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

Chapter 133 The Cicada Awaits

At such high speeds, the sea surface would be like a hard concrete surface, enough to shatter a person into pieces.

Weiss coldly believed that if those people couldn't solve the problem, then let them fend for themselves.

He quickly turned his attention back to the fierce battle between Gerald and Erza.

At this point, Erza had completely gained the upper hand, and every attack she made forced Jellal to defend with all his might.

Gerald could only barely parry, and had no power to retaliate.

"How malicious! They still won't reveal their true strength?"

As an observer, Wes was well aware that Jellal was actually stalling for time, using only dark magic to fight Erza, and was unwilling to reveal his true strength.

As Erza held her sword to Jellal's neck, she gave him one last plea: "You've lost, Jellal! Your scheme has been exposed. Stop!"

Jellal's eyes dimmed. "Still as gentle as ever, Erza... But it's all too late."

"It's not too late!" Erza was unwilling to give up on her childhood companion, firmly believing that Jellal was essentially a kind and brave person.

"Erza..." Jellal suddenly raised his hand, gently stroking Erza's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "It's all over. I won!!"

When he said the last sentence, Gerald's voice turned into a wild laugh, and his originally cold face now appeared twisted and crazed.

Erza froze, then realized she'd been tricked. "Jeral! You're the only one I will never forgive!" In her rage, she raised her sword to behead Jellal.

Gerald stopped pretending and flicked his finger, sending Erza's longsword flying.

To Erza's astonishment, Jellal calmly sat back on his throne, pointing one finger to the sky.

"Erza, you've become so oblivious! Don't you sense that something is about to happen?"

Erza looked up at the sky, and what she saw before her was unbelievable! A huge magic circle appeared in the sky, nurturing a terrifying power.

"What is this?"

Erza had never seen such terrifying magic.

Wes's expression also turned serious. He stood up and stared intently at the magic circle in the sky.

Only by personally experiencing the power of "Magical Spirit Power" can one understand the true meaning of this power.

Cold sweat beaded on Wes's forehead: "Is this the Edilio who's said to be capable of destroying a country?"

"Doesn't someone already know this?"

Jellal seemed detached, sitting comfortably on his throne, oblivious to the imminent threat, and explained "magical spirit power" to Erza.

Just as Erza was questioning why the council would launch such a terrifying attack, Wes suddenly exclaimed, "It's here!"

Upon hearing this, Erza and Jellal both looked up at the sky.

Erza's eyes were filled with terror and resentment, while Jellal looked on with anticipation.

Wes knew everything but showed no sign of panic.

The magic circle in the sky suddenly stopped rotating, and the air instantly became unusually quiet, as if even time had stood still.

It was a deathly silence.

"boom!!"

With a deafening roar, the attack from the sky engulfed the entire Tower of Paradise.

The aftershocks of the attack unleashed towering waves that trembled the sky, and the sea surged wildly, swallowing up the surrounding ships one by one.

When the attack ended and the smoke cleared, the Tower of Paradise still stood tall.

"Ha~ha~ha~" Gerald covered his face and laughed wildly, his voice echoing in the wind, "Finally, it can begin! Zeref is about to be resurrected!"

Wes removed the magical barrier and stood on a transparent crystal floor.

He could clearly sense the magic contained within it. Although this magic seemed insignificant to him, the entire Tower of Paradise had been completely transformed into this highly concentrated magic crystal, reaching a height of a hundred meters, crystal clear, like a giant gemstone.

Just then, a person who looked exactly like Gerald appeared in front of everyone.

However, the tattoo on this person's face was in the opposite position, and he was also dressed in white.

Erza saw a glimmer of hope: "Zekrein! Stop Jellal!"

"Idiot," Wes couldn't help but mutter, "Didn't you realize this is a person?"

"You're so naive it's laughable," Gerald replied sarcastically, a cold smile playing on his lips.

In a burst of light, Zekrein's body gradually merged with Gerald's, eventually becoming completely integrated into Gerald's body.

Gerald's physical strength and magical power have been restored to their peak.

He stood up, moved his body slightly, and his joints made a crisp sound.

Then, Jellal's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was in front of Erza.

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

Before Erza could react, Gerald had already landed a heavy punch on her abdomen.

Erza curled up on the ground in agony, her face pale and cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

Weiss dialed Urtia's number.

"What is it?" Ultear's voice came from the other end. Her voice was soft, and she sounded like she was constantly moving, as if she was hiding from someone.

"Is it not the right time?"

"My identity has been exposed, and I am fleeing the council." Ultear's voice sounded very calm.

"I don't understand my purpose here. Even without me, Gerald's plan can proceed smoothly." Wes asked the most crucial question directly.

"It's just a test, a test to see if you're a mole planted by the council."

Urutia told him the truth.

"And the result?"

"Obviously, you are not," Urudia replied briefly.

"Then what is your purpose in building the R system?"

"There has never been a successful case of building the R system in history, which Lord Hass considers a great pity."

"Actually, we didn't have a specific purpose in building the R system; we just wanted to try something out because we had this opportunity."

Weiss understood. They built the R system not out of any specific strategic need, but simply because they had this opportunity and were trying it out.

After all, Hades was Zeref's disciple, and he greatly admired his teacher.

Perhaps it's out of nostalgia, perhaps it's out of respect; in any case, there's no particular purpose.

"I see. Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"What do you want to do?" Urutia became alert instantly.

"You've already abandoned Gerald and the R system, haven't you?"

As Weiss spoke, he stretched his body.

Just doing it like that isn't his style.

(End of this chapter)