A pitch-black cloak, a pitch-black mask, and five master staffs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Strangely dressed men walk in Salt Lake City.

It was clear that it was broad daylight, but he was dressed like he was walking at night, he was obviously in a big city, but there was no one around, he was walking quietly, but every step was sounding, and the long wind rolled up his cloak and hunted, and he walked unhurriedly, but he seemed to have crossed the space, and he had to sweep forward several meters in one step.

-- There is always a way to find empty streets in the middle of the city.

Nearing the end of the year, Mystergang stopped, dissipated the magic circle attached to the soles of his feet, and pulled out a master staff from his back.

Turning his head, he saw the window of the shop next to him, and the figure reflected on the glass looked dusty. Misgang didn't care, it was normal for him to run in the wild all year round and be covered in dust, not to mention that he hadn't rested for almost two days.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he looked carefully at the reflection in the mirror, perhaps because he had been hurrying at high speed, and a strand of hair had always escaped, all hidden in his hood, and his hair was a bright blue. Just this touch of brightness completely destroys the low-key temperament he deliberately created.

Misty carefully tucked his hair and examined the glass up and down before nodding in satisfaction and turning out of the secluded street.

The rest of the street was bustling with people - after all, it was an important branch of the Ghost Dominators.

Shaking off the dust from his robes, Mistergang strode forward. The slender staff in his hand also fell with the rhythm of his footsteps.

"Da!"

The tip of the cane collides with the bluestone pavement, making a crisp sound.

"Boom!"

But when the sound came, it was a magnificent bell.

Centered on the tip of the cane, an invisible wave was stirred.

The pedestrians around them turned their heads in surprise, but before they could see anything clearly, they felt a strong drowsiness hit them.

"Plop, plop, plop ......" pedestrians all over the street slept one after another, and none of them were spared.

Mysterhill looked up at the Spectre's Dominator branch high above, raised his staff, and stepped up.

"Da, da......"

The crisp sound of collision was particularly clear in the silence of the street.

The Ghost Dominator was also alarmed, and a large number of sorcerers flocked to the door. But his face was suddenly frightened, his hands and feet were cold, and he no longer dared to take a step close to Mistergang.

They weren't seeing humans! No, they were humans, but the ghostly sorcerers thought it was some kind of unspeakable horror!

Ignoring the magicians standing in front of him, Misgang continued to walk inside the gate, but the ghosts did not dare to stop him, and he was blocked back alone.

Entering the hall of the guild, Misty Hill walked all the way to the center before stopping, the staff was lightly beaten, almost no sound, but the ghosts felt as if their hearts were paused, and they couldn't move for a while!

Micherhill glanced across the guild and nodded secretly: the number of people is almost the same.

He lifted his staff, and the abundant free magic in the air was completely drained and gathered into the gem at the top of the staff. The staff was smashed to the ground, the marble floor tiles shattered, and the staff flashed from top to bottom, and the magic power obtained from the space of one side flowed to the bottom of the staff, drawing a complex and deep magic circle on the ground.

The magic circle spreads and spreads throughout the guild.

Although the magic array was shining with golden light, it was indeed dark in front of everyone's eyes, and countless evil spirits living in hell crawled out from under their feet, pestering them to death!

They wailed and resisted with all their might, desperate to unleash their strongest magic, but could not prevent them from being dragged into the abyss.

To Mystergang, the world was still silent, and his magic array swept by, and there was no sound except for the fall of the enemy. If you look closely, you can see that the ghosts and wizards who fell to the ground are all full of horror, tearful exchanges, and even widen their eyes, quite a bit of "death without blinding" charm.

But no one died. After reconfirming the results, Milhill turned and walked towards the gate.

They're just stuck in an endless nightmare.

Walking out of the Spectre's Dominator Branch, Mister Gang lifted his staff, picked it up with the tip of the staff, took off the ghost banner hanging on the door, and stuffed it into the package behind him.

Then I walked into the deserted side street again.

Moments later, a black suit appeared outside Salt Lake City.

"The Seventy-Seventh ...... There are still forty ......" The voice coming from under the mask was a little muffled. He could be seen frowning from the peek between the hood and the mask.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and glanced at it—the list Woz had sent him was half cleared. Although Woz only sent a list of all the Spectre Dominator chapters and didn't say much, Mister Gang decisively chose the strongest way.

It's time to speed things up.

Misgang pulled his hood and stepped along.

In the wilderness, a team of more than two hundred people was trapped.

More than 200 magicians were huddled in a square with a side of 100 meters, and there seemed to be an invisible wall around them.

From time to time, someone attacks the border, but the magic can't go beyond a block area of a hundred meters. It only stirred up a purple-red "ripple" at the border, and in the ripples were countless magical words.

Word magic is best at laying out enchantments. In particular, the best of them, Filid Justin's word magic, which is large in quantity, high in quality, first-class in power, and more importantly, extremely fast in activation, simply ignores the biggest inherent flaw of "slow activation of word magic". If it weren't for the more foul Wodds in the guild, Fillid would probably be the first person in word magic.

With some time to prepare, it would be no trouble for him to trap two hundred mages with the text barrier he had arranged.

As for why it's trapping a huge team of mages, it's because it's a crusade of the Spectral Dominators.

Because within two days, nearly half of the chapters would be destroyed, and the chapters in several nearby cities specially organized a joint crusade team to meet the enemy. As a result, as soon as he left the city, he crashed into the muzzle of the gun.

Laxus was originally not interested in helping Fairy Tail, but he was even more disgusted with the Ghost Dominator, after all, the conflict between the two guilds had existed a long time ago, and it could be described as a feud, and Laxus naturally didn't mind teaching them a lesson if he had the chance.

What's more, he also wanted to try the "Divine Shrine" that he had just arrived.

Laxus took out the twenty crystal balls he had prepared in advance and patiently began to infuse his thunder and lightning magic. He didn't care about the angry scolding of the ghostly magicians next to him.

Once ready, the crystal ball is thrown into the air, hovering in mid-air around the block area.

Laxus nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, let them go." ”

Filid is a brain-dead fan of Laxus, especially when it comes to strength, and never doubts the other party. Hearing this, he immediately lifted the siege of the barrier.

The long-trapped Ghost Magiers poured out like a flood that burst their banks, slaughtering Laxus and the Thor.

But the four of them didn't panic, and Laxus smiled expectantly.

Twenty crystal balls in the air shone at the same time, and a long arc of electricity radiated like a hedgehog in the dazzling golden light, connecting with other crystal balls to form a power grid.

The power grid elongated, vaguely forming the shape of a palace, enveloping all enemies.

The light exploded brightly, and the thunder resounded. The smell of burnt paste filled the air.

The thunder and lightning quickly dissipated, and the surrounding air quickly poured into the space, replenishing the air burned by the lightning, and rolling up a gust of wind.

There was not a single person on the ground who could still stand, and almost all of them turned into black and whirring humanoid coke and lay on the ground.

"Well, it's good. Laxus said satisfied, "Even that guy's shelter can only be resisted with all his might." ”

Philid exclaimed, "The power of a single crystal ball can only be considered average, but every time it is connected to another crystal ball, the power is doubled!

Senate of Magic

"Report, a super-large-scale magic explosion has been found on the outskirts of Harugian City!"

"What's the situation? Magic power has been detected? That's a Saint Ten-level confrontation, right?"

"Could it be that the old horse and Joseph are at war?"

"Stupid, doesn't the latest intelligence say that the Ghost Dominator has attacked the goblin headquarters?"

"It's really too much!"

The original reporter pointed to the horrific image on the screen and forcibly pulled back the topic: "What I said is true! And some local residents say they saw dragons!"

"It won't be Aku......"

"Impossible, otherwise the damage would not be so small. ”

"Uh......" one of the councillors pointed to the image, "isn't this the Watts Frenner holiday home?"

"Fairy tail again? Can't they settle down a little bit?"

"Hey, you can't blame Wox for this, right?

"Victim, will sleep hurt him?"

"Who else? ”

"Well, aren't you all under Joseph's care that you don't intend to interfere in this war?" said Gerald, sarcastically.

Several of the councillors turned red.

"No, no! I just received a report that the Ghost Dominator's branch is being wiped out one by one! More than half of the branch has been destroyed!"

"Who is it?" the councillors jumped to their feet.

"Who else could there be? Demon Tail. Some schadenfreude sounded.

"Judging by the modus, it should be the work of the mysterious 'fifth man' Mystergang of Fairy Tail. ”

"Shhhh

The councillors, who had been bribed by Joseph, said, "This is too much! It must be punished! How many magicians he has killed!"

"Enough! you still have to make a face!" a soft but resolute female voice suddenly sounded, and at some point, a beautiful woman appeared in the conference room.

At first glance, this woman is somewhat similar to Mila Jenny of Fairy Tail, not in appearance, but in that gentle temperament that comes from within - of course, in terms of appearance alone, both of them are high-scoring beauties above 90 points.

Angela, everyone present knew this woman, and knew that she was also a member of Fairy Tail, and she was a senior senior.

The woman with long blue hair looked to be only about twenty years old, very young, but her gestures were full of maturity, and the parliamentarians respected her so much that even Makarov's personal presence might not have had this effect.

After all, Angela is the "image spokesperson" of Fairy Tail before Mila Jenny.

The councillor who had just been interrupted asked cautiously, "So what do you think?"

The person next to him complained disdainfully, there were many people in the Senate who were dissatisfied with the arrogance of the ghost ruler, and it was not easy to say anything at first, but now that this lord is here, then listen to her.

Angela smiled slightly, and suddenly made people feel like the room was full of brilliance: "I don't need you to do it too hard, as long as you are strictly fair." ”

"Your Excellency. Gerald asked, "Is that really the case?"

"Can you still help us fight the ghosts?" asked Angela.

None of the councilors spoke, they really couldn't interfere in the confrontation between the regular guilds, and this time it was a serious violation to make an exception to relax the war between the ghosts and the fairy tails.

"Don't worry, we Fairy Tail won't lose!" Angela said confidently.

No, the councillors were secretly thinking, if the ghost lost, it would be even worse - because the scale of the ghost is too large, and if it fails, it will inevitably be forcibly dissolved by the Senate, and then most of the towns below the small city level in the country will face a vacuum of the Wizard Guild!

But Angela doesn't care so much, people who are born in fairy tails have a bad habit of protecting their shorts. She hurried to the Senate to prevent some guys from doing anything more at this juncture, and since she had already been warned, she was in a hurry to return to the guild, and she had been absent from the guild for half a year for various reasons, and she missed everyone in the guild a little.