Azure Lightning Dragon Mode

Laxus devoured all the blue lightning.

His original golden lightning was stained blue.

His injuries were completely healed, and his magic power was restored.

He stood up, and the golden lightning completely turned blue.

Crackle, crackle.

Azure arcs of electricity danced around him. Unlike the previous violent golden lightning, the azure lightning was more restrained, but each arc of electricity exuded an even more terrifying power.

The air was ionized, emitting a low hum, and the surrounding leaves trembled from the aftershocks of the electric arc.

Azuma's eyes lit up, and he couldn't suppress the smile playing on his lips.

"Great, this will allow me to play more freely."

He crossed his arms, radiating pure excitement.

The man before him exuded a magical aura that was several levels stronger than before, and the oppressive feeling made his blood boil.

Laxus looked up.

His eyes sparkled with wisps of blue lightning, and the depths of his pupils shimmered with the light of thunder.

He didn't speak, but just stared at Azuma with his electrifying eyes.

Sizzle!

A streak of blue electricity shot out from Laxus, leaving a blinding trail in the air.

The next second, Azuma collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It wasn't that he wanted to lie down; Laxus was already above him.

With a tomahawk-style downward kick, his right leg rose high, crackling with blue lightning, and slashed down fiercely from above.

[Azure Lightning Dragon's Battle Axe]

Boom!

His heel slammed into Azuma's back, causing a burst of blue lightning that blasted a circular crater in the ground.

Gravel and dirt were blasted everywhere, and Azuma was pinned to the ground.

Countless wooden swords shot out from the tree trunks, hurtling towards Laxus with a whooshing sound.

Laxus didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated backward, the wooden sword grazing past the hem of his clothes.

Azuma seized the opportunity to get up from the ground, swayed, and rushed towards the nearest tree trunk, trying to blend into the tree and hide again.

He took a step, then froze.

Laxus stood still, his right hand raised above his head.

Azure lightning condensed wildly in his palm, growing larger and brighter until it finally solidified into a massive halberd.

The halberd's body was made of pure blue lightning, with arcs of electricity dancing on the blade and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

[Azure Thunder Dragon - Halberd]

By the time Azuma saw it, it was too late.

Laxus hurled his halberd with a sudden thud.

Boom!!

The azure lightning halberd tore through the air, leaving a blinding azure trail, and struck Azuma squarely in the body.

Lightning exploded, and a bluish-green light dyed the entire forest the same color.

The force of the halberd piercing through Azuma's body sent him flying, his body tumbling several times in the air before crashing into three large trees before finally coming to a stop.

"Ahh!"

Azuma let out a scream as half of his body was charred black, his skin carbonized by the lightning, emitting a burnt smell.

His left hand was almost impossible to lift; his fingers were twitching uncontrollably.

But he did not fall.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and unleashed a torrent of magic.

The surrounding trees all went berserk.

The tree trunks were twisted, the roots were pulled out of the soil, and the branches grew wildly, making the whole forest seem to come alive.

Countless vines, wooden swords, and tree roots surged towards Laxus from all directions, blotting out the sky and blocking out even the sunlight.

Laxus weaved through the gaps in the attacks.

He transformed into a streak of blue lightning, moving at an incredible speed.

Each time it flashed, it left behind only a gradually fading blue afterimage.

Vines entangled the afterimage, the wooden sword pierced through it, and tree roots smashed it, but never once did they touch the real him.

Taking advantage of Laxus's moment of distraction, Azuma merged his body into the trunk of a large tree, disappearing completely within it.

Laxus stopped and looked around.

The surrounding area was full of trees, dozens of towering trees crowded together, each one possibly hiding Azuma.

He couldn't sense the other's presence; Azuma's magical energy had completely merged into the trees, becoming one with the entire forest.

Laxus was in a bad mood.

He frowned, then suddenly spoke, as if addressing someone.

"Hey, can't you force him to come out?"

The air fell silent for a second.

Azuma was ejected from the tree trunk, tumbled in the air, and staggered to the ground.

The astonishment on his face was so obvious, his pupils were reduced to pinpoints, he had no idea how he had been caught.

Laxus's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't give Azuma time to react.

[Dragon Slayer Secret Art Technique: Thunderclap]

He gathered the ultimate magical power in his right fist, and the blue lightning was compressed wildly, making the light on his fist dazzling.

The electric arc crackled and popped, the sound growing increasingly shrill, transforming from a buzzing hum into a piercing scream, as if a thousand birds were chirping on his fist.

He threw a punch.

Boom!!

The fist slammed into Azuma's chest, and violent blue lightning exploded on his body.

Lightning raged, and the shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, snapping more than a dozen large trees in half. Wood chips and gravel were swept into the sky by the blast wave, and the entire forest was shaking violently.

Azuma's body was blasted away, crashing through rows of trees.

Finally, he fell into a pile of rubble, his body charred black, with many parts carbonized, and emitting a burnt smell.

His eyes rolled back, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body twitched twice, and then he became completely still.

Laxus didn't even glance at it.

He withdrew his fist, flicked the arc of electricity off his wrist, and turned to walk out of the woods.

The blue lightning around him gradually subsided, but the electric light in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

The scenery on the beach was completely different from what we had just seen.

The once smooth beach is now full of potholes, with huge cracks and depressions everywhere.

Seawater poured into the crack, churning up mud and sand, making it extremely murky.

Most of the rocks on the shore were broken, and the pebbles were scattered all over the ground.

Makarov was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but his back remained ramrod straight.

"Gildarts, you idiot!"

He roared, and his voice echoed across the beach.

Gildarts stood opposite him, a sheepish grin on his face, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"I don't want to either, President. But my body just won't cooperate..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body involuntarily threw a punch at Makarov.

Makarov quickly dodged to the side, the fist grazing his shoulder, the wind from the punch making his cloak flutter loudly.

Boom!

The force of the punch landed on the ground behind him, and the sand instantly cracked.

The entire beach looked like it had been cut into countless pieces of tofu, with square cracks spreading out densely.

Precht, the guild leader of the Grimoire Heart, sat leisurely on a large rock on the shore, his hands crossed on his knees.

"Makarov, this is the power of Lost Magic! Magic that points directly to the very essence of magic."

His voice carried a condescending sense of satisfaction, as if he were watching a meticulously arranged performance.

Behind him, Hughes Carl fiddled with the cursed doll in his hand.

The doll had a single orange-red hair tied up in its head; that was Gildarts's hair.

Hughes's fingers traced patterns on the doll's body, controlling Gildarts's every movement.

"Charge them!"

Hughes pressed down with his finger, and Gildarts, out of control, charged toward Makarov again.

Ultear stood behind the two, her eyes fixed on the cursed doll.

Her expression was calm, but there was something unspeakable hidden deep in her eyes.

Precht turned to look at Ultear.

"Ultear, go find Zeref for me."

Ultear did not answer immediately, a smile playing on her lips.

"I also want to see how the Fairy Tail guild master dies."

Her tone was light and casual, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Precht looked back at the disheveled Makarov, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Today, the fairy is destined to fall."

Is that so?

Ultear responded softly, her expression unreadable.

Her gaze shifted from Precht to the cursed doll in Hughes's hand, a flicker of light in her eyes.

Precht was oblivious to Ultear's unusual behavior; his entire attention was focused on Makarov, and he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

Makarov once again dodged Gildarts's attack and retreated behind a reef.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a medicine bottle.

The bottle wasn't large, and the liquid inside had a faint emerald green glow; it was something Riyao had given him before.

"That kid said he'd use it in a crucial moment..."

He uncorked the medicine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the liquid entered my throat, a burning sensation exploded from my stomach and surged through my blood vessels throughout my body.

Makarov felt a burning heat throughout his body, his bones were cracking, his muscles were contracting and expanding, and wisps of white smoke were rising from his skin, which quickly turned into a thick fog that enveloped him.

Gildarts punched away the smoke.

The force of the punch dispersed the white smoke, revealing the figures inside.

Makarov leaped out of the smoke and landed on a rock.

Precht's eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up from the rock, his composure and calmness vanishing instantly.

"How is this possible?!"

Makarov looks much younger now.

His once wrinkled skin became firm, his hunched back straightened, and he even seemed to have grown taller.

The most outrageous thing is the hair; the top of the head, which was originally so bald it was almost shiny, is now very thick and swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

His physical condition has recovered to its peak.

Ultear seized the opportunity and naturally extended her hand toward the Hughes.

"Hughes, give me the doll, let me have it."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Hughes was still peeking at Makarov's changes when Ultear called out to him, and he instinctively handed over the cursed doll.

Precht was still in shock, staring wide-eyed at the younger Makarov, his lips trembling slightly, completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

His attention was completely drawn to Makarov, and only one thought remained in his mind.

If I could get this...