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

The enemy appears to be retreating, but to these magical girls, these tentacles are not a real enemy at all.

Their target was hidden behind the porch.

The magic grew increasingly intense, and the strange substances that only magical girls could detect filled the air like smoke.

Something's coming again!

Pop, pop, pop.

Rhythmic applause rang out from inside the sanctuary, its clarity seemingly penetrating directly into the girls' minds amidst the noisy environment.

The girl with short, dark blue hair clapped her hands, seemingly praising something, and slowly walked out of the sanctuary entrance, her long boots clapping under her magical attire and scattering pebbles across the ground.

This was the first time that any magical girl other than Yuuki Yuuki had truly come into contact with Asahimi. Even for Yuuki Yuuki, Asahimi was like a fog, impossible to fathom.

Her personality, habits, way of thinking... everything about this woman is a mystery, yet she is precisely the enemy that young girls must defeat.

"You hid very well; you truly are someone I've chosen."

Asahimi raised his head, looking up at Yuuki Yuki, who was floating in mid-air surrounded by all sorts of magic wands.

"You said you were disappointed in me last time?" Yuuki crossed her arms, her index finger lightly touching her lips. Her expression, seemingly deep in thought, was already thick with tension.

"Oh dear?" Asahimi exaggeratedly covered his gaping mouth with his five fingers, but his surprised expression quickly faded, and he burst out laughing: "Did I really say something like that?"

Baqi landed lightly on the translucent runic greatsword floating diagonally above Yuuki Enishi's head, like a little wolf poised to pounce, and casually pointed at Asahimi's face.

"I knew this guy wasn't very smart. His brain capacity is so small that he can't even remember things that happened a few days ago. Why bother talking to someone with such a brain?"

Asahimi's temple throbbed, and the smile on her face froze as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. Then, the upturned corners of her mouth slowly disappeared.

Baqi covered her mouth and chuckled, mimicking Asahimi, but her laughter was much more arrogant than Asahimi's.

"Pfft! Are you so angry? Don't your mud figures love to talk trash? Why are you so angry after I only said a couple of things to you?"

The standard trash talk segment doesn't feel like a pre-battle cutscene with the final enemy; instead, it's like the shouting match between kids or delinquent girls before a fight.

However, players cannot secretly deal damage during cutscenes.

Asahi Mi's temples throbbed violently, while on the other side, a coiled dragon's jet-black halberd and a trident shimmering with water were already thrusting towards Asahi Mi's ribs from both sides.

Outnumbered? A sneak attack? What strange things are you talking about? Apart from Helica and Nishio Reki, who here isn't a corrupted magical girl?

Incidentally, although Nishio Reki doesn't have the Black Magic Mark and isn't a magical girl who transforms in a regular way, she does use what is essentially Yuuki Yuki's power, so it's fair to say she's half of one.

The opening scene is full of passionate speeches, then the protagonist is beaten to a pulp by the Demon King and suddenly shouts about friendship and bonds before unleashing his full power to defeat the Demon King. That's the plot of a shonen anime, not the rule that a corrupted magical girl must follow.

In the world of corrupted magical girls, the only rule in a fight is to win; there are no rules.

Sneak attacks aren't unique to Asahimi; besides, Kuroba Kisei, the last one who was ambushed and ganged up on by magical girls, didn't say anything.

The two wands thrust out simultaneously, their tricky angles making it difficult for Asahimi to defend against either one. Their attacks perfectly illustrated what a sneak attack was, giving Asahimi, who had attacked first but gained nothing, a harsh lesson.

The sound of the wand piercing flesh was so clear, and the force felt by the two attackers proved that their attack had hit solidly, but neither of them showed any joy on their faces.

They did pierce the girl's body, but the girl was not Asahi Miya.

From the darkness emanating from beneath Asahimi's feet, two nuns took her place, bearing the unassuming yet inevitable attack for her.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much! We're in so much pain! We're going to die from the pain!"

"Waaaaah... Why are we doing this? We don't want to die!"

The nuns wailed, spreading their arms as they tried to lunge at the two magical girls who had pierced them, their bodies melting like hot chocolate.

Before their hands could touch Nishio Reki and Yumehara Sumireko, the two simultaneously flung their weapons, sending the two nuns flying and splashing two more streams of water into the black mud below the sanctuary.

At that moment, Asahimi also retreated rapidly, running back into the porch where he had just appeared without looking back.

Although the two of them failed, Baqi didn't expect to succeed on the first try when she was giving them a meaningful look.

A surprise attack doesn't necessarily mean a decisive victory; another advantage is that it allows you to seize the initiative.

"You hid very well! No wonder you were someone I didn't even consider!"

Baqi repeated Asahimi's lines from her entrance, then leaped down from the wand atop Yuuki Enishi's head. The black magic runes on her protruding tongue shone brightly, transforming into a wall so thin it was almost impossible to calculate, which appeared before Baqi.

Baqi crashed directly into the wall formed by the brand, and as the girl passed through the shattered light curtain, her magical armor began to reassemble.

His short silver hair grew to his waist, his red military uniform was stained pure white under the light, and his old matchlock gun had a metallic sheen, with a sharp blade protruding from the top of the muzzle.

The spear blade slashed down, cutting the nun Asahimi had pushed out in front of her in half at the waist, blasting mud into the air.

Then, Baqi landed steadily on the ground.

Along with Baqi, a sky full of meteors also fell.

Each shooting star was a purple magic wand, and the barrage of bullets relentlessly swept towards Asahimi, like a venomous snake that wouldn't let go once it had bitten its target, leaving a trail of holes in its path.

Asahimi continued to retreat, clumps of black mud constantly scattering from her hands like dust. The black mud that landed quickly multiplied, taking on humanoid shapes, before being pierced and shattered by the magical girls' attacks, turning back into clumps of black mud.

Seeing Asahimi's actions, Yuuki En felt a sense of doubt.

What exactly is this guy doing here? He only showed his face briefly after the sneak attack and then turned and ran away?

Could it be that they were truly overwhelmed by the magical girls and had no chance to fight back?

No, we can't think like that. Underestimating the enemy is a sign of defeat.

Yuki En certainly didn't underestimate Asahimi, but her relentless pursuit of him didn't stop.

"Why are you running? Why are you running? Weren't you fighting me so fiercely just now?"

Herlica's body transformed into lightning, weaving through the ever-growing number of nuns. Any nun touched by Herlica would have a large hole burned in the black mud on her body, and some even shattered before they could take shape.

"Be careful, don't underestimate your opponent."

Yuuki Yukino reminded them, and used her wand to clear away the nuns who were constantly pouring out from around them, using themselves as human shields to buy time for Asahimi to evacuate, thus clearing the way for Herika to advance.

He needs to conserve his strength, oversee the overall situation, and take care of Lin Jiezi who can't fly. He doesn't necessarily have to be the one to deliver the final blow to Asahimi, but if Asahimi takes any action, he must be the first to react and nip the other's plans in the bud.

"Don't worry, I've got your back!"

Helica agreed, and lightning flashed in the air, returning several times before landing in front of Asahimi.

This time, Helica's fist was already upon them, with Nishio Reki and Yumehara Sumireko chasing after them, and Yuuki Enishi in the air. Asahi Miyabi had no way to avoid it.

"Huh?" Asahimi exclaimed in surprise, rushing headlong towards Helica's fist. Black tentacles crawled out from under her skirt, wrapping around Asahimi's body and binding her tightly, making her look like a miniature tire-like figure.

This thoughtless behavior startled Helica as well.

But despite her surprise, Helica had no intention of retracting her fist.

Just as Helica was slightly stunned, Asahimi ducked down and stepped past her.

Herlica's fist was incredibly fast; it was thrown out almost in the blink of an eye.

The punch landed squarely on Asahimi, scattering the tentacles he used to protect himself. Asahimi himself was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several times before stopping. His body twitched a couple of times before he lay motionless on the ground.

Even Helica was surprised that her ordinary punch had hit her so hard. She stood there scratching her head, completely bewildered.

The other three magical girls who were chasing them also stopped in their tracks, looking warily at Asahimi who had fallen to the ground, wondering what new tricks she had up her sleeve.

What does this mean?

Isn't Asahi Miya a powerful magical girl with the Three Pillars of Magic Wand? How did she become unconscious after just one punch from Helica?

When Yuuki Yuuki fought her opponent, she sensed that the opponent's power was definitely not weak, and the tentacles that had surged out earlier contained the kind of magic that Yuuki Yuuki was familiar with.

So... is it a trap? Or is the other side really that incompetent?

Yuuki Yui felt there was a 99% chance the other person was the problem, but she couldn't help but lean her thoughts towards the one-tenth that Asahi Miya had gone too far.

A katana shot out from beside Yuuki Yuki and stabbed towards Asahimi's back.

Just before the katana was about to strike Asahimi, the nun who had just solidified her body flew out and used her body to shield Asahimi from the incoming magic wand.

The nun was undoubtedly pierced by the wand, but the wand also lost its original direction, grazing Asahimi's body and pinning the nun to the wall.

The nun, nailed to the wall, gripped her katana with both hands in agony. She struggled for a long time but could not climb down successfully, and loudly cursed Yuuki Yuki's ruthlessness.

Yuuki Yukino's brain was already able to automatically filter out the other person's trash talk; she was only thinking about one thing now.

Asahimi has fallen, but she has not lost her original fighting ability.

Asahimi herself is not weak, but her fighting style is more like that of a summoner. The chaotic nuns, the overwhelming tentacles, and the twisted behemoth made up of individual parts are what make Asahimi so powerful.

Although the fighting styles that Yuuki Enishi saw were those of Seiki, Asahimi and Seiki should be no different.

During the brief pause the magical girls took, the ocean of black mud suddenly began to boil.

Just as Yuuki Yuki had guessed, this battle was not as simple as it seemed.

Chapter 187 The Girls Go Their Separate Ways

"Guha!"

The chef of Sakuragawa Restaurant raised a huge lance and lifted the nun hanging from its tip high.

With a violent flick of the girl's wrist, the pierced nun flew out like a sack in an unsightly parabola, landing with a thud in the mud.

At the same time, the chef of Sakuragawa Restaurant grabbed the hair of a nun who was running towards him with her arms outstretched, and placed her head on his raised knees.

After a sound of bones cracking, the nun slipped from Nana Sakuragawa's grasp, twitched a few times on the ground, and then lay still.

"How many is this now...?"

Sakura Nana swept her lance across the ground, forcing the nearby nuns back. Only then did she have time to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her mud-covered hands, leaving another dirty black mark on her face.

At first, Sakuragawa Nana could still remember exactly how many of these things she had dealt with, but when the number increased to around thirty, she began to lose count. However, she estimated that there must have been at least three digits.

At first, she was able to easily deal with the enemies swarming around her, but at a certain moment, the nuns suddenly seemed to be on stimulants, shouting strange things like "Our restrictions are lifted! We are about to be free!" and launched a real attack on the people around them.

Some nuns grabbed people by the hair and tore at them, some nuns raised their feet and kicked passersby hard in the buttocks, and some even picked up trash cans from the roadside and threw them at the crowd.

The people who initially thought the women wouldn't harm them and were still forced to stay on the streets started to riot again. Some tried to resist, some ran for their lives, and some stayed where they were, not daring to move. But there was no doubt that the situation was developing in a more serious direction.

As Sakuragawa Nana watched the dark mass of nuns still pouring out from every corner, her magic and physical strength were being constantly depleted, and her hope was also being rapidly consumed. At this moment, she was already feeling despair.

What's more demoralizing than a staggering number is the inability to see any hope at all.

Not only Sakuragawa Nana, but everyone in Tsukimi City saw no hope. Almost every so often, someone would collapse to the ground, their body constantly oozing black mud, and then a nun would crawl out of the mud. This process repeated itself over and over again for several tens of minutes.

How much longer do I have to hold on?

As Sakura Nana thought this, she thrust her lance out once more, sweeping away the nuns in front of her. Her arm, which was already so sore that she could barely swing the weapon anymore, protested even louder, forcing her to temporarily plant the lance in the ground and lean against it to catch her breath.

This so-called simple breath-taking only allowed her hands to relax for about a second. The nuns, who had been knocked away but were still able to move, had already regrouped and rushed towards her.