the fleeing Rakshasa Evil Spirits Guild Master, Brain continued his impassioned speech.

"It is precisely because of our chaos that Magic Council! It is precisely because of the lack of order that we are killing each other!"

We can't go on like this!

"From this day forward, we, the 'Oración Seis,' 'Grimoire Heart,' and 'Tartaros,' have forged a pact, forming the Balam Alliance to provide protection for all dark guilds in the world. We will no longer be a disorganized mess!"