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

"Never mind, none of this matters anymore." The nun shook her head, glancing down at Saint Shiyin who was still retreating, causing Saint Shiyin's shoulders to tremble suddenly.

The nun parted her lips slightly and slowly uttered her commanding words: "Shion, you will apologize to me slowly afterward and tell me what exactly happened. Now?"

Nishio Reki clearly saw the nun's gaze turn to him, and he also saw Yuki Yuki, who was embedded in the wall, struggling to get up but failing, and Yuki Yuki's eyes warning him to escape quickly.

"Hmph." The nun snorted coldly, and the dense darkness spread out beneath her feet like a pool of mud. Any pale flames that came into contact with the darkness would be extinguished instantly as if they did not exist.

Countless slimy black hands emerged from the murky darkness, almost filling the entire room, transforming this cramped chamber into a dark jungle.

Apart from her pale yellow eyes and her hair, the nun, who was also jet black, parted the tentacles in front of her. As if a snake had received a command, the two rows of tentacles retreated, making way for the nun.

The nun crossed the dark mud in Shibuya without making a ripple, her boots striking the ground with a sound like a countdown, as she slowly approached Nishio Reki.

The tentacles were almost in front of Nishio Reki, but the nun's index finger, covered by a long black glove, arrived even earlier.

It touched Nishio Reki's chin, touched Nishio Reki's lips, and then lingered in front of Nishio Reki's trembling pupils as if it were about to pierce Nishio Reki's eyes.

"Now, let these invaders return to my womb."

No worries! This is tomorrow's super-sized update!

One more time, Happy National Day!

Wan went out to play without any worries!

Chapter 208 Densely packed, rustling sound

The nun's fingers, encased in black gloves, touched Nishio Reki's lips.

The cold leather did not warm up at all because of the nun's body heat; the hard texture against her skin felt like a tease, or a blatant provocation.

That finger, pressed a few millimeters in front of my eyeball, brushing against my eyelashes when I blinked, was more terrifying than the dark muzzle of a gun.

A slender black line stopped before Nishio Reki's pupils. The darkness obscured most of the girl's vision, and like a thick fog, it began to linger in the girl's even more delicate heart.

When Nishio Reki was watching the nun, she could also see and feel the nun's gaze upon her.

How terrifying.

How scary, how scary, how scary.

What is this?

Body temperature, heartbeat, breathing—the other party clearly possessed all the characteristics of a human being, and from a physiological perspective, was definitely a human being, yet Nishio Reki felt as if he were being watched by something that was neither human nor inhuman.

What kind of monster was hidden inside that nun's body?

No, Nishio Ryū had a vague feeling that it wasn't some real monster that had taken over the nun's body.

It is because the nun is so unaware that she can only see things outside of common sense; it is because her heart has been twisted to the point that she is devoid of personality and emotion.

What is it...?

Disturbed by the thunderous sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears, Nishio Reki was unable to think calmly.

In the instant Nishio Reki was stunned, the dark mud had already reached her feet, and tentacles as thick as a girl's arm surged out of the mud, embracing Nishio Reki like a velvet chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum petals slowly began to close, and even through his armor, Nishio Reki seemed to be able to feel the sticky, slippery texture of the tentacles.

Driven by an inexplicable fear and the instinct to fight, Nishio Reki's hand moved on its own.

The gleaming golden spear was held close to Nishio Reki's waist. With the sway of the girl's waist and the slight exertion of her wrist, the magic wand and Nishio Reki spun together like a halo.

Each step he took on the ground was steady and powerful, dispelling much of the dark mud beneath his feet.

As he stepped forward, the tip of his spear flashed, and the tentacles that were closing in on Nishio Reki fell like wheat being harvested. The group of tentacles that was about to swallow Nishio Reki whole was wiped out in an instant.

The spearhead pointed directly at the black-clad nun, as if it were about to sever her outstretched finger at any moment.

puff.

It was indeed the sound of flesh being pierced, but the one hit was not the nun herself, but a tentacle as thick as an ancient tree that burst out of the ground.

The spear tip grazed the tentacle, and a thick black liquid gushed out, like splattered blood.

The black tentacle, which had been cut in half, also writhed in pain. The wound that Nishio Reki had made was widening, with a net-like structure resembling muscle tissue attached to the cut surface. Finally, it broke in two like a small squid that had been torn apart.

This did not hinder Nishio Reki's progress. Nishio Reki continued to advance, the tip of his spear piercing the dark-skinned nun several times.

She was terrified, absolutely terrified. Her attacks grew increasingly fierce, but not a single one of them managed to hit the nun who strolled leisurely through the jungle of tentacles.

No matter what's in his way, Nishio Reki will never back down for the sake of Yuuki Eri.

The writhing jungle of tentacles collapsed in unison, and on the broken surface, the writhing blackness grew again. It was just a small underground sanctuary, but Nishio Reki, who was lost in the jungle of tentacles and constantly resisting attacks from all directions, lost his way for a moment.

She could only see the nun moving slowly and deliberately, as if dancing, as if deliberately leading her astray.

The magic power required to slice off a section of tentacles with a mere flick of the wrist must be less than the magic power required to rebuild the tentacles. By all accounts, the nun is at a significant disadvantage.

Even so, the black-clad nun still dragged out the battle, stretching the lines of conflict far too long.

Arrogant people may have a habit of toying with their prey, but Nishio Reki felt that this guy, whose emotions were unknown, would definitely not waste his energy doing such a thing.

If that's not the case, then there's only one possibility.

pat.

A hand grabbed Nishio Reki's ankle, abruptly halting his momentum.

It wasn't a tentacle, but a real hand.

Pale, soft, as if it could break free with a mere struggle.

And indeed, Nishio Reki forcefully raised his leg and kicked the hand and its owner away.

When Nishio Reki was grabbed by the ankle, he instinctively turned his head back and saw clearly whose hand it was.

The nun kicked away by Nishio Reki was also a nun in ordinary clothes, no different from those Nishio Reki had encountered outside at the beginning.

The nun, who had been kicked away, crashed into the tentacle, her neck making a cracking sound like snapping celery, before collapsing into a limp heap.

More hands reached out from the mud and slowly pulled the fallen nun down, letting her body sink into the dark swamp.

But those hands did not disappear; instead, they remained on the ground like bent spider legs.

Then one after another, nuns with similar yet subtle appearances crawled out in bizarre postures, like zombies emerging from a gravestone.

More hands began to reach out, reaching towards Nishio Reki, towards the surrounding tentacles, and even out of thin air towards the sky above the stone chamber.

The entire forest went berserk, with the tentacles that make up the forest pounding the ground violently, causing the entire secret chamber to rumble.

The ferocious tentacles continued to extend from the dark ground, now appearing even denser, and the space that Nishio Reki could move in was constantly being compressed.

The space between the tentacles, where Nishio Reki was already difficult to find, was now densely packed with nuns. Many of them were knocked to the ground by the tentacles, while the person who caused all this was nowhere to be found.

Whether it's tentacles or nuns, if I get held back by these things, I'll lose the ability to fight back.

However, he was surrounded by these strange creatures all around him, and he couldn't find any way to break the deadlock.

L!i#n$g%Dream^First&Publish*Except for that place.

Nishio Reki looked up at the sanctuary roof, which was still shaking and splintering stone.

But Xiaoyuan is still here.

No, I can't worry about that now. If Xiaoyuan, who can't move, is also surrounded, everything will be over.

Like sunlight, points of light shone from every corner of the room, illuminating the dark jungle like fireflies.

Nishio Reki gently tiptoed, and his body slowly floated up.

The tentacles surrounding Nishio Reki immediately found their target, twisting their dark bodies and lashing out in Nishio Reki's direction.

However, the fireflies floating in every corner of the forest were faster than the tentacles, shooting directly at Nishio Reki's body like a shooting star.

As the light entered his body, Nishio Reki's surroundings seemed to brighten, and the golden light around him seemed to become even more dazzling.

When the tentacles that were lashing out at Nishio Reki touched the golden light, they immediately ricocheted away like scalded octopuses.

Golden beams of light shot in, and the golden aura around Nishio Reki expanded even further, as if a sun had been lit up underground, forcing the surrounding tentacles to constantly dodge, fearing that they would be touched by it.

A few tentacles that were a little too late to dodge were touched by the golden light, and immediately emitted thick black smoke, making a sizzling sound like meat being grilled on a hot plate.

The enormous sphere of light expanded to its limit, then suddenly contracted into a single point, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion, and the sanctuary was plunged back into boundless darkness.

Golden ripples emanated from Nishio Reki's body once more, and the light sphere that had just disappeared expanded rapidly, like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, obliterating everything in sight and turning it into nothingness.

The twisted tentacles, the twisted nuns, and the solid stone roof that had blocked Nishio Reki's head were all nowhere to be found.

Just now, Nishio Reki also used the same method to sweep away a large number of nuns, causing the balance of the battle between Yuuki Yukari and Seishin to tilt irreversibly in his favor.

So, what about Xiaoyuan? What about Shengshiyin? And what about that strange black-clad nun who appeared from the coffin?

Nishio Reki lowered his body, searching for the direction of those people through the smoke and dust below.

Whoosh.

A tentacle suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust, grabbed Nishio Reki by the throat, and dragged him to the ground.

Nishio Reki grabbed the tentacle with both hands and tore a gap in the tentacle that was wrapped around his neck, barely managing to free his head from its restraints.

But the momentum of its implementation is irreversible.

Nishio Reki hugged himself tightly, bracing himself for the impact of falling to the ground.

What awaited her below were dense tentacles swaying like sea anemones, and nuns emerging from the tips of the split tentacles, their mouths gaping open as they stretched out their arms toward her, their lower bodies completely hidden in the tentacles.

The plot has been bugged yet again.

Serious bug!

I can't eat the book, well, I'll revise it slowly then!

So the extra chapters I'd saved up for the National Day holiday were all scrapped!

The bowl is dying! The bowl is dying!

Single update today! Single update! Damn it!

Chapter 209 Traveling Through the Forest

The golden sun rose from the earth, then quickly dimmed.

In the enormous void melted by the dazzling sun, the girl leaped out and then plummeted downwards.

Such an attack should be able to wipe out most of the troublesome nuns with their disgusting tentacles; that's exactly what Nishio Reki just did.

The tentacle that reached out from the smoke and dust and grabbed him was nothing more than an unexpected little trouble.