The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 124 The Ten Wizard Saints

The next morning, Wes arrived at the forest outside the city as promised, standing quietly in the white mist, like a silent statue.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the mist, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the east.

Soon after, two figures, one tall and one short, gradually emerged from the mist.

The shorter one is Makarov, the guild master of Fairy Tail, while the taller one is Poriuska, a highly skilled healing magician and also Makarov's friend from his youth.

Although she abhorred human conflict and thus chose to live in seclusion in a small cabin deep in the forests east of Magnolia, she never refused Makarov's request.

She is a stubborn old woman with a soft heart.

Upon seeing the two, Wes bowed politely and greeted them, "Good morning, both of you."

Makarov and Poryusika carefully examined the young man before them.

"Young people these days are really something else."

"They actually managed to capture Erza alive."

Makarov stroked his gray beard, his tone devoid of any anger, but his sharp eyes remained fixed on Wes.

Faced with this situation, Wes calmly replied, "President Makarov, please rest assured, Erza is not in any danger. I did this simply to exchange her for something with you, and I do not wish to become Fairy Tail's mortal enemy."

Makarov merely snorted in response, then tossed a box he was carrying to Wes.

Wes caught the box steadily, opened it, and carefully inspected the books inside. After confirming that everything was in order, he smiled with satisfaction.

The books in the box were all works on magical theory, without any actual magical content, which was exactly the information Wes needed.

"As expected of Fairy Tail, these magical theories and research materials on magic are priceless."

After carefully putting away the precious books, Weiss...

Although Makarov was anxious inside, he remained calm on the surface and did not urge Wes, but simply stood quietly and waited.

Wes didn't delay. He raised his wand and pointed it at the open space in the middle. With a flash of light, the "Iron Maiden" device fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto the open space with a "thud, thud".

Then, the iron gate slowly opened, and Erza fell helplessly to the ground. Immediately afterward, the device disappeared into thin air.

"Erza!" The usually calm and collected Makarov lost his composure and rushed to Erza, helping her up.

"President~~" Erza's voice sounded unusually weak, and blood was still seeping from many of her wounds.

Makarov urgently called for Polyusika to come and heal Erza: "Come quickly and see Erza!"

Poliuska carefully examined Erza's physical condition.

"It's nothing serious, just weakness from depleted magic power, plus some superficial injuries."

As she spoke, Poryusica sniffed the lingering scent on Erza's body. "Also, she took a strong sleeping pill. With a few days of rest, she'll be fully recovered."

Weiss witnessed all of this and was impressed by Poliusica's professionalism and efficiency.

Within seconds, she had accurately assessed Erza's injuries, which made him take notice of the healer's skill.

Upon hearing Polyusica's diagnosis, Makarov finally relaxed and entrusted Erza to Polyusica with peace of mind.

Poryusika sighed softly, helped Erza up, and turned to leave.

"President, be careful, this guy is not simple." Even though Erza was weak, she still reminded Makarov to be careful before leaving.

Makarov nodded without saying anything, simply watching the direction the two had left in until their figures completely disappeared from sight before turning around to face Wes.

"I haven't been this angry in a long time!" Makarov's face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression, but one could feel the anger contained within.

"Then let it all out. I also want to see the power of the 'Ten Wizard Saints'."

Wes was already prepared for the battle.

As his anger flared, Makarov's body underwent an astonishing transformation.

His originally short and thin body began to swell, with explosive muscles bulging out, transforming him into a muscular giant three meters tall.

This is not just a change in appearance, but a leap in strength.

As soon as he swung his fist, which was bigger than a clay pot, the air was torn apart, and a violent gust of wind immediately arose.

Faced with such an attack, Wes dared not be careless in the slightest. He used teleportation to appear behind Makarov and simultaneously launched five burning fireballs, which shot directly at Makarov's back.

However, Makarov displayed an agility completely disproportionate to his massive size, twisting his body and meeting the fireballs with a huge palm.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

With a "snap," the five fireballs were easily neutralized the moment they touched Makarov's palm.

Not only have their strength and speed been significantly improved, but their defensive capabilities have also reached an unbelievable level.

This person is a powerful figure who became one of the "Ten Wizards" by using "Gigantification Magic".

He raised his right foot and shouted, "Axe chop!"

His right foot transformed into a giant battle axe, slashing fiercely at Wes with a whooshing sound.

Wes used teleportation again to dodge the attack.

A glint flashed in Makarov's eyes; he had anticipated Wes's teleportation ability.

Instead, he twisted his waist and unleashed a powerful punch directly behind him, shouting, "Giant's Fist Bone!"

This punch contained all of Makarov's power and momentum. He was confident that even the most powerful magical beast would be shattered by this blow.

Wes had just teleported behind Makarov when he saw a huge fist covering his entire field of vision, almost impossible to avoid.

Although Weiss realized that Makarov had anticipated his movements, he did not choose to use teleportation to avoid this direct confrontation.

Instead, he decided to use his own strength to directly counter Makarov's powerful offensive.

"Obstacles are numerous."

Ten layers of rock barriers appeared out of thin air, briefly halting Makarov's giant fist, which was capable of crushing everything.

But this is only the beginning.

Wes stood firmly on the ground, and a violent tremor occurred beneath his feet. A rock fist, even larger than Makarov's Giant Fist, rose from the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Two enormous fists met in mid-air and collided with a deafening sound.

(End of this chapter)