Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

On the beach, the intensity of the battle has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Hal's magic power is like an endless storm, and the shock waves cut through the air. Even if he can accurately control the release of power, it is still difficult to prevent the ground on the edge of the island from collapsing and sinking into the sea.

Around the battlefield, the waves roared and the island was crumbling, as if it would be swallowed up by this destructive power at any time.

Makarov stood on the edge of the broken battlefield, his eyes full of complex emotions.

"How do you feel, Hal? Pricht..." He asked in a low voice, with hesitation and reluctance in his tone.

Although the friendship between the master and the apprentice for forty years has been repeatedly determined to be severed, it is still difficult to completely abandon it.

Hal closed his eyes and felt, frowning: "His body magic power disappeared, but... there is something wrong with the magic." Hal's tone was full of doubt.

"What do you mean?" Makarov suddenly became nervous.

"The source of Prisit's magic power is not here, but on that warship." Hal's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his perception became clearer.

Makarov was about to respond, but the sea suddenly raised huge waves, and accompanied by a trembling dark magic, Prisit suddenly rose from the sea water.

The sea water around him was drawn into the vortex, accompanied by the violent magic power, like a storm covering the sky and the sun, stained the sky and the earth with the breath of death.

Prisit's broken armor looked extremely embarrassed, and his former dignity had been blown away by the wind.

The armor was broken, the helmet disappeared, revealing a scarlet magic eye, which was filled with endless murderous intent and coldness.

"Makarov, you really have a lot of good men. Even Brunot was defeated, it seems that Gildarts is not simple." Prisit sneered, but his voice was no longer pure contempt, but mixed with caution and vigilance.

Hal sneered: "You think too much, I am much stronger than Gildarts."

Prichter laughed contemptuously: "Hahaha! How arrogant! I went deep into the magic forty years ago, collected countless lost dark powers, and created the strongest force in the dark world. How dare you little devils call yourself strong in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, the sea water suddenly churned, and huge waves crushed Hal and Makarov like a mountain. The power of darkness oppressed the whole air and trembled.

Hal's expression remained unchanged, raised his hand and shouted: "Tree Magic·Eight Shields!" In an instant, a huge tree barrier rose from the ground and blocked the members of Fairy Tail.

The huge waves hit the barrier, but could not shake it at all, but turned into countless raindrops falling from the sky.

"Where is Prichter?" Hal looked around vigilantly, but he could no longer sense Prichter's magic.

At this moment, a cold voice came from midair: "Amaterasu Twenty-eight Styles!"

The spell formation instantly surrounded Hal, and the violent energy attacked him like a flood.

Pricht's laughter echoed in the air: "Boy, you are too arrogant! You can't win when you are protecting these weak people!"

However, Hal's calm voice came from the smoke: "Do you think everyone behind me is weak? If the old man didn't order, we would have rushed up to deal with you."

The smoke dissipated, and Hal stood in the center of the spell formation unscathed, with contempt in his eyes.

Pricht's smile froze instantly, and his eyes fell on the people behind Hal involuntarily.

Natsu, Laxus, Mira, Erza, everyone was imposing and murderous.

Pricht's face was gloomy, and he growled with gnashing teeth: "You bunch of brats..."

"Sharp-tongued brat!" He roared, and the dark "Eternal Dark Shadow" barrier quickly spread, like an endless abyss, rushing towards Hal.

Hal chuckled, flashed, and easily avoided Pricht's attack: "Do you really think we dare not take action? If it weren't for the president's order, you would have died long ago, second generation."

Pricht sneered: "As long as I summon the devil now, you will not be my opponent!"

"Oh? Then why don't you summon it?" Hal approached him with cold eyes,

"You can't use that kind of magic now, right? The source of your magic power is in the battleship, and most of your magic power has been consumed by recovering from your injuries."

Pricht was hit by these words, and his face froze slightly.

He tried to hide his inner panic, but Hal's insight had obviously defeated his last bit of disguise.

"How do you know, little brat..." Pricht growled in a low voice, his mind already in disarray.

Hal chuckled and said calmly: "We are wizards of the same level, and we know each other's magic fluctuations very well.

Besides, you have to cover up your weaknesses.The action is too obvious, and you can guess it without too much analysis. "

Pricht was speechless, he knew that what Hal said was true.

At this moment, he had no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and fight to the death.

Pricht's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were full of despair, and he roared madly: "Amaterasu Hundred Styles!"

With his roar, the seven-layer spell formation instantly surrounded Hal, and the energy in the formation quickly accumulated. The power of the explosion shook the surrounding air to distort.

Makarov and others watched from afar, frowning.

However, Hal stood in the center of the formation, and his face was still relaxed.

"Die! Brat!" Pricht roared.

Hal looked at the upcoming spell explosion, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Still want to resist?" Hal whispered, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"In that case, let me show you something interesting. "

As his voice fell, his left hand suddenly began to turn dark, and the dark magic quickly covered his whole body like a tide.

The dark magic wrapped around him, twisting like a snake.

Then, his figure began to gradually become illusory, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.

"MODE·Death Form." Hal's voice was cold and low, with a suffocating pressure.

Just before everyone reacted, Hal's figure had already walked out of the spell formation, as if those powerful spells could not restrain him at all.

His movements were like a ghost, easily passing through all attacks, and appeared directly in front of Pricht.

Pricht's eyes flashed with fear and uneasiness, watching Hal approaching, but unable to avoid it.

Hal's eyes had turned into a dark light at this moment, like the gaze of the god of death.

He looked down at Pricht and said coldly: "You have no way out, Pricht. "

Pricht felt death approaching and his whole body stiffened.

He had never seen such a terrible power before. The deep darkness and the oppressive feeling of death made him feel as if his vitality was constantly draining away.