The magic merchant who mingled with Fairy Tail

Demisor Magic Academy, the most famous and oldest magic academy in the Kingdom of Fiore.

But few people know that a long time ago, Demisol College had another name, Mildian College.

Four hundred years later, even the mighty dragon was almost extinct. Originally, this ancient college should have been buried in the ruins of history, but to this day, it still survives tenaciously. All this is due to one person, one person. The greatest black mage in the history of magic, Zeref.

Zeref studied magic here when he was young. Because of his excellent grades and his theory, research, and magic skills far exceeded ordinary people, he was hailed as the most outstanding genius in history.

Whether it is the paradise system that can resurrect people or the solar eclipse that can travel through time and space, they are all his masterpieces while studying in this academy.

Of course, these masterpieces have nothing to do with the academy itself. The only role of this academy is to give Zeref the opportunity to learn magic, and then watch him grow up, touch the border of life and death, and finally witness him being cursed by Anshen and taken away. The lives of all teachers and students in the college.

After that, the place was deserted for a long time.

Until one day, a group of people who were pursuing ancient magic came here. They found the magic books left here. They were very happy, so they rebuilt the college on the original site, enrolled students and taught students, and gave the college a new name. Name, Demisor Magic Academy.

After hundreds of years of development, Demisor Magic Academy has become a magic academy that many magicians aspire to, and has trained talents one after another. For example, among the four leading candidates in this admissions exam, the other three, except Kira, had all studied here.

Demisor Magic Academy is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The mountains are full of monsters and monsters, and the water is full of strange rocks and exotic plants. There are also all kinds of novel magic technologies interspersed among the strange-shaped buildings, giving people a high-end atmosphere, class, and low-key. A sense of luxury and substance.

On weekdays, at this time, there will be students discussing magic and teachers researching technology; students will fight and teachers will guide them; students will work hard and teachers will help... They learn from each other, improve each other, and occasionally take a nap. Talk about love in your free time, and enjoy a leisurely, peaceful and quiet life in seclusion.

Every year, a group of new students will enter the school and a group of old students will graduate to educate talented children for the Kingdom of Fiore and at the same time export outstanding magicians.

However, this situation cannot continue today!

The centuries-old magic academy was attacked by the Dark Magic Guild, the Devil's Heart, during the annual admissions examination!

boom! Poof! boom!

All you can see are ruins and rubble, collapsed buildings, damaged stone statues, gradually cold corpses, and companions who are still fighting desperately. The familiar scene no longer exists, as if you are in hell;

All that could be heard was fighting and wailing, the exchange of magic, the pleas for help from companions, the mournful cries, the destruction that was about to sweep through the academy, and the endless laughter of strangers, everything was like a nightmare.

The magic war filled with blood and tears filled the originally peaceful and peaceful magic academy with invisible sorrow and pain, nourishing the darkest hatred and hatred in human nature.

Black flames fell from the sky like meteor showers, scattered throughout the collapsed academy, making uneven holes on the ground, or hitting vegetation and burning into pieces of ashes.

The black flames seemed to block the sunlight above the head, and an arrogant figure laughed wildly: "Uuhahaha!! Come on, come on!! I will burn you all to ashes!!"

"The roar of the Fire God!"

Zancro spit out a large amount of black flames from his mouth. The flames were extremely hot and inextinguishable. They burned everything they came into contact with without mercy until only a ball of coke was left.

"Damn...why is water magic useless against these black fires?!"

"Don't use fire magic, you'll be eaten by him. That's god-destroying magic!"

"How did they break through the defensive barrier and enter the academy?"

"Hold on, we must hold on until the dean comes back! She will definitely be able to save us!"

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, the figure attacking from behind knocked him away.

"It's such a pity that you couldn't hold on for her to come back!"

Zancro is the most arrogant and destructive person among the Seven Familiars. After learning the God-Destroying Magic, he considers himself superior to others and regards the weak as ants: "Uuhahaha!!! Burn to ashes!!"

The scorching black flame appeared in Zancrow's hand again, with a cruel and crazy smile on his face. After briefly accumulating power, he threw it hard, and the flames were like a natural disaster and divine punishment, cruelly attacking everyone in the academy.

"Kagutsuchi of the Flame God!"

With the name of the legendary god in charge of fire, the power of the moves named after him can be imagined.

Seeing the trick coming, everyone in the academy shouted: "No! Get out of the way!!"

But it's too late!

The power of the high-temperature black flames is unimaginably powerful. It is completely unmatched by ordinary fire magic. All materials in front of it are disintegrated, destroyed and burned to ashes in a very short period of time.

Seeing that this ferocious black flame beast was about to take away a young life at the next moment, a white magic circle appeared out of thin air, and the mysterious runes were connected back and forth to form a solid magic prison, which forcibly captured the flying black flames. Wrapped up and fixed in the air.

Everyone in the academy who had narrowly escaped death trembled and said: "It's... it's saved..."

"Huh? Who is it?!" Zancrow didn't expect that his magic could be blocked like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people felt a strong and condensed magic pressure falling from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

Zancro's expression changed: "Oh? Who does this feeling of oppression come from? Is it the dean of this college?"

Before he finished sighing, Zancro saw a huge circular magic circle emerging from the ground under his feet. The radius of the magic circle was 5 meters, and a bunch of magic runes that he could not understand were densely written in it. The runes exuded The white light suddenly condensed into shape, turning softness into hardness, and in the blink of an eye it became an extremely solid cage.

Powerful and holy, the whole magic looks like a divine method.

But Zancro was not afraid at all, and instead became more murderous: 'I am using God-destroying magic! ! ’

Lifting his right foot and stepping hard on the ground, the ground cracked, and black flames suddenly surged all over his body, making Zancro look like a fire lord coming out of the dark hell, and then the magic gathered.

"Fire God Sword!!"

A powerful magic was released in response, and the black flame formed a broadsword in his hand, seeming to completely cut into pieces the magic cage around him.

The black flames exploded and continued to expand outwards, while the white light fell and continued to squeeze inward; the two magics of the dark and the holy white were like two horned bullfights facing each other. After a brief confrontation with each other, they canceled each other out in mid-air and exploded. A magical hurricane blew smoke and dust all around, making it impossible to see anything.

Those who were more flexible in their thinking immediately took the time to escape. Only those teachers and students who were worried, or whose minds had not yet turned around, still stood there dumbly waiting.

After a long time, the strong wind dissipated, revealing two figures, an old man and a young man, standing among them.

Zancro still looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hehehehe...are you the one who stops me? Damn old man?"

Looking at the old figure blocking everyone's eyes, everyone in the college who was lucky enough to survive exclaimed: "You...are the Speaker of the Senate, Grandoma?!"

"Leave him to me, you guys go support the others first!"

The voice was old and low, but powerful, as if filled with endless anger.

At this time, Gulan Doma's hand did not have the kindness and kindness that an old man of this age should have. Instead, he had sharp eyes and a fierce aura.

He was so angry that his white beard trembled, and his crown was filled with rage. The hand wrapped with bandages and holding the snake-headed wooden staff began to tremble with force. The holy white magic power could not be restrained from emanating from his body, hands, and magic staff.

"The Dark Guild 'Devil's Heart'...the evil mage!! I will definitely kill you here today!!"