Fairy Tail: I don't want to be the president

Chapter 335 Exhaustion
"Crown of Embers, Crown of Insight!"

Although I don’t know what’s going on with the president, I’ll just put the halo on him first.

The other three places for the Crown of Ashes will be given to the seriously injured first, which will at least make them feel better.

"Lucy, are you okay?"

"Well, Mr. Rhodes and Miss Mira saved me. I'm sorry..."

The two sides were not on the same channel, but the questions and answers were surprisingly consistent.

Mira asked anxiously: "What's going on, President?"

Erza couldn't say it.

"Let's talk about it later." Rhodes said, "Elfman, take the president to Grandma Polyusica, immediately."

Rhodes called Hexie over and asked Elfman to go up.

"Be a man!" Elfman didn't say anything else and urged Hexie to hurry up.

Although he looks like a rough guy, he is actually very good at taking care of people. The president can rest assured in letting him take care of the people.

"The two most seriously injured, come up here." Rod pushed Thor and Juvia down, "Kana, you go and take care of them."

"it is good."

The two river crabs ran away carrying the seriously injured, and the others only needed to retreat step by step.

The lightly wounded walked in front, followed by the more seriously wounded, and protected by a few more reliable ones on the left and right, such as Makao and Wakaba, Arzak and Bisca.

Natsu, Gray, Loki and other most capable fighters were the rear guard.

At this time, Loki couldn't even take care of his 'Rodophobia' and 'Lucyphobia'.

Thor and Juvia, who had not yet woken up, were asked to carry them. In case anything happened, they could be used as hostages or shields, as long as they could protect their companions.

As for the pursuers behind them, the twelve razor-beaked birds were the first to reach their heads, and feather flying knives were thrown down one after another, and many people were hit and fell to the ground.

The magic frog jumps and hops, and when it reaches a suitable distance, it spits venom. People who are more alert can dodge it, or take off their clothes immediately after they are stained with the venom. People who are less alert can only scream.

The shadow wolves pounced into the crowd, and given their size, they would suffer even if they were just hit.

Stone beetles emerged from the ground, tripping people from time to time or dragging them into the soil.

Not all of Phantom's people are fools. After being caught off guard by the first wave of attacks, they immediately organized a counterattack and the wild monsters began to lose people.

but……

A huge purple monster rushed into the crowd at lightning speed, and more than twenty people took off on the spot. The counterattack rhythm that had just been organized was immediately disrupted.

More importantly, the monster crashed into the crowd, and the morale of the ghosts was greatly affected. The closer people were to it, the more they could feel the terrifying force of the collision. Even if they were not hit, they were almost blown down by the wind.

Magic bullets, swords, fists and feet landed on the Rift Herald, making a series of muffled sounds. Perhaps they had an effect, but it was not visible to the naked eye.

The vanguard simply wagged its tail unhappily, and several people were immediately swept out.

To make matters worse, there are two golems and two tree monsters behind them.

Although they are smaller than the Vanguard, in this situation, the four monsters walking side by side are too oppressive.

Plus the endless stream of void worms jumping over...

Who, who just called the beast tamer? Who just laughed at the goblin strategist? If he comes, you guys should go for it!

Does the word "military advisor" emphasize "army" rather than "division"?
Erza changed into the Heavenly Wheel Armor and shot hundreds of swords at the phantoms in one breath.

Mira received the Soul of Satan and fired black magic balls at the enemy one after another.

The last bit of courage of the Phantom members also disappeared.

“Monster…Monster!”

"Why do the more we kill the bugs, the more they appear?"

"Attacking doesn't work at all!"

The pursuit quickly turned into a rout. The officers did not come because they had other plans, and they were unable to deal with these monsters.

There were nearly two hundred people when they arrived, but only a few dozen escaped, and the rest were scattered on the wild ground by the roadside.

Most of the wild monsters disappeared, and before the red and blue disappeared, they gave the three people double buffs respectively.

Two stone beetles stayed behind, carried the three people, and headed towards everyone.

……

Erza and Mira went straight back to the guild, where they were needed to calm people down.

Rod went to the East Forest Tree House, as the president might need his help with treatment.

As soon as he reached the door, Rod saw Elfman being kicked out.

Before the door closed, Rhodes rushed forward: "Mother-in-law, how is the president?"

Polyusicaa threw the broom in her hand into the corner and turned into the house.

This meant that he was allowed to go in, so Rhodes hurriedly followed.

Elfman scratched the back of his head and stood waiting at the door. He felt that he was being treated differently.

The president, who usually looked amiable, was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

Today was the first time Rhode saw the old man so weak. He could easily cast a powerful defensive magic and could transform into a giant and carry them for a walk at any time...

"It's wind magic, and the effect is 'drain'. It's a terrible magic that can cause a large loss of magic power in a short period of time."

Polyusica started talking about the illness and its cause. "For a wizard, magic power is like the source of life. The more powerful a person is, the more painful it will be when it dries up."

She was so angry that she wanted to slap Makarov again: "This idiot is just like that. He is old but still acts like a fool when he was young. He only causes trouble for others!"

Rhode automatically filtered out the words of Grandma Polyusica complaining about the president. This symptom sounded familiar to him:

"Is it a magic power deficiency? Does that mean that as long as the magic power is restored, the president will be fine?"

"It's not that simple, but it does help his body recover, and at least it can alleviate the pain..."

Polyusica glanced at Rhodes. She had some understanding of his abilities. "I see his magic power has recovered a lot. Did you do this?"

"Yes!" Rhode was happy. So restoring magic power was useful, and the Crown of Insight had already helped the president relieve a lot of pain? This was the best news so far!
"Receive Blue Carved Golem, Crown of Insight!"

There was limited space in the tree house, so receiving was more appropriate than summoning. But even so, Rhodes' head still hit the lamp above his head.

Polyusica picked up the broom and hit him twice. Rhodes smiled and untransformed to apologize to his mother-in-law.

Without the hard stone 'armor', Polyusica stopped fighting and complained:

"Really? Even you are so reckless. He even wanted you to take over. You panic like this over a small matter. Can you really take care of that troublesome guild in the future?"

Rhodes was stunned: "Is that what the president thinks?"

Polyuska didn't want to pay attention to him, but seeing Makarov's sickly appearance, she couldn't help but soften her heart:

"He has been considering the next generation of president candidates, but you are still far from being qualified."

I've only been here for a year, and I'm not strong enough. It's too...

This guild is really messy in everything it does, even something as important as electing a president is so messed up.

Rhodes took a deep breath: "I know."

If the old man wants a calm and steady successor, then work in that direction.

"The president's vision is not wrong. He has good abilities and a good character. I won't let him down. But..."

Rhode smiled and said, "It would be better for him to stay in the position of president for another hundred years. He has more experience in writing self-criticisms."

“I don’t want to be the president.”

(End of this chapter)