manynovel Chapter 91 Rob: Fairy Tail is so strong now that it feels like a completely different world!
Chapter 91 Rob: Fairy Tail is so strong now that it feels like a completely different world!
Chapter 91 Rob: Fairy Tail is so strong now it feels like a completely different world! (Part Two)
"I'm dead again?!"
Brian panicked immediately after discovering that he had been cut in two by Id's slash. He looked at his lower body, which had already "chosen to run away from home," with hatred in his eyes.
Brian waited for a full five minutes, until all the blood in his body had drained away, only to find that he was still alive. He was overjoyed.
"Immortality?"
Id looked at Brian, who was still alive, his gaze lowered slightly, but his eyes remained unchanged. He was already used to the idea of "immortality." The God's Dance Troupe, which was skilled in singing, dancing, and rapping, all had this ability. It was nothing special and not surprising.
"Dragon Slayer Secret Technique: Padma!"
Id whispered and immediately activated the Dragon Slayer Secret Technique. Terrifying freezing air erupted from Id's body, and the powerful cold current froze Brian, who had just gained "immortality," in place.
At this moment, Brian seemed to be in a cold, icy hell, his thoughts, soul, life, and magic all frozen, turning him into an ice sculpture.
"I'll deal with you when I get back."
After freezing Brian, Id turned to look at the Tower of Paradise in the middle of the sea. He dipped his hand into the water and whispered, "Freeze them all."
"boom!!"
With a roar of magic, the endless sea, along with the distant Tower of Paradise, was frozen to death in this area.
On the sea, all the ships that the Black Magic Order used to escape were sealed off by Id.
"call out."
After Id finished doing all this, he ignored Brian, who was frozen in place, and disappeared in a flash, heading towards the Tower of Paradise in the distance.
Inside the Tower of Paradise.
A prison cell used to hold children.
"Will Kagura be alright?!"
Simon was imprisoned in a cell with a group of children his age. His eyes were melancholy, filled with worry for his younger sister, Kagura.
"It will be alright."
Just as Simon was bowing his head in silence, feeling extremely agitated, a clear voice suddenly entered his ears.
Simon looked up and saw a blue-haired boy with a tattoo on his left cheek, giving him a smile as bright as sunshine.
"Who are you?"
Simon looked at the blue-haired boy and asked.
"My name is Gerald Fernandez."
The blue-haired boy gave his name in a gentle voice.
"My name is Simon, Simon Mikazuchi!"
"Gerald, I appreciate your comfort. I feel much better now, and I believe my sister will be alright."
Simon smiled at Gerald and said.
"Waaaaah."
"Is it really possible for us to escape?"
In the corner, a girl who looked like a cat was wiping away tears and speaking in fear.
"It will be alright."
"As long as we hold onto hope, we will definitely be able to escape."
Gerald stood in the center of the cell, constantly encouraging the children present who were in the same predicament as him.
"That's right!"
"As long as we unite, there will definitely be a way."
Simon agreed.
"Unite!"
"Don't give up!"
Inspired by Gerald and Simon, the atmosphere in the entire cell changed; the children stood up hand in hand, filled with hope.
"I even made you add oil?!"
Outside the prison, a patrolling guard witnessed the scene. Enraged, he pushed open the cell door, grabbed his stun gun, and began to beat Gerald.
"Sizzle!"
Under the flash of lightning, even though Gerald was hopeful, sunny, and kind, he collapsed to the ground. But he did not give up and said to everyone present, "Persistence is victory."
"I'm telling you, perseverance is victory!"
"I told you not to give up hope!"
"I told you not to incite these brats to unite to the very end!"
The jailer was furious. He gripped the stun gun and shocked Gerald repeatedly. He knew that if he kept shocking him, it would numb his nerves and make him unable to feel pain. So he would shock him for a few seconds, then stop for a few seconds, and continue shocking him once Gerald recovered, maximizing the pain.
"stop!"
Seeing that Gerald was on the verge of death, Simon gritted his teeth and rushed forward, knocking the jailer away.
"What?"
"You've gone too far!"
Enraged, the jailer stabbed Simon with a stun gun as he spoke.
"Um."
Simon felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, but he seemed to be used to the electric shocks, gritted his teeth and endured it, and pushed the jailer out of the cell.
"What's wrong with this kid?!"
The jailer was astonished by Simon's resilience. He seemed to have never expected that someone could develop such tolerance to electric shocks, with different stun guns becoming ineffective.
"Quick, someone come quick! Someone's trying to escape!"
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the jailer began to call for reinforcements.
"What?! Someone's escaped from prison?!"
At the guards' shouts, one, two, three—dozens of fully armed guards emerged from all directions, wielding rubber batons, clubs, and electric batons, and lunged at Simon.
"puff."
No matter how strong Simon was, he was no match for dozens of people. He was quickly beaten to the ground and coughed up blood.
"Kill him!"
"These kids need to know what happens if they try to escape!"
Some of the jailers were shouting that they were going to beat Simon to death.
"But His Holiness the bishop said that these brats must live until their magical talents are tested."
Some jailers countered.
"Kill one, but leave the rest of the brats behind."
After some discussion, the jailers finally came to a conclusion: kill Simon as an example, and put the rest of the kids back in their cells.
"Simon!"
Upon hearing that the guards intended to kill Simon, Gerald immediately struggled to his feet, rushed towards one of the guards, grabbed his leg tightly, and roared, "If you're going to kill someone to make an example of someone, then kill me! There's no one else waiting for me at home."
"Get lost!"
The jailer kicked Gerald away, ignoring Gerald's pleas. Killing a skinny little monkey like Gerald wouldn't be enough to make an example of him; they had to kill the strongest among them to have a deterrent effect.
"Let go of Brother Simon!"
"Let go of Simon!"
"Let him go!"
Seeing Gerald knocked to the ground once again, all the children in the cell who had received Simon's help rushed over and started fighting with the guards.
"Rebellion! Rebellion!"
"You're plotting a rebellion!"
"I will report what happened today to His Excellency the Bishop, and have you all put to death."
The jailer shouted as he struggled with the children.
"That's enough, let these brats go."
Just as the jailers were beating the children until they were bruised and on the verge of death, an old man who had been locked deep inside the cell could no longer bear to watch and spoke up in rebuke.
"Old man, mind your own business!"
Upon hearing this, the jailer retorted to the old man.
"I've said enough!"
A flash of anger crossed the old man's mind, and a golden light emanated from his eyes. A terrifying magical power rose from his body, knocking all the jailers present to the ground.
"A Archmage?!"
"Is this old guy a mage?"
After the old man displayed astonishing strength, the prison guards present all showed expressions of horror and said in disbelief.
"Cough cough cough."
Before the jailers could escape, the old man knelt down on one knee, spitting out a large amount of blood. The magic that had once shaken the entire Tower of Paradise rapidly weakened.
"What?"
"I thought he was a master, but he turned out to be just a show-off."
"Don't be afraid, everyone. This old guy was imprisoned by the bishop himself. The bishop injured his magic source, and now he can't mobilize magic at all."
The jailers breathed a sigh of relief and burst into laughter when they saw the old man kneel down and cough up blood.
"hateful."
The old man cursed under his breath, his heart filled with rage. If he hadn't been injured, he would have already dealt with these lackeys.
"However, letting this old man stay in the cell is ultimately a problem. He can't do much work anyway, so why not get rid of him?!"
The jailers conspired to kill the severely injured old mage in the cell first.
Killing a mage has a far greater deterrent effect than killing a teenager.
"It's settled then."
The jailers conspired and dragged the old man out of his cell, preparing to kill him as they spoke.
"No."
"don't want."
Simon lay on the ground, barely alive, but still gritting his teeth, trying to protect the old man.
"You've done a great job, kid."
"Try to live on, for as long as you live, there is hope."
The old man was very pleased to see Simon so devoted to good deeds. He gently patted Simon on the shoulder and whispered some words of advice.
As for life or death, the old man had long since become indifferent to it.
"Makarov, Poliusica, Yajima, Goldman, Bob, Reis, I'll be going now."
The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with a hint of nostalgia.
In his dazed state, he recalled the wonderful time he spent wandering the world as a mage in the Fairy Tail guild, a time he could never forget.
"Go to hell!"
The jailers didn't want to give the old man a chance to say his last words. They picked up their staffs, gathered a large amount of magical energy, and planned to smash the old man to pieces.
"In the final moments of my life, let me fight one last time as a mage of the Fairy Tail guild."
"Let me tell you, anyone in this world who harms our Fairy Tail guild members will be repaid a hundredfold."
The old man snapped out of his reverie, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. As he clasped his hands together, enduring the pain of his shattered magical source, he channeled his inner magic and roared, "Hahaha, bury me here with you cultists!"
"Wow."
The old man coughed up blood, his magic power surging as it rushed towards the threshold of the "Ten Saints." There was no doubt that the magic he unleashed was at the level of "super magic."
"You! You! You!"
The jailers were all panicked and didn't know what to do.
"boom!!"
Just as the old man was about to perish with the jailers, a loud roar resounded in everyone's ears, followed by a violent tremor throughout the entire Tower of Paradise.
"What happened?"
The old man and the jailer, who were in a standoff, both stopped what they were doing.
"Buzz!"
Just as everyone was puzzled, a dark sword light slashed down from above, shattering the massive Tower of Paradise and allowing the old man and children, who had been imprisoned in the basement cell, to see the light of day again.
"That's the sun?!"
"The Tower of Paradise has been smashed?"
The elderly and children looked up at the sky, and as they gazed at the sun overhead, their eyes welled up with tears.
"call!"
Before the old man and the children could think further, snowflakes began to fall again. A dark figure appeared in the air, seemingly out of nowhere, and said to the old man, the laborers, and the children who had been imprisoned by the Black Magic Cult, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"boom!"
As soon as the black-clad youth finished speaking, the entire Tower of Paradise was instantly covered in ice and snow. All members of the Black Magic Order, whether they were jailers, low-ranking cultists, or higher-ranking black-robed followers and white-robed bishops, were frozen to death on the spot.
No matter how strong these believers were, they were powerless against the young man in black; it was an overwhelming difference in strength.
Even more bizarrely, the ice covering the entire Tower of Paradise did not harm the elderly, children, or any of the laborers captured by the Black Magic Cult in the slightest.
"powerful."
"Extremely powerful!"
The old man looked up at the figure radiating immense magical power. His pupils twitched, and after a moment he shook his head and said, "This level of magical power far surpasses Makarov's. I've only ever seen it in President Precht."
"boom."
Just as the old man was pondering, the young man descended from the sky and landed in front of him.
"May I ask who you are?"
The old man couldn't help but use a respectful title.
Well, he wouldn't dare to act arrogantly when facing a strong person; he had to show them respect.
"I?"
"I am Ido, a member of the Fairy Tail guild."
After landing, Id truthfully gave his name.
"what?"
"Fairy Tail, the Magician's Guild?"
The old man was stunned. He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, his mind seemingly blank.
Is Fairy Tail, the mage guild he remembers, the same Fairy Tail guild?
The old man, Rob, a former member of the Fairy Tail guild, looked puzzled: "Makarov, the Fairy Tail guild you have created now is so powerful that it feels unfamiliar to me."
"Who are you?"
At this moment, Ide looked at the old man and asked.
"I?"
My name is Rob.
"I'd say I'm your senior, albeit in a way."
As Rob spoke, he turned around, pointed to the Fairy Tail emblem tattooed on his back, and addressed Ido.
"So it's Senior Rob."
Ido gazed at the Fairy Tail emblem, which still shone brightly despite being covered in dust, and his pupils trembled slightly. He immediately addressed Rob respectfully as "senpai" (senior).
"I dare not accept your words, senior. In terms of magical skill, you should be considered my senior."
Rob shook his head. The way he looked at Ido was as if he were looking at the future of Fairy Tail, a rising star of hope in the magical world of Ishgar.
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