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

No, we have to wait until the distance is right.

We need to at least take care of the magical girl who's closest to us.

No, closer, even closer. We have to shoot at the absolute limit, so fast that she can't react.

Although the atmosphere was so tense it seemed to freeze the surrounding air solid, the nun's hand remained firmly gripping the trigger.

Right now.

The gun barrel flashed, three times in a row.

Three bloody holes suddenly appeared on the body of the pink-haired girl at the very front.

The nun's arm, which was holding the gun, was shattered by the extremely strong reaction force, revealing a limb section entirely constructed of magic.

Did it succeed...?

The nun, thrown back by the recoil, fell to the ground, her body, entirely composed of magic, now exhausted of its last bit of magic, making even maintaining her own existence extremely difficult.

As the nun's vision blurred, she saw a pair of wooden clogs stepping on her head.

There should only be one person here!

The nun strained to open her eyes, and saw a pink-haired girl in a black shrine maiden's dress looking down at her with her hands hanging down.

Yuuki Yukino?!

What was it that I hit?

The nun, drawing strength from who-knows-where, struggled to her feet. Through the window she was sniping from, she could clearly see the pink-haired girl she had accurately hit was still falling.

Countless purplish-black lines emerged from the bullet holes in the girl's body and dissipated into the air. The falling girl's body quickly withered and disappeared into scattered broken lines before finally hitting the ground.

"That was dangerous." Yuuki Yu clapped her hands, a hint of respect showing in her otherwise emotionless eyes: "If I hadn't been careful, you really would have succeeded."

The nun seemed to admit her defeat, and slowly closed her eyes: "Yes."

"I've seen you before. On the way to Rainbow Leaf City, you were the one carrying the suitcase for Saint Shion, weren't you?"

"It's an honor to be remembered by you."

“You are similar to those ubiquitous nuns, but also somewhat different.” Yuuki Yui looked at the broken section of the nun’s arm, shattered by the recoil, and sighed softly.

“That’s right, because we are all failures, destined from birth to give everything for His Excellency the Bishop.”

"You did a great job on your task."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Yuuki."

"Unfortunately, you still failed."

“What a failure…” the nun sighed, then fell silent, her eyes growing increasingly vacant, her pupils gradually dilating.

Her mission is now completely over.

This nun was not fundamentally different from the magical creations that Yuuki En had seen with her own eyes, except that she was a little smarter and stronger.

Yuuki Yukino would never underestimate someone just because they are a creation of magic.

She had personally witnessed the most powerful collection of magic in the memory that Nishio Reki showed her.

A primordial magical girl composed entirely of magic.

Unfortunately, these nuns are still far, far behind the original magical girls.

Suddenly, the nun's previously unfocused gaze refocused, locking onto Yuuki Yukino with a chilling look, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

Her booted feet landed precisely on the butt of the sniper rifle resting on the window. The heavy sniper rifle slid halfway around, its dark muzzle, like a grim reaper, aimed directly at Yuuki Yuki's head.

The nun braced the gun with her severed arm, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger with her left hand when it came to her.

Lacking accuracy, excessively strong reaction force, nowhere to brace... all these problems are no longer issues for the nuns today.

For a dying person like her—a creation that can't even be called human—it would be enough to deliver her final blow.

To protect the only girl she truly acknowledged, the nun had already put her life into the gun.

Clang——

The sniper rifle barrel was cleanly cut in two, along with the nun's fingers.

A faint, dark purple thread emerged from between Yuuki Emi's fingers; it was this thread that extinguished the nun's final, desperate attack in its infancy.

The nun's body, having delivered the final blow, shattered completely due to the depletion of her magic, vanishing without a trace, leaving only the sniper rifle, cut in two, lying silently on the ground.

To reiterate, Yuuki Yuuki would never underestimate someone simply because they are a magical creation.

She could avoid the crisis of failing at the last minute the first time, and naturally she could avoid it the second time as well.

However, Yuuki Yuki's eyes held even more respect for the nun.

"Phew! You scared me to death! Luckily, Xiaoyuan, you told me beforehand, otherwise I would have been terrified. Phew, really, oh my god, you scared me to death!"

Following closely behind, Inuyama Baki rushed into the church spire and landed steadily on the ground. She kept patting her chest to catch her breath, and her words became incoherent.

Hyakki Senyou and Koumori smashed through the glass of the spire and entered, one after the other, followed closely by Nishio Reki. The five of them stood inside the spire.

"Where is the enemy?" Hong Moli cautiously looked around, searching for any possible traces of the enemy.

Her vigilance eased slightly when she saw the sniper rifle cut in two in the cramped space.

"It's resolved. Just as I suspected, Mashiro Uroken purged the magical girls in the past, and the first to suffer were the nuns of the Sanctuary. The possibility of a magical girl being able to incapacitate Hanako Sakura with a single shot is extremely slim."

Yuuki Yui bent down and picked up the sniper rifle that had been broken in two from the ground, and then said, "Therefore, the magical girls that Seishin can mobilize and who have strong combat power can only be those endless nuns-like beings."

“Although it’s about the same, she should be considered one of the elite among the nuns, right?” Baki agreed, stroking her chin. “What’s next?”

"The next step..." Hong Moli frowned slightly, "Aren't our guests already here?"

“Mori, we are the guests.” Qianyou drew her twin swords and looked toward the spiral staircase leading to the spire.

Baqi slung the gun over her shoulder: "Regardless of who's the host or the guest, just kill everyone who stands in our way, right?"

……

In the chapel of the sanctuary, the hymn, who was sitting in front of the pure white coffin, suddenly coughed violently. She had no choice but to remove her hand from above the pure white coffin and instead cover her mouth.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

The nun next to her immediately helped Saint Hymn up and gently patted her back.

“Not good.” Saint Shion’s already pale face turned even paler: “After Black Feather’s reincarnation, I was also killed. I can feel that all the magic power I gave her has disappeared.”

The nun's face also darkened, but she quickly concealed her worrying expression and gently stroked Saint Shiyin's head.

"It's alright, Your Grace, Nicole and Sasha have already gone there. They will definitely be able to buy you enough time."

"Well, I hope so." Saint Shion nodded weakly.

“Even if they fail, you still have me as your last line of defense,” the nun said confidently, supporting Saint Shiyin.

"No, I don't want it to end that way. If I lose even you all, I'll really have nothing left. I will succeed; I'm capable of taking over that part of the power."

As she spoke, Sheng Shiyin placed her hand back on the coffin.

"I can feel that I am very close to success."

Wanwan will cry if she doesn't receive birthday wishes!!

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Climax of the Bell

“Miss Shion, from today onwards, we will be your personal nuns.”

Little Saint Hymne sat in a chair, watching several nuns of similar age who had been led in by her mother stand in a row in front of her.

"So... what are your names?" Saint Shiyin pointed at the nuns and asked curiously, tilting her head.

"My name is Number One."

"Number Two."

Number three.

Number four.

Hearing these names, which were neither dreamy nor humane, Sheng Shiyin couldn't help but frown.

"It doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good at all. Your names don't sound like names at all! Aren't they just numbers? Numbers? Codes!"

“We are all Ms. Shion’s personal property, and we are one with Ms. Shion. If Ms. Shion likes, you can give us a name.”

"If I had to come up with a name... um..." Saint Shiyin fiddled with her fingers, staring intently at the little nuns who were about the same height as her, lost in thought.

"I've got it!" Saint Shiyin suddenly slammed her fist into her palm and pointed at the leading nun who called herself Number One.

“Number One…Number One! You’ll be called Yi!” Saintess said cheerfully, then pointed to the second nun: “Your name is Nicole!”

Then came the third nun: "Your name is Sasha!"

“Your name will be Joel!” Saint Shion’s finger paused briefly on the last person, then retracted, turning it into a thumb shape: “Your name will be Joel!”

The four nuns pursed their lips, uniformly lifted their rather large nunneries, and bowed slightly to Saint Shiyin in a manner more akin to that of maids.

The four nuns spoke in unison.

"Thank you, Ms. Shion, for giving us this name. We will dedicate our lives to Ms. Shion until our very last moment."

……

"Your Excellency, this is as far as we can accompany you..."

The nun leaning against the wall lowered her arms, her body transforming into scattered magic like fireflies, dissipating into the air.

Inuyama Tomoe raised her hand and rubbed the cut on her shoulder that the nun had just inflicted, sighing with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"It took us so long with just two people. The nuns of St. Eternal Academy are not to be underestimated."

Yuuki Yukino's expression was extremely solemn at this moment.

“I’ve never seen nuns like this before. They have independent minds, and they don’t act like cannon fodder launching suicidal attacks. They have their own strategic intentions. What’s even more terrifying is that, like those other nuns, they completely disregard their own safety and only want to keep us here, just like…”

“Like a suicide squad.” Hong Moli said the word that Yuuki Yuuki was thinking of for her.

"No, they weren't a suicide squad, they were loyal subjects who gave their all for their lord," Qianyou corrected.

Qianyou's words are indeed more in line with the current situation of these nuns.

Emerging from the shadows to deliver a fatal blow, then slithering back into the shadows, their purpose was to leave Yuuki and her group here.