Magical Girl in the Superhero World

The latter's figure flashed, and countless ballet ribbons extended from behind her, possessing both flexibility and sharpness like blades.

Nightingale's magical weapon is a scythe, and her magic spells can "detonate" anything she touches.

When the two are combined, the scythe and the explosion become the characteristics of this magical girl's battle.

Unfortunately, the ballet ribbons of the dancing witch in front of them happen to be the perfect counter to Nightingale's abilities.

The ribbons are endless; even if one is detonated, the next one will quickly fill the gap, and at the same time, her scythe will be pulled and controlled by the opponent.

"Boom boom boom!!"

Amidst countless ribbons, the nightingale repeatedly detonates them, swirling and turning on the stage, yet she can never get close to the witch at the very center.

The melody of "The Nutcracker" suddenly changed halfway through, becoming Tchaikovsky's version of "Swan Lake".

The Black Swan Witch, dressed in a black ballet gown, dances gracefully in the center of the stage.

"If we don't kill that guy, the ribbons will never run out."

Although Nightingale knew the way to break the deadlock, she lacked the ability to do so.

Fortunately, Hell, who had been observing the battle from the sidelines, acted quickly.

She landed on the stage, surrounded by an aura of magic.

solution.

shhhhhh!

The ribbons that swept towards her from the air were all cut off.

This time, Hell showed no mercy, unleashing endless slashes centered on her, forcefully forming a "white shield" around her.

The severed ribbons fell to the ground, turning into withered white roses.

"Let's end this farce here."

Hell spoke calmly, approaching Fukui Miki, who was dancing, step by step, completely ignoring the increasing number of ribbons covering her.

Fukui Miki showed no reaction to this and continued performing Swan Lake, which was her own solo performance.

The total amount of magic power at the Su Nuo level allowed Hell to withstand the witch's encirclement and annihilation with slashing attacks without sustaining any damage himself.

Just then, the music suddenly changed, and Fukui Miki's movements changed accordingly, bringing the entire dance to its climax.

The black swans began to dance in place, round and round.

"32 laps of Fouetté?!"

Bai Xiaoxiao on the high platform recognized the gesture.

That is the most famous ballet technique in history, also known as the 32-turn fouetté, which requires the feet to not touch the ground and to rotate 32 times in place without any deviation.

Thousands of ribbons suddenly appeared around the witch's skirt, sweeping across the entire stage like a meat grinder.

Nightingale was blasted off the stage in less than three seconds, forced to deactivate her transformation, and covered in scratches.

Hell frowned and silently increased the attack output of the "Release" around him, and for a moment the situation was evenly matched.

As expected of a witch's killer move, even she finds it somewhat difficult to get close.

"Senior!"

Bai Xiaoxiao immediately jumped down and helped the other person up.

"I'm fine, but what about the child...?"

Nightingale looked up at the figure that had been submerged in countless ribbons, fearing that the other person would be torn to pieces in the next second.

"She's actually competing with a witch in magic... I've never seen anything like this before."

The witch's total magical power can be described as inexhaustible, yet this gray-haired girl dared to confront her head-on.

What they saw next shocked them even more.

Even though Fukui Miki had used her strongest move, it only made Hell's advance pause for a moment before continuing forward.

"I say—this farce is over!"

Miss Hell's tone turned icy as she took a step forward.

call out!

Her figure flashed, and when she reappeared, she was already behind the witch.

""eight"!"

"Eight": The chef's special technique, which creates a sure-hit slash on the opponent based on the difference in magic power between the two parties. The drawback is that it can only be used by touching the opponent with your hand.

Buzz!

The elegant and melodious classical music stopped abruptly at that moment, like a cello with a broken string falling to the ground.

The ribbons that covered the entire stage were also neatly cut at the same moment, scattering like snowflakes.

Only the witch in the center of the stage continued to spin alone—until the very last week.

*Pfft!*

Her body was neatly cut into three pieces, and countless filthy magical powers dissipated and disappeared from her body.

She fell to the ground like a tattered rag doll, her magical costume completely disintegrating, leaving only her dirty ballet dress.

Suddenly, Fukui Miki regained some consciousness. Looking at the spotlight on the stage, she softly spoke:

"Miki...did it."

She opened her arms, as if embracing herself, or something else?

Hell shook his right hand, which was covered in cuts, and turned to look at the witch who was gradually dissipating on the ground, his face expressionless.

She might have felt a tiny bit of sympathy, but that was all; after all, the two were complete strangers.

My buddy's just here to grind dungeons.

With the witch's death and dissipation, the witch's domain that covered the entire abandoned school was also dispelled.

The three girls from the school's ballet troupe who had been kidnapped by Fukui Miki were also found backstage.

The two missing individuals have been confirmed dead; judging from their injuries, they died during a frenzied ballet performance.

Bai Xiaoxiao's friend was lucky; she only suffered a leg fracture and fell into a coma, but her life was not in danger.

[Congratulations, Miss Witch, you have completed a random event.]

[You have received the reward: Seed of Lamentation.]

Hell suddenly remembered this.

"Seeds of Lamentation? That's a good thing; it can be used to nourish the Tree of Calamity."

"According to the game's setting, as the Calamity Witch, my soul core is located inside the Calamity Tree."

"The more luxuriant the Tree of Calamity, the stronger I become."

"Theoretically, I could resurrect infinitely, but it's unlikely that I could resurrect infinitely. This is something that can't be tested. Only a fool would risk their life to see if the code would have bugs after being copied into reality."

Hell pondered to himself, then casually picked up the curtain beside him and wiped his palms and the backs of his hands.

The injuries above are gradually healing.

For magical girls, losing limbs in battle is commonplace, as they can recover as long as they have enough magic power.

Of course, the price is that once a magical girl's Soul Gem is damaged, her strength will drop significantly, and she may even prematurely transform into a witch due to unstable magic.

"Miss Hell".

Suddenly someone softly called out the name of Hell, so she turned around and looked at Bai Xiaoxiao and Nightingale.

Suddenly she blinked and felt that the nightingale next to her looked more and more familiar. Finally, she suddenly remembered the other person in her mind.

Mist flowers at Saionji Temple.

The young lady is from the Xiyuanji Group, a member country of the Eastern Continent Alliance, and comes from a truly prestigious family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

They were in the same high school.

"what's up?"

Miss Hell suppressed her surprise and spoke calmly.

The person who called her was naturally Wuhua.

The girl was wearing a dark black sailor uniform, her black hair was loose, and her fair and delicate face had a pair of dark purple eyes staring intently at him.

She blinked. "Um... thank you so much for your help, Miss Hell. May I ask which region's magical girl you are?"

"No comment."

Hell coldly rejected her inquiry, then turned and left: "Now that the person has been found, I'll be going."

As she spoke, she pushed open the door with one hand and left the abandoned auditorium of the academy, leaving only her gray hair swaying in the wind before disappearing from their sight.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaoxiao felt somewhat complicated, because she still didn't understand what the purpose of this magical girl codenamed Hell was.

Wuhua lowered her head and pondered for a while before looking at the little owl on her shoulder:

"So, Gugu, you mean that child is very likely a magical girl from overseas?"