The Twin Walls of Despair and the Twin Tails of Despair

The wind was blowing fiercely along the sea cliffs, carrying a strong smell of the sea and the damp, cold earth.

Riyao was leaning lazily against a weathered rock, chewing on some sweet grass root he'd somehow gotten his hands on, his eyelids drooping, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

But the next second, his gaze passed over the rolling morning mist and landed on several figures slowly walking towards him in the distance.

The grass root in his mouth fell to the ground with a thud.

His eyes widened slightly.

Is it these people? It doesn't seem like these people.

Fragments of memory began to churn wildly in Riyao's mind. In the original work, everyone who came to the Eastern battlefield was male. How did the plot veer off course like this?

What's Irene doing here?

That woman, wearing a wide-brimmed magic hat, a cloak, and with long, flowing crimson hair, seemed completely out of place on the eastern coastline.

Riyao's lips twitched violently twice as he looked at Warrod and the others standing in a row beside him, their bodies stiff as iron plates.

"Maybe we should run away; their lineup is pretty impressive."

Magic King - August

Scarlet Despair - Irene

Celestial - God Serena

The Twin Walls of Despair, with Ishgar's first twin tails.

This is hardly a vanguard battle; it's as if the Western Continent's most powerful weapon has been moved directly to the eastern gate of the Kingdom of Fiore.

Warrod and his companions felt as if they were sinking into a quagmire; this terrifying magic was rarely seen in the world.

Hyberion's back was already soaked with cold sweat, Wolfheim let out a suppressed, heavy groan, and Jura's bald head was covered in cold sweat.

Just as Your Majesty predicted, you have indeed appeared here.

August stared at the Riyao, his eyes full of wariness.

The old man leaned on his long, black magic staff, his gaze passing over the Four Heavenly Kings and landing directly on Riyao, his murky pupils filled with scrutiny.

Irene raised an eyebrow, showing great interest in the young man Zeref had mentioned.

She put one hand on her hip, sizing up Riyao, who was wearing a floral shirt and baggy shorts, a playful yet dangerous smile playing on her lips.

God Serena had a nonchalant attitude, his cockroach-like twin ponytails swaying back and forth.

He tucked his hands into his wide sleeves, held his chin high, and swaggered over with a comical pigeon-toed gait, shrugging his shoulders with every step.

The closer the three got, the stronger the sense of oppression became.

The rubble at the edge of the cliff defied gravity and floated in the air, only to be pulverized into fine gray powder by the intertwined magical pressure.

Warrod and his three companions began to consider retreating, feeling that this was a futile attempt to fight a losing battle.

"Is it alright to leave these four to me?"

God Serena wore a smug smile.

August; these were trivial matters to him, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

He and Irene walked up to Riyao, separating him from Warrod and the other three.

An invisible aura split the cliff in two like an insurmountable chasm. The Four Heavenly Kings were pushed back by this immense force and could not intervene at all.

Riyao scratched the back of his head, looking at the two monsters in front of him.

"Zeref sent the two of you to ambush me?"

"His Majesty didn't specifically instruct me; it's more that I'm curious about what kind of existence could arouse His Majesty's curiosity."

Irene's eyes lit up as she carefully examined Riyao, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Under the gaze of her supreme enhanced magical eye, the young man before her exuded an immense, almost supernatural, vitality.

Riyao clicked his tongue. He thought for a moment; he couldn't just watch these four get beaten up.

They're supposed to be the face of their own continent, after all. If they get completely thrashed by God Serena, they'll inevitably get a lecture from Makarov.

"One of you is observing my body, and the other is observing my magic. How about this, I'll go and fight that cockroach with twin tails?"

August hesitated for a moment, then silently stepped aside.

He had absolutely no liking for this kind of traitor.

If Zeref hadn't agreed to accept it, he would have killed him long ago.

Irene chuckled softly, her cloak fluttering slightly as she gracefully took a half-step back.

Riyao stretched and yawned, his joints cracking as he did so.

"What form should I use? Never mind, there's a big problem coming up later."

He remembered the scene of the Black Dragon's appearance, which was also the purpose of his coming to this battlefield, but he didn't dare to tell Mirajane about it.

[Life Mimicry - False God]

Under the watchful eyes of August and Irene.

Riyao golden hair turned white, her left eye became a blazing gold, and her right eye became a bright silver, her aura underwent a complete transformation.

The languid, dead fish eyes of the past have completely disappeared, replaced by a sacred and cold gaze that looks down upon all living beings.

God Serena's maniacal laughter had barely subsided when suddenly everything went blurry before his eyes.

He appeared in front of God Serena in an instant, grabbed his wrist, and his knuckles made a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

"You young man, how can you be so uncivilized, actually beating up four old men? That's really going too far."

The Four Heavenly Kings behind them were all stunned, and the previously frozen atmosphere was instantly broken.

Jura wore a pained expression, feeling somewhat hurt inside.

"I'm not an old man."

God Serena felt as if his wrist was locked tightly by a massive iron rod, his magical energy flow was halted, and he immediately flew into a rage.

"Let go, you small fry."

"Well?"

Riyao looked back, somewhat puzzled.

Irene covered her mouth and chuckled softly, while August leaned on his cane expressionlessly.

Alright, alright, so these two monsters didn't consider God Serena a teammate at all, they just used her as a guinea pig to test the waters.

Poor God Serena, the unfortunate boy who was kept in the dark.

God Serena shook off Riyao's hand, and a white magic circle appeared.

[The Storm Dragon's Wind and Moon Recital]

The violent vacuum wind blades exploded like a meat grinder, enough to flatten an entire mountain!

Riyao raised his hand and pointed, causing ripples to spread in front of him.

The raging storm dissipated in an instant.

The storm, powerful enough to shred steel, melted silently into a gentle breeze the moment it touched the ripples.

God Serena's pupils contracted sharply, Riyao's finger, suspended in the air, made a very casual downward sweep.

With a swipe of the finger.

Boom!

The entire space seemed to collapse out of thin air, and a massive, invisible force slammed heavily into God Serena's chest!

God Serena felt as if he had been hit by something heavy, and was blasted into the rocks.

The granite ground shattered with a deafening roar, creating a crater tens of meters wide. The violent shockwave embedded God Serena deep into the ground.

"You ants, stand up and speak."

The Riyao slowly rose into the air, looking down at God Serena through the hole.

Her long, snow-white hair fluttered in the gale, and her bright, sun-like eyes looked down upon the mortal world like those of a deity.

He raised his hand and hooked it.

They pulled God Serena, covered in blood, out of the deep pit.

He lay on the ground, his expression ferocious, and slammed his left hand on the ground.

"Damn it! I am Heavenly God Serena! The man who stands at the pinnacle of Ishgar!!"

Boom!

God Serena's eight Dragon Slayer Lacrima were completely pushed to their limits!

The ground cracked open, from which blazing flames shot forth, and the shadows on the back of the rocks twisted and twitched.

Lava erupted wildly from the ground along the cracks, and the shadow of the Shadow Dragon transformed into a swarm of snakes that tore at the void.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, golden lightning raged across the entire firmament, and a fierce wind swept through, whipping up waterspouts one after another.

Dozens of towering water columns were violently ripped from the sea surface, accompanied by thunder, fire, and fierce winds.

The entire cliff edge resembled an apocalyptic scene.