Immediately afterward, Laxus's face twisted in ferocity.
Boom————!!!
Terrifying mana erupted from Laxus's body. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding significantly.
"Uh... I really can't eat this one!"
Seeing Laxus's posture, Lucas knew he was about to use a Roar.
To be honest, it was just magic, but Lucas really didn't want to eat magic spat out from someone's mouth.
Lucas also took a deep breath, assuming a posture similar to Laxus.
"Disappear!!!!"
"Lightning Dragon's... Roar!!!"
"Dragon God's... Roar!!!"
Both unleashed their Roars simultaneously.
Laxus spat out a beam of golden lightning.
Lucas spat out a massive beam of thunder-flame, fusing both lightning and fire attributes.
Boom——————!!!
The two powerful magics collided.
Instantly, a terrifying shockwave erupted outward.
"Oooooohhhh!!!!"
Laxus increased his mana output, but in terms of both mana capacity and magic quality, the two were on completely different levels.
The crimson-black thunder-flame destroyed the golden lightning and rushed toward Laxus.
"Arghhhhhhh!!"
Laxus was engulfed by the thunder-flame. He tried to devour the lightning within it, but he found he couldn't devour this lightning at all.
"Not good!!"
Seeing this, Gildarts immediately raised his hand to cast magic.
"Crash!!!"
A grid flew out, decomposing the thunder-flame released by Lucas into cubes.
Poof!!
The magic was decomposed and dissipated. Gildarts' magic destroyed magic from the atomic level, so when the destroyed magic dissipated, it didn't even cause a ripple.
Thud!
Laxus knelt on the ground, then fell flat on his face.
"Laxus!!"
The Thunder Legion trio's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed forward immediately.
Makarov was also very worried. No matter how rebellious Laxus was, he was currently Makarov's only relative, his own grandson.
Gildarts checked him and said, "Don't worry, he just overused his mana and fainted. He'll be fine after a night's sleep."
Hearing Gildarts' words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Gildarts said to Lucas, "You brat, you don't know your own strength. Don't you know how to hold back?"
Lucas scratched his cheek sheepishly. "I tried my best to hold back!"
"?!!"
Hearing this, almost everyone was stunned. He held back? Then what would it look like if Lucas used his full strength?
Makarov and Erza knew Lucas was telling the truth. If he had used the power displayed during the S-Class quest, Laxus would have been defeated long ago.
But what neither of them knew was that Lucas held back much more than that.
Second Magic Origin, Dragon God Breathing Technique, Dragon God Haki, Dragon God Sensing, Dragon God Titan Form, Dragon God Seraph Form, Dragon God Magic Armor.
And that was just magic. There were also the Demon King Authorities, though he always felt those powers were a bit inexplicable, so he tried not to use them if possible.
But Lucas never intended to show his full strength anyway.
As a traditional virtue of the Chinese people: if you have ten parts skill, hide seven.
Only show three parts to the outside world. That way, no one will ever see through your trump cards.
Everyone soon returned to the guild, eagerly discussing the battle just now. No one had ever seen such a spectacular fight.
In the evening, Lucas returned home and began training with full force again. He didn't feel proud just because he defeated Laxus.
It was only a 17-year-old Laxus. This world had countless strong individuals, and there was that Black Dragon to face. He had to become stronger.
Half-asleep and half-awake, Lucas heard someone calling his name.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a pure white space.
Immediately after, Lucas saw a girl about ten years old, with a slender figure and a cute face.
She had purple twin-tails and wore a thin white dress. Although clearly just a little girl, she gave off a surprisingly feminine vibe.
"You're finally here, my cute son."
Lucas's mouth twitched at her words. He didn't remember having such a young mother. If she weren't a little girl, he might have slapped her directly.
Why did people like collecting sons? Did she think she was Whitebeard?
"Who are you? Where is this?"
Lucas looked around and asked.
"I'm your mother, Pandora!"
Whoosh—!
Terrifying flames ignited on Lucas's palm, instantly startling Pandora.
"Wait! Wait! I really am your mother, Pandora!"
Crackle, crackle!!
Lightning mixed into the flames on Lucas's palm.
"My name is Pandora! This is the Netherworld! I have no bad intentions toward you! Can you put out the fire in your hand?"
Pandora negotiated carefully. She had seen with her own eyes how Lucas beat up Verethragna.
Although she managed the reincarnation ritual of Godslayers, in a fight, she might not be Verethragna's match, let alone a fierce man who killed Verethragna unscathed.
"Netherworld?"
"Yes, it's also called the Astral Plane. This is not the living world, nor is it Heaven or Hell. It is the boundary between life and immortality."
"Then who are you?"
"I am Pandora, the wife of the immortal Epimetheus, the goddess who manages the Godslayer reincarnation ritual, and also the mother of all Godslayers."
"Goddess? A Heretic God?"
Pandora waved her hands frantically. "No, no, no, I'm not a Heretic God."
"Mother of Godslayers? Are the Authorities I possess your doing?"
Pandora nodded. "Yes. Normally, all humans who fight gods and defeat them are actually on the verge of death."
"Through the reincarnation ritual, I transfer the defeated god's Authorities and a body capable of rivaling gods as a reward to the human who defeated the god, turning them into a Demon King, a Godslayer."
"So, to Godslayers, I am equivalent to a parent who gave them rebirth. Isn't it right for me to call myself Mom?"
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