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

Baqi instantly understood what the phrase "cannot transform" meant. She stopped talking, took a deep breath, and quickened her pace down the stairs.

Being caught up in a crowd of people panicking because of magical girls for the first time was a relatively novel experience.

Yuuki Yui was initially worried that the citizens of Momiji, who had never dealt with magical girl attacks before, might panic and cause some undesirable incidents, such as pushing, shoving, or even stampedes.

Every year, ordinary people die from attacks by magical girls. The orphans that Yuuki Yuuki had met before were the best examples. Yuuki Yuuki did not want such a tragedy to happen again.

Fortunately, although the group was afraid, they maintained basic order and the situation that Yuuki Eri had feared did not occur.

Because magical girls appearing in Rainbow Leaf City is truly rare, very few people are as eager to take photos as the enthusiastic citizens of Moonsea City.

He blended into the crowd and sped away, just like the day Hong Moli chased after him.

In front of the shrine, forced back a few steps, Gen Ken Mashiro flung his sleeves, and a rare serious look appeared in his chaotic vortex eyes. The paintbrush with paint between his fingers was held upright in front of his chest, as if he were holding a gleaming dagger.

But that magic wand is far more dangerous than a dagger.

"Tianlei, go and take Xiaoyuan away." Nishio Reki immediately made the best decision.

"A magical girl actually helps... um..."

Just as Mashiro was about to make her judgment on the matter, Nishio Reki's fierce attack appeared in front of her, along with the look in his eyes that seemed to want to tear her apart, hidden beneath his flowing black hair.

"And what about you..." Seeing that the surrounding tourists had mostly dispersed, Helica reached out and grasped her warhammer, taking a step forward to prepare to charge together.

Now, Helica is a fallen magical girl, and her duty as a magical girl tells her that she must not let her leave.

Moreover, the memory of someone staying behind to cover the retreat was something I had experienced a few months earlier—not a pleasant one.

It was what the pink demon lady did after she stopped the winged, corrupted magical girl so that the others could escape.

However, the battle between Nishio Reki and that corrupted magical girl whose colors resembled spilled paint was so intense that it seemed beyond his ability to intervene.

They are all strong, and forcing myself to do so would likely only hold them back.

Before Nishio Reki could answer, Helica had already convinced herself.

"I'm entrusting this to you. Make sure you come back safe and sound!"

Seeing Helica's back as she flew straight down, Nishio Reki's attacks weakened slightly.

"How fierce! Does she really not want me to say what I want to say?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Genken Mashiro took a few steps back, distancing herself from Nishio Reki. Then, she dramatically opened her arms, displaying an exaggeratedly high level of emotion that was completely different from when she was communicating with Yuuki En.

"I've been very kind of you by keeping quiet, so how about we talk about what I didn't say?"

"Really? Thank you so much." Nishio Reki had no intention of playing along with the other party's acting, so he lowered his eyelids and pointed his wand in the direction of Urobuchi Mashiro.

This provocative gesture didn't seem like a desire for a truce; rather, it was a direct message that he had nothing to talk about with her.

Gen Kenma blinked, his high spirits completely dissipating with each blink.

Nishio Reki's eyes also flickered slightly.

The paintbrush swung in the air a few times, but left no color.

The halberd branch scraped against the floor tiles, creating a series of sparks.

To each other, this was just a warm-up.

Genken Mashiro had seen that look before; the girls in her former nunnery all had that look in their eyes when they were on missions.

The other party sees themselves as a prey that must be hunted.

Moreover, that look in her eyes wasn't innocent; it wasn't the sense of responsibility that a magical girl must have to defeat a corrupted magical girl. It was mixed with too many impurities.

The reason why the black-haired girl in front of him wanted to kill him was certainly not so simple.

Mashiro Gorgen never underestimates her enemies; otherwise, she wouldn't be standing here unharmed.

"I understand."

The text is a mix of seemingly unrelated phrases and sentences, making it difficult to translate coherently. It appears to be a collection

Then came a more clearly defined response.

Real name: Liberation.

"Loki."

The scene behind Mashiro Gorgen was as if it had been dotted with a ring of colorful spots, adding a layer of illusory beauty that seemed out of place in this world.

If Yuuki Yuuki were still alive, she would definitely be shocked to see such a scene.

Last night, Mashiro Gorgen didn't display this level of power.

Even Yuuki Yuuki and Inuyama Tomoe didn't receive such direct treatment in unlocking their true names.

Her crisis radar told her that she absolutely could not underestimate the black-haired girl in front of her.

Then, the black-haired girl held the halberd horizontally in her hand, raising it horizontally to the ground in front of her.

It was as if some black liquid flowed from the girl's palm, then covered the entire halberd, like a waterfall, dripping onto the shrine's floor tiles.

It is neither toxic nor corrosive, as can be seen from the intact floor tiles.

The black liquid poured onto the ground like rain.

No, that's water.

It's nothing special, it has no healing abilities, and it can't damage the surrounding scenery; it's just water.

But it's not pure black; it has a slight hint of red within the black.

In that pitch blackness, the faint roar of some ferocious beast could be heard.

Deep, resonant, and rhythmic, it seemed as if the sheer power of each breath was enough to shatter the earth.

It's inaccurate to say that the sound came from a ferocious beast. A creature that could make such a sound is clearly not in the same league as a ferocious beast.

Something coiled around the halberd's handle, which was covered in flowing black liquid.

The creature that emitted that faint roar was the same one.

A snake-like body coiled around the halberd, and a giant head with antlers protruded from it, its sharp claws on its four legs slightly open. Not only the creature, but the entire halberd was covered with a layer of sharp scales.

Genjiro Masashiro saw it clearly; it was a dragon.

A black dragon with five claws.

Nishio Reki lowered the halberd that was clinging to the black dragon, and exhaled a breath of foul air that seemed to scorch his soul.

"My name is Li."

"Through my eyes, history will be witnessed."

"Through my mouth, history will be told."

"Through my hands, history will be made."

"In my name, the divine era will come to an end."

In an instant, Genki Mashiro seemed to see a torrential downpour washing away the vibrant colors she had scattered, plunging the world back into darkness.

"Huh? No way? There's such a thing as True Name Release?" Genken Mashiro hissed, his eyes widening as if they could suck someone in: "You, you're one of those who seized her power too!"

Her answer came from the dark impact of the halberd in Nishio Ryū's hand, which seemed to crash down like a waterfall, and the true name that was uttered like thunder, indistinguishable as either Nishio Ryū's voice or a dragon's roar.

"My name is Zulong."

Chapter Ninety-Four: Gradually Shattering

The black water curtain that seemed to overflow and wash away the colors left by Mashiro Urouge when she released her true name disappeared.

The girl standing in front of Genki Mashiro simply stood there, holding her magic wand, looking at Genki Mashiro with those complex eyes that held an indescribable emotion.

Hatred? Murderous intent? Neither. She was simply looking at herself, treating herself as a target that had to be eliminated.

In the past, Mashiro Urouge had looked at countless people with such eyes, and without exception, those people's personalities no longer existed in this world; their bodies had become puppets who had completely lost themselves and only knew how to seek pleasure.

Although doing that kind of thing didn't bring her any joy, she still did it, countless times.

Despite being looked at like that, Mashiro Gorgen didn't feel annoyed.

The other party has the right to view themselves that way.

You can tell just by looking at that wand.

"That magic wand..."

With a look of utmost readiness, Genken Mashiro put down his paintbrush, his piercing gaze fixed on the halberd in Nishio Ryū's hand.

Nishio Reki waved his wand, holding it upright in his hand. The echo of metal striking the floor tiles seemed to resonate in Gen Urobuchi Mashiro's mind for a long time.

“That’s something that shouldn’t exist in this world.” Genken Mashiro raised the back of her hand to her face, biting her knuckles with her sharp shark teeth. Her slightly trembling shoulders couldn’t hide the intense excitement in her eyes.

"How on earth did you become a magical girl?!"

"Can such a conclusion be drawn just by looking at a magic wand?"

Nishio Reki did not deny what Genki Mashiro said. Although his face remained expressionless, his heart was in turmoil because of Genki Mashiro's words.

When Nishio Reki first saw Urouge Mashiro appear on the steps, he immediately noticed her unusual demeanor and connected the image of this arrogant magical girl with the Urouge Mashiro that Yuuki Yuki had told her about not long ago.

Yuuki Yuki and Inuyama Tomoe are no longer two helpless fledglings. Although they are reluctant to admit it, they are opponents whose level of teamwork makes it difficult for them to gain any advantage even when they join forces. They are definitely not to be underestimated.

Nishio Reki, who had held back even in front of Kuroba Reisei, unleashed his wand upon their first meeting, indicating that he was taking the situation very seriously.

However, Nishio Reki realized that he had underestimated his opponent.

Even though Nishio Reki was mentally prepared, Goraku Mashiro was still more complicated than she had anticipated.

"Special things are special no matter how you look at them. Want to tell me about them? Maybe we'll have a good chat."

Gen Ken Mashiro stretched out her hands, palms outstretched, and slightly raised her chin in invitation.

The teeth marks left by the shark's teeth are clearly visible on the fingers, and the paintbrush stuck between the fingers is particularly eye-catching.

"This isn't something I wished for; it's a gift from her." Nishio Reki twirled the wand in his hand, his fingertips tracing its scales.

"Although I don't want to use it at all, this isn't Moonsea City, so using it a little shouldn't be a problem, right?"

When Nishio Reki mentioned "that guy," a subtle smile appeared on Gyoken Mashiro's lips, and his clenched shark teeth tightened even more as if he had caught his prey.

The halberd, now gripped tightly with both hands by Nishio Reki, was pointed in the direction of Urobuchi Mashiro:

"Besides, if we don't do this, how can we eliminate all the threats for her as quickly as possible?"