Pitch-Black Sun

When the narrator Chapati heard this constellation, he looked completely bewildered, and his wig almost slipped off his head.

He quickly reached out and pressed it down, a few strands of hair peeking out from between his fingers.

"Fairy Constellation, Celestial Spirit I've never heard of! It seems there are more than eighty-eight Celestial Spirit constellations! Mr. Yajima, have you ever heard of this constellation?"

Yajima coughed, put his fist to his mouth, and coughed twice, his wrinkles crinkling into a deep knot.

"This constellation, well, it's a man-made constellation. You'll understand more as you read on."

[Life Mimicry - Celestial Spirit]

The pink-haired Riyao shines brightly!

He leaped out of the portal, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily.

He also held a giant sword in his hand, the blade taller than a man, resting on his shoulder with one hand. The blade reflected the dim light of the Pandemonium, shining brightly.

When Lucy saw this, her mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a fist, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at the light screen.

"How did he steal the Celestial Spirit King's sword?! And how did it become such a perfect size?"

Lucy) covered her mouth and chuckled, her shoulders shaking as she covered her mouth with her fingers, letting out soft chuckles through the gaps.

"Jamie Jamie~"

"Don't try to imitate Gemini now, okay?"

The audience looked at the pink-haired Riyao with thoughtful expressions.

All eyes turned to the stands of the Fairy Tail Elite Team.

They all turned away, unwilling to face reality, their backs to the audience, their heads bowed low.

There was a sign in the stands.

The commentator Chapati, took out his binoculars and looked inside. The telescope tube was very long. He squinted one eye and put it close to the lens.

"I (crossed out) this Celestial Spirit have gone back to work in the Celestial Spirit World. Don't worry about me."

The Pumpkin Toma were dumbfounded; their large orange heads stood frozen, their mouths agape, unable to close for a long time.

You're quite meticulous.

The commentator Chapati, took off his wig and wiped his sweat. When the wig was removed, his head was completely bald, and it flashed with light.

He smeared a wig around his forehead, then put it back on, not even noticing that the wig was crooked.

"This situation is quite unexpected, Mr. Yajima and Mr. Lahar, what are your thoughts on this?"

Lahar adjusted his glasses, pushing the frames with his fingers. The lenses reflected light, obscuring his expression.

"Regarding whether the Riyao is Celestial Spirit, the Celestial Spirit Mages on the Magic Council have already confirmed that there is indeed Fairy Constellation in the Celestial Spirit World that exists independently of the eighty-eight constellations."

Yajima squinted at the light screen, touched his chin with his fingers, and had an inscrutable smile on his lips.

"If the Riyao appears as Celestial Spirit, then it should be considered Mirajane's own ability. However, the specifics will be decided by the referee panel."

Riyao brandished his greatsword, spinning rapidly as the blade sliced through the air, creating a whooshing sound.

"One strike! Ninety-nine!"

The Celestial Spirit King's greatsword easily sliced through the monster's defenses. Wherever the blade passed, the monster's tough skin cracked open, and dark red light emanated from the wound.

One cut, one kill; clean and efficient.

When Orga saw that Riyao was holding an iron sword, a smirk appeared on his face, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

[Roar of the Thunder God]

A black beam of lightning struck the Riyao, crackling and popping in the air, leaving a charred mark on the ground wherever it passed.

The beam of light was thick enough to swallow a person whole, and it crushed down with destructive force.

Riyao raised his hand, and an earth-yellow magic circle unfolded in his palm, its lines rotating in circles.

[Deflection]

The air distorted, and the trajectory of the lightning was abruptly bent, turning ninety degrees before hurtling straight toward Hibiki.

Xiang's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide; he had no time to defend himself.

"Wow, Mr. Riyao, you've gone too far!!"

Xiang was blasted out of the Pandemonium, his entire body enveloped in lightning as he flew through the air, tracing an arc. Black smoke billowed from his clothes, and his hair stood on end.

"Oh dear, I'll treat you in a bit."

Riyao waved his hand with a smile, his palm waving twice in the air, his expression utterly innocent.

Orga snorted coldly, exhaled a breath from his nose, and the muscles on his face twitched twice.

"In the face of absolute power, all efforts are in vain!"

Orga began attacking the three Fairy Tail, lightning erupting from both hands simultaneously, striking Erza, Mirajane, and Riyao with electric current.

Jura, not wanting to miss out on trouble, joined in, walking at a leisurely pace, his hands behind his back, a simple and honest smile on his face.

"I'm sure you won't mind having one more person."

Nobarly, one of the Quatro Cerberus, stood trembling between the two sides, his legs shaking uncontrollably, his knees clattering against each other.

Millianna noticed his embarrassment, a smirk playing on her lips. She slightly bent her knees, gathering magic beneath her feet.

[Cat Flying Kick]

With a single kick, he sent Nobali flying out of the Pandemonium. His toe landed precisely on Nobarly's buttocks, the force just right—not enough to hurt him, but enough to send him flying.

"I will be back, Wild!"

Nobarly's voice came from the air, growing farther and farther away, until it finally disappeared outside the arena.

Mirajane came to Riyao's side, puffing out her cheeks like two little buns, pouting, and poked Riyao's chest with her hand.

"You promised to let me have a good fight."

"Alright, alright, let's begin."

Riyao smiled indulgently, the corners of his mouth curving upwards. He reached out and ruffled Mirajane's hair, rubbing his palm against the top of her head twice.

[Star Dress - Fairy Constellation]

Mirajane was enveloped in starlight, and starlight appeared on the surface of her dark scales, the light dancing on the scales, one by one lighting up, covering the entire surface of her scales.

A ribbon of starlight crisscrossed her shoulders and waist, half clinging to her body and rising and falling gently with her breath, while the other half unfurled in the wind, swaying behind her, its edges shimmering with a faint pink halo.

The combined magical power was astonishing, and its overwhelming force pressed down on everyone present.

The air seemed compressed, so heavy it was hard to breathe.

The magical beasts in the Pandemonium roared uneasily, and several D-rank magical beasts lay down on the ground, trembling.

Erza glanced at Mirajane, a slight smile playing on her lips, and nodded.

She flew into the distance to continue fighting monsters, her Heaven's Wheel Armor drawing a silver trail in the air.

"I'm leaving this place to you!"

"Um."

Mirajane's voice became ethereal, with a quality that seemed otherworldly; each word was both distant and clear, piercing directly into the eardrums.

On the commentary stage, Chapati went wild, just like Jason. His wig flew off his head, rolled twice on the table, but he didn't have time to pick it up. He braced himself on the table with both hands, his face almost touching the microphone.

"This is shocking! I thought Riyao was just a pseudo- Celestial Spirit, but I never imagined Mirajane could actually use Star Dress like Lucy! Star Dress combined with Satan Soul, this is simply unprecedented!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers, screams, and applause, shaking the ground.

At this moment, Mirajane appeared both alluring and divine. The ferocity of the Satan Soul and the holiness of the Star Dress coexisted on her. Starlight shimmered on her black scales, and silver ribbons fluttered behind her.

She raised her arm, and a black and yellow magic circle unfolded in her palm. The two magic circles overlapped, with the inner circle rotating and the outer circle rotating in the opposite direction, and the magical patterns intertwined to form a complex design.

[The Pitch-Black Sun]

A black dot, no bigger than a pinhead, appeared in the palm of my hand, and then began to frantically attract surrounding clods of earth, pebbles, tiles, and fragments of broken stone pillars from all directions, gathering together to form a sphere.

The inky flames burned, the black flames licking the surface of the sphere, constantly compressing it; the smaller the volume, the more terrifying the density.

A black sun the size of a basketball slowly rose and hovered above her palm.

As the attraction intensified, the pebbles on the ground began to float up, pulled towards the black sphere, only to be swallowed up by the dark flames and vanish into nothingness upon approaching.

The light Pandemonium was drawn towards the black sphere, plunging the entire space into darkness.

It seemed to want to devour everything completely.