Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the Guild Master-Chapter 247: Take over: Beast King Soul

An average wizard would've stood no chance against the siblings, Mal and Vina.

But Zancrow was anything but average.

His blade of black fire sliced through the air. Mal's spear snapped in half. Vina's shield and sword were blown clean from her hands.

"Aagh!" Both were blasted backward, their clothes catching fire, their skin singed by the searing heat.

Elfman darted behind them, catching their fall. He pressed them down and leapt forward, intercepting Zancrow just as the madman came charging in.

His beast arm surged with power, catching Zancrow's flaming fist mid-swing. Smoke hissed from his palm as the fire began to burn through it.

Elfman winced but refused to back down. Gritting his teeth, he locked his grip tighter.

"Manly!"

With a roar, Elfman hurled Zancrow backward, sending him flying through the trees.

He'd hoped to buy enough time for the siblings to escape, but it was wishful thinking.

Zancrow flipped in midair, kicked off a tree trunk, and rocketed back toward them like a fireball.

His whole body burned with wild black flames.

"Fire God's Bellow!"

Elfman summoned another burst of strength.

"Iron Bull Arm!"

Their attacks clashed, iron fist met flaming strike, but Zancrow's fire didn't stop. It consumed Elfman's gauntlet, and the explosive impact sent Elfman flying.

He skidded across the ground, dragging up dust and debris before finally coming to a stop more than ten meters away.

This man... was strong. Too strong.

It felt like fighting Natsu when he went all out, except this wasn't Natsu. This was no ally. This was pure destruction.

Zancrow cracked his neck with a cruel smirk, hands on his hips.

"What's the matter? Is that all Fairy Tail's got?"

Elfman coughed and forced himself upright, clutching his scorched arm. His voice was hoarse, but his glare was unwavering.

"You don't... get to insult Fairy Tail."

Zancrow tilted his head mockingly. "Oh? And what're you gonna do about it?"

The normal thing would've been to keep fighting. To hold the line with the pride of the guild.

But today wasn't about pride.

Today was about the mission.

Elfman pulled out the enchanted spellbook that Rhodes had given him. With a burst of magic, the pages shimmered and tore free, unleashing wave after wave of elemental magic.

Lightning bolts, water blades, wind crescents, ice shards—an arsenal of spells soared toward Zancrow in rapid succession.

Elfman didn't even watch to see the results.

Instead, he bolted back to Mal and Vina, scooping them up without a word and running full force toward the forest.

The fire burning on the siblings had already fizzled out. Elfman grabbed their scattered weapons along the way, the shield, the sword, the snapped spear.

They had no idea just how powerful their enemy was. They'd believed they could take him down up close. They thought they could avenge their village.

But now...

"The Roar of the Fire God!"

Zancrow's voice rang out behind them, and the entire sky seemed to ignite.

A torrent of black fire surged forward like a tidal wave, swallowing every spell Elfman had cast.

The flames continued, racing after the fleeing trio.

Elfman glanced back mid-sprint—only to see an ocean of fire bearing down on them.

Mal, Vina, and Elfman all shared the same look of wide-eyed dread.

The black flames consumed them.

Zancrow, arms crossed, let out a satisfied breath and wiped a fleck of soot from his cheek.

"Heh... okay, that might've been a little too much. They didn't die, right?"

The black flames slowly faded, and through the scorched haze, Zancrow saw only a broad back.

Elfman stood still, his body burned and battered, his clothes singed to rags. In his arms, Mal and Vina were huddled together, protected by the full weight of his body.

Mal looked up at him in disbelief. "Why... why would you go so far for us?"

Elfman grit his teeth and forced a hoarse reply. "A Fairy Tail wizard... doesn't give up on a mission. I made a promise to Mr. Peter..."

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the side, the strength finally leaving him. With labored breath, he rasped, "Run... while you can..."

Zancrow let out a cruel laugh. "That's what weakness looks like. Pathetic!" He sneered, black fire dancing across his shoulders. "The weak should just die already!"

Mal knelt beside Elfman, catching his body before it fully hit the ground. He clenched his fists, rage trembling through him.

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Then, wordlessly, he passed Elfman to Vina and stood up.

He retrieved his shattered shield and broken spear, his eyes burning.

"Don't insult warriors who fight with everything they've got," he said through gritted teeth. "And give us back our village!"

"Brother..." Vina called out, fear and grief mixing in her voice. She wanted to stop him. No matter how brave he was, they couldn't win. Zancrow wasn't just strong, he was a monster.

If he wanted to, he could probably wipe out the entire forest with a single wave of his hand.

"Huh? You've seen what I can do, and you're still not running?" Zancrow chuckled, clearly amused. "That guy Caprico sure knows how to pick his toys."

He scoffed. As if he enjoyed being someone else's errand boy.

Irritated, he stepped forward and swung his flaming fist at Mal.

The shield cracked and shattered under the force, and Mal was thrown back like a ragdoll. His clothes were smoking, burns already spreading across his arms.

Still—he stood.

With a guttural cry, Mal charged again, gripping the broken spear with both hands.

Zancrow met him with a casual kick.

The spear snapped clean in half, spiraling through the air before landing upright in the dirt beside them.

"Why don't you just stay down?" Zancrow muttered.

But Mal didn't listen.

Bloodied and bruised, he lunged again, his fists swinging wildly. When that failed, he tried to tackle Zancrow, even reaching with his teeth in a desperate attempt tobite off a piece of flesh from the murderer.

Over and over, Zancrow knocked him down. Over and over, Mal rose again.

"Tch. Getting tired of this," Zancrow said, cracking his neck. "I should just knock you out and let Caprico pick you up himself. He's the one who wants a new pet."

He turned to grab the broken spear embedded in the dirt, black flames flickering along his fingertips.

"Brother!!" Vina screamed.

Swish—

There was a sharp, gut-wrenching sound as the spear pierced flesh.

The fury in Mal's eyes drained away in an instant, replaced by a look of pure fear. His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Vina..."

She stood in front of him, shielding him. And at her back... the broken, bloodied tip of the spear.

"VINA!!!"

Zancrow blinked, momentarily stunned. But then he burst into laughter.

"Ah—hahaha! Now that's a show! Finally, something truly entertaining. This is what it means to be weak! HAHAHA!"

"Vina!" Mal caught her as she fell backward into his arms, his thoughts blank with disbelief.

His sister, stabbed by the enemy's spear was bleeding out right in front of him.

"Brother..." Vina gasped, pressing her hands over the wound as blood seeped between her fingers. "You... you have to run. At least you... have to survive..."

"No... no, please..." Mal sobbed. Tears streamed down his face for the first time. "Stay with me. Please... you can't go..."

Vina opened her mouth to say something more, but the words never came.

The bloodied shaft of the spear still protruded from her side, until a hand reached forward and ripped it free.

"Agh—!" Vina coughed out a mouthful of blood, her body going limp in Mal's arms.

"Vina! Vina!!"

"I've seen enough," Zancrow muttered, twirling the spear once before raising it high. "What a touching scene. Too bad it's over."

He brought the spear down with killing intent.

Boom!

A massive fist slammed into Zancrow's face, sending him flying.

He crashed through a thick tree with a thunderous crack, taking several of his underlings down with him.

Standing protectively before the siblings was a towering beast with two horns and fists like boulders.

Elfman.

"I should be the one saying this... enough is enough."

His voice rumbled like thunder.

"Don't destroy other people's families... like it's nothing."

He clenched his fists as his body expanded, muscle surging and veins pulsing with energy.

"Full-body Take Over: Beast King Soul!"

Zancrow picked himself up from the shattered tree, brushing splinters from his shoulders. His expression twisted with rage.

"Oh? That actually hurt. Not bad... but now, you've pissed me off."

Dark flames erupted around his body like a wildfire, surging higher with each step he took toward Elfman.

"I don't ever want to see something like that again..." Elfman growled, eyes blazing. "A man should be strong enough to protect his family... strong enough so no one has to cry like that again!"

With a roar, he charged.

"Fist of the Beast King!!"

"Beasts should kneel before divine fire!!" Zancrow shouted, slamming his palms together as an enormous black fireball formed between them.

"Fire God's Kagutsuchi!!"