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

Black Feather Reincarnation?

Sakura Hanako stared in disbelief at the magical girl who appeared before her, who was no different from the powerful and almost invincible evil demon king she had seen during her first mission with her seniors at the festival.

They are the same person, how could there be any difference!

That bastard... cough... I accidentally swore.

Sakura Hanako shook her head and blinked several times.

This heinous, deserving-to-die villain just saved himself?

"Tsk." Kuroba Reisei clicked her tongue, spread her five fingers, and the giant sword that was deeply embedded in the tower wall was summoned by her, spinning and flying towards Kuroba Reisei, where she firmly grasped it in her palm.

Kuroba's words about reincarnation have indirectly confirmed that what Sakura Hanako said was true.

Are the magical girls, who have already been defeated, now fighting against themselves?

Thinking about this, Qianyou immediately understood why Hong Moli had that expression just now.

Seeing the magical girl he had personally defeated, who had shown him her final, infatuated side, standing before him, felt almost like being haunted by a vengeful ghost.

“That’s great that you understand.” Asahimi clapped her hands. “Now, let them take good care of you.”

"Playing with the dead! You bastard!" Sakura Hanako couldn't help but curse out loud; it was indeed rare for her to utter such profanity.

Her mother is a doctor, and she herself aspires to become a healer who saves others. Even her wand is named after the goddess of healing. Although she dares not claim to be as gentle as Yuuki-senpai, she does not want to see others suffer.

After becoming a magical girl, Sakura Hanako gradually began to understand what had happened to some girls who had inexplicably become vegetative in hospital beds. Even though it didn't have any practical effect, Sakura Hanako would occasionally deliberately pass by the ward and look at those sleeping girls through the glass in the door.

For example, the child who was shot by Baqi and then thrown into the garbage dump by Yuuki Yuuki.

That's why Sakura Hanako was able to recognize the magical girls first.

But now, Asahimi is using them as shields to stop him from moving forward?!

Compared to Kuroba Reincarnation, this guy is truly unforgivable!

"Playing with the dead? Are you mistaken?" Asahimi sneered.

Are you trying to say that these people don't strictly qualify as deceased? That's a ridiculous argument!

But that's not what Asahi Mi was talking about.

"Wrong, completely wrong. I gave them a second life. Although I mixed some different things into their souls to make them obedient to me, I can guarantee that the souls that returned to their bodies were their original ones."

Asahimi rubbed his palm, a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes.

"You don't actually think that Shubnigs, who controls the power of reproduction, can simply summon some tentacles and create a few nuns as cannon fodder, do you?"

Sakura Hanako hesitated.

Noticing Sakura Hanako's expression, Asahimi looked down at her with an air of superiority, then deepened the curve of his eyes.

"Shouldn't you think about what you did during the so-called trial and execution? Your wand is similar to Shub-Niggurath's, possessing abilities related to life. I should be able to understand that, right?"

The entire place was silent; no one answered, only the sounds of the magical girls' battle and Sakura Hanako's all-knowing gaze could be heard.

"It is love! It is procreation! It is the tremor that makes the soul leave the body, it is the most instinctive and joyful communication between people! It is something within my power!"

This...this is simply impossible!

Defeating the corrupted magical girl, then executing her and letting her soul return to the heavens—this is the underlying logic behind the magical girls' battles.

Shubnigs, who appears to be the most unremarkable in terms of ability, actually overturns this underlying logic.

When did you do it?

"Yes, when was it made?" Asahimi pretended to think, then grinned, "Guess?"

"She used her abilities to capture the souls of those magical girls whose bodies were still alive when the magic began to leak from afar." Sumireko Yumehara temporarily repelled the enemy blocking her way and answered for Asahimi.

"How boring. You ruined a perfectly good guessing game." Asahi Miyabi shook her finger quickly.

“She’s much more abnormal than before. Using this power will also corrupt her. Don’t talk to her anymore, just do what we need to do.” Yuuki Yui warned Sakura Hanako before Asahimi could continue.

Yuuki was very familiar with these things, so she wasn't surprised at all that Shubnigs could do such a thing.

But it's hard to say how much it would cost to do something like that.

After all, the magical power required to shake the rules of this world is negligible. What is truly terrifying is the wand that becomes more closely associated with oneself the more it is used.

That is the price of power.

Mashiro is still transmitting magic, and judging from the concentration of magic in Moonsea City, it may take some more time.

But their time is indeed running out.

"Yuki Yui is right! They're just a few ordinary magical girls. It'll be easy to take them down. Let's beat them into submission and then charge in all at once."

Helica echoed, then swung her lightning-covered fist, turning the magical girl who had been twirling a stick around her into an afro. She then wiped her nose with a satisfying laugh, her body completely merging into the lightning, tumbling repeatedly in the air.

Just before Helica was about to touch Asahimi, a figure rushed out, her nun's dress billowing in the wind, and her long sword clashed with Helica's.

Helica took several steps back before she could barely steady herself. Then she raised her trembling hand and looked ahead in disbelief.

The girl who stopped him had purple hair, green eyes, a long sword, and... a nun's habit.

Speaking solely of the nun's habit element, apart from Saint Hymn and Saint Prayer, everyone else is completely useless, almost indistinguishable from cannon fodder.

But the person in front of me is different.

Herica's fist, unleashed by divine intervention, not only failed to injure her opponent but was instead forcefully pushed back.

Whether this nun can compare to Saint Helica is unknown, but compared to Saint Shion, she is far superior.

Moreover, she wasn't the only nun standing next to Asahimi.

"Your Holiness, are you injured?"

The nun who had just stopped Helica from the lightning turned her head to look at Asahimi beside her, and then noticed the shocking wound on her shoulder. However, the nun just frowned and then looked away as if she hadn't seen it.

Asahimi noticed that the nun deliberately looked away to avoid making him feel awkward, but he didn't say anything.

"Higuchi," Asahimi called out a name that was unfamiliar.

thump.

A nun immediately straightened her posture, pulling her gloves tightly.

"Inoue."

The nun removed the cross from her back and faced Helica with a stern expression.

"Field firewood".

The nun pulled out a flute from under her arm, and a sharp blade hidden inside was faintly visible.

"Hanahata."

The enormous Iron Maiden was lifted steadily into the air by the nun with one hand.

As Asahi spoke, he turned his gaze to the person beside him who had stopped Helica's attack.

"And, sword-wielding."

The nun, known as the sword-wielder, rested her long sword in the crook of her elbow and wiped it across the fold of her forearm and upper arm as if wiping away blood.

Asahi took a half step back with satisfaction.

"The strongest Holy Sisters, this place is now in your hands."

Jian Chi lowered his long sword and slowly walked towards Helica, stepping through the air.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

Chapter 210 Touching the Future with Your Own Hands

One, two, three, four, five.

There were five nuns guarding Asahi Miyabi.

Even if their strength is not necessarily comparable to that of the leading nun who blocked Helica's attack with the Heavenly Thunder, they are certainly all quite powerful.

Helica was a seasoned veteran who had seen all sorts of magical girls. With just one glance, she could tell that the nuns standing in front of her were all at least at the level of divine liberation.

Then consider their nun's habit and the way they address Asahimi.

If the other magical girls, who were given new life by Asahimi and pulled back from the brink of defeat, were a large plate of dumplings, then Asahimi made this plate of dumplings for the sake of this dish of vinegar—these nuns.

Helica likes to charge ahead recklessly, but she's not stupid; she sees the situation clearly.

"This is difficult, very difficult," Helica muttered. If she didn't have divine liberation, she could still twirl the warhammer in her hand, but now she had nothing in her hand, just as empty as in her heart.

Never mind all that, the magical girl who can reach Mashiro Urouge's side doesn't necessarily have to be me.

Just as Helica was about to charge forward, a figure blocked her way.

To be precise, it was a view from behind.

As the magical girl's black wings gradually receded, Helica frowned, immediately controlling her emotions to avoid appearing too cold.

But when she called out the girl's name, there was still a heavy sense of distance between them: "Kuroba Reincarnation?"

The question "Why?" that Helica was trying to say wasn't directly uttered. Even if Kuroba suddenly jumped in front of her, she wouldn't yell, turn around, grab her sword, and start slashing at her.

"Leave this to me."

Black Feather Reincarnation smeared a rune-covered giant sword, and the runes engraved on the sword lit up one by one. Feathers stirred up a storm centered on her feet.

Helica knew from the beginning that this guy was not weak, and she couldn't possibly be weak either, but seeing Kuroba Reisei unleash his full magic power again, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional about why someone with such a personality would have such power.

Fighting alongside Kuroba Reise would definitely make Helica, a typical magical girl, feel uncomfortable, but now, Helica has to admit that Kuroba Reise's power is indeed indispensable, and with her help, she can save a lot of effort.

Helica knew there were some things she shouldn't say.

But if she didn't say some things directly, she wouldn't be Helica the Thunder.

"Now that things have come to this, do you want to put on a nice face and casually join us in saving this city?"

"No, no, I never thought about such a thing. I don't deny what I did, nor do I intend to make up for my mistakes through any action. Even if I did, you might not accept it."

"Then, why?"

Why?

Kuroba Rise sighed, took a deep breath, and then let out a sigh. His eyes gradually filled with a fanatical look, and he muttered to himself.

"Because of my master. My master is everything to me, the meaning of my existence. When I was lost, my master gave me direction in life; when I made mistakes, my master gave me the proper guidance. My master reshaped my life, showed me the beauty of this world, gave me the motivation to live, and was willing to stoop down and touch my filthy self. My breathing is smooth because of my master's presence, my heart beats because of my master's presence, my eyes were born to gaze upon my master's face, and the duty of my hands is to serve my beloved master. Every morning, the first second I open my eyes, I search for my master's whereabouts, and looking at the empty bedside, I am filled with endless regret. Every night, I wait for my master's praise." But all that awaited me was endless emptiness. Every day without my master passed in unbearable loneliness and solitude, wishing I could spend every single second searching for traces of him in the places where he had once existed. I could find his long hair in the cracks of rocks, but I could no longer smell his scent. I could find his clothes in his wardrobe, but I could no longer feel his warmth. Without him, my life would be utterly meaningless. Every day without him, I longed for the days and nights we spent together; my remaining life could only find solace in those beautiful memories of our time together. Master…Master…Master! All of this is for you, Master. For you, I would do anything! Ah…Master! Master! Master! Master!