Chapter 483

"Shut up, you two, and listen to the Guild Master properly!"

Erza was undoubtedly the bane of those two, and after a thorough beating, Gray and Natsu both became considerably more obedient.

But this undoubtedly still stirred up quite a bit of hot-bloodedness among many people.

Within the guild of over a hundred people, there were already some who kept clamoring to resist the soldiers of the Alvarez Empire.

Only Makarov's expression grew increasingly grim.

Having just contacted the Fapingyi Society, he had already heard about the battle situations across the Fiore Kingdom.

Of the three battlefields, two that were relatively far from them had already achieved great victories.

But the battlefield closest to them had brought bad news.

Originally, the members of Fairy Tail were supposed to be the first to go provide support.

But unexpectedly, before it was even their turn to provide support, the Fiore Kingdom's army had already been completely annihilated.

Not only were three of the Twelve Holy Shields stationed there. 17

There was also Zeref Dragneel, known as the strongest Black Mage.

And their next target was this place, their guild, Fairy Tail.

"Quiet!"

"The opponents coming next are not ones we can handle. Erza, immediately notify the partners who are on their way back."

"Tell them not to come back, and head straight for the capital of the Fiore Kingdom."

"Everyone else as well, immediately relocate to the capital of the Fiore Kingdom."

After carefully deliberating, Makarov stood up.

His voice was filled with dejection; being unable to protect the town and guild he belonged to—

This was the most sorrowful thing, but he could not let these children go to their deaths with him.

He could not let these children make meaningless sacrifices at this time.

Enemies that even an army of tens of thousands could not stop—Makarov would not think that these people of theirs could hold them back.

Even if he sacrificed himself, sacrificed everyone in the guild, it could be said to be a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Grandpa! How can we just abandon the guild like this!"

"This is our home!"

Natsu glared at Makarov before him with a face full of anger, fleeing like a coward.

This matter was something Natsu, this thick-headed fellow, could not figure out at all.

For him, being unable to defeat the enemy might not be shameful, but being unable to protect what he treasured most was what he found hardest to accept.

Not only Natsu, but everyone else in the guild also found it very hard to accept.

Hard to accept this place that held countless memories and emotions for them.

"Shut up, Natsu!"

"The enemy is the Alvarez Empire, with not only three of the Twelve Holy Shields but also Zeref accompanying them!"

"Do you want everyone to die?"

Makarov's expression suddenly became very agitated, but slowly a glimmer of tears began to gather at the corners of his eyes.

The person with the deepest feelings for the guild was not only them.

The person with the deepest feelings was probably this Makarov, who had lived here for decades since childhood and had accompanied Fairy Tail through several generations of growth.

And Makarov's words had already made many members shut their mouths.

Just at this quiet moment, a door opened within Fairy Tail.

Looking at this door, Natsu and Erza could not help but be slightly startled.

"This door is..."

Erza's brow furrowed slightly, and her right hand rested on the hilt of the longsword at her waist.

"Click!"

The door opened, and the person who came out made the two of them slightly startled in their hearts.

It was Aizen, that Aizen who had plotted countless schemes to seize fragments of the world's will.

"Aizen? You bastard, what are you doing here!"

Natsu suddenly struck his fists together, a layer of firelight appearing, and glared at Aizen with a look of displeasure.

Glaring at this fellow who had treated them as tools to be used.

"Natsu, Erza, don't be so tense, I've come to help you."

The corner of Aizen's mouth lifted slightly, and that breezy, composed appearance, even without revealing a trace of spiritual pressure,

Could make the people around feel immense pressure.

And at this moment, a person gradually walked out from behind Aizen—it was Gin Ichimaru, Aizen's usual little sidekick.

"Lord Aizen, why bother trading with these weaklings."

"Why not just make a move and take it by force?"

Ever since Gin Ichimaru came out of the Senkaimon, his demeanor had become rather languid.

He even let out a yawn, and the faint spiritual pressure emanating from his body made everyone present feel as if their very souls were beginning to tremble.

"Trade? What are you talking about?"

"We won't trade with fellows like you!"

A flash of flame crossed Natsu's eyes, and just as he was about to strike, Erza beside him held him back.

At the same time, she turned her head to look at Makarov, who was standing in place.

"What trade? Our guild doesn't have anything that would catch your eye."

Makarov's eyes narrowed slightly; he couldn't shake the feeling that Aizen's arrival here wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"I want the fairy's heart."