"Everyone, attack together!"
Gildarts' booming Voice rang out like a clarion call. No one held back any longer, unleashing their maximum Magic Power.
Erza's dual Dragon Slaying blades carried the brilliance of Holy Dragon Slayer, slashing out two incredibly sharp arcs of energy.
"Lightning Dragon's Breakdown Fist!" Laxus's fists were entwined with violent lightning serpents.
Mirajane's palms exploded with concentrated dark Magic Power, "Demon Blast!"
"Dragon Slayer's Secret Art: Shiranui Form - Crimson Lotus: Phoenix Blade!"
"Ice and Water Unison Raid: Hailstorm!"
"..."
Currents of various Magic Powers converged, transforming into a devastating storm of energy that completely swallowed Mard Geer's figure.
BOOM—!!!
The deafening explosion leveled half of the clearing in the woods, sending smoke and dust billowing into the Sky.
As the dust slowly cleared, a massive charred crater appeared in the center. Mard Geer was kneeling on one knee at the bottom, covered in charred wounds, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, his aura withered.
Having endured so many attacks, he could still keep his body from falling; Hope, silently watching the battle, was willing to call Mard Geer the King of Tanking.
Unaware that he had gained a new title, Mard Geer coughed violently and looked up. His purple eyes were filled with resentment and malice as he glared at the surrounding Fairy Tail members who were gradually closing in.
"Cough... I didn't expect... to be pushed to this extent..." he said hoarsely, his Voice carrying disbelief.
The Fairy Tail members gathered in a semicircle. Although they were all injured and exhausted from the continuous fighting, their gazes remained sharp, locked onto the enemy at the bottom of the pit.
"It's over, Underworld King."
Erza pointed her blade at Mard Geer, her tone cold. "Your plan to attack Tenrou Island has completely failed."
Mard Geer suddenly chuckled low, his laughter gradually growing louder and filled with madness. "Over? No, this is only the beginning! Plutogrim! Descend!"
A powerful surge of Curse Power rose from him toward the Sky, but what responded to Mard Geer... was a massive amount of monster flesh falling from ten thousand meters above.
One of his trump cards, the giant Plutogrim, was already as dead as could be.
As the monster's remains fell into the distant sea like raindrops, two figures stepped on starlight and descended from the Sky, landing steadily not far from Mard Geer.
It was Silver and Jellal, who had completely destroyed the Tartaros headquarters.
The moment he saw the two, Mard Geer understood they had escaped the control of the Necro Demon. With Silver, who possessed Ice Demon Slayer magic, and Jellal teaming up... it meant the Nine Demon Gates and Hell's Core were finished.
"You two bastards..." Mard Geer's Voice trembled slightly with rage.
Silver didn't pay him any mind, instead meeting Gray's gaze with a shared understanding. Although ten years had passed, blood ties were a wondrous thing.
With just one look, this father and son, who had been separated by life and death, recognized each other.
To Hope's disappointment, after seeing Ur, Gray had used up his quota of tears for the day. Moreover, with so many people present, Gray wouldn't cry for the sake of his pride.
The father and son simply nodded to each other before turning their attention back to Mard Geer.
"You... you... damn humans!"
Blood overflowed from Mard Geer's mouth, the killing intent in his eyes surging as his Curse Power began to compress frantically.
Seeing that the enemy was clearly about to launch some kind of Great Curse, how could the crowd give him a chance to counterattack? However, the speed at which Mard Geer completed his Curse was beyond imagination.
"Be honored. This is the Curse I created to fulfill Lord Zeref's long-cherished wish!"
"Ultimate Curse: Death Memory!"
A large amount of dark purple mist was released, mixed with numerous ghost-like spirits. They were not ghosts, but the lingering regrets of humans previously slaughtered by Mard Geer.
Upon contact, one's spirit would be dragged into nothingness.
Demons were tools created by Zeref for his own suicide, but since even he couldn't break his own immortality, what could the demons do?
So, over these 400 years, to fulfill their creator's wish, Mard Geer took a different approach and developed a terrifying Curse that could completely destroy the target's spirit from the soul.
The large-scale attack seemed endless. Gildarts and the others could barely steady their minds to cope, but weaker companions like Lucy and Levy couldn't resist it.
Even Silver, as a Demon Slayer, couldn't protect everyone under this massive Curse.
Just then, a lazy Voice came from the edge of the battlefield. "So many people fighting one and you still haven't taken him down? Looks like you need to work harder."
Hope and Makarov appeared at the edge of the forest.
Because of Mirajane, everyone already knew that Hope had come to Tenrou Island, so they weren't surprised by his appearance.
Hope glanced at the battlefield and grinned. "Everyone, I didn't get enough of a thrill beating up Hades just now. How about... leaving this guy to me?"
Makarov looked at Mard Geer, who was still tenacious under the siege. Although he wasn't worried, he habitually reminded him: "Be careful. His Curse is very strange. Don't be careless."
"Strange?"
Hope cracked his neck, and Magnetic Field Power began to circulate around his body, emitting a faint hum. "In the face of absolute power, no strangeness is of any use."
He took a step forward, the ground cracking, and his figure shot toward the center of the battlefield like a cannonball—
"I'm definitely stealing this kill!"
"Magnetic Field Rotation! 80,000 Horsepower!"
"Whale Slaying Overlord Fist! UWOOO!"
The phantom of a giant whale emerged once again, sweeping away the Ultimate Curse that had given everyone a headache. Mard Geer suddenly turned his head, only to see a figure tearing through the air at an incredible speed, rapidly enlarging in his vision.
He didn't even have time to fully condense his Curse Power before he was filled with damage by Hope's plain and simple punch.
"Pfft—!"
Mard Geer spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying back uncontrollably. He crashed through seven or eight giant trees before stopping at the seaside, plowing a deep trench in the ground.
Immediately afterward... Mard Geer's body violently exploded in all directions.
Before the fragments could even scatter, they were crushed into nothingness by the Magnetic Field Force Field.
The entire field fell silent for a moment.
Everyone in Fairy Tail, including Natsu, who challenged everyone and everything, and the arrogant Laxus, subconsciously widened their eyes.
Although they knew Hope was strong, this was... too direct, wasn't it?!
The boss that everyone had been raiding for a long time without clearing, this guy comes over and punches him until not even ashes remain. It's too lacking in participation... Under everyone's begrudging gazes, Hope shook his hand. To avoid a repeat of when he blew up Hades, he had actually lowered his power by 20,000 horsepower.
He didn't expect to still crush the Underworld King.
This was a bit awkward.
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