Chapter 471

"Puchi—!"

Hidan pulled the black spear from his abdomen and thrust it back into his heart.

His pupils instantly trembled, and the expression on his face gradually turned to one of pleasure.

Yet the color in Jacob's pupils began to slowly drift apart.

"Thud!"

As the most outstanding and excellent assassin of the Alvarez Empire, he gradually collapsed to the ground.

Scarlet blood spread outward from all around Jacob's body.

By now Brandish had no time to turn back and look at Jacob's condition.

She sprinted the whole way without daring to stop, went straight aboard the ship, and ordered the soldiers to set sail and leave at once.

For members of the Twelve Holy Shields, their standing within the Alvarez Empire was very high.

Even fleeing the battlefield would not bring any punishment, let alone under the current circumstances.

Brandish did not believe she could, by her own strength, contend against so many people.

The fellow in the sky who kept dropping bombs on them below was still ceaselessly destroying their ships.

In just a few short minutes, of their fleet of ten thousand, barely one in ten remained.

"Ishgar... are all its inhabitants this terrifying..."

Fear gradually crept into Brandish's eyes, and a sudden panic stirred in her heart.

Looking at Dimaria lying on the deck, her life or death unknown, Brandish could not help but feel a measure of dread toward this continent.

On the southern wasteland, the Alvarez Empire's forces, which had entered Ishgar's border as a marching army, had fully assembled.

The troops led primarily by August were the first to arrive at this wasteland to reorganize.

By his side, Neinhart, Ajeel Ram, and Bloodman were also among them; the three had originally harbored some dissatisfaction.

But because August was leading them, the three did not dare show it.

The one who should have been commanding a unit of his own had instead to follow another on campaign—anyone in his place would find it an unpleasant matter.

But the strength of the Wizard King August was, by rights, worthy of their respect.

"Lord August, perhaps we should simply split the troops."

"At this rate, when are we ever going to reach the country ahead and have a proper fight?"

The Desert King Ajeel sighed, a hint of displeasure gradually surfacing in his eyes.

But that hint of displeasure vanished the instant August glanced his way.

Though they were all members of the Twelve Holy Shields, their standings still differed to some degree.

The Wizard King August was hailed within the Alvarez Empire as the man whose mastery of magic was second only to Zeref Dragneel.

In terms of sheer strength alone, he was enough to beat Ajeel by a wide margin.