Weakness-Specific Soldiers

Heavy, rhythmic metallic footsteps echoed through the streets of Magnolia.

A strangely dressed mage led soldiers into Magnolia.

The guy was wearing a strange, exotic robe, his head was round like a metal ball, and gears and shafts could be vaguely seen creaking at the joints of his limbs. He had a comical but stiff smile on his face.

This is precisely the puppet manipulated by the Judge— Wahl Icht.

Its appearance immediately instilled a strong sense of pressure in the members of Fairy Tail.

The red magic crystals in the puppet's eyes suddenly lit up, and a cold, mechanical buzzing sound swept across the entire main road.

[Weakness Analysis]

By analyzing the weaknesses of all Fairy Tail members, targeted weakness-effect soldiers were generated, making it impossible for anyone to defeat them for a while.

Accompanied by the screeching sound of mechanical gears spinning wildly, dozens of metal soldiers of various shapes rose from the ground.

"What is this thing?!"

"Holy crap, this won't break!"

Elfman's Beast King Iron Fist slammed into the sticky golem, but it was like smashing into a lump of mud; the immense force was instantly dissipated, enraging him so much that he roared loudly.

"Be careful, it's a puppet. Attack the one controlling it from behind!"

Bickslow threw out five puppets, attempting to bypass the defenses and directly attack Wahl's puppets, but the anti-spirit puppets that appeared out of nowhere shattered their masks with a single blow.

Inside the guild's basement, Mavis could see the entire battle unfold through the holographic projection of the magic radar.

Mavis frowned and thought for a moment, then immediately offered a solution.

A clear, crisp voice rang in everyone's ears via the reading network.

"All members should avoid fighting the puppets that target them; instead, switch opponents with other members."

All the members immediately understood and switched opponents with their teammates, successfully regaining the advantage.

Gray strode in front of Elfman, the icy chill instantly freezing the sticky mass into a brittle ice block, Elfman then shattered with a backhand slap.

Elfman charged toward the fire armor soldier opposite Gray, his massive body delivering a savage slam, using pure physical brute force to smash the fire armor soldier into pieces mid-air!

Above this chaotic battle, Mirajane, in charge of guerrilla warfare, approached the puppet controlled by Wahl.

She stood gracefully on the edge of the eaves, a gentle breeze ruffling her long, snow-white hair, her deep eyes slightly narrowed.

"The first one, this doesn't seem to be one of the Spriggan 12, could it also be a puppet?"

"Possibly. We need to be careful. Also, puppets usually have a self-destruct function. We should try to take them out of the city and deal with them."

Mavis only thought for a moment before immediately answering Mirajane's question.

In the guild hall, Makarov scratched his head. He had spent the entire year in the Alvarez Empire and had not obtained any intelligence.

The old man sighed with a face full of self-reproach, his beard drooping down.

It wasn't that he didn't want to gather intelligence, but being confined to a certain area made it impossible for him to do so.

"It's all my fault for being incompetent; I failed to bring back any useful intelligence."

"That thing shows no signs of life, do you need help, darling?" Riyao's voice rang out.

The blond youth's voice lazily popped into the voice chat channel, as if he were peeling some nuts in his hand, his tone as casual as if he were asking if I wanted to pick up a bag of oranges.

"No way! Don't steal my kill!" Mirajane snorted twice.

A slight smile played on his lips, and his body suddenly erupted with terrifyingly dark demonic flames!

[Receive - Satan Soul - Ezel]

The raging dark magic collapsed violently in mid-air, and Mirajane's figure instantly mutated.

In Mirajane's Satan Soul form, his claws became incredibly long, gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

The demonic afterimage ripped through the night sky, moving so fast that it even tore a white streak through the air!

Before the other party could react, he kicked them high into the air.

With a swing of its claws, countless invisible slashes poured out like a torrential rain.

A black claw-like shadow swept across the night sky, weaving an impenetrable web of death. Metal gears, bearings, and casings shattered inch by inch in the relentless cutting!

Damn it!

The remaining metal core emitted a piercing alarm in mid-air, and as expected, the puppet burst into a burst of intense light.

The red light rapidly expanded into a giant sphere of light!

Boom!

The violent explosion reverberated throughout Magnolia, shattering windows and causing everyone to experience ringing in their ears.

Thick smoke exploded into a dazzling mushroom cloud high in the sky, and the violent blast wave completely dispersed the surrounding clouds.

Mirajane retracted his claws, reverting to his normal Satan form. He lightly tossed his hair, a smug smile on his face.

Her exquisitely beautiful face was full of ease and contentment; she even hummed to Riyao in the voice chat channel.

"Easy and effortless."

"My sister is so strong!"

Lisanna rushed over and hugged Mirajane affectionately.

The short-haired girl transformed into an adorable cat, snuggling against Mirajane's arms, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

Mirajane chuckled and ruffled his younger sister's hair before turning his gaze to the thousands of Imperial regular soldiers remaining on the street below.

"Alright, now let's get rid of these small fry."

[Seilah Form]

Her long, silvery-white hair instantly transformed into jet-black demonic horns, and a dark and profound magical energy surged from her body, covering three entire city blocks below.

Mirajane jumped to a high place.

The cold and majestic voice was like an absolute oracle from the abyss.

I order you to commit suicide!

The sound was amplified by magic, resounding throughout Magnolia.

The invisible power of control instantly penetrated the nerve center of every soldier below, like a spider web.

Every soldier of the Alvarez Empire who heard the order raised his weapon and plunged it into his heart.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The sound of cold blades piercing flesh and armor echoed through the streets, and rows of enemy soldiers fell in pools of blood. The entire southern district's defenses were completely wiped out in just a few seconds.

Meanwhile, in the old town on the east side of the town, Erza heard the latest battle report and felt relieved, focusing on dealing with the enemies in front of her.

Erza's long, crimson hair whipped wildly in the night wind; Erza gripped two swords, her eyes as cold as knives.

Standing opposite her was a man dressed in a magnificent court robe, with black curly hair and an arrogant yet effeminate demeanor.

Neinhart, one of the Spriggan 12.

"Facing a former formidable foe, do you still dare to be distracted?"

Neinhart elegantly stroked the rose on his chest, a mocking sneer playing on his lips.

"Just an enemy I defeated once, a worthless piece of trash."

Erza snorted coldly, her longsword flashing with a chilling light as she looked up at the enemy before her.

A raging cloud of magical energy surged and coalesced behind Neinhart, conjuring phantoms of all the enemies who had appeared and those who had died.

This includes a series of enemies such as Kyoka, Hades, and Tempester, not all of whom Erza killed herself.

Everything that had ever appeared and existed in Erza's memories was created by Neinhart.