Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

On the second day of the competition, the sky was clear and the sun was shining on the field.

At the edge of the sky above the arena, countless imperial magic guards and imperial knights were patrolling the field.

At this time, the audience seats were already full of people, and the air was filled with tension and excitement.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the square, looking forward to the appearance of today's heavyweight players.

"Hello, friends in the audience! And all the people of Ishgar who watched the game through the magic crystal of the event, everyone!"

The voice of the nut-headed commentator seemed to fall from the sky, with irrepressible excitement and excitement.

"Hello, everyone." Yajima took over the conversation, his tone was as steady as ever, and his voice revealed a sophisticated calmness.

The cat brother on the side waved his paw helplessly, still recalling Hal's instructions yesterday:

"I'm giving you a holiday to watch the game commentary, not to let you talk nonsense! Keep an eye on the competition venue, maybe there will be mysterious people from the future causing trouble."

"Meow, I'm just a cat, even watching the game has to work part-time! The days of being a cat minister can't make me a model worker!"

The cat brother muttered angrily, protesting in his heart.

"Okay! Let's welcome the first game of the second day of the Great Magic Fighting Exercise - Fairy Tail S vs. Sword Bite Tiger!!"

"Oh!!!!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of cheers swept the entire arena.

"Hahahaha, Fairy Tail! Here I go!"

A confident low laugh sounded at the entrance of the stadium, and then a burly figure walked out of the shadows.

The man was naked to the waist, revealing strong muscles, and complex black lightning runes were engraved on his chest.

His arms were wrapped in black arm armor, which was engraved with lightning patterns and faintly flowing between them.

He had several thick ethnic necklaces hanging around his neck, as if symbolizing some mysterious belief in thunder.

This man was none other than Oruga of the Sword-biting Tiger, the Thunder God-killer.

His black hair, which was dyed with lightning, stood up high, as if it was ready to explode at any time.

He stepped into the arena, his eyes swept across the arena like a blade, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on! Let me see who will be my Thunder God-killer's opponent!" His voice was low and cold, with a thunderous shock.

In the audience, Laxus was already rubbing his hands, and shouted with some interest: "Oh? Thunder God Destroyer? Interesting!"

However, before Laxus finished speaking, a thunderous shout suddenly came from the sky above the stadium:

"Old man! It's time to go on stage!" Makarov's voice was like thunder, shaking the whole stadium.

In an instant, before the audience could react, they felt an overwhelming wave of magic power coming from afar.

The light and shadow seemed to be distorted, and the earth was shaking slightly.

The next moment, a huge figure fell from the sky and landed heavily in the center of the stadium, raising a cloud of dust.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, dust flew, and Makarov stood proudly in the center of the stadium like a giant.

His body was huge, as unshakable as a mountain, and he was wrapped in golden magic power, and his pressure was radiating, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly.

"I'm here!" Makarov's voice was as deafening as a bell, and his huge body stood in the center of the field.

His slightly old face was filled with indescribable majesty and confidence, as if the earth was bowing down to him.

In the audience, there was a burst of exclamations: "Oh!!

It's a giant!!! It's Lord Makarov!!!" The nut-headed commentator was so excited that his voice was hoarse.

Even Mr. Yajima, who was always calm, widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Little Pony?! What's going on!"

Cat brother swallowed his saliva and was so surprised that he couldn't speak: "Fuck!!"

The members of Fairy Tail were even more confused.

Laxus looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, looking extremely shocked: "What's going on?"

Gildarts covered his face helplessly and shook his head: "I can still remember what the old man said when he was drunk..."

Kana was a little worried: "The president is almost ninety years old, is it really okay to be so silly?"

Gildarts pondered for a while and sighed softly: "It's hard to say... But after waking up, the old man's magic power is stronger than before, even I can't see through it."

For seven years, Hal used life magic to continuously repair Makarov's hidden injuries, making his magic power even stronger.

Today, Makarov has stood at the top of Ishgar, with magic power comparable to that of the lower members of the Twelve Shields.

On the field, Makarov's giant figure is like an unshakable mountain, and his golden magic power is like a golden mountain.Wrapped around him, the air around him seemed to tremble with his every move.

"Come on!" His thunderous voice echoed throughout the arena, full of unquestionable majesty.

In the distant city of Kurokas, thousands of people who watched the game remotely through the magic crystal were also shocked by this terrifying momentum.

Even across the screen, one could feel the tsunami-like oppression.

In the audience of the Empire team, Hal, Ultear, Jellal and Cobra sat side by side in a row of chairs, with different expressions.

Hal leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, pinching his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "How did the old man... run up there."

Ultear leaned back casually on the chair, crossed her legs, stretched, and said with a hint of ridicule at the corner of her mouth: "Well, it seems that there is no violation of the rules of the game, Hal~"

Cobra was half lying on the chair, with his hands behind his head, and a sly smile. The snake's pupils flashed with excitement and bloodthirstiness, and he looked extremely relaxed. He looked excited and stared at Makarov on the field: "Things are getting interesting."

Jellard was still as steady as a rock, with his arms folded, seemingly calm, but his eyes revealed some expectations.

In the center of the field, Oruga's face was pale, as if he had already foreseen the horror that he was about to face.

"Makarov?!!!?" Oruga stood in place, and the lightning on his body involuntarily shrank back, and his heart was filled with deep despair.