Despite being outnumbered and not at his best, Jellal remained confident that he could escape Fairy Tail's encirclement, despite the pressure.
In his view, the only ones truly worthy of attention were Noah, and the two S-class mages, Erza and Mira; the others were merely troublesome minions.
This is a world of magic.
The power of magic is everything.
When a powerful mage unleashes their full power, it becomes a terrifying force that even a dozen or twenty weaker mages working together would find difficult to withstand.
Once the annoying minions are dealt with, and with the meteor speed granted by the 'Celestial' magic, Geralt is confident he can escape unscathed.
Jellal kicked away Natsu, who was charging at him again, and pointed one finger to the sky. A dazzling magic circle unfolded beneath his feet, and nine starlight beams swirled upwards and converged into a magical star.
Celestial Magic: Nine Thunder Stars!
In an instant, a powerful, wide-range magical attack centered on Gerald, encompassing all enemies except him.
Want to clear the area?
It's not that simple!
Mira twisted her dark magic with both hands, condensing it into two dark storms rotating in opposite directions. The tearing vortexes swallowed up the starlight from the celestial bodies.
Even so, the starlight still managed to break through the sealed dark storm. Although its power was reduced by some, it was still able to defeat many weaker "fairies".
This man is quite capable.
Mira was filled with fighting spirit and was about to retaliate when she saw dozens of blue beams pass through her side in perfect unison, heading straight for Gerald.
Heavenly Wheel - The Blazing Sword.
Erza, now clad in the "Heavenly Wheel Armor," wields two swords and stands like a holy, sword-winged angel atop a sea of swords composed of hundreds of blades.
Gerald's body surface glowed faintly, and his movements immediately became agile. His figure moved with ease as if strolling in a garden amidst the powerful circular sword formation.
He was so relaxed and carefree that he even joked with Erza.
"To strike so ruthlessly the moment we met is truly heartbreaking for my old friend."
"As expected, after gaining 'freedom,' you no longer care about the friendship we shared in our fight against the enslavement of the Black Magic Cult."
Gerald's words deeply agitated the red-haired girl, causing her cyclical sword formation to become increasingly frenzied, yet she couldn't even touch the hem of Gerald's clothes.
This scene was exactly as Erza had expected. In her last memory of Jellal, the strength he displayed completely overwhelmed her.
But the past is the past, and the present is the present.
Erza took a deep breath, her twin swords poised to strike.
"You're the one who trampled on our friendship... Gerald!"
"Heavenly Wheel - Pentagram Sword!"
The sword-winged angel instantly closed in on the blue-haired youth, its twin swords unleashing five powerful sword beams that formed a giant five-pointed star as it attacked the opponent.
Jellal simply smiled, jumped up and perfectly dodged the pentagram sword, then retaliated with a six-star attack aimed at Erza.
The two constantly shifted their attacks and defenses, and amidst the crisscrossing sword shadows and starlight, Jellal still had the upper hand, accurately seizing Erza's weaknesses.
A lightning-fast magical strike shot out from his fingertips, aiming for Erza's right arm.
If this attack lands, the girl's right arm will likely be crippled on the spot, significantly reducing her fighting ability. This would make Geralt's fight even easier.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The dark sheen that suddenly covered the girl's right arm allowed her to withstand the attack without injury, shattering Gerald's illusions.
Erza's gaze sharpened, and instantly a wisp of black energy wrapped around the Heavenly Wheel Sword in her right hand.
A glint of cold light flashed.
The sword blade splattered blood onto the ground.
Taking a few steps back, a shallow wound appeared on Gerald's chest. He looked at the longsword in Erza's hand, its black light fading, and showed a rare expression of surprise.
The sharpness of that moment had startled Gerald; had he not reacted in time, he would have been severely injured by the sword shrouded in black light.
"A magic that greatly enhances physical defense and weapon strength, unlike anything we've ever seen before."
"If you had known this magic seven years ago, Rob might not have died saving you."
The surprise on his face didn't last long; Jellal quickly regained his composure and deliberately stirred up Erza's painful past.
"Geralt, you who have fallen so low, are not worthy to mention Grandpa Rob's name!"
Erza was somewhat angry when her painful memories were touched upon.
Outfit Change: Hellfire Armor
The magic circle passed through her body, and the silver-white steel sword armor disappeared, replaced by a dark black spiked steel armor that tightly encased the girl's body.
The girl held the life-sized Infernal Serrated Blade at an angle, embedding it in the ground and emanating a terrifying aura.
The "Armor of Purgatory" is a matching weapon, a masterpiece by the magical blacksmith Master Dolan, and is Erza's strongest magical armor to date.
The relentless pressure from the infernal magic greatly increased Geralt's stress.
I should have known better than to be so sarcastic. Now look what's happened; I've made someone angry and they're starting to escalate the situation.
When Jellal saw Erza wrap the Infernal Serrated Blade in a dark luster, he had a bad feeling.
If such a big knife were to cut him, "Gerald" would become "Gerald-Er".
However, in order to maintain his composure, he continued to be defiant, saying, "Hmph, this kind of enhancement magic that can increase offense and defense is powerful, but in the end, only you know how to use it. Even if you change into armor, you can't do anything to me."
Erza chuckled softly.
"First, this is not magic, it is 'domineering aura'."
"Second, what makes you think that I'm the only one who can be domineering?"
Erza's nonchalant tone sent a chill down Geralt's spine.
Could it be that...?!
"He will stay behind with an air of authority, while the others will step back and stand guard."
"We should treat our guests well."
With Erza's command, the fairies who lacked the Haki understood that the upcoming battle was beyond their control, so they immediately retreated in an orderly fashion, leaving the battlefield to those who were capable.
Gerald glanced around briefly, and his expression immediately turned grim. There were actually as many as ten people left behind.
How could that be...?
So many people know that "domineering" move?!
Damn it! These people didn't even use their full strength to fight me before!
Seeing Natsu, who was knocked away several times but was still full of energy, Jellal had a feeling that he was going to be defeated by Fairy Tail today.
"Everyone! There's no need to reason with evil and heretical forces!"
"Go and beat him up!"
With someone shouting from the stands, the battle quickly spiraled out of control.
This time, someone preempted Natsu by launching the attack—it was Elfman, who had received the "Beast King's Soul."
Natsu and Gray followed closely behind.
Mira, with her imposing aura, seems even more befitting of her title, "Demon."
Norb, possessed by the "Bear Spirit," let out a deep roar.
Marcao, engulfed in his "Purple Flame," casually lit a cigarette for his good friend Wakaba.
Kana yawned. As a card mage, after learning Armament Haki, she was finally able to fight on the front lines. She had wanted to do this for a long time.
Warren, who uses telepathic magic, is an unassuming yet powerful support character, but he also has a heart set on melee combat.
The last of the "fairies" on the battlefield was Erza.
"The Fairy Ten, each of them possesses unique skills, their fighting spirit and patience are astonishing, and their secret weapon, 'Armament Haki,' will give you an unexpected surprise!"
"Geralt, how are you feeling now?!"
"Hehehehe..."
"..."
On the rooftops of buildings near the battlefield, a tall, blue-haired young man in white and a short, Mediterranean-looking old man observed the battle from their elevated positions.
Zeke Rein still wore that warm smile, seemingly unconcerned about the other person being ganged up on.
Makarov, however, couldn't keep his composure and looked down at the white-haired boy in the audience who was loudly proclaiming himself a villain.
Noah, that kid, not only doesn't go up and fight, but what's with all the crazy nonsense he's spooking? Didn't you see that all your companions have run away because of you...?
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