AWB Chapter 518: FTRJ - 518
Chapter 518: FTRJ - 518
Although this was the first time he had met Zeref, his great name in Ishgar was known to everyone.
The disasters he had left behind in these four hundred years had caused countless families to be displaced.
Makarov understood all of this.
It was just that he had never thought that Zeref would be the emperor of the Alvarez Empire.
Originally, in Yajima’s mouth, this emperor should be someone who respected life.
And cherished life.
He did not expect... that he would be the black mage Zeref, whose ill fame had been spread for four hundred years!
Spriggan... Was also translated as the ugly fairy...
On a high platform in the royal capital castle.
Zeref stood at the edge of the railing, looking into the distance.
And behind him was Makarov with his hands on his back.
The Spriggan 12 had left, the reason being that Zeref wanted to talk to Makarov alone.
Perhaps it was because the Spriggan 12 were not there.
So Makarov felt slightly relaxed.
Even though the person standing in front of him was the black mage who was countless times more terrifying than the twelve Shields!
Neither of them spoke first, and the atmosphere froze at this moment.
After a while, Makarov finally could not hold back his breath any longer.
And he took the lead in speaking: "Emperor Spriggan... I didn’t expect it to be you, Zeref."
"Actually, there is no need to dwell on this, for you, I am Zeref, and for the western continent, I am Spriggan."
Zeref turned his body around, put his eyes on Makarov, and said: "However, if I have to choose one of the two, I would still choose Zeref."
"It should be hundreds of years ago, I, who had been looking for the meaning of living in this world, decided to establish a country on this continent."
"At first, it was just a small country, but as it annexed various guilds, it unconsciously created a vast empire."
"So the invasion ten years ago was for Lumen Histoire?" Makarov questioned sharply.
"There is no need to hide it, I know the official name."
Raising a smile slightly, Zeref continued to say: "That is the top secret great magic that is higher than the three Fairy super magic - Fairy Heart!"
Makarov widened his eyes in an instant, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
You should know that in this world, apart from himself, only Mavis, who was a soul body, and Finn, the next generation guild master who he had high hopes for, knew about it.
And since Zeref knew the real name of Fairy Heart.
It also meant that he definitely knew what kind of magic Fairy Heart was.
Calming himself slightly, Makarov said in a deep voice: "Then in this way, everything can be explained, you are targeting Fairy Heart, right."
The smile on Zeref’s face still did not change.
And he said: "That’s right, but this is also something that I only decided recently."
"Originally, the creation of the empire was only to confront Acnologia, the plan to invade Ishgar ten years ago was not my intention, and there were also some warmongers within the twelve Shields."
"It was me who stopped it at that time, because the time was not yet ripe, but it is different now."
Makarov thought of the destruction of the Magic Council at the first time.
With the threat of Magic Barrier Particles and Face lost, then it was not surprising that Zeref had the idea of invading.
"The current Alvarez Empire will definitely not lose to anyone." Zeref’s tone was firm.
This firmness also made Makarov sigh for a long time: "That is to say, there is no room for negotiation, right?"
He asked.
Zeref smiled, not knowing if it was an illusion.
Makarov could feel the cruelty contained in that smile.
"I’m sorry, the real Dragon King Festival is about to begin, black mages, the Dragon King, and you humans..."
"Which side will be able to survive?"
"The time to decide all of this is coming!"
"Are you planning to start a war?" Makarov’s face sank.
"It’s annihilation!" The low voice seemed to contain countless blood.
The current Zeref was like that in the history of Ishgar.
So brutal, so cold-blooded.
Makarov clenched his fists tightly, and angry veins burst out on his forehead.
"I will never hand over the First to you!" He opened his mouth wide and roared.
Buzz!
Zeref seemed to have no intention of talking any further.
Stretching out his arm, a dark black magic ball covered Makarov’s surroundings.
The terrifying pressure even made Makarov, this Wizard Saint, unable to resist.
"I will take Fairy Heart myself." Zeref said in a low voice.
"But I still want to thank you..."
"Thank you for raising Natsu, and also for cultivating a monster like Finn."
Zeref’s strength on his hand seemed to be even more forceful.
The surging pressure made Makarov let out a painful cry.
"I will help you get rid of it immediately, and then send your body to Fairy Tail."
"At that time, your lovely children will definitely be angry and want to kill me, right..."
Zeref smiled and continued to ask: "Do you have any last words?"
The feeling that the smile gave Makarov was so crazy and ugly.
Just like his name.
An ugly demon who harbored coveted for Fairy Heart.
Makarov felt that he was too naive.
For the peace of Ishgar, and in order to protect his children, he even disbanded the guild.
But... he did not expect that the other party did not intend to accept any negotiations at all.
All of this was meaningless.
Regret!
It was not regret that his life was about to pass away.
But it was regret that he had personally disbanded the home of those children...
Biting his teeth tightly, Makarov let out a roar that belonged to humans: "You... ugly demon!!"
Squinting his eyes slightly, Zeref’s smile disappeared: "The name Spriggan refers to the ugly fairy..."
His arm suddenly tightened.
The dark black magic ball that wrapped Makarov began to shrink crazily.
Swish————!!
The suddenly ringing sound of breaking through the air made Makarov stunned for a short time.
Then, he felt that he seemed to have escaped from Zeref’s shackles.
"Mest?!" Makarov widened his eyes.
The person who came was Mest, who had gone to the western continent with Erza and others to rescue Makarov.
Although he was surprised that Zeref was in front of him at this moment.
But he knew that there could be no hesitation for even a second.
And he immediately activated his Teleportation Magic.
Relying on dozens of teleports, he took Makarov and fled the royal capital of the Alvarez Empire.
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Mest teleported Makarov to a desolate mountain outside the royal capital.
The continuous teleportation consumed a lot of Mest’s magic power.
So much so that he was panting heavily and slumped on the ground at the moment when the teleportation was completed.
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