Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

In the mountainous area on the edge of Kurokas, the mountains still stand quietly.

The seemingly inconspicuous mountains exude a faint magical fluctuation, as if absorbing magic from the surrounding world and gathering it in a secret place.

This is the imperial camp guarding the "Eclipse Gate", buried deep in this mountain.

In the sky, the huge magic circle that keeps flashing is like an invisible net, constantly attracting the magic in the air to the depths of the mountain.

Working day and night, like the stars in the sky, it is always running.

In front of the gate, Simon stood quietly, holding the hilt of the sword, with a cold look in his eyes.

He has been standing here all night, his posture is as straight as a pine tree.

The imperial magic guards who were changing guards in the distance saw this scene, cast admiring eyes, and whispered.

"General Simon has been standing all night..." A magic guard exclaimed in a low voice.

"This is the symbol of loyalty and responsibility." Another soldier nodded, his eyes full of respect.

"But, what happened last night? I seemed to sense that the gate was opened?"

"Only a few powerful demon guards went to the gate last night. When I asked them today, they all said they didn't know about it."

"That's really strange..."

Hearing this, Meister smiled slightly, then walked towards Simon in the distance, with helplessness on his face.

He patted Simon's shoulder and whispered, "Brother Simon, don't stand there. His Majesty seems to have other things to deal with. The Minister of Cats didn't send any further orders last night."

Simon took a deep breath, relaxed his muscles that had been tense all night, turned his head and looked at Meister, frowning slightly

"Now is an extraordinary period. Has the support come today?"

Mester nodded: "The Minister of Cats just sent a message that the one million imperial border troops led by Lord Melty will arrive in Kurokas before dusk."

"Evening..." Simon muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He suddenly looked up at the magic circle in the sky, his face changed instantly, and then he shouted sternly

"Close the magic absorption array! The magic of the 'Eclipse Gate' has been absorbed! Continuing to absorb will only make the magic too condensed around the camp, which will easily expose our position!"

Mester was stunned for a moment, and was frightened by Simon's sudden shout and took a step back.

He quickly looked at the magic circle in the sky, and finally realized the problem. His face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Sorry, Brother Simon, I neglected it last night..."

Mester quickly ordered the soldiers to close the magic circle.

However, the magic has been condensed on a large scale. Even if the formation stops, the huge magic is still slowly surging around the camp, and even the outline of the distant mountains is a little blurred under the distortion of magic.

Simon looked gloomy, staring at Meister, his voice cold: "You almost caused a disaster, do you need me to remind you of such a simple thing? What were you doing last night?"

Mester hesitated, a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty asked me to delete the memory of him opening the door for everyone present except the three of us yesterday, but the magic power of the magic guard was too strong. After I ran out of magic power last night, I was lazy for a while."

"What?" Simon frowned, his anger was obvious, "At such a critical moment, you actually have time to slack off!?

"Go and summon the Minister of Cat to tell us the current situation." Simon's voice was full of oppression, "The magic here is too strong, and we have no ability to disperse it."

"I know, brother Simon, I'll go now-"

"No need anymore."

A low and lazy voice interrupted Meister's explanation, with a magnetic leisure and oppression in the voice.

Everyone looked up and saw a figure slowly approaching.

"Midnight General! "Mester looked at the visitor in surprise.

Midnight stood in the middle of the camp, stretched his waist, and smiled lazily: "Sorry, General Simon, I slept a little deeply last night and didn't notice these small problems."

He said lightly, his red pupils flickered slightly, and his eyes swept across the camp.

"Twist it..." His voice was as soft as a dream, but as the voice fell, the magic around the camp suddenly began to change amazingly.

The magic that originally enveloped the camp seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly rotating, and being guided to the sky little by little, as if the magic between heaven and earth succumbed in front of him.

Mester stared at this scene in amazement, muttering to himself: "How is it possible... We are a huge camp connected to three mountains in front and back, and a look..."

Simon stood aside, with a flash of admiration in his eyes: "It's worthy of being a demon general."

Midnight's red pupils flickered with a cold light. He glanced at Meister lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said coldly: "General Simon, you'd better be careful, tellYour Majesty, everything here. Although I can temporarily cover up these magic powers, I still have to take precautions. "

Simon nodded and said seriously: "I will report it immediately, and there must be no mistakes. "

Midnight looked into the distance and smiled faintly: "Tell your Majesty that I will personally guard this place and risk my life. No one can get close to this camp before dusk."

As soon as the voice fell, Midnight narrowed his eyes slightly, his red pupils suddenly lit up, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in front of Simon and Mester, as if he had never existed.

"Disappeared?" Mester couldn't believe his eyes.

In the sky, Midnight's voice came coldly: "From now on, the entire camp is within my perception, and nothing can escape my eyes. And you, Mester-his Majesty believes in you, but it doesn't mean you can slack off. "

Mestre's body trembled suddenly, and the terrifying red pupils of Midnight suddenly appeared in his mind, staring at him, and the pressure was so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.

Simon slowly closed his eyes and whispered: "General Midnight..."

A scornful laugh came from the sky, and then Mestre knelt down weakly, covered in cold sweat.

"It seems that seven years have made you too lazy." Simon's voice came faintly, with an irresistible sense of oppression, "Your Majesty trusts you, but you'd better live up to this trust."

Simon patted Mestre's shoulder, left silently, and continued his defense mission.

"Ah..." Mestre's cold sweat almost wet his armor, and his face was full of fear.