Changes occur suddenly.
In the turbulent seabed at the feet of Jose, a huge crack appeared without warning and spread rapidly to the surrounding areas.
Scarlet red, magma-like flames flowed slowly in the depths of the cracks, exuding a terrifying aura.
Lu Chongwei slowly placed the blade across his chest, with a solemn look on his face, and chanted words of judgment in his mouth.
"Hadō #90 Six·Ittō Kasō!"
The moment the words fell.
From the extending crack on the seabed, a huge red flame blade suddenly erupted!
The flaming blade was a hundred meters high, soaring into the sky with an unstoppable attitude!
Jose's burning vitality body, the moment it came into contact with the flaming blade, didn't even have time to scream, and was completely burned together with the huge steel wreckage around it, turning into nothingness!
Lu Chongwei looked at the gradually dissipating flame and whispered to himself.
"This is just a weakened version of the forbidden technique. It's enough to deal with a weakling like you."
If he hadn't consumed too much magic power before, he wouldn't even need to use this move.
The huge red flame blade slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.
On the sea, there are no traces of the Phantom Lord guild anymore.
The dark clouds lingering over Magnolia were completely dispelled at this moment.
The bright sunshine penetrated the clouds and illuminated the ravaged land again.
On the distant coastline.
Everyone in Fairy Tail stared blankly at this scene, and the whole world fell silent.
Until Natsu was the first to react and let out a huge cheer!
"Won! Zhongwei won!"
This cheer was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
"Oh oh oh oh oh--!!!"
"We won!"
"Phantom Lord's bastards are finished!"
The ecstasy of surviving the disaster swept everyone instantly, and deafening cheers resounded throughout Magnolia!
They looked at the figure slowly flying back to the shore from the sea, their eyes filled with enthusiasm and admiration.
When Lu Chongwei's feet just stepped onto the beach.
"Zhongwei!"
Natsu, Gray, Elfman and others swarmed in.
They didn't give Lu Chongwei a chance to react at all, and picked him up in various ways.
"One! Two! Three!"
In the chorus of everyone's shouts, Lu Chongwei was thrown high into the air.
The sun shone on his face, and he felt the heartfelt and unreserved enthusiasm and joy of his companions. Lu Chongwei's nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed completely.
He was infected by the warm atmosphere and had a bright smile on his face.
Just as everyone was throwing Lu Chongwei high into the air and cheers resounded through the sky, an old and frail voice with undeniable majesty penetrated the roaring crowd.
"Have you had enough trouble with this bunch of brats?"
The noisy beach suddenly became quiet.
Everyone turned around suddenly and saw that short figure on the edge of the ruins, supported by Porlyusica, walking towards them step by step.
It's Makarov!
"President!"
"President, you are okay!"
Mirajane was the first to exclaim, and his eyes instantly turned red.
The ecstasy on everyone's faces turned into excitement. They were like children who had found their backbone, and they rushed forward one after another. However, they were afraid of disturbing him, so they spontaneously moved out of the way.
Although Makarov's face is still pale, his eyes have regained their former look.
He looked around at the familiar faces, looking at the minor or major injuries on their bodies. His eyes were full of heartache, but more importantly, they were filled with unspeakable joy and pride.
He broke away from Porlyusica's support and tremblingly climbed onto the largest piece of debris in the guild.
He straightened his short body and bowed deeply to everyone.
"I'm sorry, I fell down when everyone needed me most."
Makarov's voice is hoarse, but full of power.
"But!" He suddenly raised his head, raised his right hand high, and showed Fairy Tail's unique gesture, "We won! As long as we unite Isshin, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh--!!!"
Everyone was infected by this emotion, raised their right hands one after another, and used all their strength to shout the victory the Roar.
The sounds gathered into a soaring sound wave, soaring straight into the sky!
Porlyusica stood aside, looking at the group of Mage who were hugging each other like a family. A rare gentle smile appeared on the face that was always filled with world-weariness.
"You have created a great guild, Makarov."
She whispered something, then walked to Mirajane and warned, "Although his magic power has returned, his body is still very weak, and I will leave it to you to take care of him."
After saying that, she turned around and left the hustle and bustle of the winner without looking back.
In this sea of joy, there was only the figure of a blond girl, who seemed out of place.
Lucy lowered his head and looked at the sand under his feet, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Although the war was won, the guild was destroyed and the president and his companions were seriously injured. The source of all this was because of her.
"Lucy, what's wrong with you?"
Happy flapped its little wings and flew in front of her, tilting her head, her blue eyes full of worry.
"I..."
Lucy opened his mouth, but tears welled up in his eyes.
At this moment, several injured figures came over.
"Lucy, don't think too much, don't you think we are doing well?"
Levy's head was still wrapped in a bandage, but there was a bright smile on his face.
"That's right, those guys Phantom Lord have long disliked us. Even without you, this battle will be fought sooner or later."
Jet and Droy, who were following behind, also opened their mouths to comfort him.
Makarov also noticed the movement here. He jumped down from the ruins and walked to Lucy.
"Silly boy."
He gently patted Lucy's head with his warm and rough hands.
"What kind of place is a guild? It's a place where companions share joy and pain together. No one will blame you, because you are our family."
Home... people...
These two words, like the warmest torrent, instantly broke down the last line of defense in Lucy's heart.
She could no longer suppress her inner grievance, self-blame and emotion. She squatted down suddenly, buried her face in her knees, and burst into tears.
The cry was heartbreaking, but it also carried a sense of relief.
Levy stepped forward distressed, hugged her trembling shoulders tightly, and silently comforted her.
Lu Chongwei looked at this tender scene and smiled.
He turned his head and looked beyond the crowd to the lonely mountain peak in the distance.
On the top of the mountain, a familiar figure wearing a mask stood quietly.
It's Mystogan.
Lu Chongwei raised his right hand high and pointed in that direction, making a guild gesture.