Fairy Tail of My Existence

A few days have passed since the Beast King incident, the guild is in a very depressed state these days, everyone is sad because of Lisana’s death, Gray and Natsu have surprisingly not fought in the past few days, Mira and Elusa will no longer be able to quarrel in the future, suddenly used to this kind of life now seems to have changed a lot at once, and Jiel is not used to it for a while.

It seems that it is time to leave for a while. Jiel thought to himself, it has been seven years since he came to the guild, it is time to go out and walk, this time to leave, maybe it is an opportunity. The kingdom of Fiore is huge, it’s time to see it, it’s always nestled here, and you can never reach the top.

“Old man!” Gyel came to Makarov, looking like he wanted to speak.

Makarov glanced at Djere, “Are you leaving?” In the past few days, Makarov has also seen Djer’s thoughts, and now that Djer comes to him, he is not surprised.

“Lisana’s matter, you, Mira and Elfman don’t need to blame themselves, it’s not anyone’s fault, it’s better to leave for a while, go see the wider sky!” Makarov said meaningfully to Dyr.

“The eagle always has to learn to soar the sky, meet again, hope to be a different you, but please don’t forget, Fairy Tail will always be your home!”

Holding back tears in his eyes, Gyel looked at Makarov and everyone in the guild. Elusa’s sassiness, Mira smiled gently and waved her hand as if to say goodbye, Natsu and Gray came out of their tacit understanding, and said in unison, “Next time we meet, I must defeat you.” ”

“Goodbye, everyone!!!” The emotions for the guild can not be expressed in a word, and Jiel does not like the sadness of parting very much, all the emotions are in it, and Jiel turned his head and walked away without nostalgia.

The short parting is to better protect everyone and protect Fairy Tail in the future. Non-Olyre Kingdom, I really want to see it, I hope it will not disappoint me.

The back of Jere’s departure slowly dissipated in the setting sun, completely disappeared in everyone’s sight, and everyone did not find it, on the second floor of Fairy Tail, Ragsas looked at the back of Jel’s departure, his expression was a little lonely. “Gone, huh? What a nerve-wracking brat, Fairy Tail is much more boring! ”

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A few days later, Gyor walked calmly in a dense forest.

Since Magnolia came out, Jer has been walking aimlessly, purely as a traveler, and is still cultivating when walking, which is the embodiment of single-mindedness, which Jiel has worked hard to learn after experiencing the Beast King incident, he must now grasp every minute and every second, become stronger, must become stronger, and Jer travels here with such a concept.

However, Jiel noticed that something was wrong, the movement of air in the woods. Jiel began to observe carefully, listening to the sound of the air, as the Empty Shape Demon Mentor and the Empty Demon Dragon Demon Mentor, Jiel and the air can be described as close friends, and the air is like a group of children to Jer. Jiel felt them all the time, from childhood to adulthood.

The flow of air brought a strong wind, the trees began to make a sparse sound, piles of green leaves were blown away and floated down, unusual environment, unusual atmosphere, Jell’s expression began to solemnize.

Crying, yes, that’s right, is crying. Not far from here, not one person, two, no, a group of people, old people, women and even children’s voices are mixed in. Yes, and the laughter, the arrogant and fierce laughter. The more he felt, and even understood all this, Jel frowned, and his hands couldn’t help but clench. Changing his previous lazy appearance, he ran forward with some anxiousness.

Hopefully, there is still time.

Witthill, is the hometown of the Yi people, although it is a place where a family lives, but this is only equivalent to a small village, mainly the Shi people are extremely difficult to give birth, the population is very small, the most prosperous period is only five hundred people, they have lived in the forest for generations, extremely repulsive to outsiders, so the forest where the Shi people live is little known. But at this time, the Yishi tribe was facing a crisis.

By this time Witthill was dilapidated, some houses were ruined and collapsed, and some were being eroded by fire. There wasn’t a loud laugh among them.

“Hand it over quickly, the inheritance of your clan, no, it should be a treasure!” Fu Tian laughed wildly, looking at the crying and fleeing people in front of him, his eyes were even more excited, and he was about to find what the adult wanted. As soon as he thought of that adult, Fu Tian’s body and mind couldn’t help but tremble. The horror of that adult is terrifying even to remember.

Fu Tian shook his head, trying not to think about those things, focusing on everything in front of him, looking at the old man at his feet. “You are the patriarch of the Yishi clan, just say the words of understanding, and I can still leave your clan with their lives.” Fu Tian tried to discuss with him, but the old man was very stubborn, and the old body could not help but scream, but still firmly refused to tell the secret of the clan.

“The mission given to our family by the great First King is something that you, the evil demon guide, can covet, and the luster of the king will continue to shine, and the first man will never give in!” The old man prayed faithfully, did not flinch in the face of the burial day, some of the tribesmen also stood up firmly when they heard the old man’s prayer, and the weeping women and children also stopped crying and prayed firmly to their great first king.

“Stupid!” At this time, the ears of the burial heaven were full of prayers, and hearing these words, the burial heaven was disgusted. An urge to destroy surged up from the deepest part of his heart, and he was not happy, and irritable emotions instantly filled his heart.

Fu Tian’s eyes had become cold, and the fierce expression stared at the people of the original clan and couldn’t help trembling, and they all looked at him in fear, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads and continued to pray calmly. Fu Tian licked his lips bloodthirstyly, his eyes showed fierceness, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, listening to their prayers with interest.

“Stupid ants, tremble and be afraid, and instead of praying to your non-existent God, think about what will happen to you!” Futian said and laughed, the surging magic power in the body instantly emanated, the sense of oppression formed by condensation made the air in this area a little shocked, the space seemed to become dignified, I don’t know if it was an illusion or what, the people of the original tribe couldn’t move, the weight of their hands and feet made them even more afraid, and they simply regarded Futian as a demon. Who would have thought that Futian would have such strength, terrifying and desperate strength.

“I changed my mind, I’m going to kill you, the treasure I’ll find it myself, that’s right, look for it slowly!” After saying that Funeral Heavenly Dew gave everyone a cruel smile, but at the same time condensed vast magic power in his hand, a boulder-sized magic ball immediately took shape in the hands of Futian, and Futian, who personally felt the magic power in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, but did not know that everyone in the original clan who also felt the power of this ball had begun to despair.

‘Night Devil’s Flames’!! Fu Tian laughed maniacally and mercilessly threw this Huangyan to the people of the Beginning Clan. The huge Huang Yan slammed into everyone with the blazing heat of the air, and the speed was fast. In an instant, he came to the eyes of everyone in the Shi clan.

Seeing this scene, the patriarch of the First Clan’s eyes suddenly shrunk, and he chanted something at an extremely fast speed. “The eighteenth generation patriarch of the First Tribe, Igu, was incompetent and could not protect the people from harm, so he apologized to the great First King. Please use my broken body to sacrifice the magic of the Hundred Guardians to ward off the invasion of the wicked. Praise the great !!! of the Lord At the moment when the old man finished speaking, a green light appeared on the old man’s body, shining on the entire village, and a green magic barrier was emitted from the old man’s body, quickly shrouding Witthill.

Huang Yan and the magic barrier collided violently, and the provoked air flow violently scraped around, and everyone’s clothes and hair fluttered, but at this time, how could the people of the original clan have time to take care of this, and they all paid attention to the two major magics that were still colliding. This is the life of the whole family. Huang Yan and the barrier did not give in, and the collision became more and more intense. Fu Tian, who was standing in the rear, was really surprised.

Bang~

The two major magics did not give in to each other, and the cumulative impact force caused Huang Yan to explode, and the magic barrier was shattered. The result of the collision ended in a tie.

Such a result is not surprising to the burial of the sky, since it is a protective magic, how can there be no two strokes. And everyone in the original clan has mixed feelings about this result, the good news is that Huang Yan was finally blocked, as for worry, now the protection magic has also been used, if the burial sky comes back to such an attack again, they don’t know if they can still resist it.

“Cough~cough!!” Igu (the name of the patriarch) was already kneeling on the ground at this time, panting, not only that, but the already very old body became more thin, the whole body was shriveled, and the bones of the whole body were faintly visible.

“Patriarch!” At the beginning, the people of the clan wept when they saw the sacrifice made by the patriarch for them, and looked sadly at the old man who fell to the ground with an indifferent expression.

“Snap ~ snap!” At this time, Futian was afraid of two strokes, looking at them playfully, compared to their nervous appearance, Futian can be described as extremely relaxed. “It is worthy of being the original clan that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and I should really praise you for being able to take over my Huangyan.” Fu Tian said as he pressed towards them step by step.

With a grim smile on his face, he walked forward step by step, step by step. “Give you another chance, tell me the inheritance of your clan, I can save you for your lives.” Futian said so, but the people of the original tribe were unmoved, although there was still a fear of Futian, but they did not answer Futian.

“I, I’ll tell you!” In the crowd, a weak voice came, which startled everyone, and their eyes focused on the owner of the voice in the crowd, and everyone saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

“Ika!!”