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

The scorched earth of the Blackbone Mountains still smelled of sulfur from the explosions. The valley floor, which was originally covered with strange rocks and low shrubs, had been bombarded so badly that it was more than three meters deep, and not a single intact rock could be found.

Riyao stood in the very center of the pit, his clothes already torn to shreds by the explosion.

The golden fairy tail emblem on the left chest flickered between light and shadow, with some charred bits still clinging to the edges.

He looked up at Nirdor Lonra, who was floating fifty meters in the air, flapping his dark purple bone wings. He almost ground his back teeth to dust, and after holding it in for a long time, he could only manage a long sigh.

"Damn, I can't hit them, and I can't run away. I'm basically a super-resilient moving target."

Riyao suddenly realized something.

His eyes lit up, and a wicked idea immediately popped into his head. He decisively withdrew the magic supply from "Hundred Battles".

The golden patterns that had covered his body receded like the tide and disappeared into the guild emblem on his left chest.

The once gleaming gold emblem instantly dimmed to a pale gold, and his face paled eight shades in an instant. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hunched over.

He looked like he'd had his bones removed, and his acting was more convincing than if he'd actually lost all his magic.

He simply sat down on the gravel-strewn ground, stretched his legs out in front of him, slumped like a melted piece of candy, and waved his hand listlessly.

"I'm tired, I'm tired. Do whatever you want."

As she spoke, she glanced up at Nildo in mid-air and deliberately pursed her lips to provoke him.

"Hey you filthy bird, come on, tie me up and take me away. I'm not even resisting, and you're too scared to come down and tie me up. You definitely have some kind of problem, emmm, you really do have a 'problem'. The feathers on your wings are all puffed up and look so ugly it's an eyesore."

As expected, Nirdor Lonra stopped flapping his wings and hovered forty meters above the ground, his metallic face so wrinkled it could trap a fly.

He had been fighting this kid for almost three hours, and had used up 30% of his magic power. The other guy was lively and energetic before, so how did he suddenly lie down?

Is it a trap? Absolutely a trap!

He frowned, not daring to move an inch further, his mind racing, wondering if Riyao was up to some wicked trick to drag him down.

Riyao casually picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground and tossed it lightly toward him.

The stone was soft and limp, without even a trace of magical energy attached to it. It flew for less than twenty meters before losing its strength and falling off, grazing the tip of Nildor's wing.

Nildor Longra instinctively raised his wing to block, and the stone shattered into pieces with a "crack," without even knocking off a single feather from his wing.

Oh? The magic really ran out? A surge of joy filled my heart, and the weight that had been hanging over me instantly lifted.

He had been on guard against the other party using some kind of trick involving tree roots and vines, but now it seemed they really couldn't hold on any longer. After all, even the strongest self-healing magic would run out after three hours.

He immediately grinned maliciously, flapped his bone wings and fell more than ten meters down. He had already formed a binding spell on his fingertips, preparing to go down and tie up this perfect container to present to Lord Zeref.

Just as he was less than twenty meters from the ground and his mind was already conjuring up images of fulfilling his long-cherished wish, a loud shout suddenly erupted from behind the rocks to his side.

"Roar of the Thunder Dragon!"

A golden bolt of lightning roared, carrying a violent force capable of splitting rocks, and slammed down on Nildor!

The speed was as fast as a flash of lightning. Nildor's attention was entirely focused on Sunbeam below, and he had no time to react. He only managed to turn to the side, and his entire left wing took the hit squarely.

"Click"

The dark purple bone wings were instantly blasted to pieces by the lightning, and charred feathers fell down with sparks. Nirdoo screamed in pain.

Magic immediately went awry, and she fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Riyue, which had been waiting for this moment, would not let this opportunity slip by.

The boy, who had been sprawled on the ground like a limp shrimp, suddenly sprang up, shattering the rock beneath his feet into powder.

He shot up more than twenty meters like a cannonball, and precisely grabbed Nildor's metal-modified ankle.

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Riyao laughed wildly as he swung the weapon, "You had a good time throwing those exploding feathers, didn't you?"

He swung with increasing vigor, each swing stronger than the last: "Fly? Keep flying! Didn't you want to grab me and use me as a container? Come on, Grandpa's standing right here for you to grab!"

The dull thuds echoed through the valley like pile drivers. Nildor, whose wing had already been destroyed, was now being swung around so much that he was completely disoriented and couldn't even scream.

"Useless! It takes three hours to fight a half-human, half-ghost bird. Aren't you ashamed?"

An annoying voice came from the side. Laxus emerged from behind the rocks, half an apple dangling from his mouth. His short, golden hair still crackled with lingering lightning. He carried a leather bag containing the commission payment in his arms, with his other hand in his pocket. He had an arrogant look on his face that said, "I was just passing by and happened to save you."

Riyao didn't stop what he was doing; he swung Neildo around twice more before finally turning around to confront him.

"You have the nerve to say that? I've been getting bombed here for three hours, and you've been sitting on the sidelines watching the show for three hours, right? I saw you deliberately miss your shot while you were yelling just now! Were you planning to wait until I was worn down before coming out to steal the kill?"

"Hmph," Laxus took a bite of the apple, making a crisp crunching sound.

"This commission involves the Dark Guild, and the Council has just been upgraded to S-rank."

"Laxus, you're not an S-class mage either."

"The old man called members from the neighborhood for help."

As he spoke, he raised his chin, gesturing towards the nearly mushy Neildo in Riyao's hands.

"That's enough. Any more and he'll be mincemeat. The council wants to question him alive, saying they want to interrogate him about his relationship with Zeref."

Riyao gave an "oh," casually tossed Nirdor Longra to the ground, stepped on him, activated a jade-green magic circle, and released healing magic to heal about 30% of his health—enough to keep him alive.

Wake him up, keep Nildo Lonra conscious, tie him up with a rope and drag him towards the Council's temporary camp. Shake it off whenever you're unhappy, and shake it off whenever you're happy to celebrate.

"Ah, I really need to find a way to improve my ranged attack methods when I get back, otherwise I'll have to squat on the ground and take a lot of bombing next time I encounter one of these flying monstrous birds."

As he walked, Riyao sighed and raised his hand, making a gesture as if he were throwing an energy blast.

"If all else fails, you could learn to fly. You can't just keep jumping around. Last time I jumped the highest I could and I almost hurt my back."

Laxus, walking beside him with a freshly picked sour wild berry dangling from his mouth, scoffed and coldly tossed out two words: "Useless."

"Hmph~ Useless~"

Sunlight immediately imitated his usual arrogant manner, raising his chin and crossing his arms, pinching his throat to mimic his cold tone and drawing out the sound. While speaking, he deliberately shook his head to imitate Laxus's frowning expression, making him a perfect replica of a tsundere who deserves a beating.

"Hey, you bastard, do you want a beating?"

Laxus looked over.

"Tch, I can't be bothered with you."

Sunshine was swinging Nildor Longra with one hand and pulling up his pants with the other.

Laxus, standing nearby, caught a glimpse of his sunflower-patterned long johns out of the corner of his eye. He paused for two seconds, then burst into a sneer without any mercy, even spitting out the sour wild fruit pit he was holding in his mouth.

"How childish! How old are you to still be wearing floral long johns? Aren't you ashamed?"