The strength of the Celestial Spirit summoned by Celestial Spirit Magic is limited by the caster's magic power. The more magic power one possesses, the stronger the summoned spirit becomes, and one can even summon multiple spirits at the same time.
This is mainly because the spirits cannot independently acquire magic power in this world; their existence and fighting abilities rely entirely on the Celestial Spirit Mage's magic, which greatly restricts their strength.
Loke, as the head of the Zodiac in the Celestial Spirit World, is exceptional because he can enter the human world carrying his own magic. He can even go out without the Celestial Spirit Mage opening the gate. He can fight without consuming the mage's magic.
These powerful abilities secured his position as the head of the Zodiac in the Celestial Spirit World.
"Boom!"
However, under Moen's violent magic assault, even Loke, entering with his own magic, couldn't withstand it. His magic quickly depleted, unable to endure Moen's "Ignis Fatuus Saltare," unable to withstand the purifying force of the celestial power.
The purple-blue hunting dogs tore into the golden lion, devouring it entirely, then, red-eyed, charged toward Loke.
"Lion Radiance!"
Facing the incoming purple-blue flame hounds, Loke gritted his teeth, releasing magic. A golden magic barrier rapidly expanded outward, protecting both him and Karen.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The purple-blue hounds kept assaulting the golden magic array, shaking it to the brink of collapse. Loke's magic supply was failing, and Karen, protected by him, was turning pale as her magic frantically flowed into Loke.
"No! I can't hold it!"
Seeing Karen's state, Loke immediately understood that he couldn't continue like this; Karen would be in danger.
Karen's stubbornness was completely revealed at this moment. She bit her teeth, refusing to let Loke return directly. She poured her magic desperately, helping Loke activate the Zodiac abilities.
"That's enough! Karen!"
Loke grabbed Karen and threw her out directly, then launched himself toward the purple-blue hounds in a desperate charge!
"Boom!"
The golden magic array shattered, and Loke's figure was engulfed by the purple-blue flames.
The flame magic vanished; Loke had been sent back to the Celestial Spirit World and could not be summoned again for a short time.
"…"
Watching this, Karen, who had fallen to the ground, stared blankly.
"What… what kind of Celestial Spirit Magic is this?!"
Looking at Moen in full Saint Armor, shining with starlight, with stars constantly sprinkling above him, Karen screamed hysterically.
"Da, da, da."
Moen took slow steps, approaching the kneeling Karen on the ground.
"Look up, Karen."
Moen spoke, causing Karen to dazedly raise her head toward him.
"All the stars shine, all for me.
How… is this not Celestial Spirit Magic?"
Behind Moen, the star charts of Pegasus, Equuleus, and Orion shimmered, the starlight flowing freely, leaving Karen mesmerized.
"Get up, the ground is cold."
The Saint Armor dissolved into points of light, leaving Moen, who extended his hand to Karen.
Karen blankly grabbed Moen's hand and got up. She was completely stunned. This was her worst defeat, essentially powerless against Moen.
Karen now was in a mental state crushed by pure numbers.
All along, Karen, holding Loke as her trump card, was the one who excelled at overwhelming opponents with numbers.
With Loke entering with his own magic, plus Karen's magic supply, among her peers, even against older opponents, she could execute a numerical crush.
It could only be said: justice will eventually prevail. It's not that it won't be repaid; the time had not come. Karen, always using numerical dominance, had finally hit a wall and encountered a true numerical monster.
In front of Moen's stats, Karen and Loke's numbers were trivial; Karen even significantly held Loke back.
"Take better care of your spirits. Without them, you are nothing."
Looking at Karen, Moen gave a sharp critique. The most important thing in life is to recognize yourself, but many fail to do so.
"All the stars shine…"
Karen blankly repeated Moen's words, perhaps not fully catching the warning he had just given.
"…"
Watching the stunned Karen, Moen shook his head. He did not expect his casual remark to change her thinking.
In fact, Moen was just speaking offhand; he didn't know the exact situation between Karen and the Celestial Spirit.
He only felt that Karen's attitude toward the spirits was excessively harsh. As a Celestial Spirit Mage, this was like throwing down her dishes and cursing at her mother—it would backfire sooner or later.
"Spectacular! Absolutely spectacular!"
Bacchus stepped closer, eyes wide with amazement, clapping at Moen.
Bacchus' eyes burned with fighting spirit. Moen was completely different from what he had imagined; this "Celestial Spirit Magic" was a bit too overbearing!
"Moen, wearing armor, you must be a close-combat type, right?"
Bacchus asked curiously. With Moen's terrifying magic power, plus the armor, he must have excellent melee ability. Otherwise, that armor wouldn't just be for show.
"Of course. A true man fights hand-to-hand."
Moen nodded. He was indeed a close-combat type, though he also had some abilities that were less direct.
"We'll have a chance to spar sometime!"
Bacchus enthusiastically extended the invitation to Moen. In his heart, Bacchus felt it would probably be difficult to win, but he still couldn't resist the urge. He trained in martial arts for the sake of battling the world's strong; how could he refrain from challenging just because he might lose?
"All right, I'll be ready anytime."
Moen smiled and accepted. He quite liked Bacchus—this bold, muscle-bound man who loved drinking gave Moen a sense of a wandering knight from the Jianghu, utterly free and unrestrained.
The two of them moved to a nearby table and started chatting. Only then did Moen realize that Bacchus practiced Drunken Fist!
'No wonder he's always carrying a wine gourd—so that gourd is specifically for triggering the drunkenness buff?' Moen glanced at Bacchus' wine gourd, thinking this, but he immediately dismissed the idea. This guy just loved drinking; otherwise, such a buff item would only be used when necessary, not sipped casually.
Moen also noticed that Bacchus had earrings shaped like small wine gourds. This guy truly loved this stuff.
Moen enjoyed chatting with Bacchus, discussing Drunken Fist techniques. Any Chinese person encountering this would naturally take a closer look, wouldn't they?
The two of them got along very well, completely ignoring the severely defeated Karen.
Elsewhere, seeing how quickly the battle ended, the guild masters exchanged glances, all looking toward the relaxed Makarov.
At this moment, Makarov felt indescribably delighted. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly; it was a feeling harder to suppress than an AK.
"You won, Makarov."
Goldmine didn't expect it either. He had counted on Karen's age advantage and Loke's contribution, but they had still underestimated Moen's talent. This wasn't just promising for the future—this had already reached the future!
As for Moen's potential height, no one could predict it. After all, the magic he had awakened was extraordinary.
It was something never seen before, not even in books. If the upper limit was truly as Moen claimed…
"All the stars shine, all for me."
Goldmine's eyes were full of awe. What kind of scene would that be?
"Hahaha! Then I'll accept it without holding back!"
Goldmine's thoughts were interrupted by Makarov's finally uncontrollable laughter. Makarov laughed with his mouth wide open, putting all the others' lost money into his pocket.
In reality, it wasn't much money. Everyone was just playing for fun, gambling for excitement. Makarov didn't care about the money—it was the symbolism. Indeed, their "Fairy Tail" guild was the strongest! The No.1 in the Fiore Kingdom!
"A petty man enjoying his moment."
However, while Makarov laughed in high spirits, someone stood up to provoke him, rudely cursing.
Without even looking, Makarov knew exactly who it was.
"Jose Porla!"
Makarov roared, glaring at the man, itching to directly beat him up.
Jose was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with dark red hair, wearing a dark-colored robe. He exuded ominous magic, and his face didn't look very friendly. Most noticeable was the emblem hanging on his robe.
That emblem represented one of the highest honors on the Ishgar Continent: the insignia of the "Ten Great Wizard Saint"!
Jose appeared quite drunk; he was a little tipsy. In fact, everyone present had had quite a bit to drink, including Makarov. Both of them were speaking without restraint, which is why the tension escalated after only a few words.
Of course, there was also an element of old grudges.
Jose Porla was the guild master of Phantom Lord, a guild that had been at odds with "Fairy Tail" since its founding. The relationship between the two guilds had always been very poor.
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