Fairy Tail: From Gengar to Super Rayquaza

Chapter 71 Despicable Wizard of Light!

Chapter 71 Despicable Wizard of Light!

Looking at the huge steel snake that stood nearly thirty meters high and radiated metallic light, Balzac, who had transformed into a giant red werewolf, placed the claw of his right hand behind his back secretly, and trembled continuously.

If you look closely, you can see the sharp wolf claws with broken fingertips.

The severe pain made it difficult for Balzac to maintain his expression. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly as he looked at the huge steel snake that Gal had transformed into:

"Receive magic?"

"What kind of monster is this?"

He himself is a wizard who controls monsters.

He knows all the magical beasts in Ishgar continent and even the whole world.

That's just knowing a lot of him.

This kind of magical beast made entirely of steel does not exist in any records.

A body of steel, harder than diamond. How can such a thing exist? What is its internal structure?
Balzac thought about it subconsciously, but put it behind his mind in an instant.

He stared intently at the huge steel snake that was transformed by Gal, thinking about countermeasures.

His Red Blood Wolf has been trained to an A-level magical beast, breaking through racial restrictions. Its sharp claws are capable of splitting mountains and crushing rocks, and can easily tear apart a large shield made of fine iron.

But when he hit the giant steel snake, the tip of its claw was actually broken. With that kind of physical strength, I'm afraid even if he went berserk, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

It just so happens that the Red Blood Wolf itself is named after its frenzy.

Groups of red-blooded wolves went berserk, and even many A-level monsters had to avoid their attacks.

but now
Balzac, transformed into a giant werewolf, looked at the 30-meter-tall steel body and had no idea where to start.

And that’s not all.

The size difference also made it impossible for him to defeat Gar head-on. Balzac cursed inwardly:
"Who collected the information?"

"No one said it could receive magic."

Balzac, who had transformed into a giant werewolf, had no other choice but to form a blood-colored magic ball in his hand and throw it into the air:

"Everyone!"

"Prepare to go berserk! Run!!!"

Yes, just run.

Balzac didn't think he could defeat Gal at all, but as long as he could run out and report the news, the more information the Devil's Heart knew, the more chances it would have to avenge him in the future.

As the blood-colored magic ball rose into the air, blood began to diffuse in the sky, blocking the setting sun. In the eyes of many red wolf-fang wizards and the giant waves they raised, there was only the magic ball that looked like a blood moon.

The infiltrating wolf howls echoed in the valley. The already irritable red-blood wolves began to go crazy. Their bodies swelled, their muscles bulged, and their sharp claws and fangs became thicker and harder.

Just when these frenzied red-blood wolves were about to lose their minds, the magicians with red wolf fangs cast fusion magic and merged with their own frenzied red-blood wolves.

They turned into upright werewolves five or six meters tall, with scarlet madness flashing in their eyes.

Gar looked at Balzac, who looked serious.
"sucker Punch."

The Steelix transformed by Gal has surpassed the original Steelix in size, nearly three times larger, and the same is true for weight and mass.

A werewolf that is more than ten meters tall looks quite scary, but for a werewolf of Gal's size, whose body is made of steel, he would probably suffer comminuted fractures in one blow.

And that’s exactly what Gal did.

Seeing that Balzac himself was also beginning to go berserk and staring at him warily, the body of the giant steel snake that Gal had transformed into twisted and coiled slightly.

boom--! ! !
There was a loud bang and the earth shook.

Balzac's wolf pupils shrank sharply, and the huge steel snake in his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger.
The oncoming impact of the airflow and the cold murderous intent almost made him freeze. Wherever the giant steel snake passed, the ground was torn into a shocking gully. Everything in front of it was shattered, and the hard boulders were as thin as paper.

Accompanied by the unique roar of snakes, the steel snake rushed forward with unrivaled momentum.

All the wolf hair on Balzac's body stood up in shock and he jumped with his legs bent.

Swish!
The whole person jumped high into the air.

There was a rumbling sound on the ground. The nearly thirty-meter-long steel snake crushed everything in front of it unscrupulously. It didn't need to brake at all. Nothing could stop it from moving forward.

Without Balzac as a target, Gal, who had transformed into a giant steel snake, still used inertia to rush forward.

Those four or five meter tall berserk werewolves had no chance to resist at all. They were easily crushed into mud under the extremely heavy body of Steelix. They couldn't even lift their legs to escape.

Phew! Phew!
The sound of flesh and blood exploding under the pressure of steel continued to ring out, and the steel rolled over without any hindrance at all, without even the slightest pause.

Balzac leaped high into the sky, his eyes bloodshot, and his whole body burst into magic:
"asshole!"

"Stop it!!!"

High in the sky, the blood-colored magic power all over Balzac's body surged and condensed on his claws, gradually transforming into tangible blood-colored wolf claws.

As the foot stepped on the ground, a sound explosion was heard in the air.

The huge werewolf transformed by Balzac swooped down and stabbed the head of the steel snake transformed by Gal below with its claws.

Gal, who was rolling forward recklessly below, noticed the movement in the sky.

Controlling the body of the steel snake, he braked suddenly, and the huge snake head twisted back strangely, looking up at Balzac who was swooping down:
"Iron tail."

Looking down from above.

The almost straight body of the giant steel snake that was parked on the ground suddenly twisted and lifted up from the tail. Its body was so soft that it seemed not made of steel, and it swung its tail at the mad giant werewolf that was swooping down.

Snapped!
A whipping sound like thunder rang out.

The huge werewolf swooped down without any pause and was hit by the extremely heavy Steelix's tail.

The sound of bones breaking came from Balzac's body.

Balzac's mind went blank, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was beaten out of his frenzy.

The giant werewolf, more than ten meters tall, was smashed into the rock wall in the valley and sank deeply into it. The madness in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only his dilated and dull pupils, and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

In the sky.

Gengar waved the triangular fork in his hand, and the terrifying mental power swept over, smashing dozens of small bone dragons in the sky, and re-condensed them into more than ten four-meter-high bone dragons, which were then controlled by Gengar's minions.

He swooped down in a predatory posture, pinning down the fleeing frenzied werewolves one by one.

Either they grab them into the sky and throw them down, or they open their huge bone dragon mouth and use their bony teeth that can chew gold and iron to bite down and tear these werewolves into pieces.

Gengar himself was floating in the air.

While watching his younger brothers' actual combat, he raised his trident and shot shadow balls downwards, blasting back the berserk werewolves that no one was chasing.

Haunter and Gastly are still working as porters.

Since they were moving their base, all the property of the Red Fang Guild was on these magic trucks, saving the need for looting. Gastly and Haunter, carrying a lot of things, went into the black hole opened by Gengar.

The massacre continues.

I don’t know how long it took.

Wow! Wow!
There was a sound of stones crunching on the rock wall.

A wolf claw covered in blood stretched out with difficulty and grabbed the outside of the pit, supporting itself to climb out, but it no longer had the strength to fight, and fell to the ground along with the rolling rubble.

Plop.

A giant red werewolf, more than ten meters tall, fell to the ground.

Balzac's body twitched, and he struggled to stand up for a long time. He looked up into the distance, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.

Scattered limbs, an empty carriage, and werewolves dying under the torture of the bone dragon.

All of this showed that they were completely finished.

Balzac's eyes revealed endless hatred, towards Gar, towards the Magic Council, and towards the Devil's Heart.
Balzac looked at the steel snake that Garl had transformed into in the distance. There was no more fear in his eyes, only endless hatred. He growled hoarsely:

"Damn it!!!"

"What idiot would classify a guy like you as an A-class wizard?"

"Idiots! They are all a bunch of idiots!"

"Those guys from the Magic Council! Those guys from the Devil's Heart! Are they all blind?!!!"

Balzac growled and roared, venting his anger.

If he had known that Gar would be so strong, he would have run away the moment he transformed instead of fighting him.

Balzac roared, covered his chest and gasped, looked at Gal and took a deep breath:

"I will undo the fusion and go berserk, and you can take my head."

"Can you let it go?"

After Balzac finished speaking, he heard the low growl of his old friend who had been with him day and night in his head, as if saying that it was not afraid of death.

Balzac shook his head and looked at Gal.

however.

Garl, who had transformed into a giant steel snake, simply said indifferently:
"No."

Balzac cursed inwardly:
"Damn you, the Light Mage."

"It's really inhumane."

Balzac murmured:

"It looks like we're going to die together."

His face showed an expression of living and dying together with his red-blooded giant wolf.

Gar watched Balzac's performance indifferently, his voice unchanged:

"When you massacred the villagers, you didn't seem to leave anyone alive."

Balzac sneered and said:

"I have massacred so many villages, and those spies from the Council watched helplessly."

"Do you really think I don't know someone is watching me?"

"My nose can smell the stench of you light wizards from thousands of meters away."

"Hehehehe, this is all the result of the connivance of your Council."

"Don't you just want to fatten them up before slaughtering them?"

"You're playing this trick on me?"

"I made my fortune by robbing people!"

"In terms of hypocrisy and cruelty, I am not as good as you light wizards."

"If the intelligence is not wrong"

Balzac's tone was full of hatred. They were all a bunch of blind people. Just donate your eyes if you don't need them!
Is this an A-class wizard?

(End of this chapter)

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