Fairy Tail: You Call This Celestial Spirit Magic?!

Chapter 575 - 575

Rustyrose's anger flared up rapidly.

The way he looked at Marco was so sharp it was as if he wanted to melt him on the spot.

If looks could kill, Marco would already have died several times over.

"Tower of the Gods!"

In his fury, Rustyrose didn't hesitate at all and attacked immediately.

Magic power surged from his body, and a huge purple tower suddenly appeared above the heads of Fairy Tail's members, crashing down on them with terrifying force.

"What kind of magic is that?!"

"Where did that thing come from?!"

The appearance of the giant tower shocked everyone in Fairy Tail.

This didn't look like Modeling Magic at all. Even Gray couldn't create an ice construct on that scale.

Everyone recognized Gray's talent and strength, especially when it came to Ice-Make Magic, so no one believed Rustyrose was simply using a similar kind of shaping spell.

Buzz!

Facing the falling tower, Gildarts casually stretched out a hand.

Magic surged, and in an instant the tower shattered into countless specks of magic power and scattered away.

"Hm? So it really is a magical construct."

Gildarts frowned slightly.

The "tower" really had been something created out of magic power, much like a form of modeling magic.

"Could it be… Lost Magic: Arc of Embodiment?"

Makarov immediately recognized the origin of the spell.

As Fairy Tail's oldest mage, his knowledge and experience were naturally first-rate.

All those years guarding the guild had not been for nothing.

"How is that possible?! He just… shattered my magic?!"

On the other side, Rustyrose wasn't shocked that the name of his magic had been figured out.

What shocked him was that the giant tower he had manifested had been crushed directly back into its most primitive magical form.

What did that mean? It meant that he and Gildarts simply weren't on the same level.

In Gildarts's eyes, his magic was like child's play, something that could be broken with a casual gesture.

"Arc of Embodiment, huh? Turning anything you imagine into reality. That sounds like a pretty amazing kind of magic."

Marco looked surprised.

This Arc of Embodiment was a highly flexible magic.

It let the user manifest whatever they imagined. You could call it an advanced version of Picture Magic.

At the very least, Picture Magic still required you to draw first. Arc of Embodiment didn't even need that—it only required imagination.

"But whether a magic like this is truly powerful still depends on the user. Just like Reedus Picture Magic, most people could never bring out that kind of strength from it."

Looking at Rustyrose, Marco's killing intent was already rising.

The upper limit of this kind of magic was simply too high. It couldn't be allowed to develop freely.

Fortunately, Rustyrose's performance so far was reassuring in the worst way. The best thing he could think of was dropping a giant tower on people.

That was an astonishing lack of imagination.

But the problem with these things was always the same: what if.

What if Rustyrose imagined something even more horrifying? That would make him extremely troublesome to guard against.

After all, who could predict the kinds of attack methods someone else might dream up? No one was a worm in another person's stomach.

Buzz!

Marco raised his right hand.

The nail on his index finger lengthened and turned crimson, and he fired off a Scarlet Needle straight at Rustyrose.

"Golden Shield!"

Rustyrose's reaction was still very fast.

After all, his imagination-based magic required no buildup. He instantly imagined his left hand into a golden shield and raised it before himself to block the attack.

Boom!!!

But in front of that Scarlet Needle, his Golden Shield didn't even last a second.

It was pierced through immediately!

"Pfft!"

The Scarlet Needle shot into his body, and Rustyrose spat out a mouthful of blood.

His entire expression twisted in agony.

"Rustyrose!"

The moment the strike landed, the other members of the Seven Kin of Purgatory all widened their eyes, because they could all see that a large round hole had been blasted clean through Rustyrose's abdomen.

"What happened?"

Rustyrose turned to look at the others.

Following their gazes, he looked down and saw his own wound.

His head immediately spun.

"Ah? It's nothing serious."

After the initial shock, Rustyrose quickly used his power.

He filled the missing part of his body by manifesting replacement organs through imagination.

"You can do that too?!"

Seeing that, everyone was stunned.

It really was terrifying—he could even manifest internal organs by imagination!

"Good thing I can still use some magic power…"

Rustyrose's face had already become twisted with pain.

The magic that had entered his body was tearing him apart from the inside, making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate or use the magic power within him.

Right now he only felt deep regret.

He never should have tried to block it head-on. Wouldn't dodging have been much smarter?

He had spent a great deal of magic power to defend against that attack, yet still failed to stop it. Marco's magic power was simply too strong.

What looked like a casual strike had already become something he could barely resist.

"This Arc of Embodiment really does have something to it."

Even Marco hadn't expected Rustyrose to be able to use magic to manifest internal organs—and not just manifest them, but actually use them.

If he could do that, then why were his offensive ideas so lacking?

Judging from what Arc of Embodiment had shown so far, it was clearly far more advanced than Picture Magic, with a much higher ceiling as well.

"If there are no real restrictions on it, then it's basically invincible."

Alarm bells rang in Marco's mind.

This sort of conceptual magic was absurdly overpowered.

It really wasn't the sort of thing a person should be able to wield. It was practically approaching whatever I wish comes true.

It was only because Rustyrose himself wasn't that capable that this magic was still manageable. Marco couldn't help feeling fortunate.

"Ahhh!!!"

Rustyrose was already rolling on the ground in agony.

Marco's Scarlet Needle had not blown him apart outright, but once that energy entered his body, it made him wish he were dead.

It robbed him of any ability to continue fighting. The "scorpion poison" had nearly taken his life.

At that, the remaining members of the Seven Kin of Purgatory exchanged glances.

They had all noticed the same thing.

Something was very wrong.

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