Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

"call……"

Baqi took another deep breath, opened her bloodshot eyes, and pulled the trigger.

"Xiaoyuan told me that I shouldn't abuse this power that belongs to a fallen magical girl, that I shouldn't accept the corruption of the black magic runes, that I shouldn't do this, and that I shouldn't do that. I've always been obedient to follow her instructions."

The bullet embedded itself in the black magic runes, shattering them into pieces.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. Xiaoyuan is gone. The only person who was willing to accept everything about me, the only person I was willing to give everything for, is gone. Now, no one will care about me like this anymore."

The Fenrir chains that divided the streets suddenly stopped, and then the metallic chains began to fade at a visible speed, the chains that symbolized restraint turning into powder at that moment.

"But is this alright? Is it alright that Xiaoyuan won't continue talking about me? Is it alright to completely accept this power, which Xiaoyuan has repeatedly warned me about, and that it carries a tainted quality?"

The shattered black magic runes remained in their state for a fleeting moment after being destroyed, then, as if drawn by some force, transformed into magic power and flowed back into Inuyama Tomoe's body.

"Otherwise, how can I use this power to avenge myself against you murderers who hurt Xiaoyuan!"

Chapter 112 The Wolf That Devours the World

In Inuyama Tomoe's memory, there exists an incredibly dark period.

The heavy expectations placed on her by her family, expectations she was unwilling to bear, were pushing her to her limit.

Just when she thought she had a chance to break the status quo, she was instead deceived and used, caught in the vortex of battles between magical girls, and faced the constant threat of trial.

During that darkest period, Yuuki Yuki was the only ray of light to shine into her life, dispelling all the gloom before her eyes.

Following that light, Inuyama Tomoe returned to the path of an ordinary person.

For a long time, Inuyama Tomoe had been living in fear.

She was afraid that she would be defeated because of the pursuit of other magical girls, afraid that she would be corrupted by the black magic runes, and afraid that she would do something unforgivable.

She was afraid that one day she would fall back into darkness.

But she never considered what would happen if Yuuki Yuki were no longer around one day.

In Inuyama Tomoe's heart, although Yuuki Eri is often clumsy and sometimes falls into self-doubt, she always manages to do anything she wants with her fearless demeanor.

All I need to do is follow Yuuki Yukino and do what she wants to do.

However, that last light that belonged to her went out.

Inuyama Tomoe's world has returned to darkness.

If that's the case, so what if one is corrupted by darkness, or tainted by black magic runes?

So what if we throw ourselves into darkness?

Now, she has nothing to fear anymore.

When Inuyama Hatsuki accepted this fact, something seemed to be quietly sprouting.

It was a powerful and dangerous force that arose from the deepest part of her heart, and Inuyama Tomoe could clearly sense its presence.

Although it's dangerous, as long as I have this power, and can master it...

So Inuyama Tomoe reached out her hand towards that power without hesitation.

She knew what she had to do; she knew she had no other choice.

Pulling the trigger, the bullet shattered the black magic runes floating in mid-air.

Magic, gushing forth from Inuyama Tomoe's body like an impenetrable fog, spread out from the center of her small body.

As the magical mist expanded to its limit, it was suddenly as if it were being pulled back into Inuyama Tomoe's body by an invisible suction force.

For the first time, a look of keen interest appeared in Sheng Shiyin's half-open eyes, which seemed perpetually sleepy.

Saint Shiyin doesn't need to comment on this; someone has already said what she wanted to say for her.

The nuns standing around took turns raising their wands, all pointing them at Inuyama Tomoe, who was in the center of the encirclement.

Each time someone raises their wand, fragmented words uttered from her mouth, which then come together to form sentences.

"very good."

"very good."

"Show your strength!"

"Pour out your anger."

"Declare your resolve."

"Let us appreciate it."

"In despair."

"Magical girl."

"What form will it evolve into?"

The nuns' voices rose and fell in unison, maintaining an astonishing tacit understanding, speaking and urging like a perfectly synchronized machine, conveying a message that Inuyama Tomoe completely disregarded.

"bring it on."

"bring it on."

"Come on, come on, come on."

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

One voice after another, they spoke and looked, their different faces all expressionless, staring at Inuyama Tomoe in the center with eyes that seemed to admire a toy.

The different wands that were raised fell together, their movements so synchronized that they resembled soldiers who had undergone rigorous training.

"It's so noisy! So noisy! So noisy! So noisy!"

Inuyama Baki fired a few shots haphazardly around her, silencing the nuns' commotion.

In the sudden silence, Inuyama Baki took a deep breath, the sound of which was so distinct that even the hymn on the other side could faintly hear it.

When she exhaled the air from her lungs again, the sound transformed into a low growl like that of a wild beast, echoing through the empty streets and audible with unmistakable clarity.

Inuyama Tomoe crouched down, like a true wild beast.

Then, Baqi stared intently at Sheng Shiyin.

That was the look of a hunter.

More accurately, it was the hunter's gaze.

After a low growl, chanting began to flow from Inuyama Tomoe's mouth.

The short and direct lyrics represent Inuyama Tomoe's last vestige of rationality.

"I will break free of my chains, I will return to my wilderness."

"I will hone my claws and teeth, night after night, until I die."

"I will devour the bones of the wicked, and I will embark on a boundless path of revenge."

"That desire for revenge will return to my heart, becoming my tears, my anger, and the power I will take back from the world."

Her short, silvery-white hair grew at a visible speed, like the snow-white fur of a white wolf on a glacier, covering the girl's entire back and reaching down to her calves.

Baqi's bloodshot eyes were even redder than before, gleaming with a faint red light in the darkness.

Then, the bright red magical outfit she was wearing began to fade rapidly, and was reshaped into a completely new form in the glow of magic.

A pure white military uniform jacket, a neat black military uniform lining, jet-black trousers, and military boots completely different from those before the transformation, constitute a magical outfit that, while still a military uniform, is entirely different in style from Inuyama Tomoe's previous one.

The most significant change was to the magic wand that belonged to Inuyama Tomoe.

It has "blades" that are like the claws of a wild beast used to tear enemies apart, but the grip is a "gun" that retains the trigger and handle of a matchlock gun.

It's not as simple as combining a sword and a gun, like attaching a bayonet to a gun—it's a completely new wand that combines a sword-like blade with a gun handle.

It was a gun blade.

The wand named Fenrir finally revealed its fangs after the gods unleashed their power.

In her divinely liberated state, Inuyama Tomoe's attire was much more streamlined than before.

Wearing this demonic outfit, Inuyama Tomoe looks like a dashing military officer, exuding a unique politeness at first glance—but that's just an appearance.

Her fighting style became even more ferocious than before.

Before anyone could react, Inuyama Hatsuki vanished from the spot.

Then, without warning, a nun's body was cut in half at the waist.

The gushing blood—nothing happened. Instead, the magical armor drifted down amidst the clanging sounds of the wand hitting the ground, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

Baki, who had stopped on all fours on the street not far away, biting the gun blade, turned her head back, her scarlet eyes searching for her next target.

Inuyama Tomoe launched the first attack, and the nuns, of course, would not sit idly by and wait to be killed, so they all brandished their weapons and rushed forward.

The nuns who rushed forward were no match for Inuyama Hatsuki's overwhelming power. Their seemingly imposing encirclement was as flimsy as paper and could not stop Inuyama Hatsuki's attack.

The battle has become a completely one-sided affair.

Like a terrifying beast pouncing and tearing, every swing of the gun blade was accompanied by a deafening explosion. Inuyama Tomoe was truly like a giant wolf that had broken free of its chains to welcome Ragnarok, destroying everything in its path with unstoppable ferocity.

When the smoke cleared, the once smooth streets were now scarred and battered.

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful! You’ve shown me a side of you that’s different from when you were studying at St. Yuu Academy, Inuyama Tomoe.”

Saint Shiyin clapped her hands lightly, as if the struggle that had just taken place had nothing to do with her.

Inuyama Tomoe swayed and stood up in a posture that no human skeleton could achieve, her back bent so far that it almost touched the ground.

Then, the silver-haired girl raised her head, and the image of Saint Shiyin was never hidden in her eyes, which were visible through her messy hair.

"Next up is your turn, Saint Shiyin."

Inuyama Tomoe stretched out an arm, brushed aside her silver-white hair, and pointed it directly at Seishin's nose.

"Such a wild fighting style, yet you still maintain your rationality? No, no, no, you've always been rational, haven't you! That's so rare, so incredibly rare. Having fully accepted the power of the Stigmata, you're still able to maintain this level of rationality. Inuyama Tomoe, you're a genius!"

Saint Shion's eyes seemed to sparkle as she excitedly opened her arms and hugged something out of thin air.

In Baqi's eyes, this lazy woman seemed to have gone mad, hugging her shoulders and excitedly talking to herself.

If we were to describe it in the words of Inuyama Tomoe, it would be that Seishion has become even more distorted.

No longer listless, no longer maintaining pointless politeness, she, who was already unfathomable, is now even more shrouded in mystery in Baqi's eyes.