Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

Natsu was surrounded by a scattering of soldiers lying haphazardly on the ground.

He raised his head and let out a long roar.

"Not a single one who can fight?!"

The minions of the Demon Heart felt their legs go weak and took a shaky half-step back.

They could barely hold onto their weapons; the pink-haired Dragon Slayer Mage in front of them was a monster, having taken down over twenty people without even breaking a sweat.

Zancro swaggered over, mimicking Gao Qisheng's gait, his shoulders swaying, his chin held high, exuding an arrogant "I'm the best in the world" vibe.

"A bunch of useless trash, you can't even take down a Dragon Slayer Mage, get lost!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers felt as if they had been granted a pardon and retreated in a chaotic mass, wishing they had more legs.

Finally, we don't have to fight this monster anymore. Let whoever wants to fight it do it.

I don't know which clueless soldier muttered something during the retreat.

"Great, the Fairy Tail mages are too strong, we can't beat them at all."

The sound wasn't loud, but Zancrown had very sharp ears.

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the area, his gaze fixed on the henchman like a knife.

"What were you just talking about?"

The soldiers trembled at the look in his eyes, obediently repeating what they had just said, with an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

They didn't think it was anything shameful. Fairy Tail mages were indeed strong, and if they couldn't beat them, they just couldn't beat them.

Zancrown's expression gradually darkened.

In his heart, Hades was the god of the present world, and the Heart of the Demon was the strongest guild in the world, without exception.

Now, his own underlings are praising other guilds to his face?

This is even more painful than slapping him in the face.

"ha?"

Zancro flicked his right hand, and a ball of black flame shot out without warning.

The flames fell into the pile of soldiers and exploded instantly, black flames surging, and several soldiers were engulfed before they could even scream.

"You mere trash, yet you fear a mere Dragon Slayer Mage? What use are you!"

Natsu and Happy both widened their eyes at the same time.

Harpy forgot to flap his wings and almost fell from mid-air.

Natsu's mouth was agape, and he didn't immediately realize what he was seeing.

Wasn't the person who just burned one of their own? Right? Not an enemy, right?

It took him a while to confirm this fact.

"What are you doing?! How could you treat your comrade like this?!"

Natsu's voice was filled with genuine anger.

Zancro turned around, his face full of disdain. He spread his hands, his tone full of arrogant self-righteousness.

"There is no guild stronger than the Heart of the Devil. The Heart of the Devil has no need for the weak."

After saying that, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, the laughter sharp and piercing, echoing through the woods.

His mental state, how should I put it, was so beautiful that it made you want to stay away from him.

Natsu clenched his fists.

"Do we not need the weak?"

"Yes, waste should be cleaned up."

"Someone like you..."

Natsu took a deep breath, sparks flying from his mouth.

He didn't want to waste his breath; reasoning with this kind of person was a complete waste of time.

"I'll let you talk all you want!"

He suddenly opened his mouth and unleashed a fiery roar.

"Roar of the Fire Dragon!"

A blazing pillar of fire tore through the air, the temperature so high that the surrounding vegetation instantly withered, and the orange-red flames surged toward Zankro.

Zancro stood motionless.

The moment the flames rushed towards him, he opened his mouth.

Like slurping noodles, it swallowed the entire ball of fire, enough to burn down a street, completely. Not a single wisp was left.

He licked his lips, a look of enjoyment on his face.

"It tastes good."

Natsu was taken aback.

This guy can eat fire?

"Feel the flames of a god, surpassing even dragons!"

Zancro took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and a black light surged from deep within his throat.

[The Roar of the Flame God]

A jet-black pillar of fire, a full circle larger than Natsu's previous flames, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, hurtled towards Natsu.

Natsu smirked.

Eating fire? Anyone can do that.

He opened his mouth wide, aimed at the oncoming black flames, and took a bite.

however.

The moment the flame entered his mouth, Natsu's expression changed.

It's not hot.

It hurts.

The pain burned from my mouth all the way down my throat and then spread to my internal organs.

The black flames were not absorbed by him; instead, they rampaged through his body, scorching every inch of the surface they touched.

"Whoa!"

Natsu was blasted away by the black flames and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, the remaining black flames on his body still sizzling.

This was the first time in a long time that Natsu had experienced the feeling of being burned by flames.

"I... I can't swallow this flame."

Harpy flew to his side, frantically waving his paws.

"Natsu! Are you alright?"

"What kind of ghost fire is this...?"

Even Harpy was surprised.

Having been with Natsu for so long, it had never seen any kind of flame that could harm Natsu.

Fire is food to Natsu, so how can food turn around and bite people?

Zankro was overjoyed to see Natsu's disheveled state.

He strode closer with an air of indifference, looking down at Natsu, who was kneeling on the ground.

Are you curious?

He opened his palm, and a ball of black flame burned quietly in his palm.

"You Dragon Slayer Mages can only devour the flames of dragons. But my flames are the flames of gods, they are black, and they are completely different from the garbage you've eaten before."

Zancro played with the black flame in his palm, his tone full of boasting, and he deliberately emphasized the word "god" when he said it.

"I can absorb your dragon fire to become stronger, but you are powerless against my divine fire. There is an insurmountable gap between us!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes burning with a fanatical adoration for Hades.

"Lord Hades is the god of this world! This flame of mine is a power bestowed upon me by the god! Dragon Slayer Mage? Hahahaha, what are dragons before the god!"

Natsu got up from the ground, his eyes showing no fear, only an ever-growing fighting spirit.

"What are you babbling about?!"

Flames reignited on Natsu's fists, and with a powerful leap, he transformed into a red blur, rushing towards Zankro in a single stride.

A fist engulfed in flames slammed into Zankro's face with a whooshing sound.

Zancro raised his arm and steadily blocked the punch.

Flames exploded on his arm, but he didn't even flinch.

[The Flame God’s Explosive Flame]

He punched Natsu in the stomach with a backhand.

Black flames exploded on his fist, the impact bending Natsu into a bent-over shape.

Natsu gritted his teeth and refused to let himself fly away, instead gripping Zankro's shoulder tightly.

【The Fire Dragon's Sword Horn】

He raised his leg, his knee engulfed in flames, and slammed it hard into Zankro's abdomen.

boom!

That hit him squarely.

But Zancro showed no sign of pain; in fact, he even had a smile on his lips, as if someone else had taken the knee.

"it's useless."

[The Fire God’s Giant Hammer]

He clasped his hands together, and black flames condensed wildly between his palms, instantly forming a huge black flame hammer.

The hammer was raised above his head and brought down with the force of Mount Tai crashing down.

Natsu had no time to dodge and was sent flying.

He tumbled several times in the air, crashed heavily to the ground, and rolled a long way away.

The black flames clung to him like maggots, impossible to shake off or extinguish, continuously burning his skin.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Natsu screamed in pain, rolling around on the ground, trying to extinguish the black flames.

But the fire burned brighter and brighter, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

Harpy was pacing anxiously nearby.

"Natsu! Use water! Use soil! Anything will do!"

"No! I must swallow it!"

Natsu gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and opened his mouth again, swallowing the ball of black flame.

He simply refused to believe in such superstitions.

Fire is fire, why can't he swallow it?

However, problems arose after the black flames entered the body.

Natsu already possessed the fire of a fire dragon within his body, and the two flames immediately began to clash upon contact.

Dragon flames and black flames fought fiercely within his body, and the intense rejection reaction made Natsu feel as if he were being torn apart from the inside.

"Ugh..."

He clutched his stomach, veins bulging on his forehead, and large beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Just then.

A wisp of blue flame quietly appeared inside Natsu's body.

It wasn't as violent as Dragon Flame, nor as domineering as Divine Fire; it quietly squeezed into the melee between the two flames.