Dragon Slayer Lacrimas were an incredibly rare kind of magic item on the continent of Ishgar.
Because Laxus himself was a second-generation Dragon Slayer whose power came from a Lacrima, Ankh had always paid close attention to where these things came from.
They were not sold openly anywhere, and even on the black market, they were the kind of treasure people had money for but could never actually buy.
Most of what appeared there were defective products anyway, with only an extremely low chance of turning someone into a true Dragon Slayer.
The Lacrimas inside Laxus and Erik had both been obtained privately by influential people through special channels.
Erik's Dragon Slayer Lacrima had been given to him by Brain, who had somehow acquired it from unknown sources.
Laxus's Dragon Slayer Lacrima, meanwhile, had been traded for by Ivan from a mysterious merchant from the northern continent.
Ankh had heard that these Lacrimas were made from dragon hearts.
In other words, every real Dragon Slayer Lacrima represented the fall of a dragon.
He really had no idea what kind of rich bastard Serena was, to have quietly gathered so many Dragon Slayer Lacrimas without anyone noticing.
Even more ridiculous was the fact that Serena's body had somehow adapted to the rejection caused by having eight Lacrimas implanted inside him.
Ankh picked up the Purgatory Dragon Lacrima from among the five crystals and fell into thought.
The greatest use of a Dragon Slayer Lacrima was that it could create a Dragon Slayer, giving someone the body and traits of a dragon.
In the magical world, a dragon's physique was basically like eating a Logia-type Devil Fruit in a certain pirate world.
Becoming a Dragon Slayer did not guarantee you would be the strongest, but it did mean your floor was extremely high, and you would almost certainly become a mage capable of making a name for yourself.
Resistance against a specific element, powerful recovery, and a body far tougher than ordinary mages—once someone became a Dragon Slayer, a thick wall would appear between them and any mage whose strength had not reached a certain level.
But for Ankh, that effect was more or less useless.
With the help of the bracelet of gods, his life divine power could even "simulate" other divine powers through Take Over Magic, let alone something like dragon power.
In the past, Ankh had also changed his own physique into that of a Fire Dragon and an Iron Dragon.
But aside from his appetite and teeth becoming more absurdly powerful, the physical strength was still not as high as his own natural body, so he simply gave up on it.
As for giving them to his guildmates…
If they were still children, Ankh might have considered it.
But by now, everyone had already walked their own path. Suddenly changing their fighting style might not be a good thing.
On top of that, implanting a Dragon Slayer Lacrima into the body was risky to begin with, so Ankh quickly abandoned that idea.
Since there was no other suitable use for them, Ankh decided to be extravagant.
He quickly made up his mind.
He was going to turn these Dragon Slayer Lacrimas into a weapon made specifically for himself!
Ever since Ankh began traveling the world, he had always relied on his fists, feet, and magic.
Was it because he did not want to use a weapon?
No.
It was because ordinary weapons could not bring out his strength at all.
Most of them were less useful than simply punching his way through.
"I'll fuse the Dragon Slayer Lacrimas together and use my divine power to stabilize them, then make a weapon that belongs only to me."
Weapons with low durability would shatter after Ankh used them once.
Dragon Slayer Lacrimas, famous for their toughness, were perfect materials for forging a weapon.
Of course, this was insanely wasteful.
No normal person would take a treasure capable of instantly creating a powerful mage and smash it into weapon material.
But Ankh did not care.
After all, this was unexpected wealth he had swiped from Serena.
Since they still had some time before reaching the guild, Ankh immediately began creating his own personal divine weapon with great enthusiasm.
With the craftsmanship techniques delivered to him by his daughter through the divine power of Atush, the God of Combat and Technique, Ankh only had to follow the same basic method he had used when making personal weapons for Erza and Kagura.
...
Boom!
Makarov had been in an excellent mood, sitting up front and singing as he drove the carriage.
Then a sudden explosion rang out behind him, startling the little old man so badly that he shuddered.
"Ankh?!"
Makarov hurriedly jumped down from the carriage and rushed to the smoking rear compartment.
Seeing the wrecked mess inside, he could not help staring in disbelief.
"What are you doing back there?"
Ankh walked out of the exploded carriage, his face covered in soot and dust, but the excitement in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"I did a little experiment, This is my new weapon!"
Makarov nodded in understanding.
Then Ankh handed him a crystal ball, and the old man immediately fell into deep thought.
Was Ankh planning to learn from Ultear and start smashing people with crystal balls?
That did not really match his usual style of cutting through everything like vegetables.
Ankh saw what Makarov was thinking and smiled.
Then he injected divine power into the crystal ball, and the clear, gleaming sphere instantly lit up.
Under Makarov's surprised gaze, the crystal ball began to flow like slime, gradually shaping itself into a katana.
Red, blue, orange, and all kinds of other colors cycled across the blade. Its sharp, cold edge carried a faint killing intent. Around the guard, colorful crystals formed designs resembling flames, tides, storms, and more.
The hilt itself looked like several dragons coiling around one another.
Overall, it looked nothing like the plain crystal ball from just moments ago.
"Oh? A weapon that can change shape?"
Makarov curiously accepted the katana, which was even longer than he was, and could not help marveling at it.
"Of course. It has to adapt to different kinds of battles."
Ankh slightly changed the divine power he was feeding into the weapon.
The long blade flowed and shifted again, instantly becoming a dazzling crystal spear with a dragon-head tip.
Then, under Ankh's control, the weapon changed into a giant scythe, a shield, a bow, and several other forms, one after another, dazzling the eyes.
Finally, Ankh turned it back into a crystal ball and rolled it around in his hand with a smile.
"With this, I can finally fight with a weapon from now on."
"Not bad…"
Although Makarov was a little confused about how Ankh had created such a strange weapon out of nowhere, his trust in the children of his guild had no limits.
He nodded in satisfaction, then asked curiously, "What's the weapon called?"
A name…
Calling it something simple like Ball, Blade, or Spear definitely would not work. It was closer to a shape-shifting arsenal.
And since it was a weapon that used Ankh's divine power to command dragon power, then…
"Dragon God Armory," Ankh said after thinking for less than two seconds, deciding without the slightest hesitation.
On the way back to the guild, the old man and the young man chatted noisily for a long time and even tested the strength of Dragon God Armory along the way.
As a growing weapon with a spirit of its own, it was still in its infancy.
Later, Ankh would need to gather more rare materials for it, preferably more Dragon Slayer Lacrimas.
If he had the chance, he would see whether he could grab the remaining three Lacrimas from Boss Serena too.
With the Evil-Breaking Arrow in hand and a way to deal with the Phoenix secured, the two of them laughed and talked all the way back to Magnolia.
Then, the moment they stood in front of the guild's main doors, both of them froze again.
What the hell happened here?
Did Phantom Lord come back to demolish the place again?
Why had half the guild collapsed this time?!
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