Phantom Lord's Four

The roots of the Parasol Tree extend from the manor underground all the way to the guild's underground.

Those thick roots, like golden snakes, snaked through the soil, across the foundation, around the pipes, and meandered along the most hidden crevices.

When they reached directly beneath the guild, they suddenly burst forth from the ground, their roots coiling and entwining on the floor, emitting a soft, warm light.

Everyone in the guild could feel a gentle life energy seeping into their bodies, rising from the soles of their feet like hot spring water, flowing through their meridians to their limbs and bones.

The fatigue vanished completely, and even the lingering pain from the old injury subsided somewhat.

"What is this? I feel so much lighter."

Some people moved their arms in surprise and clenched their fists in disbelief.

Riyao reached out and stroked the Parasol Tree that had sprouted beside him. His fingertips touched the golden bark and felt a warm sensation, as if he were feeling the pulse of a living thing.

"This is my family's Parasol Tree. Go ahead and hit it; it will heal your injuries."

The guild members' morale soared, and their cheers shook the dust off the roof.

"Wow! That's amazing! With this, what are we afraid of!"

"Fine, let's fight! Who's afraid of who!"

Mirajane received the Satan Soul, and she swept Riyao up in a princess carry, her silver and pink hair intertwining in the wind, her wings flapping wildly as she soared into the air.

"Let's go to their headquarters!"

Riyao said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Mirajane's neck like a lazy cat, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about going on a picnic.

"Yes, let's wipe out that old devil Jose together."

Natsu, not to be outdone, flamed his fists and shouted at Happy, "Happy, let's destroy Jupiter!"

Happy flapped his wings and flew over, looking excited. "Aye!"

Gray and Elfman, not to be outdone, charged forward together.

Erza wanted to go too, but she had just held off Jupiter for a short while, and it still consumed a lot of her magic power.

She clenched her fist, feeling the dwindling magic power within her, gritted her teeth, and ultimately decided to stay and protect the guild.

Cana took out a deck of cards; the cards were made of high-quality materials, and the swirling pattern on the back of the cards shimmered in the sunlight.

These are exclusive cards created by Gildarts in collaboration with Riyao, each one possessing terrifying destructive power.

Lisanna also received the Animal Soul; two cat ears sprouted from her short white hair, and her body became light and agile, ready to face the battle.

Lucy reached for her waist and realized she had lost her keys. Her expression changed, and she turned and ran to find them.

Loke stood in the corner, thoughtfully watching Lucy's departing figure, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Levy and the other two also came out to meet the battle. Jet and Troy gripped their weapons without their hands trembling at all.

Levy pushed up her glasses, her short blue hair swaying gently in the wind, the magic pen already in her hand.

In the guild's ward, Makarov also began preparing to confront Jose.

The short body jumped off the hospital bed, stretched his shoulders, which were still a little stiff, but the anger in his eyes was enough to burn through steel.

Ur sat by the window with his legs crossed, his wooden body leaning against the window frame. He watched the figures rushing out to fight outside, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

She thought to herself that bringing Gray to the West was the right decision; the boy had found his true family here.

"Chairman Makarov, your children are truly remarkable."

Makarov puffed out his chest, his beard bristling proudly.

"Those are all children I've watched grow up."

As he spoke, his pride was palpable, and tears welled in his cloudy old eyes.

Riyao and Mirajane charged straight into the Phantom Lord Guild, their magical power, one a demon and the other a Celestial Spirit, made no attempt to conceal it, crashing into the enemy ranks like two shooting stars.

The black magic and pale gold Celestial Spirit power intertwined, creating a terrifying sense of oppression that made the henchmen unable to even lift their heads, and their knees involuntarily bent.

"Phantom Lord scum, are you ready?"

Mirajane's voice, carrying a demonic echo, reverberated through the corridor.

"I really don't understand the point of you joining Phantom Lord."

Riyao had his hands in his pockets, speaking casually, but his golden pupils were as cold as two blocks of ice.

The two worked together to take down all the henchmen. Mirajane's claws slashed, and Riyao's fists slammed out, one on the left and one on the right, like two sophisticated fighting machines.

We can't kill them yet, at least not now. They're still the Guild of Light; killing them would change their nature.

Riyao laughed out loud when he thought about the landing point of the Deflection rays.

Mirajane looked over, a hint of curiosity in her crimson eyes, wondering what Riyao was laughing about.

Riyao shook his head, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"Nothing, just remembered something happy."

Natsu successfully destroyed Jupiter's core; a massive explosion erupted from the fortress, sending flames soaring into the sky.

Jose, in a frenzy, activated Purgatory Shatter, causing the entire fortress to tremble violently as magic surged from its core.

The Fairy Tail members, who were initially delighted by the destruction of Jupiter, froze on their faces the moment they saw the earthen-yellow magic circle appear.

The magic circle was enormous, covering the entire sky, like a giant symbol of death drawn on the heavens.

Levy recognized her, pushed up her glasses, and her voice trembled.

"This is the Purgatory Shatter! Its scale is enough to level the entire Magnolia!"

Macao gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Are they crazy? This could kill a lot of people!"

Wakaba was smoking a pipe, and he didn't even notice that the tobacco in the pipe had gone out.

Aren't they afraid of Magic Council afterward?

Erza's face was pale, her reddish-brown eyes filled with anger and disbelief.

"What a bunch of lunatics."

Makarov stepped out, his short body standing at the guild entrance, hands behind his back, looking up at the huge magic circle in the sky. His cloudy old eyes held no fear, only anger.

"I trust Riyao and the others; I'm going to settle accounts with that scumbag Jose too."

The guild members cheered when they saw Makarov appear.

"The president is alright!"

"Great! The student council president is back!"

Riyao and Mirajane fought their way up the corridor, where more and more enemies appeared, but none of them could stop them for even a second.

Claws and fists struck alternately, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Until they encountered Aria, the leader of the Element 4.

The man in the white robe stood at the end of the corridor, arms outstretched, radiating a dark purple magical aura, his face bearing a compassionate expression.

"This is so sad."

Riyao looked at Aria with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man; his golden pupils were devoid of warmth, filled only with icy killing intent. This was the first time since his transmigration that he had harbored murderous intent.

If we could just keep the information about the future out of the box, the old man wouldn't have had to suffer like this.

This Aria is the one who plotted against Makarov.

Riyao raised his hand, and an invisible force surged from his palm, like a giant hand, directly pulling Aria towards him.

Aria's body Riyao; the dark purple magic had no effect on gravity.

Riyao grabbed his neck, his fingers tightening, and Aria's face instantly turned red, his feet kicking wildly off the ground.

Then Riyao's other fist slammed into his stomach, directly shattering most of Aria's life force, and the dark purple magic dissipated from his body like smoke.

[Enchantment Magic: The Weight of Life]

A pale golden light enveloped Aria, whose body aged at a visible rate. His skin became dry and wrinkled, his hair turned from black to pale silver, and his eye sockets became sunken. He looked as if he had aged fifty years in an instant.

Aria's hair had turned completely white. He collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up, his mouth opening and closing, making indistinct sounds.

After finishing the game, Riyao tossed it aside like a dead dog, not even glancing at it twice.

The two continued onward, heading towards the top floor where Jose was.

At the same time.

Gray met Juvia.

The woman with long blue hair stood in the corridor, soaked to the bone. The rain seemed to stop for a moment when she saw Gray.

Natsu also faced off against Gajeel.

When Iron Dragon saw Natsu, its iron scales automatically covered its entire body, and a warlike smile curled at the corner of its mouth.

But his back was still aching slightly. Although his memory of being beaten by Mirajane last night was blurry, the pain in his body still lingered.

Elfman could absorb the Beast King Soul completely, directly attacked Sol. The huge beast's body punched Sol away, sending him flying through three walls.

He was clearing out the henchmen, each punch carrying the brute force of a wild beast.

The Phantom Lord Guild has a lot of grunts, swarming out from every corner like cockroaches, but its top-tier combatants are pitifully few.

Three of the Element 4 have already fallen, and Juvia, the remaining one, won't last much longer.