Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

In the camp at night, the cold wind howled, rolling up the dry leaves on the ground, hitting the curtains of the tent, bringing waves of lonely rustling sounds.

The night sky was covered by dark clouds, and only the occasional glimmer of light sprinkled around the camp, making everything seem more mysterious and dangerous.

"Midnight! A large number of life forms have entered the formation!" A hurried and low voice came from under the black and red magic armor, and Simon's serious expression was vaguely visible in the dim light of the tent.

The edge of the armor was inlaid with ancient runes, with a faint red light, which looked extremely heavy and majestic.

He and Mester walked into the tent together. There was a strong magical atmosphere inside the tent, and the black and red fabrics around it exuded a faint halo, as if blood-colored, which made the whole space exude a sense of oppression.

On the red magic carpet in the center of the tent, Midnight was sitting quietly, with his eyes closed, and the whole person looked as if he was in a deep dream.

"I know... Simon." Midnight spoke softly in the darkness, his voice was gentle, and seemed to carry a dreamlike sense of distance.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a faint smile, but his eyes were as cold as the night.

"I have asked the soldiers to prepare an ambush." ​​His words were low, but with an unquestionable coldness and certainty.

Simon heard this and immediately straightened his body, showing a trace of respect, and responded quickly.

"So that's it, I will also fight!" As he said, the runes on his armor suddenly emitted a blood-red light.

"Huh?" Meister, who was standing aside, frowned slightly and looked at the two of them in confusion.

Logically speaking, if the army was mobilized, he and Simon would not be unaware of it.

His eyes wandered between Midnight and Simon, his thoughts drifted back to the daytime, and the scene of him being severely punished by Midnight flashed through his mind - the cold sense of oppression seemed to shroud his heart again.

He finally swallowed his doubts, turned around silently, and followed Simon's footsteps.

They walked out of the tent, the night wind was even colder, and the sunset finally fell without knowing when.

After all, Meister couldn't help but feel confused, and he approached Simon and whispered, "Brother Simon, why didn't our army move at all?"

Simon didn't stop at all, and quickly answered, "Midnight magic...illusion...He made the soldiers think that they were under my command, and carried out a military movement that never happened."

"What? Can it be so arbitrary?" Meister was shocked, frowning, and couldn't hide his shock.

He seemed to see the unfathomable depth of midnight magic, as if the existence of that person itself was like a misty lie that could easily trap people.

Simon's eyes flickered slightly, but a respectful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of affirmation and trust: "Midnight's approach has been the same from beginning to end. I have been working with him for many years. I was dissatisfied at first, but the emperor trusted him, so I trusted him too."

Meister nodded silently, "As expected of a demon general, his strength is unfathomable."

"..."

The magic armor they wore was glowing with dark red light, and runes flowed on the armor, giving them incredible speed and mobility, as if a dark red light and shadow cut through the night sky.

They arrived at the edge of the formation almost instantly.

Looking around, the atmosphere on the battlefield swept around like a gust of wind, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

"Magic Cannon-Jupiter! Get ready!" A majestic order came, and with this order, dozens of black and red giant cannons slowly rose.

The barrel of the magic cannon was huge and ferocious, covered with deep and complex magic runes, emitting terrifying magic fluctuations, and suffocating power filled it, as if brewing a destructive force that could destroy the world.

This terrible magic even distorted the surrounding air, and cracks began to appear above the formation due to the unbearable magic.

Under the cannon, 10,000 imperial magic guards and 30,000 imperial knights were lined up in an orderly manner, wearing black armor, holding spears with cold light, majestic and silent.

The flags were like clouds, covering the sky, and the battle flags fluttered in the cold wind, as if heralding the upcoming battle.

Tens of thousands of soldiers looked forward with a firm gaze, and the murderous aura on their bodies spread around like a frenzy, ready to die with the enemy at any time.

Simon quickly found the adjutant in the distance and said in a deep voice: "Report the current situation."

The adjutant saluted slightly, then replied firmly: "Report to General Simon, the enemy is passing through the psychedelic formation outside, our magic cannon is ready, and we can launch an ambush at any time!"

"Very good!" Simon nodded, his eyes as sharp as a knife, with incomparable coldness and murderous intent.

He looked up and stared at the end of the formation, where the space was distorted, as ifSomething terrible is approaching slowly.

"The emperor ordered us to guard this place, and we will be loyal to him and crush all the enemies who come to attack us!!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was announcing his determination and responsibility to the world.

As he was speaking, the distorted space began to ripple more violently, and then a group of demon soldiers of different shapes stepped out from it, with huge bodies, hideous faces, and red fierce light in their eyes.

"The third commander of the Empire Demon Guard is here, listen to my orders, kill!!!" Simon suddenly pulled out the magic sword at his waist, and a burning red light appeared on the blade.

He raised the sword high and pointed it forward, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at those hideous demon soldiers.

The demon guards behind him followed suit, erupting with a roar like a tsunami, and the fighting spirit was like a rainbow!

At this moment, a low roar sounded, as if it was a roar from hell.

The magic cannon-Jupiter was officially launched. The cannon emitted a terrifying light, and a dark red energy condensed in the huge muzzle, burning like a flame, and bursting out a piercing roar.

The terrible energy seemed to devour everything in the abyss, dyeing the surrounding space blood red.

With a loud bang, the energy of the Jupiter cannon finally burst out, and a thick magic light column poured down like a punishment from heaven, directly bombarding the array of demon soldiers.

In an instant, the earth trembled, and violent explosions accompanied by piercing tearing sounds rang out.

The demon soldiers hit by the light column were instantly swallowed up, and the air around them exploded as if torn apart, and the shock wave lifted layers of gravel from the ground dozens of meters away.

The magic power blasted a huge deep pit on the ground, and the ground was barren and devastated, as if it had been burned.

The demon wreckage that had not yet been completely shattered was blown dozens of meters away by the aftermath of the explosion. The entire battlefield was like a purgatory on earth, which was terrifying.

"Impossible?! There are so many Jupiters?!" Necromancer Keith stood at the back of the demon soldiers, looking at the nearly annihilated 100,000 Hades soldiers in front of him, with incomprehensible fear flashing in his hollow eyes.

The next second, a flash of blood-red light suddenly flashed in front of Keith, piercing the darkness like a sharp blade, straight into his eyes.

The light seemed to be a gaze from the abyss, with an irresistible breath of destruction, wrapped in endless oppression and coldness, making people stagnate.

Keith instinctively took a step back, and the incredible fear in his eyes turned into deep fear.

"The Ishgar Empire is hiding so deeply!!" Keith roared, his voice hoarse and trembling.

He looked at the devastated battlefield in front of him, the remaining demon soldiers in the darkness scattered all over the ground, many of which had turned into charred wreckage, and were blown away by the aftermath of the Jupiter cannon.

The hundred thousand Hades army was almost wiped out, and the surviving soldiers were struggling in wailing, their bodies burned by magic and in great pain.

At this time, the Jupiter Cannon was gathering energy again like the wrath of the gods, as if every charge was a prelude to disaster.

The dark red energy in the barrel became more and more intense, and the light with destructive power surged at the muzzle, like countless evil spirits roaring.

Keith turned around suddenly, his hands trembling unconsciously, and for the first time he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart - facing such a terrible weapon, the hundred thousand Hades army was like a fragile ant, with no power to resist.

He knew clearly that if he did not retreat immediately, the "Demon Soldier Book" he brought would also completely perish on this scorched earth.

But at the moment he turned around, a cold voice suddenly came from the air - the voice was like a cold blade, piercing through the night and shooting straight at Keith.

That indifferent voice fell in the night sky, as if it could freeze all the temperature: "Ants, how can you know the trump card of the dragon?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already left a shadow in the darkness, so fast that it seemed as if he had never moved, and instantly appeared in front of Keith.

He gently raised his hand, and his five fingers pinched Keith's neck accurately like eagle claws. The coldness came from his fingertips, so cold that Keith's back was cold, and he didn't even have time to struggle.

"Who is it?" Keith's voice was filled with unconcealed fear, and a trace of survival instinct flashed in his eyes.

However, just as his question came out, Midnight's eyes turned cold, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of cold arc: "Twist it."

The next second, Midnight's fingertips tightened slightly, and the terrifying magic power quickly drilled into Keith's body like a maggot, like a devil devouring the soul, and began to frantically erode every inch of his flesh and blood.

Keith only felt that countless twisted forces were exploding, tearing, and reorganizing in his body. His muscles and bones were shaking violently, and the pain was like a burning flame raging in his body, unstoppable.

"Ahhhhhh!" Keith screamed.It came to an abrupt stop, and his body exploded in this terrifying twisted magic.

The flesh and blood mixed with the cursed power, turning into black powder and drifting in the air. In the end, the only trace of Keith's existence was a strange black smoke, which slowly dissipated in the air.

Midnight looked coldly at the drifting cursed power residue, and there was no trace of pity in his indifferent expression.