nagpurpolice Chapter 341 A machine is ultimately just a machine
Chapter 341 A machine is ultimately just a machine
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"Sorry, but there's no reason to return what's in my hands, especially since it's something I've captured from the enemy."
Moen, carrying the "Ten Commandments Gun," responded with a smile to the berserk Erza Knightworth, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
This response naturally made Erza Knightworth even more annoyed, but Moen simply ignored her.
Feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand, Moen was quite surprised; this "anti-dry gun" was actually quite heavy.
Erza Knightworth's strength is truly not to be underestimated; she can wield this spear with such power without relying on magic.
Moen had to admit that he had underestimated Erza of "Edras". This girl was not simply a pure wielder of the "Dry Gun".
In this respect, he is at least much better than Hughes and Hugh Boy. Those two are easy to manipulate once they lose their magical items, and they are not much stronger than ordinary people.
This is the biggest difference between mages in the world of "Edras" and mages in the world of "Esland".
Even though they are both holding-type mages, those in the world of "Aislanden" still possess a certain level of combat ability even after losing their magical items.
"Come on, Knightworth! I can defeat you even without weapons!"
Erza shouted at Erza Knightworth across from her, saying that even without using "Dress Up Magic," she was still the "Fairy Queen" and still had the confidence to win.
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Erza Knightworth remained silent, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Although she was confident in her physical strength, she was still at a disadvantage compared to Erza, who was still full of magic at this time.
Erza can use magic to strengthen herself, which is the most basic ability of a mage and the reason why mages are generally quite resilient; they can use magic to protect their bodies.
However, Erza Knightworth has no magic power.
In this respect, she is certainly no match for Erza; she must rely on the "Ten Commandments Gun" to bridge this gap.
"Don't worry, I don't even know how to use magic."
Erza could tell what Erza Knightworth was thinking.
"Let's compete in the purest form of martial arts."
Erza then spoke, her expression calm, clearly serious.
It's clear that Erza is also a bit obsessed; right now, she's determined to defeat her counterpart from another world in a fair and square manner.
"good!"
Erza Knightworth readily agreed; Erza had no choice but to believe her.
There's nothing she can do; whether or not Erza uses it is ultimately her own decision. Even if someone does use it, there's nothing she can say.
"You two really don't take King Faust seriously at all. He's showing his power right now."
Moen muttered a helpless comment about the two Erzas fighting one-on-one.
"Please help us designate a safe area, Moen."
Erza looked at Moen. She had clearly planned ahead. She wanted to fight Erza Knightworth without being affected, and she definitely needed Moen's help. Otherwise, it would be impossible to proceed.
"Alright."
Seeing Erza's serious expression, Moen nodded helplessly in agreement.
He then waved his hand, creating a four-sided "crystal wall" that surrounded both Erzas.
The "Crystal Wall" arena wasn't very large, but it was big enough for the two Erzas who didn't use magic to fight.
"Are you just going to let her do whatever she wants?"
Seeing Moen going along with Erza's ideas so recklessly, Laxus's brows furrowed so deeply they could practically snap chopsticks in two.
"It's harmless, why can't we do it?"
When asked about his brother's questioning, Moen's answer was simple: it was just a small request, and he would do his best to fulfill it.
"Hmph, they could have easily defeated the enemy, but they chose to do this."
Laxus looked annoyed. This wasn't a martial arts competition, so why bother with fairness? If you're strong, you're strong, and you should defeat your enemy decisively.
Moreover, he was also very unhappy about the idea of using "Droma Arnim" for training. No matter how much training these useless soldiers received, they would not improve and might even increase casualties.
"You... you..."
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Seeing the stubborn Laxus, Moen shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do.
Moen actually understands Laxus's thoughts, and may even be the person who understands Laxus best among those present.
Laxus's idea was for the strong to resolve the battle cleanly and efficiently, saving the weak from having to work hard for a long time and potentially suffering casualties.
Although Laxus keeps calling them "trash," his true intention is to protect them and not let them die.
The plight of Fairy Tail in the world of Edolas further solidified his belief that "useless" people should stay home obediently.
Otherwise, their fate will certainly not be good. If any crisis or big trouble occurs, these "useless" people will only die in vain.
Grandpa Makarov was only protective of his own, but with Laxus, he became even more domineering, to the point of completely disregarding the personal wishes of his other companions.
Such domineering behavior would naturally not be accepted by everyone in the family-like atmosphere of "Fairy Tail." It goes against the spirit of the guild and is the ultimate form of individual heroism.
"Actually, everyone is doing a great job, aren't they? Why can't we trust them a little more?"
Watching his companions, looking disheveled yet tenaciously regrouping amidst the billowing smoke and beams of magical energy, relentlessly battling the colossal creature, Moen gestured for Laxus to savor the atmosphere of mutual support and unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.
As for where the adversity came from? Don't ask.
"What's so good about it? They're all bruised and battered. If it weren't for your protection, someone might have been killed just now."
Laxus scoffed at this, not thinking these guys were doing anything particularly good; they were only doing so because Moen was there to back them up.
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Moen opened his mouth, unsure how to refute it, because he had indeed helped just now.
"This training is mainly for those guys who charge ahead; those in the back are the support team."
Moen pointed to the "forward group" that was at the forefront and had not been protected by his "Crystal Wall" and explained to Laxus.
Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, Elfman, Joey, Nabu, Jet, and Pacas of "Four-Headed Hound" and several melee fighters from "Blue Pegasus" were all in a sorry state, almost everyone was bruised and covered in dust, but they were still in high spirits and continued to launch attacks with the help of the "support team".
"We'll talk about it after we win."
Laxus's response was simple: he still didn't believe these guys could win.
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Moen fell silent again, not knowing what to say.
Because despite Natsu and the others' efforts, they hadn't actually caused any real damage to "Droma Anim".
Although Moen also wanted to say something in their defense, he couldn't just ignore the objective facts and make baseless accusations.
"Show some backbone, you brats!"
Moen was anxious and wished he could take over the fight himself, but unfortunately he hadn't developed that ability yet.
"Diamond Dust Fist!"
In the center of the battlefield, Gray, wearing the "Cygnus Suit," once again used his signature move out of frustration.
With a low shout, an extremely cold magical vortex condensed at the tip of Gray's fist, and countless tiny ice crystals in the air instantly froze. A howling, biting winter wind was unleashed from his fist, engulfing "Droma Arnim".
"Sizzle!"
Wherever the cold wind passed, the ground quickly froze into thick layers of frost, making a faint freezing sound. Cold mist filled the air, and the temperature plummeted.
But when the "Diamond Star Fist" struck the silver-armored monster, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, only causing the steel monster to stagger.
"Still not working?"
Gray sighed, looking at the opponent's almost undamaged armor, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes. Wearing the "Cygnus Suit," his magic power was much stronger than others, yet he still couldn't break through the monster's defense.
"Can we really do it?"
At this moment, Gray couldn't help but begin to doubt, a heavy sense of powerlessness accompanied by a bone-chilling coldness permeating his heart.
"You can't do it, Gray! Watch me!"
Gray's defeat was discouraging, but then a voice that never gives up rang out.
Natsu, clad in his "Leo Minor Suit," had a burning fighting spirit in his eyes. He took a deep breath, the intense heat of which even caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.
The "fire dragon" drew circles with clumsy movements, and rings of blazing flames formed in his hands as if they were alive, rotating, compressing, and condensing, finally merging into a huge fireball with violent energy surging inside, emitting piercing light and astonishing heat waves.
"Lion Cub Bombardment!"
All his energy was concentrated in his fist. Natsu roared and threw the large fireball in his hand as if he were throwing a small sun.
Terrifying energy swirled around the giant fireball, trailing a long, orange-red tail of flame. Wherever it passed, the air exploded, and the ground was scorched and cracked by the intense heat, as if it were about to burn everything to ashes.
This is not just the power of "Leo Minor," but also the power of "Fire Dragon Slayer Magic." The two destructive forces have merged together, forming an even more terrifying destructive force.
In comparison, Natsu's all-out attack, "Lion Cub Bombardment," actually has a more direct and destructive force than Gray's "Diamond Dust."
"Buzz!"
The massive fireball, trailing a fiery tail, hurtled towards "Droma Arnim," while King Faust, with a hint of contempt and annoyance, raised his arm to try and deflect the fireball.
"boom!!!"
The instant the fireball made contact with the robotic arm, a blinding light burst forth, followed by a deafening, terrifying roar! The fireball exploded in an instant, scattering flames across the sky, and "Droma Arnim" was sent flying backward.
"Success!!!"
As they watched "Droma Arnim" fly backward amidst a burst of light and flames, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, their weary faces instantly replaced by ecstasy.
The "Droma Arnim," which had remained unscathed despite being relentlessly bombarded by the crowd, now had half of its left arm missing. The broken part of the forearm revealed a dark red metallic lump that had melted and then quickly solidified, with black smoke billowing from its internal structure and wiring, exposed to the air.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"
King Faust, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to his feet while maneuvering "Droma Arnim." The metal joints made a screeching sound, and his face was completely distorted, filled with disbelief and extreme anger.
He raised "Droma Arnim's" left arm and looked at the missing left forearm, feeling as if he were dreaming.
The invincible "Dromar Arnim"! "Dromar Arnim" is absolutely immune to magic damage!
His forearm was blown off by the "fire dragon's" magic!
"Hahaha!!! I really am the strongest!!! Gray! You're still a long way off!!!"
Seeing his victory, Natsu was completely exhausted and could barely stand, but he still put his hands on his hips, looked up and let out his signature laugh. He was a little carried away, but that was normal for him.
Actually, if it was just "Droma Anim" that was injured, Natsu wouldn't be so happy.
However, now that he has done this after Gray made his move and after Gray failed, it is naturally different; the joy is multiplied.
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Gray looked at the one-armed mechanical monster, then at the ecstatic Natsu, and his lips twitched.
He wanted to retort, but didn't know what to say. The sense of defeat was somewhat lessened by the results before him.
"This is all thanks to everyone's hard work; you just happened to deliver the final blow."
Gray didn't say it aloud, but someone else did it for him—it was Packas. He was panting heavily, wiping the sweat and dust from his face, and shouted it out loud.
The "lead dog" of this "four-headed hound" looked very serious, and its level of awareness was quite remarkable.
Of course, whether it was truly out of public interest or because he was annoyed at being hit by Natsu's final blow, no one knows.
However, Natsu didn't care, because he simply collapsed to the ground with a "thud," his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath. Sweat instantly soaked the ground beneath him; that attack had completely exhausted everything, and his magical energy was depleted.
Natsu needs to rest for a while and let his magic recover, but it won't take long.
Above the sky, the remaining magic of the stars in the constellation "Leo Minor" could still provide him with magic. Looking up at the dust-filled sky, Natsu's lips curled into a tired but satisfied smile.
"See? I told you they could do it."
Natsu's impressive attack finally gave Moen something to say, and he immediately raised an eyebrow at Laxus.
"And now? That guy looks like he's going crazy, while Natsu is completely exhausted."
Laxus nodded, acknowledging Natsu's efforts, but then immediately raised a cold laugh in disbelief.
Natsu has some strength and potential, a fact Laxus has always acknowledged, but even if he gives it his all, this is all he can achieve.
"Exhausted? For Natsu, exhaustion is not the end."
Moen shook his head seriously; he knew Natsu far better than Laxus did.
Natsuko is far from losing his fighting ability. This guy's body seems to have inexhaustible magic power, and he can always squeeze out power. It's as if as long as the fire in his heart doesn't go out, his power can keep flowing up.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
With his forearm severed, "Droma Arnim" roared like a wounded beast, his eyes flashing crimson light wildly, his entire body exuding an aura of violence and destruction.
A terrifying beam of magical energy shot out from Droma Arnim's eyes, like two scarlet whips of light, sweeping wildly and haphazardly towards the group of mages surrounding him.
The mages either dodged or used their techniques to defend themselves, displaying their unique abilities in a chaotic display of skill. At the same time, they cooperated with each other, providing cover for one another. The group worked together with remarkable coordination.
The situation did not turn out as Laxus had expected; the group was not quickly defeated by the crazed "Droma Arnim".
The truth is quite the opposite. Even though everyone's magic was gradually running out and their movements were becoming sluggish due to fatigue, their increasingly skillful teamwork and understanding of the "Droma Arnim" three-pronged attack made them more composed and methodical in dealing with it, and they even gradually became more and more at ease.
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This time, it was Laxus's turn to fall silent; this development had clearly exceeded his expectations once again.
Looking at those figures who instinctively helped each other in the face of crisis, looking at their disheveled appearance but still gritting their teeth and persevering, and looking at Natsu who had struggled to stand up again, Laxus felt a lump in his throat and couldn't help but clench his fists.
This is not the scene he wanted to see, but... is this really not the scene he wanted to see?
"Droma Arnim is very strong and troublesome, but a machine is still just a machine, and its limits are what they are."
However, Laxus, humanity has no limits; humanity is the most adept creature in the world at creating miracles.
Moen looked at Laxus and began to press his advantage.
"A cold machine cannot defeat a heart that burns eternally."