Fairy Tail Passive Invincibility

One's eyes were glowing, as if power was pouring out of his body, and he even worked harder to start abusing Bubta.

At this time, Bhuta's bones had been broken all over his body, and his body was almost twisted, blood soaked his clothes, but he just couldn't die.

This was the first time since birth that Bubta hated why he was so strong.

Because he wanted to get the information about the "Blue Water" through these Vikings, Passfell was also deliberately indulgent towards them, after all, compared to the "Blue Water", a mere captive of the Sea Hunter was nothing.

And so, time passed in the constant beating of Bubta....

It wasn't long.

Bearded Bitch came up with a man.

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Chapter 154 - Ways to deal with unenlightened people

"Mr. Passfell, I'm sorry, but we don't have anyone in the guild who is fluent in the Veccan language, but I did find a Veccan-speaking fellow among the captives of the Seagrass Blade."

The bearded Bizarro said, and brought in a slightly fierce-looking man.

"This man's name is Silt, he is the interpreter of the "Seaweed Blade" line of people, his main mission before was to work with the rest of the people inside and out by infiltrating the Vetch tribe." The bearded man, Beech, spoke up and introduced him.

Although Silt looked fierce on the outside, he was a bit cowardly at the moment.

No way!

As soon as he came in, he saw rifle-ahhhh, it was a dozen or so Vikings who were beating up Bubta, and Bubta was now in such a horrible state that he was so horrified that he almost pissed himself.

"It's so cruel, so tragic, so inhuman!"

In his mind, Selt reprimanded the brutality of the noble-looking man in front of him, but a stiff, flattering smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"I don't know what your lordship wants, Silt is at your service at any time." Selt looked like a dogged man, but the key looked like it was pretty damn decent.

What?

You'd rather die than give up?

The non-existent g.

For them, the Sea Hunters, as long as they could survive, nothing else mattered, even if they betrayed the guild, it wasn't impossible.

Passfall seemed to be shocked by Sirt's shameless appearance.

But soon, he frankly accepted Silt's flattery.

As the young master of the Dori Family, he could say that he had received flattery like this since he was a child, but no one had ever been as shameless as Sirt.

"You know the Vicky language?" Pasfel didn't mince words and got straight to the point.

"That's right, my lord, it's not that we're bragging, in the entire 'Seaweed Blade' guild, my Veach language dares to be number one and no one dares to be number two." Silt's chest slapped and said with a confident face.

Ur: "---"

Are you sure it's not a countdown?

Pasfel was so eager to find the "Blue Water" that he didn't care at all about the problem with Selt's words and spoke directly, "Okay, then you will act as my translator for the Vikings next."

"What? This-" Hearing Passfell's words, Sexton turned pale and began to hesitate with a somewhat frightened glance at the dozen or so Vikings who were beating Bubta in great excitement.

"So, what's the problem?"

"Hehehehe- My lord, there's actually no problem with the translation, but I hope my lord can keep me safe." Selt's smile was flattering and equally panicky.

Pasfel was stunned, but not before he understood the meaning of Silt's words.

Suddenly!

One of the dozen or so Vikings who had rounded up Bubta steepled a glance at Selt.

All of a sudden, he only heard a cry of anger, and the rest of the dozen or so people likewise noticed Sirt's presence, and then the eyes of these Vikings instantly turned even redder, and that anger was simply even stronger than seeing Bubta, and they all began to press towards Sirt.

When Sirt saw this, a cold sweat cascaded down.

But he still stood still, because he knew very well that it didn't make the slightest difference if he moved or not now, because here, whether he could survive or not wasn't on these few Veach Clan people, but on this noble man in front of him.

The beads of sweat on Seth's forehead grew denser as he saw the dozen or so Vetchers pressing closer and closer towards Seth.

It was at this moment.

Pasfel finally spoke.

"Stop!"

Although Passfell didn't like the guys from the Seagrass Blade either, at the moment Selt was the only one fluent in the Vikki language, and unlike Bubta, he couldn't let anything happen to Selt, at least not right now.

Yet.

Although Passfell had reached out to stop them, these dozen or so Veach people, perhaps because of the language barrier, or because of racial hatred, or because of some other reason, didn't pay any attention to Passfell's words, and still kept approaching Silt, and even looked like they were about to strike.

At this time, the face of Passfire finally showed anger.

The fact that you can't get your hands on a piece of equipment is not a reason to be reckless.

To put it bluntly.

Right now, there was no difference between these Vetchers and the members of the "Seaweed Blade", they were all just prisoners of Passfall.

"I say, that's enough!" Passfall bellowed.

When the dozen or so Vikings heard Pasfel's voice, their movements paused slightly, then they suddenly accelerated towards Selt.

Although they didn't speak the same language, they could roughly guess some of Pasfil's meaning through his tone of voice, however, in the face of this hatred, they chose to ignore it.

And the resultant consequence was Jenga's shot.

"Bang!"

They could still jump a bit when faced with an ordinary low-level magician, but when faced with Jangleson, these Vikings didn't have the slightest bit of resistance, and with just a flash of Jangleson's shadow, one of the Vikings was directly kicked to the ground by him.

The rest of the Veach clan saw this and roared and pounced towards him.

Ten seconds later!

All of these Vikings were down on the ground.

One by one, their eyes were filled with tyranny and hatred, and they were looking at Passfell in rage, spouting profanities that Passfell could not understand.