34 Chapter 34 : Finished?

Natsu, the renowned Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail, had been gaining significant recognition lately for his magical prowess.

The formidable "Fairy Queen" Erza teaming alongside the Salamander Natsu to confront them but their plans were undoubtedly shrouded in secrecy.

"Silence! These Fairy Tail nuisances dare to meddle in my plans? Ridiculous! Anyone who opposes me shall face swift retribution!"

Erigor seethed with anger, his grasp on the curse song now firm. Failure was not an option.

"First on my list to eradicate: you, the pest! Vanish before me!"

Erigor focused on Kyros, swiftly joining his index and middle fingers before directing them at her.

"Whistle—!!"

A razor-sharp wind blade sliced toward Kyros's neck.

With a raised palm, Kyros countered.

"Fool!"

"Boom!"

The wind blade clashed against Kyros's palm, only to be effortlessly dispersed.

"What?! How is this possible?!" Erigor's eyes widened in disbelief as his attack was thwarted.

Kyros smirked at Erigor. "Is that all you've got? The title 'Death' may sound imposing, but your magic falls short."

"Don't get cocky!" Erigor's fingers danced once more.

Furiously, he bellowed, "Storm Surge!"

A fierce tornado erupted from Erigor's hand, hurtling towards Kyros.

Kyros's lips twitched into a smirk. "This should be fun!"

Gripping his mace tightly, he advanced, arms coiling around the weapon.

"Crack!"

As Kyros swung his mace, the ground quaked beneath him, sending a powerful shockwave towards Erigor.

"Bam—!!"

The tornado dissipated under Kyros's onslaught, its remnants striking Erigor.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Erigor staggered backward, feeling as though he'd been hit by a freight train, screaming as he was propelled through the air.

"Mr. Erigor!"

The members of Eisenwald watched in shock as their ace, Erigor, was sent flying by Kyros. He was their last hope for resistance. If he fell, their cause would be lost.

Slowly rising from the ground, Erigor wiped blood from his mouth, his gaze darkening as he surveyed Kyros.

"It appears I underestimated you. With such strength, are there no unknown powerhouses within Fairy Tail."

"Alright then! Bring it on!" 

"No matter who you are, you won't be able to stop me. The warm-up's done; it's time to get serious."

Erigor folded his arms across his chest and murmured softly, "Storm Wrap!"

His arms spread wide, drawing the wind swiftly towards him. In the blink of an eye, the wind enveloped Erigor entirely, compressing and swirling around his form, crafting a garment akin to a tempest.

"Whoa!" Natsu exclaimed, taken aback by the spectacle.

Lucy gasped, "A garment made of wind?!"

Erza, her expression grave, remarked, "Erigor, known as the 'Death God,' lives up to his reputation. His strength is formidable indeed."

Had it been an ordinary dark guild, Erza could have handled it solo. However, upon discovering Erigor as their adversary, she deemed it wise to enlist Kyros's assistance for added security.

"Let's dance!" 

Erigor descended from the sky, aiming a dual-footed kick at Kyros.

Kyros raised her arm to block.

"Boom!" The ground beneath Kyros's feet fractured.

"This is amusing," Kyros remarked, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he faced Erigor.

"You insolent child!" Erigor seethed, incensed by the mocking smile on Kyros's face.

With a backhand motion, he swung his scythe at Kyros's neck.

"Ding!"

Kyros remained still, allowing Erigor's scythe to make contact with his neck.

Erigor's expression shifted, realizing his scythe hadn't even grazed Kyros's skin. Was this person truly human, or something else entirely?

Erigor recoiled, performing a backflip to land on the ground.

"Crack!"

Kyros cracked his neck, fixing his gaze upon Erigor. "Is that all you've got?"

Erigor stood frozen for a moment, his expression contorting with a mixture of shock and anger. Though just two words were spoken, he felt a depth of insult he had never experienced before.

"Curses! Rot in hell!"

"Storm Crush!!"

With a swift gesture, Erigor unleashed a barrage of wind blades hurtling towards Kyros.

Kyros nonchalantly swung his mace, shattering many of the wind blades. Those that managed to reach him were met with his sturdy frame, crumbling upon impact.

"What?! This can't be!" Erigor exclaimed, disbelief etched across his features as his wind magic failed to even scratch Kyros.

Meanwhile, the members of Eisenwald were equally astonished. Was this man truly invincible? Even if he possessed extraordinary resilience, he should have shown signs of pain by now.

Karacka, observing Kyros closely, suddenly paled, beads of sweat trickling down his face. "No... it can't be... he... could he possibly..."

"Not bad! Got any stronger tricks up your sleeve? Perhaps a bit more effort might crack this defense," Kyros taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You impudent brat! How dare you mock me!"

"Mock you? You're not even worth my attention!" Kyros retorted with a grin, as if truly dismissing Erigor's threats.

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