Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

Hal's eyelids slowly and heavily opened, and what came into view was a scarlet world.

The air was so thick that it seemed to block breathing, and it exuded a fishy, ​​sweet and corrupt smell that made people sick.

He stood there in a daze, looking over the twisted and hideous ground around him, trying to distinguish this unfamiliar place.

The land was stained with black and red liquid, like countless crushed souls struggling and wailing.

Hal looked up, but found that the bright daytime that should have been bright had been replaced by huge vines that covered the sky. The vines were as thick as dragons, winding and circling, stretching across the sky, crisscrossing, as if woven into an endless blood-red giant net, forcing people to breathe.

At the top of the vines, dark red liquid rolled down like blood tears, winding to the ground, and blooming shocking pools of blood on the soil.

Every branch of the vine was vaguely hung with broken debris, or shriveled skeletons, or rotten flesh and blood. Those fragments that once belonged to life were lifeless, as if their souls had been torn apart, but they still retained a breath of pain, whispering endless torture.

Every drop of blood that fell to the ground made a dull echo, like countless war drums beating on Hal's heart.

He stood on this land of death, and for a moment he could not hide the shock and confusion in his eyes.

There was a dead silence all around, even the sound of the wind carried the low hum of death, the blood flowed slowly, and the rustling sound seemed like the crying of ghosts.

Even the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects disappeared, as if the whole world was deprived of vitality.

"What happened here...?" Hal's voice was low and trembling, and the anger and confusion in his eyes were stirring. He couldn't help but clench his fists, his chest rose and fell violently, and his heart was filled with waves that could not be calmed.

He mobilized the magic power in his body, and strands of dark golden energy surged out from his palm, trembling slightly, flying into the air, spreading like fireflies, and gradually covering the blood-red sky.

In the perception of magic power, everything in front of him became clearer, but also more weird.

On the vines, huge branches extended in all directions, with countless huge dragon corpses hanging at the end.

Those once majestic dragons were now hanging like powerless puppets, their fur and scales had long been dull, and they had obviously been dead for a long time.

Their eye sockets were empty and filled with death, and their bodies were pierced by vines, as if their souls were torn apart, but they were still suspended in terrible pain, like an eternal vengeful spirit, speaking to Hal silently in a miserable and terrifying way.

Hal took a deep breath, suppressed the oppression in his chest, and his eyes moved slowly along the extension direction of the vines.

Finally, he saw a vague figure at the end of the vines. The figure sat quietly on a high branch, with countless thick vines wrapped around him. The ends of the vines pierced his body, injecting cold energy continuously.

However, the figure was still skinny, with strange purple veins on his skin, as if he was about to collapse like a life that had been squeezed countless times, and his broken body seemed to collapse at any time.

His eyes were like dead flames, faintly revealing a blood-red light.

Hal approached slowly, and an unbelievable answer gradually emerged in his mind. The blood in his body gradually became cold, and cold sweat soaked his back.

At this moment, the withered figure suddenly raised his head, staring at him with blood-red pupils, revealing a strange smile:

"You... are finally here." He said in a low voice, his voice hoarse as if it came from the depths of hell, with endless resentment and anger.

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and a cracking sound came out of his dry chest, followed by coughing out black blood, sticky and corrupt.

A flash of astonishment flashed across Hal's face, as if he couldn't accept what was happening before his eyes. He clenched his hands tightly: "This is... me?!"

"What on earth happened?!"

"Hehehehaha" The shriveled figure laughed in a low and gloomy voice, revealing extreme pain and sorrow.

"I killed dragons, 10,000 dragons." He continued to murmur in a low voice, his eyes wandering, as if he was recounting a past that had long been cursed, "I swallowed dragons, 10,000 dragons... But in the end, my body was gradually eroded by the power of dragons, and I could not control myself. Dragon scales grew under my skin, and I gradually turned into a dragon."

Hal's eyes sank, and his voice revealed a bit of struggling doubt: "The final stage of the dragon slayer... turning into a dragon?"

The withered figure showed a trace of mocking smile, and sneered hoarsely: "Yes, the ultimate stage of the dragon slayer, turning into a dragon, the body and soul will be completely swallowed by the power of the dragon... But my soul was still incomplete at that time, and it was difficult to suppress it, so I made a decision. Divide the soul again, and one part will completely turn into a dragon,The remaining part...will stay here, waiting for your arrival."

Hal had known about the dragon transformation for a long time. In the past seven years, he had transformed into a dragon, and he balanced this power through the magic power of his left and right hands.

So, even though his magic power was extremely terrifying, he still did not have the posture of a dragon.

And now, it seems that he has absorbed and devoured too many dragons, and it is difficult to maintain this balance.

Hal was shocked and speechless. After a long time, he calmed down and asked with difficulty: "So, you were originally summoning me with magic power, but...what's the matter with this appearance?"

"I have killed too many dragons that do not belong to this world, and I am not an existence of this world. The rules of heaven and earth continue to reject me, and the magic power in my body is running wild. I can't return through the eclipse gate. Under the conflict of the two forces, my vitality is also being devoured bit by bit. "He wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, his eyes flashing with cold flames.

Hal's heart trembled suddenly. He had never expected that there would be such a loophole in this dragon-killing plan. He clenched his fists, understood in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "So, what should I do?"

He raised his head slowly, with a resolute light in his eyes: "By merging me and letting you be the main body, we can retain the power of dragons and the body of humans at the same time, so as not to suffer for the rest of our lives like Irene did back then. "

Under the solemn gaze of the withered figure, Hal took a deep breath, calmed his inner fluctuations, slowly approached, and held the other's palm tightly.

Instantly, a majestic flow of magic surged, pouring into his body like a surging tide, and the fragments of the withered figure's memory slowly unfolded in his mind like a blurred scroll.