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

A belief is your own strength!

The vines rooted in the ground writhed in agony, turning to ashes in Helica's holy baptism, and the enormous petals were riddled with holes under Helica's impact.

It can work!

It will definitely work!

I am your last hope!

The threads binding the pink-haired girl's body snapped and separated from the giant flower beneath her, revealing her original body.

"This is my final blow!"

Helica shouted, raising her hands above her head.

Also raised above her head was her warhammer, a weapon of lightning capable of illuminating the night.

The warhammer, accompanied by the wind and thunder, Helica's full power, and the blonde girl's final resolve, fell towards the falling pink-haired girl.

In an instant, everyone who looked up at the battlefield in the sky could neither see nor hear anything.

The dazzling light blinded them, the deafening roar disturbed their hearing, and the world seemed to turn pure white at that moment.

When people opened their eyes again, they saw the girl using her weapon to provoke another girl.

"How...could this be?"

Helica stared incredulously at the pink-haired girl who was looking at her with her eyes crinkled.

A folding fan was held in the hand of a girl dressed in a cheongsam. The front of the fan was placed under Helica's chin, bearing the entire weight of the lightning Helica.

Herlica's trembling hands could barely hold onto her wand; the heavy warhammer slipped from her grasp and vanished without a trace before hitting the ground.

What just happened?

Even Helika herself, as the person involved, couldn't see it clearly.

She felt an even stronger magical force than herself meeting her attack.

Then, that force completely devoured itself.

Then, washed by magic, I was transformed into someone being held hostage by a pink-haired girl.

How embarrassing!

Helica gave a self-deprecating smirk.

Sure enough, I really can't do anything.

Let alone launching a counterattack, even moving a finger is incredibly difficult.

It seems my journey will end here as well.

Herlica watched as the pink-haired girl's hand, which was resting on the folding fan, trembled slightly.

That force was just enough to make him lose his balance.

Helica, whose chin was pressed against the folding fan, felt a sudden loss of balance, and then fell from the sky like a dim stardust.

In short, I was really dissatisfied with the plot involving the blond-haired dwarf, so I scrapped quite a few parts of it, even cutting out the redundant fight scenes at the beginning.

After all, nobody really wants to see how the blond dwarf and Xiaoyuan fight and struggle, right?

In short, I'm still working hard to write the rest!

Chapter 140 When Lightning Tears Through the Sky

A shooting star that streaks across the sky will either burn out in its brilliance or kiss the solid earth, becoming as dull and lifeless as the surrounding soil and rocks.

Even the dazzling golden Helica, who seemed to have burned herself out completely, was no exception.

With a light touch of the pink-haired girl's fingertips, the folding fan that had been pressed against Helica's throat no longer supported the girl's weight.

Helica watched helplessly as the sky receded further and further away from her.

The impact of her back hitting the ground made her feel a churning in her internal organs, even though her body was protected by magical armor, and a sweet, metallic taste rose from her throat.

The pink-haired magical girl was floating in the air, looking down at him with her light-colored eyes.

Although it was only a few dozen meters away, it seemed incredibly far to Helica, as if she could never reach it.

Like a star, a star that cannot be plucked.

This feeling seemed to be something Helica had experienced before, but she couldn't recall ever chasing after something she couldn't reach.

"Ah..." Helica raised her hand, her scarred palm obscuring her vision and the pink-haired girl in the sky.

Did I chase after her shadow in my dreams?

She clenched her fist, not knowing why, but she wanted to hold it.

But she couldn't hold on to it.

Her limp, powerless fist fell along with Helica's outstretched arm, landing flat on the ground as if in despair.

However, Helica's vision was still blocked, and she still couldn't see the girl floating in mid-air.

Because someone was looking down at her.

The person's face blocked most of Helica's view, preventing her from looking up at the sky from the shadow cast by the other person.

Helica couldn't make out the person's face.

She felt even more strongly that she shouldn't have met him.

There was not a trace of magical energy emanating from the other person, and judging from the age of the person looking down at him, he was already middle-aged, so he couldn't possibly be a magical girl.

It must be a passerby who hadn't had time to take refuge, coming to check on their situation.

"Idiot, why did you come back? It's dangerous here, and you guys are only making things worse."

Helica forced herself to speak, and coldly reprimanded her in the loudest voice she could muster.

But Helica noticed that the middle-aged woman looking at her didn't seem to have any intention of looking away.

She did nothing, just stared straight at me, her sharp gaze fixed on me without uttering a word.

Yes, it was sharp. That kind of gaze made Helica feel very uncomfortable, like a spear pointing at her, ready to pierce her at any moment.

That kind of look definitely doesn't mean they care about you.

Then, Helica's field of vision narrowed further as another identical gaze fell from above.

This time it was an elderly man, trembling as he leaned on a cane, his face full of wrinkles that made Herika unable to see any trace of kindness.

Another crowd of heads peered over, this time belonging to a tall young woman with makeup on her face that she would only wear if she was deliberately trying to please others.

However, what was revealed on that heavily made-up face was not flattery, but undisguised disdain.

A student, wearing the uniform of Yuehai Middle School, also peeked over.

In a gap in Helica's vision, a little girl also poked her head out, blocking out the little light that was already in Helica's eyes.

More and more people gathered around, until they seemed to completely fill Helica's surroundings.

Even though Helica was lying on the ground, she felt a suffocating sensation that made it hard for her to breathe.

It's like the ink flowing away and then mixing with something, like Buddha himself being placed in a coffin.

And no matter who it is, they all have that same look in their eyes.

Sharpness, resistance, disappointment, fear—a complex mix of emotions—there was absolutely nothing that allowed Herika to find hope…

Even the little girl who was only half the height of Helica was the same.

This is how the same thing?

Aren't you all here to help me?

Why not run? The enemy is right in front of us, why bother coming back?

You bunch of idiots! I risked my life to shield you from that unknown magical girl's attack, why don't you cherish your own lives?

"So weak."

The little girl stretched out her finger and pointed it straight at Helica's face, as if she didn't know what politeness was.

But the little girl's tone was so ordinary, so ordinary that it didn't sound like she was attacking herself at all.

Herika couldn't fathom what kind of mentality that little girl had to say such a thing.

"So-called heroes of justice are nothing more than this; they can't protect us at all."

The girl in the middle school uniform snorted lightly and calmly continued speaking, following the little girl's words.

"We gave you magical girls so much trust and support, and all we got in return was failure. You are so disappointing."

The elderly woman tapped her cane and pointed her withered, tree-like fingers at the fallen Helica, her voice sharp and piercing, like a saw blade scraping against wood.

"Magical girls can't solve anything, you're just a joke."

As the middle-aged woman spoke, she pushed up her glasses, the reflected moonlight stinging Helica's eyes and piercing her heart.

As this group of people spoke in an incredibly calm tone, delivering direct accusations that Helica had never heard before, someone finally raised a different voice.

It came from that heavily made-up young woman.

Her words were even more direct, and Helica felt it was better not to listen.

"Trash, die!"

What are they talking about?

Helica was completely stunned; her mind seemed to have crashed, unable to think of anything. She had done this to protect...

Didn't they see with their own eyes what they had done for them?

They are the ones who criticize magical girls, they are the ones who call for magical girls out of fear, and now that magical girls are unable to defeat their enemies, they are the ones who jump out to mock and ridicule them.

From the very beginning, what exactly have I been protecting?

"Do not……"

Herlica retorted loudly, but before she could utter a single syllable, the metallic taste in her throat made her cough violently.

The violent coughing may have swallowed even the initial syllable, and perhaps others couldn't understand what Helica was saying at all.

But they should know what Helica, the Thunder God, is about to say.