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

No.

That echo was like a sacred bell tolling, calling devout believers to come on pilgrimage.

As Helica sped forward, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Given her current speed, this situation shouldn't exist.

But that hand gripped her shoulder firmly, its fingers seeming to dig into Herika's flesh, squeezing Herika's shoulder painfully.

Then came the second, the third, countless pale arms, like open gates of hell, trying to drag her back to an abyss of no return, vying to pull at Herika's body.

Herika's momentum was slowed down by the demons, and she eventually came to a standstill in mid-air.

However, the demons of hell wouldn't have the audacity to dress up as nuns.

The nuns, emitting dry, agonizing wails, with their vacant, clear eyes that made one wonder if they even had a mind of their own, swarmed over Herika like ants rushing toward a candy ball.

Helica was finally able to see clearly how the nuns who had appeared out of nowhere had come to her side.

It's absolutely accurate to describe them as appearing out of nowhere.

Starting from tiny specks of light, they gradually expanded, like an unwrapped gift box, transforming into golden patterns. These patterns then continued to extend, eventually forming nuns of various shapes and dressed in extremely uniform attire.

The process sounds very complicated, but it can actually be completed in a flash.

This process was constantly playing out around Helica.

The nuns hurriedly and used their bodies to completely engulf Helica in the sea of ​​people—literally, in the sea of ​​people.

Helica's exposed body became less and less, until finally her outstretched hands fell limply to her sides in the nuns' embrace.

Just like when they devoured Kuroba Rebirth.

Saint Shion raised the scythe she was holding again. With her back to the nuns, she slightly raised her chin and looked calmly at Mizuno Yu, whose expression was blank but whose pupils had shrunk to the extreme.

Mizuno Yu raised her longbow towards herself once more.

However, the hymn was faster.

The scythe, with its barbed blade pointing upwards, instantly reached Mizuno Yu and cleanly severed the magic wand in her hand.

All that's left is to wait for Yuuki Yuki to walk right into the trap, and then everything will come to an end.

Yuuki Yukino will definitely come.

That's enough; no one can stop Mashiro Gakuen now.

Just when Saint Shion felt that everything was under control, another astonishing change occurred.

Like lightning from the heavens, destined to pierce the earth's core, it exploded atop the mountain peaks built by the nuns, its dazzling light blinding everyone.

Even though Sheng Shiyin had her back to the bustling crowd, the overflowing light made her squint.

Turning her head, she saw an unbelievable sight.

Saint Shiyin saw that Helica, in the center of the lightning, seemed to be wearing a yellow and white dress, the strange evening gown with a long train that almost stretched across the entire block.

The white refers to the white of the fabric used for nuns' robes.

The yellow color refers to the yellow of the nuns' skin.

"How could this be?" Even though she had witnessed countless astonishing sights, Sheng Shiyin was still momentarily stunned when she saw this situation.

The countless nuns who had once sent Kuroba to his next life, a number so dense it seemed they could engulf the entire block, were no match for such a small girl.

"how so!"

Saint Shion had witnessed it firsthand the day before; Helica and Yuuki Yuuki were sitting together on the train during their school trip, chatting happily.

Yuuki Yukino is someone who can create the impossible, break the rules, purify the filth, and defeat Kuroba Rebirth with her weak power...

If that blonde girl were to reach Mashiro's side, if Yuuki Yukino were to discover her deception, if the plan were to go awry even by the slightest bit...

It's possible to lose everything!

In her matches against Yuuki Yuki, Seishin had already suffered losses more than once, and she had to eliminate any minor interfering factors.

In order for Mashiro to face Yuuki Yuki in her best condition without any problems, for the success of the plan, and for her beloved older sister.

We absolutely must keep them both here, absolutely.

Completely ignoring Mizuno Yu, who had reconstituted her wand and was blocking her way, Saint Shion turned and charged towards Helica, holding her dragging scythe upside down.

Having not yet received any care from Seishin, Mizuno Yuu would certainly not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The pure white arrow of light struck Saint Shion's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy as she turned, piercing through her nun's robe and the girl's shoulder.

"Ugh."

A muffled cry of pain escaped Saint Shiyin's throat, but she did not stop, nor did she even glance at her blood-stained nun's robe, stubbornly chasing after Herika, who was being slowed down by the nuns.

On the path that Saint Shion must take, layers of transparent ice walls rose from the ground to block her way; without a doubt, this was also the work of Mizuno Yu.

Pale wings of light unfurled behind Saint Shiyin, her long, light yellow hair rapidly fading as if withered, and pure white flames began to spread from her palm toward the scythe.

With a swipe of the scythe, the ice wall that Mizuno Yu had used to block Seishin's path was cleanly severed. After vaulting over the cold, broken wall, Seishin's speed was not slowed down much.

The nun's clothes, which were affected by the flames, also began to burn fiercely, turning the demonic attire into lifeless ashes.

Even though Saint Shion no longer had any magical armor covering her body, the burning flames showed no sign of stopping.

In the flames, something new is being reshaped.

Mizuno Yu knew that simply releasing her true name was not enough to cause such a drastic change in the magical girl's form.

Undoubtedly, that was the divine liberation of the sacred hymn.

In order to achieve his goal, Sheng Shiyin has held nothing back.

The unreserved wielding of the Holy Hymn's Soul-Snatching Scythe can sever moonlight and shatter solid ice.

What about the fallen full moon?

Yes, the moon fell right before Saint Shion's eyes.

Bathed in the tranquil light of the fallen moon, Saint Hymn's steps finally came to a halt.

Such power is not something that Mizuno Yu, whom Seishine knows well, could use when facing Kuroba Rebirth, would only flee in panic.

The strikingly different magical attire worn by Mizuno Yu, which fell with the full moon, has already revealed the answer to the mystery to Seishine.

The only force capable of contending with the liberation of the gods is the liberation of the gods.

With Mizuno Yui blocking her way, Seishine was no longer able to take a single step towards Tenrai Herika.

The starkly different shades of white collided and unified in this moment, and even a wisp of its power was enough to illuminate the entire night.

"Go!"

Mizuno Yu, who has never liked noise, called out to Helica, who was struggling to break free from the nuns' embrace and walking away.

"Get out of my way!"

With her ragged clothes, lightning, girlish roar, and nuns surging like the ocean, Helica forcefully tore open a huge rift in this sea of ​​desolation where it was almost impossible to surface.

In the end, only that golden meteor managed to break through the encirclement, disappearing into the end of the street amidst the crackling sound of the vibrating air.

Chapter 103 The Fading Lightning and the Light She Ignites

"Thor, the wand named after the god of thunder. First Fenrir, then Thor, both names have a complicated history with me."

Genji Mashiro lowered his hand holding the paintbrush and looked at Tenrai Herika, who was covered in the paint he had splashed on her but was still struggling to stand up with the help of her warhammer.

"I have no intention of fighting you, and you're not planning to stop here?"

"Can't I still stand up?!"

Herlica opened her bloodshot eyes, half of which were covered in paint, swung her warhammer, and charged forward once more.

The now much weaker lightning scorched the circles of paint that Genji Mashiro had splashed, and amidst the smell of burning, the distance between Heracles and Genji Mashiro continued to shrink.

Then, in a split second, Herika’s steps came to an abrupt halt as a massive, tsunami-like surge of vibrant colors swept her away.

“Perseverance is a good thing, but is it really worth it for a magical girl from Moonsea City to end her life quietly in a place like this?” Genken Mashiro sighed deeply for Herica, asking in a tone seeking reconciliation.

Helica staggered to her feet, panting as she lay on the hammer handle, trying to calm the churning in her guts from being flung away.

"I have a name! My name is Helica the Thunder, you bastard, remember this well, this is the name of the person who will defeat you!"

"Even if you were in perfect condition, you still couldn't defeat me, let alone now that you're already covered in wounds. You should have some self-awareness, shouldn't you?" Genki Mashiro didn't react to Helica's trash talk at all.

"Are you afraid that you, with your own scars, won't be able to defeat me?" Helica weighed the warhammer in her hand, and with heavy steps, charged towards Genken Mashiro for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"There's no point in provoking them." Genken Mashiro put his hands behind his back, clearly indicating that he didn't want to continue the fight.

"Then let's do something meaningful!"

With another thud, Helica rolled several times on the ground. The wand that had flown out of her hand could no longer maintain its original shape and returned to Helica's hand as magic.

How many times has this happened?

He charged toward the transformed Genken Mashiro, but was forced to retreat by her unpredictable attacks, only to be knocked to the ground and get up again, repeating this cycle over and over.

Ever since Helica caught up with the figure she wanted to follow, she has been repeating the same thing over and over.

Her magic power was dwindling, and the intervals between being defeated were getting shorter. Although Mashiro had consumed a lot of magic power before this, Helica had also expended a considerable amount of energy in order to break through the encirclement.

Mashiro's overwhelming strength was like a chasm between the two of them, one that Helica could not cross.

"Gurgle... Hah..." The simple action of standing up seemed to drain all of Herika's strength, causing her to groan repeatedly as she swayed precariously.

Helica raised her trembling hand and grasped her wrist with her other hand to try to steady it.

Golden specks of light flowed down from the palm, slowly outlining a shape.

It was still in the shape of Helica's wand, but now it was so slow to summon the wand back that she had just casually pulled out.

"Why would you do something like this?" Gen Kenma blinked, concealing the fleeting look of helplessness in her eyes.

"Why? Of course, it's because I'm a magical girl!" Herica's voice had become incredibly hoarse, as if every word was soaked with coughed-up blood.

"Because you're a magical girl? Just because of the sense of responsibility instilled in you, you don't even care about your own life? That's truly heinous, magical girl." Genki Mashiro seemed somewhat disappointed, pouting and revealing her set of interlocking shark teeth.

"certainly not."

"Oh?"

"Who would fight for such a stupid reason? What responsibility? What about corrupted magical girls needing to be punished? What does that have to do with me?" Helica raised her head, her expression beneath her messy blonde hair filled with unprecedented fervor.