Yes, I did all of this!

"Is that right?"

Duanmu Mo smiled, raised his hand, and rushed towards him.

Just as his body was about to be struck, a human figure suddenly emerged from the shadow in front of Duanmu Mo—a figure completely enveloped in shadow and unable to move—the figure of Dr. Suzuki.

"what!"

Seeing this, the old crow was startled and subconsciously restrained the force of his attack, but even so, the blow still severed Suzuki's body.

"Father......"

Suzuki's eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but his body was uncontrollably crushed.

The next moment, Duanmu Mo's fist passed through Dr. Suzuki's body and struck the old man crow.

However, even with the attacks being much more restrained, they still managed to hit Duanmu Mo at the same time.

The power from the fist flowed into the old man's body, and Duanmu Mo was directly blasted away to a distance.

"Heh, luckily I still have one trick up my sleeve..."

As he flew backward, Duanmu Mo left behind his words of relief and mockery, leaving only the old man crow staring blankly at Dr. Suzuki, whom he had just severed.

—The old man realized that Neville had not killed Suzuki at all, but had hidden him as a secret weapon to deal with him.

Using it within this attack only reduces the fatal blow and buys him time.

Looking at Dr. Suzuki, whom he had killed and whose body had dissipated, the old man crow opened his mouth, his mind in turmoil.

Disturbed and unsure of what to do, she let the power of Neville's punch spread throughout her body.

呲!

Numerous thorns burst forth from his body, entangled the old crow, and bound him to the spot.

—At the same time, on the other side, Huangyi also suddenly opened his eyes:

"I felt it, in everyone's hearts!"

Four orbs of light, purple, red, green, and gold, slowly gathered on her arm and coalesced in her palm.

This attack combined the full power of the four magical girls. If it failed, they would have no power to resist and would be forced to accept defeat or even death.

But that's precisely why they can't accept defeat. With the dawn of victory in sight, for everyone, for themselves, and even more so for the people they care about, they gambled everything on this one strike.

boom!

The power of the four magical girls was unleashed as a beam of light, and the four-colored light spheres spun rapidly, breaking through the black mist and piercing through the final strike of the Striker.

A single, decisive blow—but then, the magical girls all deactivated their transformations.

"Ugh... cough cough!"

Xia Yan collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, unable to even move a finger. She struggled to lift her head, looking at the Striker's Final Form, which had pierced her chest.

"Did you take them down...?"

Even the Final Form, who could previously recover, couldn't regenerate under such an attack. Watching the Final Form's body suddenly stiffen and kneel on the ground, its body turning into black smoke and dissipating, Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done... uh!"

Blood gushed from her arm; the blow had nearly destroyed it.

Completely exhausted and on the verge of fainting, if she still survives, then they are helpless.

Bang—boom boom...

—Just then, a loud bang was heard, and Neville was sent flying backward, spinning and rolling on the ground, his transformation suddenly canceled.

"Ugh... I feel like vomiting!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Neville spat out a mouthful of blood. Two intersecting slashes ran from his shoulder to his waist, almost cutting him into four pieces.

"Neville..."

Lingyin knelt on the ground, looking at the disheveled Neville, gritted her teeth and gripped the gem in her hand, but couldn't use any of the power to transform.

"Yo... magical girls."

Duanmu Mo clutched his abdomen to prevent his internal organs from spilling out of the wound, struggled to his feet, glanced in the direction of the old man crow, and then smiled at them:

"Well done... You took down the final move beautifully."

"You bastard..."

Yu wanted to curse even harsher, but now even opening her mouth was difficult.

"Thanks to you all, I got what I wanted."

Duanmu Mo waved at the fallen Striker Final Form, and two cards immediately appeared in his hand.

One was Black Stone's card, while the other was Duanmu Mo's biggest gain this time.

"Neville!"

But as soon as he got the card, a deep voice suddenly rang out, and the old crow broke free of its restraints and flew towards him.

His eyes held little sorrow, only a murderous intent to tear Duanmu Mo to pieces.

"I've finally figured it out. Everything you've done was just a bluff! Once the door opened, you didn't improve at all!"

Faced with his roar, Duanmu Mo simply smiled and waved the card in his hand:

"Sorry, veteran, you're still a step too late."

. . . . . .

Chapter 251: Neville Driver

"Honestly, I almost got killed by you. That feeling of danger was really exciting."

Duanmu Mo released his hand from his abdomen and placed it on his belt.

With a slight pull, it was removed, and then the card in my hand was flipped over, revealing the card itself—

There is no image of the Striker Finale; all that can be seen on the card is a metallic texture and mechanical patterns flowing across it, nothing else, not even the background.

There were no patterns on them, just like Duanmu Mo's energy card and the card made from a magic puppet for awakening.

Before the old man crow arrived, Duanmu Mo had already inserted the card into his belt.

Click—

From the slot in the middle of the belt, you can see the card rapidly dissolving, turning into a burst of black light that spreads throughout the entire belt.

Then a metallic clanging sound came from the belt, and soon, the belt's shape began to show some circuit board-like patterns.

At the same time, a deep voice also rang out:

"Nevil Driver!"

Put the driver back on his waist, Duanmu Mo raised his hand, and using the shadow of his trench coat as a guide, took out a ball of energy, squeezed it tightly, and shaped it into a card.

The card design is somewhat similar to that of the energy card, with black vortexes slowly rolling across the surface.

However, a blood-red line has been added to it, and the edges of the card are outlined with gold, making it more upscale than those energy cards.

—Duanmu Mo's movements were swift and effortless, showing no sign of panic at the old man's actions. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the moment. His movements were compact and appropriate; he could have been faster, but he deliberately inserted the card just as the old man was about to attack him.

"Transform!"

The energy card with the gold trim is essentially a collection of negative emotions gathered by the old man crow when the Raider went berserk. These emotions were used to replace the energy of the ancient monster and the magical girl's power to synthesize the Key to the Underworld.

So strictly speaking, this thing is a superior replacement for Duanmu Mo's pile of ordinary monster cards.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

The electric current spread from the belt, engulfing Duanmu Mo's entire body completely.

The black mist enveloped Duanmu Mo, transforming into a black tornado that shot straight into the sky. A hint of gold mingled with the black wind, obscuring the figure within.

"Die!"

The old man crow finally arrived, but that's only because Duanmu Mo was too fast. Using the power of the Hei Jia, his speed was by no means slow. He raised his greatsword and slashed fiercely at the figure in the black tornado.

However, when the greatsword was caught in the tornado, a crisp collision sound rang out, and the old man found that the greatsword in his hand could not go any further.

Feeling surprised, but his killing intent toward Neville did not diminish in the slightest, the old raven flew backward, spread his wings and shot out a large number of ravens toward the tornado.

Within the black and gold tornado, a pair of red lights suddenly shone, like eyes opening, and an undeniable profound aura spread from them.

The black tornado suddenly expanded, and Neville, within it, swung his hand out, releasing black tentacles that instantly blasted the incoming crows to pieces.

"What......"

In the flames of the explosion, Neville's appearance was clearly revealed to everyone.

—The jet-black body covered in armor gleamed with a metallic sheen, its body adorned with dark gold metallic lines, and the bright red eyes on its face swept over the crowd, while a jet-black shadow writhed beneath its feet.

The black mist that swirled around him solidified and draped over his body, transforming into a trench coat cinched at the waist with a belt. The hem of the trench coat extended from under the belt, its dark gold edges fluttering in the wind.

The upper part of the trench coat also features metallic armor and patterns, making the body look somewhat heavy without appearing out of place.

"What kind of posture is that...?"

Yu Zhi opened her eyes wide and looked at Neville as he slowly lowered his hand, while Cang Yi stood calmly in place beside him: "Have you gotten stronger again?"

Touching his belt, Neville straightened the collar of his armor, stretched his neck, and looked up at the old raven in the sky:

"What? Weren't you going to kill me? Why aren't you coming over?"

Duanmu Mo beckoned to him with his finger, and upon seeing this, the old crow immediately spread his wings: "As you wish!"

A large number of crows shot out from their wings and landed on the ground, forming numerous clones.

At the same time, the clones from before gathered together, densely packed together to completely surround Duanmu Mo.

Scanning the terrifying clones around him that made his legs weak, Duanmu Mo remained calm and even a little excited.

"A battle of numbers?"

The shadow beneath their feet began to wriggle, surging rapidly towards the clones like a tide.

Black tentacles shot out from the shadows, piercing their bodies and nimbly crushing them.

"Unfortunately, no matter how many grunts there are, they are still grunts."

Several clones fell into Duanmu Mo's attack, and a black vortex that appeared out of nowhere swallowed the fist of one of the clones.

At the same time, a black vortex appeared in front of another clone beside Duanmu Mo, and a fist emerged from it, slamming hard into its head and knocking it back.