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In the blink of an eye, all three hundred plus men in black were defeated.
The opponent—
Only the Necromancer remained, along with his twenty Soldier Puppets.
"What?!"
"You took out my subordinates in a single move?!"
"You are definitely no ordinary Wizard! Which guild are you from?"
Seeing his subordinates defeated in one blow, the Necromancer immediately realized the two before him were not simple. He became alert at once, controlling the puppet to pull back and form a defensive line in front of him.
"Fairy Tail!"
The Necromancer was stunned: "Fairy Tail?!"
"The Magic Guild that assisted Queen Lily in seizing the throne?!"
"Could you be the rumored Fairy Commander, the one chosen by the Council as one of the Ten Wizard Saints, Weston?!"
What's this?
So the news of him becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints had already spread?
Well, it made sense. After all, a month had passed, and this was a major event involving all of Ishgar and even the entire Magic World. It was only natural for it to spread.
"Indeed, it is I!"
Weston crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
The Necromancer scrutinized Weston several times before nodding slightly. "It really is you! No wonder you have such strength..."
"It seems those fellows at the Council aren't all useless. At least they have some eye for talent."
Tsk tsk tsk—
Oh, Council members, remember to reflect on whether you've been working hard every night before you go to sleep!
Look at your image in the public's mind, see how far has it fallen!
After a silent internal complaint about the Council, Weston looked back at the Necromancer. "Since you know I am one of the Ten Wizard Saints, do you still not plan to surrender?"
"Hmph!"
"Brat, you really let a few compliments go to your head!"
"Did taking out a bunch of useless trash make you lose your mind with pride?"
"I'd like to see just how much weight this Ten Wizard Saints title chosen by the Council actually holds!"
As the Necromancer spoke, he thrust his magic staff into the ground and distorted it, invoking Necromancy once again.
In an instant, the twenty puppet moved in unison, attacking from different directions.
"Warrod!"
"Leave it to me!!"
As the most solid backbone of Fairy Tail and the most trustworthy partner to watch one's back, Warrod was long used to playing support in battle, creating opportunities for his teammates to deal damage.
Earlier, Warrod had intended to stall those three hundred plus Wizards himself. Now that they had been taken out by Weston, his task naturally became stalling the puppet.
With a loud shout from Warrod, a tender green sapling burst forth from the muddy ground beneath his feet!
The sapling grew the moment it touched light, turning into a thick vine the size of several men's embrace in the blink of an eye.
Under the control of Warrod's Plant Magic, the vine continued to grow wildly. At the same time, the front end branched out, turning from one head into twenty. They whipped through the air like tentacles before striking at the lunging puppet!
Puchi puchi—
The puppet were struck hard by the giant vines, sent flying back over ten meters.
"Excellent!"
Warrod couldn't help but cheer at the sight, but in the next second, his smile froze on his face.
Because after those puppet fell to the ground, they neither collapsed nor stopped moving. Instead, as if nothing had happened, they stood back up with a mechanical clatter and lunged at the two once more.
"They're fine?!"
"They were already dead to begin with, of course it's normal for them to be fine!"
Just then, the puppet that had been holding a sword stepped forward and charged at the vines.
Swish swish swish—
The sword flashed, and the giant vine was instantly sliced into four or five segments.
"What?!"
Warrod hadn't expected the swordsmanship of that puppet to be so exquisite. He was startled, breaking into a cold sweat as he hurriedly controlled more trees and vines to fill the gap.
"That soldier... was he some kind of master swordsman in life?"
Hearing this, the Necromancer looked over and sneered, "If he were truly a master swordsman, the power of the puppet's attack wouldn't be just this much!"
"Don't worry, he was just a squad leader!"
Such a powerful fellow was just a squad leader?!
Was it that the original army captain lacked an eye for talent and didn't promote this man, or was the Necromancer's magic so strong that even a random corpse could be turned into something this powerful?
"Don't let him get to you!"
Weston's calm shout pulled Warrod's thoughts back. At the same time, Weston's right hand traced a line up and down in the air.
"Super Archive: Minefield!"
Ding—
A massive black magic circle immediately lit up on the ground.
This magic move, 'Minefield', was created by Weston using the computer game 'Minesweeper' as a prototype.
Once unleashed, a large area in front becomes a trap buried with 99 mines. If one steps on the wrong spot, all the 'mines' will detonate simultaneously.
Even better, this move is fast to cast and low on consumption.
However, the Necromancer acted as if he didn't see it at all, continuing to control the puppet to charge forward violently, stepping directly into the coverage of the magic circle.
Rumble—!!!
One explosion after another followed!
The puppet seemed to have blundered into a battlefield pre-planted with a large number of landmines, their flesh and blood sent flying by the force of the explosions beneath their feet.
In an instant, dust and smoke filled the air.
"That guy clearly saw the magic circle rise, yet he still charged forward recklessly?!"
Warrod had never seen such a suicidal fighting style and was momentarily stunned.
Weston, however, had long expected this.
"Of course!"
"After all, to that guy, puppet cost nothing. He can just dig up a few more corpses."
"Don't just stand there, keep attacking!"
"The explosion just now might not have been enough to take out all those puppets."
Sure enough, after the dust cleared, Weston found that the previous move had only destroyed half of the puppets. The other ten, though injured to varying degrees, could still remain standing.
Just then, the Necromancer cast another spell.
"Undead Sacrifice!!"
In the next second, the severed limbs and corpses of the puppet that had been blown into dozens of pieces actually began to dissolve into magical energy, just like the other sacrificed corpses before. This energy flowed into the remaining ten puppet, simultaneously mending their wounds.
"This magic, it can actually be used a second time?!"
Weston's eyes widened.
"Hehehe, that's right!"
The Necromancer laughed sinisterly. "I can sacrifice the puppets at any time to repair the injuries of other puppets and strengthen their physical bodies."
"In other words, the fewer puppets there are, the stronger each individual becomes, and the more profound my control over them becomes."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
In the blink of an eye, the puppet turned into ten black shadows, shooting toward the two of them together.
"Come, let us continue with the second round!
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