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This was the first time that Jiang had directly urged Newton to run.
"Run!"
Newton chose to trust Jiang's judgment and immediately shouted to those around him.
"Huh?"
At that moment, however, Makarov and the others had not yet reacted when a surge of dark magic descended, turning Hades' armor into nothing but scraps.
The black scales, nearly perfect streamlined body, sharp claws, and eyes filled with brutality and slaughter appeared before them.
"Roar!"
"A dragon?"
Natsu trembled; his initial interest in dragons was overshadowed by a profound fear.
"It's him..."
Kildas also shook, for the dragon before them was all too familiar. It was the same dragon he had encountered during his century-long mission. Just a glance had cost him a leg and an arm—an instant kill.
"What is this...?"
Despair washed over them. If Hades had still been someone they could fight against, this creature was unbeatable—there was no way to win against it.
"Jiang, take me over there at full speed! Don't hold back!"
Newton immediately summoned his outer armor, disregarding the confused looks from others; he needed to get there as fast as possible.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I do not recommend you go there now. Even if you do, it would only add another coffin to the pile."
Jiang's words were harsh, but Newton knew they were not exaggerated. Although he hadn't been present for the attack, it felt as if he had died once already from the sheer force of it.
"Take me there."
Yes, going might just mean adding another coffin, but Newton couldn't just stand by and watch them die like that—he absolutely couldn't.
"Yes, sir."
Jiang could only proceed with the preparations as Newton charged forward.
On the other side, facing the black dragon's overwhelming presence was unbearable for everyone. Makarov immediately recognized that this creature was beyond their capabilities to handle.
"Everyone, hurry up and leave!"
Makarov commanded as his body grew enormous and he punched the black dragon in the face.
"Roar!"
But the black dragon merely shook its head as if nothing had happened; with a flick of its tail, Makarov's eyes widened as he clung desperately to it, blood spilling from his mouth.
"Old man!"
Natsu wanted to rush in but was pulled back by Laxus.
"Natsu, let's go!"
Natsu looked at Laxus in disbelief; he thought someone as proud as Laxus would charge in without hesitation. But then he recalled the helplessness and fear he felt when facing Kildas.
As everyone retreated, Makarov released his grip on the dragon's tail. The blow he had just taken must have broken at least five or six ribs, and the black dragon seemed completely uninterested in Natsu and the others; it did not pursue them but instead clenched its claws into fists.
Makarov recognized this scene all too well: Dragon Slayer Magic—the iron fist of dragons—was far more terrifying than what Natsu and the others could muster; this was true power from a real dragon.
Reverting from giant form allowed Makarov to dodge that punch, but the terrifying wind generated by it sent him tumbling through the air.
"Light of One Hundred Eight Styles!"
Makarov aimed at the black dragon mid-air, but dragon magic resistance was too high; his attack had no effect whatsoever on it. The black dragon simply tossed its head aside; if Makarov took a hit now, he would surely be shattered. He transformed back into giant form just in time to absorb the blow but coughed up blood along with fragments of his insides; his magic faltered and reverted again.
"Roar!"
Magic gathered in its claws as the black dragon seemed capable of tearing through the very atmosphere itself.
"Three Divine Shields!"
Makarov could only use his strongest defensive magic, but under the dragon's claws, Three Divine Shields were shredded like paper. Just as it seemed Makarov would be torn apart, a figure swiftly swooped down from above and pulled him away just in time.
"Laxus?"
Makarov was furious.
"Weren't you supposed to run?"
"This isn't me disobeying orders; I can't convince these guys..." Laxus pointed out as one figure climbed onto the back of the black dragon.
"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
Dragon Slayer Magic was specifically developed to kill dragons; thus this punch dealt far more damage than Makarov's attack could manage.
"Ice Prison!"
"A Show of Justice—Break Evil!"
"Dance of the Wheel!"
Everyone returned; on one hand Makarov felt touched while on the other he was furious.
"What are you all doing back here? Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Get out of here! Let Newton's armor take you away!"
"President, we will never abandon you! We are Fairy Tail mages—we will never give up on our family!"
Natsu shouted loudly as everyone prepared to attack the black dragon once more.
"Are these idiots serious? Not giving up is one thing! But this is a life-and-death crisis!"
Newton was utterly speechless; knowing they were walking into certain death made him grit his teeth as he increased his armor's flight speed once again.
The black dragon had initially been caught off guard by their attacks but quickly regained composure; aside from three Dragon Slayer Mages who could inflict some damage on it, everyone else's magic seemed utterly ineffective—it ignored them completely.
"This won't do; at this rate we'll all die here!"
Everyone grew anxious while Natsu shouted out loud.
"Laxus! Gajeel! Wendy! Lend me your strength!"
Laxus hesitated for a moment before sending a bolt of lightning toward Natsu.
"Don't waste it!"
"Seriously? Why should I help you?"
Gajeel's magic surged toward Natsu as well.
"Please use my power freely, Mr. Natsu!"
Wendy also transferred her magic to Natsu.
"Roar!"
Iron Dragon—Dragon—Thunder Dragon—Fire Dragon—four dragon phantoms appeared behind Natsu just as madness faded from the black dragon’s eyes leaving only boundless killing intent.
"Roar..."
Magic gathered in his throat as Natsu mimicked a breathing motion.
"Roar!"
"Inferno Thunder Sky—Iron Dragon's Roar!"
The clash of dark magic with four different elemental magics resulted in an explosion so intense it seemed capable of erasing all of Wolf Island; the black dragon was sent crashing into the sea.
"We... won...?"
Newton didn't know because that explosion had destroyed his armor completely; he could no longer receive any information about Wolf Island.
Gritting his teeth against an ominous premonition, he quickly flew toward Wolf Island.
But what lay before him filled Newton with despair: everything was gone—Wolf Island and everyone on it vanished without a trace; if not for a distant silhouette of a giant dragon, perhaps everything that had just happened would have seemed like an illusion.
"Pfft!"
Newton spat blood inside his armor and lost consciousness completely.
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