Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 92

Chapter 92: The Demon and the Fairy Queen Fight Side by Side

Inside the mechanical guts of the Magical Giant, silver blades flashed in a deadly, continuous dance. Erza, clad in the gleaming steel of her Heavens Wheel Armor, carved effortlessly through the rushing tide of Phantom Lord grunts.

“Has it started, Chase…”

She glanced up at the vibrating ceiling. Dust and small fragments of rubble rained down on her pauldrons. A flicker of worry briefly shadowed her eyes.

‘I need to stop Abyss Break quickly…’

Before she could take another step, the iron floorboards ahead of her warped. The solid metal softened, writhing and bubbling like wet mud.

“Powerful and beautiful Fairy Queen, it is an absolute honor to meet you here. At this time, I should greet you with a good afternoon in a three-seven-two melody, nonono~”

A lanky figure twisted upward from the ground, his limbs bending at unnatural, fluid angles. The Earth Element, Sol, adjusted the monocle over his eye, a lewd, mocking glint in his gaze as he took in her armored form.

Erza’s brow furrowed. “You’re one of Phantom Lord’s Four Elements.”

“Oui, oh Fairy Queen. Though it might be a little rude to a lady, since I am an excellent and powerful master of the earth, you can surely forgive my impolite behavior, right?” Sol giggled sinisterly.

Erza didn’t waste breath on the eccentric man.

“Requip: Black Wing Armor!”

Dark, bat-like wings erupted from her back, kicking up a fierce gale that cleared the dust from the air. She launched forward, her longsword drawing a cold, silver arc aimed straight for his neck.

Sol merely stood there, unhurriedly stroking his green mustache. “I apologize, but I just took a little peek into the deepest vulnerabilities of your heart.”

Gurgle, gurgle.

The ground between them bubbled. Clay-like mud rose and twisted, taking human shapes. The dirt hardened into the forms of small children wearing ragged clothes and heavy iron handcuffs.

Jellal. Wally. Sho. Simon. Millianna.

Her childhood playmates from the Tower of Paradise.

“Erza, why won’t you stay with me?” the mud-Jellal asked, his voice hollow.

“Sister Erza, it hurts! I’m in so much pain!” Sho cried out, clutching his head. “Why haven’t you come back to see me all these years?”

“Erza, why did you betray us?” Wally and Simon pressed forward. “Didn’t we say we would leave together? Why are you the only one who got freedom!”

Finally, the towering, hunched figure of Old Man Rob formed. His face was a mangled, bloody mess, emitting low, agonizing groans. The phantoms closed in, their eyes burning with deep, piercing resentment.

Erza’s momentum shattered. Her boots skidded to a halt. Even knowing it was a sick illusion conjured by the Earth Element, her body betrayed her. She trembled violently. Her fingers went numb.

Clang.

The longsword slipped from her grasp and hit the floor. The familiar faces dragged her back into a suffocating nightmare. It was a lock on her soul, a fatal weakness she couldn’t break.

“Heh heh, got her,” Sol whispered.

In that split second of paralysis, the air behind Erza distorted. Thick mist swirled, coalescing into the massive frame of the Wind Element, Aria. A sinister smile stretched across his bandaged face. He slowly raised both palms toward her back, forming a distorted magical domain.

“The Fairy Queen dancing in the wind… in the end, still cannot escape the fate of having her wings broken and falling,” Aria lamented, thick, fake tears streaming down from beneath his blindfold. “What a tragic story…”

He slammed his palms together, unleashing a Magic designed to completely drain an opponent’s reserves.

“Airspace: Annihilation!”

Erza snapped out of her trance, but it was too late. A terrifying magic circle locked around her. Intense, agonizing pain ripped through her veins as her Magic Power drained away like a collapsing dam. Her knees buckled.

Above them, the ceiling violently exploded inward.

A massive, pitch-black demonic claw shredded through the solid rock and steel, plunging straight toward Aria’s head at blinding speed. Aria gasped, forcefully cutting off his magic and scattering his body into ethereal mist to dodge the lethal strike.

A tall, imposing figure descended through the dust. Dark wings, a scaled tail, and an aura of pure, suffocating malice. Mirajane, in her Satan Soul form, caught the collapsing Erza by the arm before she could hit the ground.

“I moved as soon as I felt your Magic Power fluctuating, but…” Mira’s slitted, demonic eyes slid toward Aria, who had reformed beside Sol. Her voice was a cold, echoing rasp. “To be ambushed by trash like this… that’s not your style at all, Erza.”

“Sorry…” Erza lowered her head, shadows hiding her eyes.

She drew a slow, shuddering breath. When she looked up, the vulnerability was gone, replaced by a razor-sharp, lethal focus. A blinding pillar of light engulfed her. When it faded, she stood clad in the massive, spiked, jet-black metal of her Purgatory Armor.

She gripped her jagged halberd. She was going to drag the bastard who played with her memories straight to hell.

Mira’s scowl melted into a fierce, bloodthirsty grin. “Come to think of it, this is our first time fighting side by side, isn’t it? In these forms, at least.”

Erza’s eyes glowed with a dangerous red light from beneath her visor. She gave a heavy nod. “We need to show the scum who attacked our guild and our comrades exactly what happens when they cross us.”

The two women stepped forward. The combined pressure of the Demon and the Purgatory Armor fractured the floorboards beneath their feet, erupting with an incomparably terrifying aura.

“Whoa, whoa, this is starting to look a little bad…” Sol muttered, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his temple.

Despite being an S-Class Mage himself, his instincts screamed at him to run. The sheer density of the Magic Power radiating from the two women felt heavy enough to crush his bones with ease.

“Since the ambush failed, there is nothing to be done.”

Aria remained perfectly still. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face as he reached up and gripped the bandages wrapping his head. He pulled. The cloth unraveled, releasing a monstrous surge of restrained Magic Power and revealing a pair of hollow, terrifying eyes.

“Now is the time to fully enjoy the battle, and then bestow upon our opponents endless sorrow and despair, Sol!”

Turning back the clock a little, to the other battlefield.

The iron floor beneath Natsu violently lurched. He scrambled, digging his heels into the metal to stabilize his stance, putting distance between himself and Totomaru.

“Wait, this Magic Power…”

High above, Lucy dangled from Happy’s paws, staring wide-eyed at the groaning, shuddering walls of the Magical Giant. Having set off later, they had followed the trail of destruction and blazing flames straight to Natsu.

Natsu’s signature toothy grin stretched across his face. “No mistake about it. Chase must have started fighting Jose!”

“Heh heh, I really don’t know where you get the confidence to smile right now.” Totomaru rested his katana on his shoulder, feeling the distant, oppressive shockwaves of his Guild Master. “The Guild Master’s terror far exceeds your puny imagination. Daring to challenge him… your comrade is already regretting it, but it’s far too late.”

“It’s you guys who don’t know how amazing Chase is!” Natsu shot back without missing a beat.

“A guy who can’t even control his own flames has no right to talk,” Totomaru sneered, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh, is that so?” Natsu smashed his flaming fists together, sending a shower of sparks into the air. His grin turned feral. “Then do you want to try that again?”

After their first round of fighting, Natsu had completely read the rhythm of Totomaru’s flame-control magic. He had absolute faith in his own fire. As if to provide obvious proof, Natsu drew in a massive breath, the heat in the room skyrocketing as he unleashed his Dragon Slayer Magic right in Totomaru’s face.