He stared at Natsu, his teeth chattering.
"Fire Dragon... I will crush every bone in your body one by one!"
Gajeel made a beastly sound the Roar.
The magic power all over his body exploded, and black iron scales instantly covered his arms.
"Then give it a try!"
Natsu was not afraid at all, and his whole body turned into a stream of flames and rushed out.
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
"Iron Dragon's Hard Fist!"
Fire and steel.
Two destructive forces collided violently in the center of the hall.
Boom--!
A terrifying wave of air swept through the entire venue, forcibly overturning the surrounding crowd.
The ground is cracking and the air is burning.
The two of them were like crazy people, and they started the most primitive and violent hand-to-hand fight in the ruins.
Fire and iron filings flew wildly in the hall.
The battle between Natsu and Gajeel has entered a fever pitch.
Every time the two collide, it will cause a violent vibration.
However.
Just when the battle was at its most intense.
"Boom--!"
The entire Phantom Lord castle suddenly shook violently.
The tremor felt like something huge was turning over underground.
"What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"
"Could it be that the president's magic power broke out?"
The members of Fairy Tail looked happy.
They knew very well that President Makarov was confronting Jose upstairs.
In their perception, the president is invincible.
"The president must have won!"
"Phantom Lord's end has come!"
The cheers have not yet died down.
"Ah--!!!"
A shrill and old scream suddenly came from the top of the castle.
The voice was full of pain and despair.
Fairy Tail Everyone's smiles instantly froze on their faces.
That's... the president's voice?
"Bang!"
A black shadow slammed down from the upper floor.
The sky is filled with dust.
Erza's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole person turned into an afterimage and rushed over.
"President!"
She pushed aside the rubble, and when she saw the figure on the ground clearly, her whole body felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Makarov lay quietly in the rubble.
His skin took on a weird, sickly dark green color.
The magic power that was once as majestic as the sea disappeared without a trace at this moment.
He was like a dead tree that had been drained of moisture, and his breath was extremely weak.
"The magic... is gone?"
Erza's voice is trembling.
She stretched out her hand in disbelief, but she couldn't feel any magic fluctuations.
"Hehehe, what a miserable ending."
A figure slowly walked down the stairs.
That is the head of Element Four, the Aria of the big sky.
He had his eyes covered, and there was an ethereal and strange aura lingering around him.
"In front of my Wither Magic, even Ten Wizard Saints can only become a mortal."
Aria's voice is plain, but it contains a chilling cruelty.
Makarov opened his eyes with difficulty.
He looked at Erza, his eyes full of exhaustion and determination.
"Erza... take everyone... away..."
Every word he spoke required all his strength.
"Retreat... wait... wait for Lu Chongwei to come back..."
After saying these words, the patron saint of the guild completely fainted.
"President!"
Natsu and Gray rushed over crazily, their eyes red.
"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"
Natsu was about to rush towards Aria, but was blocked by Erza.
"Retreat!"
Erza gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.
Her voice was hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable dignity.
"This is the president's order! Everyone retreats!"
"I won't leave! I want to avenge the president!"
Elfman struggled to get up from the ruins, his face full of unwillingness.
Loke also clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger.
"Erza! How can you retreat at this time!"
"I said, retreat!"
Erza pulled out the long sword suddenly, pointing the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground.
Terrifying murderous aura erupted from her body, forcibly suppressing everyone's anger.
"Whoever dares to disobey orders, don't blame me for being rude!"
Under the compulsory request of Erza, the members of Fairy Tail could only carry their companions on their backs in tears and evacuate out of the castle in embarrassment.
Above the attic.
Gajeel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Aria coldly.
"Hey, where is the woman named Lucy?"
He doesn't care about the life or death of his men, what he cares about is the mission.
Aria smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, Juvia has put her under house arrest in a secret stronghold."
"She is the key to this war. Lord Jose has his own plan."
Natsu was about to leave when his ears twitched.
He captured the two words Lucy.
He turned his head sharply and stared at the two people on the attic.
Anger.
The kind of anger that almost consumes all reason.
"Happy."
Natsu's voice is extremely calm, so calm that it's scary.
"Yes!"
Happy flew to his side and his expression became serious.
Natsu suddenly reached out and grabbed an unlucky guy from the fleeing Phantom Lord member.
"Lead the way and rescue Lucy."
His eyes were like daggers, so frightened that Mage paralyzed on the spot.
"If you don't lead the way, I will burn you now."
Natsu picked up the captive and took Happy with him, disappearing into the chaotic streets.
Deep in the forest to the east of Magnolia.
This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, with only the rustle of the evening wind blowing through the treetops.
Inside a simple wooden house, the air was filled with an indescribably strong smell of herbs.
Makarov President was lying quietly on the wooden bed.
His originally short body now looked even shriveled, like a dead tree that had been drained of moisture.
His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and strange dark purple lines were faintly visible under his skin.
That is a sign that the life force is passing away after the magic power is exhausted.
Porlyusica stood beside the bed, the medicine bottle in his hand shaking slightly.
Her eyes, which always had a world-weary look, were filled with unprecedented solemnity at this moment.
"Ms. Porlyusica, President... how is he doing?"
Bisca asked anxiously.
She clutched the spear in her hand tightly, her knuckles turning pale white from the excessive exertion.
Tears were rolling crazily in her eyes, but she stopped them abruptly and refused to fall.
Porlyusica was silent for a moment and let out a heavy sigh.
"It's worse than I thought."
She put down the potion in her hand and turned to look at the escort.
Her brows were furrowed, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness in her eyes.
"He hit Wither Magic, which is a vicious move that specifically targets the root of Mage."
Porlyusica pointed at the dark purple lines on Makarov's chest.
"His magic power is constantly draining away, like a water bottle full of cracks."
Alzack stood aside and punched the door frame fiercely.
"Damn it! Those Phantom Lord bastards used such despicable methods!"
His eyes were red and his breathing became extremely heavy.
He was so angry that his chest heaved violently.
"The magic power he lost at that time must be recovered as soon as possible."
Porlyusica said coldly, interrupting Alzack's anger.
She took out another silver needle and inserted it into Makarov's acupuncture point.
"Otherwise, given his physical condition, I'm afraid... he won't be able to survive tonight."
The cabin became quiet.
Bisca's feet softened and he almost collapsed to the ground.
She looked at the old man on the bed who was always smiling, and her heart felt like a knife.
The patron saint of the guild was lying there weakly at this moment.