BOOM!
Golden grids, like dense blades, carved the earth within a kilometer radius into countless square blocks.
Several dragons flew straight into them. Their hard scales shattered instantly, and they turned to dust amid agonized roars.
"So this is the divine power Chase has been using. It's stronger than I imagined."
Gildarts stood on the broken ground, clenching his magic-filled fist, amazed by his Crushing Magic imbued with divine presence.
At his current level, he was already immensely powerful, surpassing Future Jura and reaching the level of the Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar. With card buffs and the God Seal's enhancement, facing ordinary dragons weakened by the Thunder Force Rain was practically a one-sided slaughter!
If he'd had this power—the ability to pierce dragon scales—when he'd encountered Acnologia, maybe...
No. At best, he might have inflicted minor wounds with his life on the line.
Gildarts's mind flashed to the despairing image of the Black Dragon. Compared to the dragons of this magic-scarce era, Acnologia was a complete monster. Even without magic immunity, there would have been no chance.
The title "Dragon of the End" wasn't for nothing.
He wondered if the Black Dragon in their world was truly dead or not.
Gildarts had the same thought as Chase, but he quickly pushed it aside. More dragons were approaching from the distant sky, claws bared.
Instead of rushing to fight, he turned to look at the two sexy figures standing nearby, waving proudly.
His furrowed brow relaxed. His grave expression was replaced by a carefree smugness. "My precious daughters! See that? That's your father's power! Pretty cool, right?!"
Both Canas snapped. Their expressions turned jagged-toothed and furious. "Don't call me that! It's disgusting!!"
In this large-scale guild war, they didn't want to miss the chance to fight alongside their old man. So despite their complaints, they had chosen to team up with Gildarts.
But actually fighting together, looking at that smug, stubbled face, they couldn't help but feel annoyed.
They'd rather be at the same table as Lucy!
"Ahaha! We're family~ What's wrong with that?" Gildarts laughed shamelessly, scratching his head.
When he'd learned that his future self had gone out and met a beautiful girl, the old womanizer had been so jealous he could've ground his molars to dust.
But now, he felt his luck was incredible. Showing off in front of two daughters—miss that and you'd regret it for life!
Beautiful women? Screw them!
Just as he was basking in his own glory, sensing danger, Gildarts's expression shifted. He vanished in a blur.
Almost simultaneously, a massive shadow fell over the two Canas, who were sighing and rubbing their foreheads.
Livia the Prison Dragon—one of the original seven—appeared out of nowhere, its thick, sharp claws swinging down at them!
The attack was too fast and too sudden. The two Canas only reacted as the claws filled their vision.
BOOM!
The heavy strike shook the earth, kicking up dust.
The Canas shut their eyes in terror, expecting to be "eliminated." But the anticipated pain never came.
They slowly opened their eyes to see Gildarts standing before them like a mountain, his tattered cloak billowing. His crossed arms held a magic circle above his head, forcibly blocking the prison dragon's fatal blow!
The sharp claws cracked the magic circle. The immense force transferred through, shattering the ground beneath Gildarts's feet.
"Gildarts!" both Canas cried out in concern.
"Attacking my two children in front of their father..."
Gildarts's expression was grim. A barely suppressed fury flickered in his cold gaze. "You're prepared for the consequences, aren't you?"
The moment the magic circle shattered, a terrifying, profound magic power erupted.
Livia clearly hadn't expected an ant to possess such astonishing power. Its massive body staggered back two steps as its claw was repelled by the magic storm.
Before the stunned dragon could regain its footing, Gildarts had already leaped and thrown an uppercut charged with Ultra-Magic.
"Evil-Crushing Righteousness: One Day!!"
The divine-infused Crushing Magic erupted in blinding white light beneath the dragon's jaw. After a brief pause, blood sprayed and scales scattered. The prison dragon was launched into the sky, soaring thousands of meters into the air—fate unknown!
Even the two Canas, who knew their father's power well, were stunned.
A dragon that looked like no pushover had just been sent flying?!
"There, there. Let's enjoy our first father-daughter team-up, Cana-chan~"
Gildarts switched gears again, wiggling like a rag doll with hearts in his eyes, floating over to nuzzle the Canas.
"Enough! Get away!!" Cana stomped on his face in disgust.
"Enjoy the fight? You just sent the dragon into the sky!" Future Cana adopted Lucy's rant tone.
Hearing this, Gildarts, his face still deformed by the stomp, pointed upward. "Dragons here are endless."
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!
High above, dragon wings churned the wind. The ground shook under their weight.
The ordinary dragons that had been driven off by Bahamut were converging from all directions. Their savage faces bared rows of fangs.
The two Canas' expressions sharpened. They drew their cards from spinning magic circles and stood back-to-back-to-back with Gildarts. Father and daughters faced the dragon horde!
CRACKLE!
Thunder roared. Countless lightning bolts rained down like a curtain, mercilessly striking the earth.
The wild, destructive power of nature was pushed to its extreme. From afar, the entire area was ablaze with lightning, as dangerous as a doomsday zone!
CRACKLE!!
Golden and purple lightning collided violently. Arcs of electricity rippled outward in waves, shattering the ground and annihilating rock and soil wherever they passed.
Dragon and human separated, retreating and staring at each other through the roaring thunder.
Future Laxus stood bare-chested, his chiseled muscles covered in crackling lightning and trailing blood. His hard-edged image was unmistakable.
Across from him, a massive dark-purple muscle dragon was equally bathed in lightning. Its glowing dragon eyes radiated authority.
"A mere human with this much combat power..."
Radosla the Thunder Rage Dragon crouched low, its gaze locked on Future Laxus. "Brat, who taught you that Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic?"
Though Laxus's lightning carried divine attributes from both gods, as a fellow lightning dragon, Radosla could tell at a glance that this was the recently developed "Dragon Slayer Magic"!
"Sorry to disappoint you. My magic wasn't taught by a dragon. It came from something called a Dragon Slayer Lacrima." Future Laxus didn't hide his second-generation Dragon Slayer status.
"Dragon Slayer Lacrima?" Living four hundred years ago, Radosla frowned—it had never heard the term.
"The main ingredient is said to be a dragon's heart."
Future Laxus clenched his lightning-wreathed fist. "Maybe yours."
Unlike Natsu's beloved Igneel, this dragon was a staunch exterminationist. No need to be polite.
Such blunt words made Radosla's gaze turn cold. "If I'm not mistaken, brat, you're saying I'll die here—by your hand?"
"Who knows." Laxus met the dragon's oppressive glare, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"Heh. Good nerve!" Radosla sneered, its scales erupting with blinding lightning.
From afar, it looked like a mountain of high-voltage current—a terrifying sight!
As if summoned, ordinary dragons descended from the sky, landing behind it and kicking up thick dust.
Laxus showed no fear. On the contrary, he found it thrilling. "This is more interesting."
"You're not the only one with allies."
The moment the words left his mouth, lightning struck. Six figures emerged from the exploding arcs.
They were the Thunder God Tribe from both worlds: Freed, Bickslow, and Evergreen!
"All of you—bearing the name of Laxus's personal guard—fight to your hearts' content!"
Laxus roared, surging with magic power as he entered Dragonification mode, his muscles swelling.
"OOOOOHHH!!!" x6
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