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

Seconds later, what followed was an even more ferocious counterattack from Baqi, seemingly in retaliation.

Honestly, how could I do something so stupid?

Although it wasn't entirely useless, in the face of his relentless onslaught of magic and firepower, not only was his own magic almost depleted, but he was also barely hanging on by the magic he was constantly drawing from Baqi. However, he didn't know how long this method could last.

Mashiro's fighting power in this state was far more terrifying than she had anticipated, and it had also taken a toll on her. As for how much she had been drained in this battle, only she herself probably knew.

The battle intensified, with the Terror Hunters' attacks coming like a storm, wave after wave, seemingly without end, relentlessly testing the limits of Genken Mashiro.

On the other side of the battlefield, even without testing, Baqi knew exactly where Yuuki Eri's limit was, and she even knew exactly how to force Yuuki Eri to her limit as quickly as possible.

Almost simultaneously, the final attacks that challenged Yuuki Enishi's limits came from both sides at the same time.

Then, after tidying up and cleaning, it gets quite late.

This is what happens when you don't have any drafts saved up. I hope everyone can learn from this (just kidding).

Uh, I'm so sorry, I can only post a single chapter today. I'll try my best to save up some chapters!

Then, there is one more thing I need to tell you, dear readers: because the story of the first volume of the novel is still very immature, there are some major problems with the plot design.

We're also thinking about how to reset the last part of the story.

Please feel free to offer any suggestions or ideas! Thank you!

I know this book has many problems, but I still want to revise it to the best possible state and finish writing it!

Chapter 128 Wild Hunt

Although Inuyama Tomoe's method for dealing with Grimer Mashiro was impractical and clumsy, it was very simple.

It's the same principle as playing on your phone while charging it; back and forth, it did indeed give them a lot of extra magic power to use to defend against Mashiro Urouge's attacks.

Moreover, this simple method did indeed hold off Xu Yan Zhenbai.

The way Genki Mashiro handles this tactic is also very simple.

Since the terrifying hunters hovering in mid-air won't allow me to get close, I'll attack using methods that don't require me to get close. Since ordinary attacks can be blocked, I'll retaliate with double the intensity that can't be blocked.

The flickering flame on the candlestick held diagonally behind Genki Mashiro seemed unaffected by gravity, maintaining its original shape as it burned fiercely upside down.

The boiling flames she unleashed resembled a waning crescent moon about to disappear, yet shone with the brilliance of the sun, trailing long tails of flame, and soared into the sky like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The phrase "pillars supporting the heavens and the earth" perfectly describes the enormous blade of light wielded by Genki Shinpaku.

There were no clouds in this white space, but a sun with iridescent spots appeared.

The light blade touched the dark purple tentacles and effortlessly severed them all. The burning tentacles fell to the ground, writhing and thrashing in agony, leaving not even ashes behind.

If only a few tentacles are severed, then in order not to harm the main body, one can choose to sever the tail to survive, and cut off the tentacles to stop the spread of the flames.

But what if it is its main body that is severed, or even the entire space?

The giant jellyfish with a rose blooming on its head, along with the strange beasts guarding the flower, were all set ablaze.

The blooming flowers, like the golden tree set ablaze by the giants in the story, withered in the flames.

Yuuki Yukino must be there, in that flower bud that is gradually turning to ashes.

Engulfed by such flames, the two magical girls hiding within are likely doomed and will probably need to lie in bed for days to recover.

However, Mashiro's opponent is Yuuki Yuki, the girl who has repeatedly shattered her expectations. To be on the safe side, Mashiro doesn't intend to give her the slightest chance to breathe.

Continue the pursuit, just leave the enemy barely alive.

Dragging the candlestick with its flaming tail, Genken Mashiro accelerated through the air and plunged into the raging inferno.

The tridented candlestick in the flames truly resembled the artifact of a sea god churning the seas. As the candlestick was waved, the flames swirling around it seemed to come alive, converging together in the direction the candlestick was pointing.

The candlestick pierced the petals, and the leaping flames, at its command, burned the already tattered flower.

As the flower endured the torment of the raging fire, it rapidly expanded like an inflated balloon.

The words exploded with a deafening roar, bursting forth in bursts of flame.

No matter what kind of defenses Yuuki Eri had set up in the flowers, escaping from this sea of ​​fire was already impossible.

However, inside the bursting flower, there was nothing but flames.

The two magical girls who were supposed to be hiding there have also disappeared.

Something's not right.

As the enemy vanished without a trace, Genki Mashiro, though a hint of doubt appeared between his brows, showed no sign of panic; his gaze, however, grew more solemn.

The outstretched hand covered the swirling pupils of Genki Mashiro, and then, with a casual wipe as if brushing away dust, the flames were indeed erased by Genki Mashiro, just like a drawing wiped away with a blackboard eraser.

The devastated space ravaged by the conflict once again came into view of Genji Mashiro. Apart from a few new wounds, all that could be seen was a deathly silence.

The two magical girls seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

"call……"

Genken Mashiro took a deep breath and covered her vision with her eyelids.

With a flick of his wrist, the candlestick, which served as a weapon, was thrust diagonally into the back of Genji Mashiro's head, colliding with something, and the flickering flames reflected the attacker's figure.

What met the candlestick was the girl's hand—or rather, her claws. The candlestick, which could cleanly and neatly sever the tentacles, did not gain much advantage.

When Genki Mashiro suddenly turned around, she couldn't immediately tell who had attacked her.

Neither Yuuki Yuki nor Inuyama Tomoe had skin as dark as the girl in front of them, which resembled melted milk chocolate.

Judging from their magical attire...

The girl wasn't wearing any magical armor at all; apart from a few swirling black mists that seemed to distort space around her chest and between her legs, large swathes of her skin were exposed to the air.

Of course, the black mist on the girl's hands and feet was much denser, as if it had been attached to her body as claws. It was the same kind of thing that had just clashed head-on with Genki Mashiro.

The posture of bending the knees and standing on tiptoe with all four limbs on the ground, whether it is the abdomen or the limbs, the well-proportioned muscle lines are particularly clear. Even professional athletes or bodybuilders would probably find it difficult to maintain such a body shape.

Compared to humans, the girl's appearance is closer to that of a feline in nature.

Her long, silvery-white hair, which almost reached her ankles, resembled the fur of a wild animal, gradually turning into a vibrant pink at the ends.

Staring into those bright red eyes, Gen Ken Mashiro, who used to be a nun in the sanctuary, felt as if she were seeing herself in the past when she was hunting prey.

Now, she is the prey.

Is it Yuuki Eri's divine liberation?

Unlike the other party, the feeling that the other party's magic gave Urouge Mashiro was much more complicated.

It's like a product of mixing two, no, three bundles of magic together.

There is a certain magic within it, which must lie within oneself.

Genki Mashiro witnessed the girl disappear without a trace in the increasingly dense black fog.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling sensation appeared at the back of his head.

Genken Mashiro quickly turned around and swung the candlestick, the flames creating a safe zone around him and driving away the chill behind him.

This chill wasn't due to any property like ice or water, but rather it was a warning instinctively issued by Genki Mashiro, a feeling of threat she had.

After repelling the girl who suddenly emerged from the black mist behind his head, Gen Ken Mashiro realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

If one's reaction is too strong, the consequences could be disastrous.

"What is that?" Even the composed Gen Kenma couldn't help but raise the candlestick in his hand, adopting a confrontational stance, and asked.

"What is it?" Having missed her attack, the girl who appeared from the black mist straightened up, tilted her head thoughtfully, and said, "This is the fruit of my love with Xiaoyuan!"

"Huh? What? Oh, okay, I got it, I got it." The girl suddenly frowned, nodded a few times to herself, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

Who was she talking to? Genken Mashiro wondered.

"Xiaoyuan said that although the process was a bit indescribable, the result was always good. Now we have a way to defeat you."

"'M'hisha', this is the power that Xiaoyuan and I have jointly displayed, which is unacceptable to people, and it is the beginning of the true Ragnarok, the beginning of the world dominated by Tindarus."

……

"Damn it, this is so annoying! Where did that musketeer woman, that tentacle woman, and that woman who paints all suddenly disappear? When are they going to come back?"

No longer caring that her magical armor was getting dirty from the rain and dust, Tenrai Herika sat on the edge of the large pit dug by Genki Mashiro, dangling her feet and staring blankly into the pit, complaining.

Mizuno Yu's expression was equally solemn, and she silently moved her gaze back and forth between the pit, Seishin, and Nishio Reki.

Physically, half an hour had passed. Magical girl battles rarely develop into prolonged conflicts, and the lack of a clear outcome made her feel an ominous premonition gradually spreading within her.

Regardless of which side wins, she and Helica will likely face the other side, and it's still unknown whether Nishio Reki will be on their side.

Thinking about the unknown future, Mizuno Yu felt her head start to ache again.

"Let's wait patiently."

Nishio Reki gave a brief, perfunctory reply, then crossed his arms and stared intently at his surroundings, as if afraid of missing the slightest movement.

She appeared the calmest, but she was actually the most panicked one.

Having been drawn into that alternate dimension, she knew that getting out of it was almost impossible. Gen Ken Mashiro had created a completely sealed space, and inside, no one could help Yuuki Yuuki in the slightest.

"No matter how hard they try, the result will not change. In the end, we will be the ones to take the victory."

Saint Shiyin dangled her legs, placed her hands on her knees, and said with great certainty.

"Can you shut your mouth? If you can't, I'll help you, okay?" Helica jumped up from the edge of the pit, opened her palm, and was hit by the lightning-formed warhammer, which crashed to the ground with a thud, adding more cracks to the ground beneath her feet.

"Want to fight? Whatever?" Sheng Shiyin remained indifferent, supporting herself on the ground as she stood up, slung the scythe over her shoulder, and the pale, cold flames reignited.

"Calm down, she seems uncomfortable too, but it's better to conserve some magic power before the outcome is decided over there," Mizuno Yu whispered to Helica.

“Ah, right, that’s right, to conserve magic.” Helica closed her eyes and nodded vigorously a few times.

Herlica's angry tone and perfunctory attitude didn't seem like she had taken Mizuno Yu's words to heart at all.

Hearing Helica's words of submission, Saint Shion slowly put down her scythe.

"If you don't want to be hit, then shut your mouth..."

boom.

Herica's warhammer struck Saintine squarely in the face, the powerful blow sending Saintine flying several meters away.

"Tch, who cares about magic or anything like that? What's wrong with beating her up if I don't like her?"

Saint Shiyin rolled around on the ground a few times, seemingly stunned by the sudden blow, and lay there for a long time without reacting.