Jellal?

Riyao carried the guild members he saw back to the guild courtyard one by one, like carrying sacks, casually tossing them onto the grass and dusting off his hands.

We'll stop treating them for now, lest they run off and fall into traps, ruining themselves in the process.

Levy released the spell's restrictions, ran out of the guild, pushed up her glasses, put her hands on her hips, and solemnly gave him instructions.

"Listen up, Natsu and Gajeel, you two need to split up and not get caught in Freed's spells at the same time to fight each other, understand?"

Natsu and Gajeel exchanged a glance, snorted at each other in disdain, and then ran off in different directions.

Makarov had also wanted to go out; his short figure had just taken a step out the door.

"Stop!"

An aged yet powerful voice came from outside the door. Porlyusica in, leaning on a broom, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes wide like copper bells.

Seeing that Makarov was unharmed, she grabbed a broom and started hitting him on the head without saying a word.

"You old bastard! You're not a kid anymore, and you still want to go out and fight with children! How many bolts of lightning can your old bones withstand?!"

Makarov scurried away, his small body dodging and weaving in the courtyard, the broom whistling behind him, each blow grazing his scalp.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Give me some face!"

He ran and shouted, his white beard blowing wildly in the wind.

Riyao brought back the last batch of injured guild members, who squatted in the corner of the courtyard watching the commotion, their hands supporting their chins, their eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

"Haha... Grandma Porlyusica, don't let the old man off the hook! He's been cricketing at you a lot!"

As Porlyusica chased Makarov past Riyao, a glimpse of his green hair and the pair of winding dragon horns on his head caught her eye. She paused, and immediately turned her broom around.

"And you brat!"

Porlyusica was furious and swung the broom at Riyao's head.

"What kind of dye is that?! How can it look good?! And with those two horns on top, who do you think you are?!"

Riyao dodged a broom by the side, then took off running, chasing Makarov all over the courtyard.

"This wasn't dyed!"

Riyao argued as he ran.

"This is Life Mimicry Azure Dragon Form, isn't it cool!"

Porlyusica wouldn't listen at all, wielding her broom with ferocious speed, chasing the old woman and the child around the courtyard in a chaotic mess.

Seeing that the broom was about to hit his head again, Riyao quickly dashed out of the courtyard gate and ran outside, waving back as he went.

"I'll treat them again when I get back. Bye-bye!"

The guild members lying in the courtyard stared resentfully at Riyao's departing figure, their eyes filled with the unspoken message, "We don't want him to heal us."

They cried out in anguish, "Grandma Porlyusica, please save the child!"

"We don't want to be ruined by Riyao!"

"He's a devil! He even drew a turtle on my face when he treated me last time!"

Porlyusica turned around, slammed his broom on the ground, and gave each of them a broom-wielding blow.

"Get out! You filthy human!!"

The guild members then remembered that Granny Porlyusica hated humans, and one by one they shed sad tears, feeling even more Despair.

A battle broke out in the church located in the center of Magnolia.

Mystogan vs. Laxus.

Mystogan, wrapped in a thick cloak, waved his staff, unleashing layers of magic circles, activating magical items of various attributes one after another.

Laxus, crackling with lightning, used his brute strength and power to withstand all attacks while simultaneously launching an attack on Mystogan.

The two fought back and forth, surprisingly evenly matched.

Mystogan has no source of magic power, yet he managed to fight Laxus to this extent using only magical items. If he had a source of magic power, he would be unstoppable.

Okay, Jellal, being a clone, does indeed ascend to the heavens every day using Heavenly Body Magic, and now half of his soul has also truly ascended.

The battle between Mystogan and Laxus was so loud that it attracted Natsu and Erza.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mystogan, Laxus struck him precisely in the face with a bolt of lightning.

The mask shattered, fragments scattered, revealing a face identical to Jellal's.

Erza and Natsu both stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

Erza's mind was buzzing, a flurry of thoughts flashing through her mind. She instinctively gripped her sword tighter, her voice trembling slightly.

"Jellal?!"

She even suspected it might be another Thought Projection of Jellal's longing, after all, that man had come up with far too many tricks.

Natsu wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air hard. It smelled similar to Jellal's, but also different.

"No, it's not Jellal, the taste is different."

Natsu shook his head, his tone resolute.

Mystogan tugged at his cloak, covering his face with the tattered fragments of his mask, revealing only a pair of weary eyes. His voice was low and calm.

"I'm not the Jellal you know."

After saying that, he turned and hurriedly left, his figure disappearing into the shadows outside the church.

The main purpose of my return was not to fight Laxus, but to replenish my potions. I didn't expect to run into this.

Erza took over the battle, a magic circle lit up beneath her feet, Requip Magic activated, a flash of white light.

She donned the Thunder Empress Armor and wielded the Thunder Empress Spear; the surface of the armor was shrouded in pale purple lightning patterns.

Laxus glanced at her armor, snorted coldly, and a disdainful smile played on his lips.

"Thunder Empress Armor? What's the use of that? So what if it blocks my attacks? If you can't win, you can't win."

Erza gripped the Thunder Empress Spear tightly, pointing the tip at Laxus. She channeled her magic into it, and a beam of lightning shot out from the spear tip, heading straight for Laxus's face.

"The Thunder Empress Armor is not just capable of blocking lightning."

Laxus stood motionless, letting the lightning beams strike him, crackling and popping around him.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing all the lightning as if it were water. He licked his lips and let out a satisfied burp.

Natsu's eyes widened, and he even forgot to maintain the flames on his fist.

"You're Dragon Slayer too?!"

Laxus spread his arms wide, lightning crackling wildly across his body, and laughed arrogantly.

"Haha! I am Lightning Dragon Slayer Mage! But unlike you, I wasn't taught by some dragon; I'm Second Generation Dragon Slayer implanted with Dragon Slayer Lacrima!"

He patted his chest, his tone arrogant.

"Unlike you creatures raised by dragons, my power is a gift from science!"

Erza gritted her teeth. The Thunder Empress Armor only resists electricity; other armors don't protect against electric shocks, and metal armor is also conductive.

She has very few options right now, and she's also used up a lot of her magic power in the fight with Freed.

She took a deep breath and made a decisive decision.

"Natsu, I'm leaving this to you. I'm going to deal with the Thunder Palace!"

Natsu clenched his fists, brought them together, and flames shot out from between his fingers, engulfing his fists in a raging fire. He grinned, revealing his row of sharp teeth.

へ(゜∇,°)へ

"Oh! Leave it to me!"