Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

"Who are you?" Natsu stared at Hal in shock.

Hal smiled coldly, and his eyes swept over Natsu, Wendy, Mira and others: "I'm here to save you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the horizon calmly.

There was a sense of urgency in his tone: "Time waits for no one, I will take you to Gildarts. The dragons are circling."

"Gildarts?! He's back? Hey, don't leave!"

Hal no longer paid attention to Natsu's astonishment, and the golden magic power around him suddenly surged, instantly wrapping Natsu and others in a dazzling light, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the square.

After he confirmed that they had left safely, Hal slowly raised his head and greeted the dragons in the sky with their eyes as sharp as torches and their claws bared.

These were a group of ordinary dragons, most of whose magic power was only at the level of the Holy Ten to the Holy Twelve Shields, far less powerful than the Fusilor and other dragons he knew when he was a child.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of coldness: "One by one? Or, all together?"

The dragons seemed to have heard his provocation, and roared loudly, and the roar seemed to shake the world.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

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At the same time, the square was in chaos.

"Damn... These dragons are too strong, what should we do? There is no escape..." The people in the guild looked at the flying dragons in horror, and they had no confidence.

In the distance, Makarov looked at his embarrassed companions around him with despair, and his heart was filled with helplessness.

Even with his strength, it was difficult to find a glimmer of life under the gaze of thousands of dragons.

"No... I have to find a way... Even if I sacrifice, I will let the children escape! But, Natsu and the others haven't come back yet... What should I do, old man..."

At this moment, a shocking roar fell from the sky, and the terrifying flames rolled in with a scorching breath, as if to burn the last hope to ashes.

"President, be careful!!"

"What..."

The heat wave swept in in an instant, and Makarov was about to be swallowed up. At this critical moment, a dark green figure suddenly appeared in front of him and waved his right hand gently.

The blazing flames were instantly decomposed and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone stood there, looking at the man in the dark green cloak, and a faint hope was rekindled in despair.

"Gildarts!!!"

Gildarts's face was calm, but a smile slightly raised at the corner of his mouth, looking at his companions who were still fighting behind him. Even though the magic power was far from that of everyone he knew, they were all the "Fairy Tail" he was familiar with.

"Yo, dragons, thank you for taking care of my family. Now, it's my turn."

Gildarts once again burst out with terrifying white magic, and the strong airflow drove his long brown hair to dance wildly.

The dragon roared, its red eyes burning like fire, and it swooped down from the sky with a look of disdain, its claws pressing down on Gildarts like a mountain.

The sharp claws tore through the air, bringing up violent wind pressure, as if everything around was blocked under its might, and the surrounding stones and dust even trembled because of its momentum.

A sharp light flashed in Gildarts' eyes, and his body leaned forward, with his dark green cloak fluttering behind him.

Along with his steel-like firm voice, the white magic power in his body exploded instantly.

"Super Magic·Absolute Heaven!"

The boundless white magic power surged out like a tide, like a giant's hand tearing the sky apart and crushing the air into pieces.

The crushing power swept out with an unmatched frenzy, facing the dragon's claws.

The dragon's scales broke inch by inch in front of this force, and dragon blood splashed out from the wound like a flood, filling the sky.

"This... this is impossible!" The dragon opened his eyes wide, full of fear and disbelief, "This is not dragon-killing magic, how can it hurt me!"

Gildarts sneered, his eyes showed a cold and sharp light: "Because, you are too weak."

With his cold voice, half of the dragon's body quickly disintegrated under the erosion of the crushing force, and the flesh and blood turned into dust. The remaining half of the body dragged endless blood and fell from the air, stirring up dust all over the sky.

The ground shook, and the gravel scattered. Everyone looked at the fallen dragon in horror. The uneasiness and despair in their hearts were instantly dispelled by Gildarts's fearless figure.

In the dust, the tall dark green figure stood like a mountain, as if it was the only hope between heaven and earth.

Makarov stared at the man blankly, his eyes that had been filled with despair gradually lit up with hope, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Gildarts...you..."

GildartsHe just turned around and smiled calmly, nodding slightly.

"President, I'm late."

(To explain this chapter: In my understanding, humans who can reach the Twelve Shields are the most advanced beings among humans. In this world where the power of dragons is overwhelming, the upper limit of humans is not as high as that of dragons.

But in the Hundred Years Quest, the Twelve Shields who were defeated by Natsu and others are still the ceiling, and there are no humans more perverted than them.

So, Gildarts's strength is normal. It's impossible that all dragons are 100% magic resistant. That's useless. People four hundred years ago were not qualified to make friends with dragons, let alone civilization =-=.)