Chapter 449

Warrod Seiken, one of the founders of Fairy Tail.

He let out a sigh, his expression somewhat forlorn as he looked at everyone present.

He was already over a hundred years old, and how much longer he could live was uncertain, but the occurrence of such a situation made him feel exceptionally sorrowful—sorrowful for how the people of future generations would live.

"The Magic Council must definitely be informed, but as for the common folk and the kingdom—"

"Let's leave it be."

Jura Neekis shook his head. He, with his feet planted on the ground, ought to have been brimming with confidence.

But at this moment, he looked as if he had suddenly aged considerably.

Just now, when one of the Three Phantom Gods, Osiris, descended—even if it was only the dragon's breath rushing toward him—

It could make him feel as if his legs were suddenly about to buckle.

The confidence he once felt had long since vanished.

"No! The kingdom must be told!"

"Everyone must be told. Even if we don't have the strength to resist them—"

"We must prepare in advance. Otherwise, if the dragons suddenly attack, will those common folk even have the ability to flee?"

"Those kingdom armies will have even less chance of holding off the dragons and giving ordinary people the opportunity to escape."

Ultear stood beside Makarov, a glint of resolve flashing in her eyes.

"Right. We're all a bunch of old bones anyway. I've lived long enough."

"As long as we can hold back the dragons for a little more time, perhaps more children can escape..."

Makarov also stepped forward, speaking with righteous solemnity.

In the eyes of people like them, they, already greying at the temples, all counted themselves as elderly.

Their own strength would also change gradually with age, and their stamina was long since no match for their younger days.

For the things they, as the Ten Wizard Saints, ought to do now, they should charge ahead at the forefront.

Not only must they hold back these people from another world, they must also hold back the arrival of the Dragon King Festival from four hundred years ago.

Although their strength was very weak—at least, that was how it appeared to the other side—

It did not mean they would do nothing at all.

And this was precisely why the few of them had agreed: they must inform every nation.

Their individual strength alone might not be enough to hold them back, but what if every nation in Ishgar twisted together into one?

Then it would surely be possible.

Three days later, the news that the dragons had descended once more also reached the small town where Lin Cheng was.

His Emotion Value began surging wildly. Before he had staged this Dragon King Festival instance on his own—

Lin Cheng had invested a small amount of Emotion Value, but now it seemed those investments were all trivial sums.

The truly large sums only kept rising after the arrival of this Dragon King Festival news.

Judging by this pace, the subsequent increases would surely be very substantial as well.

"Soul Society and Hueco Mundo don't need to be this early..."

"Zeref... I wonder if he'd be a little panicked upon hearing about the Dragon King Festival..."

The corners of Lin Cheng's mouth curved up slightly as he looked at a set of series dolls inside the Premium Shop...

【Sin of Wrath · Meliodas】

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【Seven Deadly Sins Series, Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins Knights】

【Abilities: Physical Techniques, Magic Counter】

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"A righteous knight who helps the kingdom resist the forces of darkness, huh..."

Looking at Meliodas's attribute panel, the corners of Lin Cheng's mouth gradually curved upward.

Far from Ishgar, in the sole empire tens of thousands of miles away—the Alvarez Empire—

The Wizard King August, who had returned gravely wounded, began recuperating the moment he was back in the imperial palace.

The grievous wounding of August, one of the two pillars of the Alvarez Empire—

This immediately caused an enormous reaction within the nation.

At the same time, an even more shocking piece of news arrived.

The Emperor of the Alvarez Empire, Zeref Dragneel, had returned.

Clad in a long white robe, Zeref Dragneel, the moment he returned to the imperial palace, summoned all of the Spriggan Twelve.

Of course, August, one of the two pillars, was still recuperating at present.