Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

"You bastard! Who the hell are you hitting?!"

"I...I can't see clearly! She's everywhere!"

"Oh my god... God help us, please destroy this demon!"

"Help! Help me! I'm dying!"

A soldier huddled behind cover, clutching his gun, trembling all over.

He peeked out and saw a shadow sweep past his head.

He screamed and pulled the trigger, but all the bullets went into the air.

The spent cartridges clattered and fell to the ground. Even after the gun was out of bullets, he kept his eyes closed and gripped the trigger tightly, refusing to let go.

Mashiro ignored him.

She landed next to another armored vehicle, and the blade flashed again.

The carriage was split open, and the ammunition boxes inside rolled out and scattered all over the ground.

"Oh, it looks like logistical supplies."

Mashiro glanced at it and then kicked the thing away.

She doesn't need these things.

"Firepower! Firepower! Kill her!"

The officer shouted at the top of his lungs.

The machine gunner turned his gun around, spitting fire, and bullets rained down on Mashiro.

"It's no use, why can't they learn their lesson?"

Mashiro reached out her hand, and the bullets stopped in their tracks.

"Come to think of it, this feels kind of familiar." She thought for a moment and then realized, "Isn't this Magneto?"

More and more bullets stopped in front of her, and the machine gunners opened fire as if bullets were free.

"Tsk, I'm still reminiscing about Magneto's classic lines!"

Zhen Bai smacked her lips; to be honest, she couldn't remember.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mashiro pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, and landed behind the machine gunner.

He kicked the machine gun with his foot.

"boom!"

The heavy machine gun in the gunner's hand flew out and crashed to the ground, completely destroyed.

"My gun!"

Before he could finish shouting, Mashiro had already elbowed him in the head.

Under Mashiro's precise control of force, he passed out unharmed.

Then she flashed again, looking at the combat vehicle where the commander was not far away, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She didn't plan to wipe out the army in one fell swoop; although that would be quick, it would be difficult to subdue them.

She wanted to make the opposing commander watch in terror as she charged in and out of the army seven times, fighting her way to his doorstep.

You ask why it's so hard to win a quick kill?

Mashiro saw it in a movie, and that's how it's portrayed in movies.

The protagonist, who is capable of dominating everything, is completely disregarded by the owner of the Will of Domination.

Even though the army knew they would be wiped out in an instant, they still dared to fire at him.

With her mind wandering, Mashiro stepped onto the roof of the car where the officer who had just given the orders was standing.

The roof dented, and the steel plate made a screeching sound.

The soldiers around were on edge. They raised their guns the moment they heard the noise, but hesitated to pull the trigger.

Because nobody knows where she'll appear next.

"Where is she?"

The officer, barely suppressing his fear, asked the question.

"Report! They're right above us!"

"Then why don't you open fire!"

He shouted as if he had lost his mind.

"It's no use, she's a monster, we can't fight her!"

A soldier collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling with sobs.

"That's right, you're absolutely right."

Mashiro had already entered the car at some point and was sitting in her seat watching them.

"When will you!"

"Shut up, you're being noisy."

Before Mashiro could finish speaking, the sound wave control was activated, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Then she walked up to the officer and tore off the insignia that marked his identity from the chest of his uniform.

"I'll take this one."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mashiro disappeared back into the car.

The officer suddenly lost all his strength and slumped into a chair, his eyes filled with the lingering fear of surviving a close call.

Outside the vehicle, the army was in complete chaos.

Friendly fire rained down on each other.

Some people were blinded by rage and started shooting at anyone they saw, while others fled in panic, knocking over ammunition boxes in the process.

The firelight was filled with a jumble of figures, screams, and explosions.

Mashiro shuttles back and forth in this steel jungle.

Tanks, armored vehicles, and even soldiers' heads became her springboards.

Her figure rose and fell, and with each flash of her blade, a weapon was destroyed.

Guns, cannons, rocket launchers—one after another, they clattered to the ground.

She only killed those who blocked her path; many soldiers who opened fire on her only had their arms cut off, but were left alive.

Mashiro sighed inwardly, realizing she had been too kind.

She stepped onto an overturned tank, leaped forward, and used the tip of her knife to deflect the rocket launcher.

The soldier watched helplessly as the weapon slipped from his hand, fell into the fire, and exploded into a pile of scrap metal.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Someone shouted something first, and because of that one sentence, the entire army instantly collapsed.

The soldiers dropped their weapons and ran away. Many of them fell and were trampled by those behind them, dying on the spot.

Some people cried out and scrambled to escape towards the rear of the army formation.

Mashiro did not chase after those who ran away.

She continued forward, charging ahead recklessly, as if she were in an empty field.

The last combat vehicle stopped at the very back of the formation.

The car door was open, and a man wearing a military cap and medals was huddled behind it, his hands trembling, his usual imposing presence completely gone.

His bodyguards held their guns, but couldn't aim at the target; the muzzles of their guns swung wildly in the air.

Mashiro approached the side of the combat vehicle, and a flash of light appeared on her blade.

"laugh--!"

She split the car in two, and the people inside huddled in the back half.

A helicopter flew over from the sky, its searchlights casting long shadows on her.

Mashiro clicked his tongue and looked at the helicopter in the sky with dissatisfaction.

"It flew too high, too low, too left, too right, too center."

She reached out her hand to the helicopter in the sky, “[Solution].”

The helicopter pilot had already planned to fly away as soon as he saw her reach out, but it was too late.

The helicopter was cut into three pieces and exploded in the air.

Mashiro nodded in satisfaction; now it wasn't dazzling anymore.

She looked at the commander in front of her, who was practically wetting himself with fear, and said, "Can we talk now?"

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Chapter 214 NAH, I'D WIN.

Mashiro stood in front of the combat vehicle that had been split in two.

The commander huddled at the back, his hat askew, the medals on his chest gleaming in the firelight.

His bodyguards were trembling so badly they couldn't even lift their guns.

Upon hearing Mashiro's voice, the commander jolted back to his senses.