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

Sunlight grabbed Brunot's head, dug his fingers into his hair, and lifted him up.

Because of his height, Bruno's legs dragged on the ground, his knees drooping limply, and his toes left two shallow drag marks in the mud.

Riyao glanced down and felt sorry for the legs dragging on the ground, so he kicked them.

Two clicks.

Bruno's legs were broken at the knees, his lower legs dangled unnaturally, and he lost all support.

"That way we won't have to drag it on the floor."

Riyao spoke as if he had done someone a small favor.

"You're so arrogant, acting like you look down on everyone."

Bruno was gripping his head, his face stinging from the dragon's claws, and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

Riyao turned sideways, pulled his right arm back, and assumed a shot put throwing posture.

He took a deep breath, twisted his waist and abdomen, and transmitted power from the soles of his feet to his arms, the blue dragon scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Then he threw Brunot out of the room.

Bruno spun in the air, his body completely out of control, like a cannonball thrown into the woods.

He crashed into the first tree, breaking the trunk in half and sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Then came the second and the third tree, crashing into more than a dozen large trees in one go, each one breaking cleanly and decisively.

Finally, he fell to the ground, his body carving a long furrow in the earth, pushing dirt and gravel to either side.

But he didn't die.

He manipulated gravity, letting his body be pulled by an invisible force, sliding along the ground into the distance.

He has to escape, he absolutely must escape; this guy is not human.

"This guy is a monster!"

Bruno cursed through gritted teeth, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had encountered someone who could move freely within the gravity field. He felt as if he wasn't fighting a human, but rather battling a real dragon.

Sunlight descended from the sky.

They stomped heavily on Brunot, causing the ground to cave in and Brunot to become embedded in the earth.

Riyao crouched down, looking down at him with a smile so bright it sent chills down one's spine.

"Why are you leaving without saying goodbye? That's rude of you!"

Riyao tilted his head, his tone filled with genuine confusion.

"Really, since they've come to our island as guests, I have to extend the best possible hospitality, don't you think?"

Bruno stared at him, his eyes bloodshot.

"you......"

"Don't worry, don't worry, let me check your injury first."

A soft green light emanated from Riyao's hands; it was the radiance of life magic.

"Look at you, how could you be so careless? Look how badly you're hurt."

"Does it hurt here? And here? Oh, it's broken here too. You're so lucky to have met such a professional doctor like me."

"You bastard!"

Bruno gritted his teeth, and a magic circle suddenly appeared in front of him.

The magic circle shone brightly, and a tremendous repulsive force erupted.

Riyao was struck squarely by this force, and his entire body was sent flying. He flew higher and higher into the air, farther and farther away, until he became a small black dot in the sky.

Bruno stared at the direction where the sun had flown away, a wild smile spreading across his face.

"If I can't crush you, can't I at least bounce you away, you bastard?"

He laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed through the woods.

Then he turned around, manipulated gravity to levitate himself, and flew towards the sea.

He has to go find Hades.

Once we reach Lord Hades, we'll be safe.

As for Lustiros, who was still fighting with the Fairy Tail mages, he didn't care.

Each person relies on their own abilities; nobody cares whether you live or die.

at the same time.

Lastiros was also thinking about flying to the sea.

He was surrounded by four people, and then Mirajane and his group arrived. It was a one-against-seven situation, which was too difficult.

He wanted to sneak away during the chaos, hoping that if he could fly to the seaside and meet up with Lord Hades, there would still be a chance for things to turn around.

His winged feet flapped, and his body began to move towards the sea.

"Where do you want to go?"

Mirajane's voice came from directly in front of him.

She appeared before him without him noticing, demon wings unfurled behind her, and her tail swayed slowly behind her.

Lastiros gritted his teeth.

Since we can't escape, let's fight.

He swung his right hand violently, and the shape of his arm began to twist and deform.

【The Manifestation of the Arc - The Black Sword】

His right hand transformed into a massive steel claw sword, its black metal surface gleaming coldly.

He swung his claw sword and ripped it down fiercely at Mirajane in front of him.

The claw sword sliced ​​through Mirajane's body, tearing her in two.

Lastiros was initially pleasantly surprised.

Did you hit it?

Then he immediately realized something was wrong.

The feeling of not hitting the target.

The claw sword clearly sliced ​​through air; Mirajane had no weight at all and wasn't a physical entity.

He soon found out the reason.

Mirajah's figure emerged from the other side; the one from before was merely an afterimage.

She was so fast that Lastiros' eyes couldn't keep up.

[Burning Sky Ink Flame Kill]

Mirajane raised her hand, and jet-black flames erupted from her palm.

A thick pillar of fire, carrying devastating heat, hurtled toward Lastiros.

The ink flame was so black and shiny that just looking at it made one's scalp tingle.

Lastiros had no time to dodge and could only raise his left hand.

His left hand instantly transformed into a giant golden shield.

The shield's surface is engraved with intricate patterns that reflect a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Mo Yan slammed hard into the shield.

The flames did not penetrate the shield, but the impact propelled Lustiros backward several meters.

The ink flames exploded on the shield's surface, sending black sparks flying everywhere.

Lastiros gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the shield trembling.

He felt very hot.

I felt like my left hand was about to be cooked; it felt like my skin was being thrown into boiling water, and every cell was screaming.

He swung his shield sharply, momentarily dispersing the dark flames, and used the opening to dodge to the side.

Just as he dodged, a figure appeared to his side.

Kana.

She held a card in her hand, its surface shimmering with strange magical patterns.

A smile played on her lips, the kind of unrestrained smile that only appears after drinking too much.

Completely pulverized

Kana activates the card.

An invisible force blasted towards Lastiros.

He instinctively turned around and raised his golden shield to block.

The shield couldn't stop it.

The force pierced through the shield, through the bones, and acted directly on his left arm.

His entire left arm vanished before his eyes, not blown off, not chopped off, but disintegrated at the atomic level, leaving not even a trace.

Lastiros gasped.

The arm's severed area was smooth and flat, and the blood hadn't even had a chance to spurt out yet.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and activated Manifestation Arc again. Magic surged, and a new arm grew from the severed wound.

Before he could even catch his breath.

Mirajane was already directly above him, kicking him in the back.

boom!

Lastiros was kicked down, tracing a straight line through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

Gray and the others below were already eager to try.

Juvia pushed with both hands, and a thick stream of water gushed from her palms, shooting straight toward Lastiros.

The water swirled and rolled in the air, like a giant, transparent python.

Gray clasped his hands together, and a chill emanated from his palms.

"Well done, Juvia!"

Gray froze the water and slid across the ice at great speed, holding a long, slender ice sword in his hand.

He slid down to Lastiros, gripped his sword in his right hand, lowered his body, and then suddenly drew his sword.

A flash of light.

Lastiros' left arm was severed again.

This time, because half of his body was frozen, no blood flowed from the cut, and the blood vessels and muscles were sealed by the ice, making the scene look clean and neat.

Levy stood not far away, her quill pen writing rapidly in the air.

Where her pen touched, it left behind luminous traces of words.

[Three-dimensional text·Mountain]

A huge "mountain" character appeared in the air, heavy as a thousand pounds, and pressed down hard on Lastiros.

He was pinned beneath him, his body creaking under the weight, his ribs making a sound of unbearable strain.

Gajeel clasped his hands together, the iron dragon scales on his arms surging, their metallic luster shimmering in the sunlight.

Iron Dragon's Serrated Sword

His hands merged together, transforming into a colossal iron sword.

The iron sword was covered with serrations, which spun wildly, emitting a piercing buzzing sound, like thousands of bees flying around your ear.

Gajeel raised his serrated iron sword and slashed down fiercely at Rastiros, who was pinned down by the character "mountain".

The serrated iron sword, along with the character for "mountain," cleaved half of Lastiros's body in two.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Lastiros opened his mouth in pain, letting out a silent roar.

He could no longer make a sound; only his mouth was open to its limit, and the muscles on his face were contorted to the extreme.

He manifested half of his body once again.

Mirajane raised her hand, and a ball of dark flame condensed in her palm.

She compressed the black flame, and compressed it again, until it was as small as a fist, but its color was so black that it seemed to be able to devour all light.

She flicked her finger.

[Scorching Hell]

The black flame shot towards Lastiros, exploding with a deafening roar the instant it struck him.

A towering pillar of fire shot up from the ground, the black flames churning and twisting, the temperature so high that the surrounding air seemed to boil.

The pillar of fire shot straight into the sky, as if it were burning a hole in the sky.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply.

Gray and the others immediately took off running.

Gajiru was a step too slow, and the lingering heat of the ink flames made his arm turn red. He rubbed his arm, jumping up and down in pain.

"Hot, hot, hot..."

Levy glanced back, quickly wrote the word "water" in the air, and tossed it over.

The cool water poured over Gajeel, soaking him to the bone.

"Can't you be a little gentler! Is this some kind of quenching process?"

"Can't you run faster? You lump of iron!"

Lastiros alone is no match for these guys.

Gray had originally intended to practice on him, but it turned out to be a group fight from beginning to end, and he didn't even get a chance for a one-on-one duel.

He stood to the side, counting on his fingers.

"How many enemies are left?"

He frowned, counting intently, his expression as if he were doing some kind of accounting.