'That's more like it!' he thought.
'These Mages' attacks should be completely ineffective against "Dorma Anim"!'
'What happened earlier was definitely a fluke!'
"Completely useless?!"
Natsu's punch producing such a result left everyone stunned.
So it wasn't that this "Dorma Anim" was too weak, but that Marco's strength was simply monstrous?!
By now, Marco had quietly withdrawn to the rear, extending an arm to stop Laxus who was about to charge into battle, signaling him to retreat together.
"What are you doing?! You can't seriously believe these trash can take down this thing?!"
Pulled back by Marco, Laxus stopped in his tracks, frowning as he looked at Marco with an incredulous expression.
His tone dripped with disdain and skepticism, as if questioning whether Marco was being serious.
"Why not? We should believe in them. Our Fairy Tail members specialize in turning the impossible into possible."
Marco wore a composed smile, his tone firm.
Of course, he was merely paying lip service - if he were to actually leave everything to them, he wouldn't be confident either.
But when it came to boasting, one should always exaggerate magnificently.
Even if they failed, he could always step in to clean up the mess.
"Hah? I'd like to see how they plan to do that!"
Laxus sneered, crossing his arms over his chest as he adopted a spectator's posture.
He completely disbelieved these weaklings could defeat "Dorma Anim."
Even Natsu's attacks had been completely ineffective, and most of these people weren't even as strong as Natsu.
What difference could numbers make? Could ants kill an elephant just by swarming it?
"Are you trying to use this to train them?"
Makarov approached the two brothers with his group, having understood Marco's intention.
Both Master Bob and Goldmine had also caught on, which was why they hadn't intervened, instead letting the guild members step up to assist.
Since Marco had mentioned that this "Dorma Anim" wasn't completely immune to magic but had an endurance limit, even Mages who specialized only in magic could contribute.
They would all attack together, unleashing a magical bombardment!
"Everyone! Charge! Drown it in magic!"
Someone shouted, and instantly, the oppressive atmosphere shattered as ignited fighting spirit erupted like a volcano!
For a moment, dazzling magical lights illuminated the entire square.
Various spells - scorching fireballs, piercing ice shards, flashing lightning, howling wind blades, heavy rock projectiles, binding vines - rained down upon "Dorma Anim" like a storm, a tsunami of magical assault!
Continuous explosions merged into deafening roars, forcing the "Dragon Knight" to retreat repeatedly.
Its massive frame swayed unsteadily in the magical storm, unable to lift its head as colorful magical explosions and shockwaves bloomed across its armor.
Thick smoke and chaotic elemental currents swirled around the mechanized suit.
However, this relentless bombardment against its sturdy armor failed to damage "Dorma Anim's" core.
The constant magical impacts were like raging waves crashing against reef rocks - they only hindered its movement, leaving it trapped and unable to advance.
The support Mages went all out, chanting spells one after another to cast various buffs like strength amplification, speed enhancement, and defense reinforcement on those charging at the forefront—Natsu, Gajeel, Elfman, Joey, Bacchus, and others.
Multicolored aura glows lit up around them, comprehensively boosting their capabilities and making their fierce, relentless assaults on the mecha even more ferocious, accompanied by a cacophony of clanging impacts.
"This is the power of unity!"
Makarov's beard trembled with excitement as he watched, his heart swelling with pride.
This scene of solidarity, with Mages from three guilds fighting side by side against a formidable foe, was an incredibly stirring and passionate moment.
"In our youth, it was us few joining forces in battle. Now that we're older, it's the youngsters' turn to unite against the enemy," Goldmine remarked gently, adjusting his glasses as he gazed at the fighting figures ahead, his tone filled with emotion.
Bob nodded repeatedly, though his gaze involuntarily drifted to another area, his brow slightly furrowed with concern.
"What about over there? Shouldn't we intervene?" Bob asked, referring to Erza's side of the plaza.
On the opposite end, the two Erzas were not involved in the main battle; instead, they remained locked in their own intense, fully focused duel, the constant clashing of their weapons echoing as they were determined to settle their score.
"Erza will win," Marco said, also keeping an eye on that fight.
He had faith in Erza—the "Titania" would never lose to the "Erza Knightwalker."
He had been initially surprised that Erza Knightwalker, wielding a spear, could actually hold her own against Erza in a back-and-forth exchange.
But Mystogan explained that the "Ten Commandments Spear" in Erza Knightwalker's hands was the pinnacle of magical artifacts in this world, a legendary weapon painstakingly forged by a master craftsman and impossible to replicate.
Its power was no surprise.
Marco immediately thought: if they could seize the "Ten Commandments Spear" for Erza to use, wouldn't that be like adding wings to a tiger?
Admittedly, Erza Knightwalker was indeed strong—managing to wield the "Ten Commandments Spear" to such an extent even without magical power.
There was no reason Erza couldn't do the same; she was already proficient with all kinds of weapons, spears naturally included.
"BOOM!!!"
Just as Marco had been chatting idly, the "Dorma Anima," subjected to relentless bombardment, finally had enough.
King Faust roared, piloting the "Dorma Anima" to soar into the sky, where the mecha surged with magical energy.
"Dragon Rider Diffusion Cannon!"
The "Dorma Anima's" eyes flashed red as countless terrifying magical cannon blasts rained down like a storm from the heavens, blanketing the entire central plaza.
Even Marco's group and the dueling Erzas were caught in the crossfire.
"Enough! You pests! All of you, die!" King Faust bellowed, his patience worn thin.
These nuisances leaped and darted around him like insects; even when kicked away, they immediately lunged back.
Those farther away harassed him incessantly with magic, driving him to utter frustration.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!"
"Dragon Rider Diffusion Cannon" blasted into the ground, continuously unleashing earth-shattering explosions.
Each detonation sent waves of mud and rubble several meters high into the air, while powerful shockwaves swept across the area like invisible battering rams.
The entire central square was instantly engulfed in a cloud of dust, obscuring all visibility.
Only continuous screams could be heard.
This prompted King Faust to burst into triumphant laughter, his manic cackling cutting sharply through the fading echoes of explosions.
Finally, these pests were getting their due! Finally, it was his turn to shine!
As the dust settled, it became clear that many Mages had indeed fallen.
However, only those at the forefront had taken the full brunt of the blast.
Marco had protected everyone else.
Those at the front weren't beyond saving—he had intentionally left them exposed.
After all, those thick-skinned brutes could handle this level of firepower without dying; let them deal with it themselves.
The female scream had come from Erza Knightwalker.
She was clearly not within Marco's protection range, and King Faust hadn't avoided her position either.
The spot where she stood was now a charred crater, and she herself knelt somewhat disheveled at its edge.
The weapon she had been gripping tightly was gone.
"Bastard! Give me back the Ten Commandments Spear!"
Dust smeared across her face, Erza Knightwalker's eyes burned with humiliation and fury as she glared fiercely at Marco nearby.
The "Ten Commandments Spear" that should have been in her hand was now in Marco's possession—he had snatched it during the bombardment.
Amid the swirling dust, Erza Knightwalker had been solely focused on survival.
She never anticipated that someone would so precisely seize the opportunity under the cover of explosions to steal her Ten Commandments Spear!
"You bastard!!!"
Staring at her empty hands, Erza Knightwalker let out a desperate furious scream that echoed across the square, filled with bitter resentment.
Nearby, Erza's mouth twitched slightly, but she didn't seize the chance to attack.
Instead, she also sheathed her weapon.
Her crimson hair swayed in the smoky air, her gaze calm and resolute.
She would achieve victory fairly, without taking advantage of Erza Knightwalker's predicament.
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