Lightning Dragon Rampage!
On the side of the commercial street, deep in a quiet alley.
In front of the uniquely styled "8 Islands " restaurant, several neatly trimmed green plants were blown away by the strong air pressure, and the ceramic pots shattered into powder on the bluestone pavement.
Wearing a white apron, Yajima staggered back two steps, the spatula in her hand clattering to the ground.
Directly in front of the gate, a strange figure shrouded in a heavy black cloak strode closer, and from the shadow of the hood came the faint sound of a wild beast tearing at bones.
Former Magic Council Yajima.
A sinister voice drifted out from inside the cloak, carrying an unbridled killing intent.
"Just lie down and accept your fate. We're sending you to the underworld to meet your nine colleagues. This is the end that the Tartaros have given you."
The strange man under the cloak raised his right hand, a grayish-white destructive energy gathering in his palm, and viciously grabbed down towards the old man's forehead!
At the critical moment!
Sizzle--!
A blinding golden lightning bolt suddenly streaked across the previously clear sky overhead!
Thunder tore through the sky, carrying extremely violent destructive laws, and pierced straight down from the top of the heavens!
The golden light smashed through the hard paving stones in front of the restaurant, forcefully weaving into the narrow gap between Yajima and the cloaked monster!
In the instant the lightning dissipated, a thick boot sole, crackling with dazzling arcs of electricity, swept out from the void without warning!
Bang!!
The extremely dull, heavy sound was like a sledgehammer striking pig iron!
Before the cloaked monster could even react, his face caved in and twisted on the spot, and his body flew straight back like a heavy arrow, crashing through three thick stone walls on both sides of the alley, carving out a trench of rubble dozens of meters long, and finally being buried deep in the rubble!
The golden lightning gradually subsided.
The tall, muscular blond youth landed on one foot, his black coat billowing in the wind, his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned to look down at the short old man on the ground.
"Oh, Mr. Yajima."
Laxus tilted his head, a few faint golden sparks dancing on his fingertips.
"Are you still in good health? You didn't get too scared, did you?"
Yajima, sitting on the ground, rubbed his eyes, looked at the ferocious figure in front of him that was like an iron tower, and let out a long breath.
"La... Laxus?!"
"What brings you all the way from Magnolia to my restaurant?"
Before Laxus could even answer.
Three figures flashed past from behind the street, accompanied by the whooshing sound of magic, and instantly dispersed to take positions, closely protecting the fallen Yajima in the center.
Freed drew his rapier with a backhand motion and rapidly drew several defensive spell characters emitting purple light in mid-air.
Bickslow stood on the puppet's head, with five strange puppets spinning around him.
Evergreen pushed up her glasses, and a fan-shaped array of light powder in her palm was ready to be unleashed.
Freed sheathed his sword and quickly turned to Yajima to explain the situation.
"Lord Yajima, the true culprit behind the attack on the Magic Council headquarters and the massacre of nine current council members is none other than 'Tartaros,' the last dark guild of the Balam Alliance."
"We, the Thunder God Tribe, are acting on the explicit orders of Guild Master Jiang Bai, and have come ahead of time to provide you with personal protection."
"Jiang Bai had long predicted that after purging the current high- Magic Council, these madmen and demons would definitely turn their swords on the retired members of the previous council."
Yajima paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"That brat Jiang Bai... his brain is as shrewd as ever."
"Then I'm entrusting my safety to you!"
Whoosh!
The pile of collapsed rubble in the distance suddenly exploded in all directions!
The strange man in black robes brushed the dust off his shoulders and slowly rose from the depths of the mud pit. His cloak, covered in mud and sand, was tattered and revealed the thick, gnarled muscles and bones beneath.
The strange man raised the back of his hand to wipe away the bloodstains on his chin, and a sharp, eerie hiss came from his throat.
"Hmph! Human bodyguards arrived so quickly?"
The strange man strode forward with heavy steps, stepping over the broken tiles as he approached, his tone filled with the contempt of someone looking down on an ant.
"However... no matter how many small fry come, it's all in vain."
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, you might as well travel the road to the underworld with this old codger!"
Hearing such reckless and suicidal shouts...
Laxus, standing at the very front, let out a cold laugh filled with utter sarcasm.
"Oh."
Laxus raised his hand to wipe the golden hair from his forehead, his feet slightly apart on the ground, and the terrifying power of thunder that had been suppressed for so long burst forth violently from his limbs and bones!
The blinding lightning, like a golden python, frantically coiled and tore at the surrounding ground, scorching the hard granite surface with charred cracks!
"These scum from the Tartaros have quite the nerve."
Laxus grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.
"Then let me personally test whether your strength matches your arrogant, foul mouth!"
The next instant!
Crack!
Laxus instantly disintegrated into a thick, violent bolt of pure lightning!
Quick!
Absolute speed that surpasses the limits of neural reaction!
Before the cloaked monster could even raise his arm to block, Laxus's fierce and rugged face was already right in front of his nose!
"Lightning Dragon's Crushing Fist!!"
Laxus clenched his five fingers into a ferocious golden iron fist, and the highly compressed lightning magic, carrying an overwhelming force, solidly imprinted itself on the center of the cloaked monster's chest!
The strange man's eyes bulged out instantly, and he let out a terrified scream.
"What?! How could it be so fast?!"
Boom!
Thunder exploded completely inside his chest!
The strange man was as if he had been hit head-on by a heavily armed magic train speeding at full speed. His body rolled wildly backward along the muddy street for hundreds of meters, passing directly through the end of the commercial street and smashing a small abandoned warehouse behind it!
The violent shockwave whipped up towering dust, completely obscuring half of the street.