Chapter 12

“The Magic Council’s sanctions?”

“Hahahaha, do you think I’m really afraid of the Magic Council’s sanctions?!”

“Kid, don’t think you’re invincible just because you blocked a Magic Convergence Cannon; my magic is even more terrifying, go repent in hell! Death Storm!”

After hearing Erza’s voice, a ferocious smile appeared on Jose’s face.

Watching Ace ignore him and despise him again and again, and not make any move to his ‘advice’, the last bit of patience in Jose’s heart had completely disappeared.

From beginning to end, Jose was never a guy with a good temper.

Following Jose’s roar, the magical power in Jose’s body boiled completely.

Death Storm, this is Jose’s strongest magic, condensing a massive amount of dark magical power through both hands, thereby producing an exceptionally powerful dark shockwave, not only far exceeding the Magic Convergence Cannon, Jupiter, in direct destructive power.

It can also devour the soul of the attacked object.

Even, if the target chooses to use large-scale defensive magic to defend, it can devour the opponent’s magical power to strengthen itself.

Don’t look at how this move was instantly cracked by Makarov in the original work.

However, Makarov possessed an absolute advantage: the possession of a super-magic that completely transcended conventional nature—Fairy Law.

Otherwise, it was not certain that Makarov could have won.

A terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire scene.

Except for a very small number of powerful individuals, everyone else collapsed to the ground in the face of Jose’s surging magic power.

Even Erza, Natsu, and other stronger mages appeared somewhat unstable in their combat prowess when facing Jose at full strength.

At this current stage, the gap between Erza and her peers and the Ten Wizard Saints remained immense.

"Hey, hey, why have you suddenly become so angry?"

Looking at Jose’s somewhat distorted expression, Ace’s face showed no obvious change. He smiled slightly and said, "I had originally thought that you, Mr. Jose, were at least a fellow with some self-restraint."

"But looking at it now, I was right."

"One look at Mr. Jose and it’s clear: you would certainly get along well with those fellows from the Witch Cult."

"Since Mr. Jose is treating me with such seriousness,"

"then I must certainly return the favor with the same attitude."

As Ace’s voice fell, an equally powerful and majestic aura rose from his body, followed by rolling heat waves more than ten times stronger than before.

"Great Flame Commandment: Flame Emperor!"

In the sky, the black light of death, symbolizing demise, descended from above.

Simultaneously, standing on the cliff, a flame radiance carrying an intensely scorching aura shot straight into the clouds.

"BOOM!!!!"

The violent sound of the collision caused the entire ground to begin trembling intensely.

In that instant, everyone present felt their vision occupied by red and black light.

But the next second, something that shocked everyone present occurred: in the face of the red light, the black light held out for only a single instant before shattering.

Jose’s powerful, majestic, and peerless aura that had just enveloped the entire scene also disintegrated along with the shattering of the black light.

"How is this possible?!"

"My Death Storm, how could you possibly break through my Death Storm?!"

Jose looked at the instantly shattered Death Storm and growled in disbelief.

Jose could not believe that his strongest magic, the one he was most proud of, had been defeated so easily.

One must know, this was the strongest magic Jose had researched day and night for nearly a decade, solely to defeat Makarov!

However, there was no helping it.

The fire Ace used was the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit, not the traditional magic power of the Fairy Tail world.

The Death Storm’s ability to devour magic power was completely ineffective against the Great Flame Commandment: Flame Emperor, and in terms of raw strength alone, Jose was at most equivalent to a one-star Ace.

Now, Ace had been upgraded to the two-star level by Lin Cheng, and all his attributes had seen a massive increase.

Thus, this scene came to pass.

In the eyes of outsiders, Jose Porla, one of the Ten Wizard Saints who stood at the pinnacle of the continent and symbolized the world’s strongest combat power, was completely routed the moment he faced Ace’s attack.

Jose didn’t even have time to continue growling or roaring before he was rapidly reduced to ashes in the face of the absolute flames.

Flesh and blood were directly evaporated by the high temperature; not even the pungent smell of burning could remain.

At this moment, the entire world fell into silence.

Everyone looked at the scene before them in disbelief, watching the moment Jose was instantly killed by Ace.

In this instant, it was as if everything had come to a standstill; even the eternal flow of time seemed to have stopped.

Meanwhile, on Lin Cheng’s side, the attribute panel in his mind once again welcomed a screen-filling system notification of harvested emotion points.

However, because there was a daily cap on emotion points per person, the scene of Lin Cheng controlling Ace to block the Magic Convergence Cannon had already nearly drained the daily limit of emotion points everyone present could provide, so Lin Cheng did not harvest many more.

It stopped once the emotion points reached around five hundred thousand.

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‘It seems it really reached the upper limit.’

‘Although there are many powerful mages in Phantom Lord and Fairy Tail who can contribute far more emotion points than ordinary people, the base number of people is still small.’

Looking at the system panel where the growth speed of emotion points in his mind became extremely slow, Lin Cheng was thoughtful.

This script was even better than Lin Cheng expected.

Originally Lin Cheng thought that harvesting a million emotion points would be about enough, but he didn’t expect that it would directly squeeze out the upper limit of emotion points of everyone present.

Back and forth, Lin Cheng harvested nearly 1.7 million emotion points.

If it weren’t for the fact that the upper limit of emotion points for everyone present was about 1.7 million, I’m afraid Lin Cheng’s emotion points now would have more than doubled; after all, Jose, a Ten Wizard Saint, died.

‘But if the emotion point upper limit has already been reached now, does the subsequent script actually have no revenue?’

Lin Cheng suddenly felt that continuing to stage the subsequent script was a bit of a loss.

After all, the audience at the scene almost had no emotion points left to provide to Lin Cheng.

According to Lin Cheng’s plan, the next part was the all-out collision between the two A-rank puppets, Ace and Sloth.

This was the debut show of the two major brand-new forces Lin Cheng constructed, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Witch Cult.

‘Forget it, no revenue is no revenue.’

‘Must perform the script well so that it is convenient for the next script to be performed.’

Lin Cheng was somewhat helpless.

This was also something that couldn’t be helped.

Of course, although the first wave of the most violent emotion point revenue had reached the upper limit, if there were no accidents, after various newspapers reported today’s events, Lin Cheng’s revenue would not be low.

In fact, Lin Cheng was already prepared to spend money secretly to hire some newspapers to report crazily that Jose, the guild master of Phantom Lord and a Ten Wizard Saint, was instantly killed by Ace.

By that time, Lin Cheng estimated it roughly.

Not to mention much, two or three million emotion points probably wouldn’t be burned anywhere; after all, just within the Kingdom of Fiore, the population reached 18 million.

At least one-third of them could come into contact with newspapers.

Even if only one-tenth of the people who come into contact with newspapers contribute emotion points to Lin Cheng, and each person only contributes one emotion point to Lin Cheng, Lin Cheng’s emotion point income could reach 600,000.

Thinking of this, Lin Cheng smiled slightly and put his attention back to Ace and Sloth, preparing to start the main content of the script, the slaughter between the Whitebeard Pirates cadre and the Witch Cult cadre.

“Ho, how is it possible.”

“That is, that is a Ten Wizard Saint…”

Lucy, watching the scene where Jose was instantly turned into ashes by Ace’s attack, instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Such a scene completely exceeded Lucy’s imagination limit.

For the battle between Ace and Jose, Lucy definitely had expectations; Ace also blocked the terrifying Magic Convergence Cannon just now, proving his strength, and she hadn’t thought that Ace couldn’t defeat Jose, this Ten Wizard Saint.

However, defeating is defeating, but instant killing is truly too terrifying.

At this very moment, Lucy wanted to say something, but couldn’t say it at all.

“This, this, this guy is indeed…”

It wasn’t just Lucy who couldn’t speak.

At this time, looking at such a scene, even Natsu, who had been shouting to challenge Ace one-on-one just now, couldn’t speak either; Natsu wasn’t a fool.

Naturally, he knew Jose’s power.

After all, he was a character of the same level as his own old man, Makarov.

‘I’m afraid this guy is the real monster.’

Everyone in Fairy Tail had the same view tacitly.

“Everyone, let’s leave quickly.”

Watching the Fairy Tail crowd who were shocked and dazed, Ace smiled slightly and said: “The next guy is a bit troublesome; I might not be able to protect everyone.”

“I’ll leave the request to you, Miss Erza.”

As he spoke, Ace handed the portrait of ‘Blackbeard’ in his arms to Erza beside him.

“Is it someone from the Witch Cult?”

“Even for you, will you feel trouble?”

Erza, after hearing Ace’s words, frowned fiercely.