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

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

In that instant, almost no one could see what happened. They only saw Inuyama Tomoe raise her wrist, and then suddenly the street in front of them seemed to have been dug out, leaving several trenches nearly half a meter deep in the ground, looking as shocking as the claw marks of a ferocious beast.

However, Seishion was not within Inuyama Tomoe's attack range, but no one would doubt that Inuyama Tomoe's attack was originally aimed at Seishion, but Seishion dodged it.

But the lightning strike from the sky did not allow Sheng Shiyin to escape again.

However, the lightning strike only sliced ​​off a small piece of the mist that suddenly appeared above Saint Shiyin's head, and did not manage to damage Saint Shiyin's body at all.

Herlica, her palms gripping lightning like silver snakes, glared fiercely at Saint-Syon with eyes that seemed to want to kill, her expression growing even more sinister.

The usually noisy Helica remained silent, raising her hand again without a word. The lightning on her arm shone even brighter, as if she had grasped the entire sky with one hand.

Inuyama Tomoe and Tenrai Herika have never gotten along, but at this moment, they were surprisingly in agreement.

But two hands blocked them both, one after the other.

"Big sister, wait! If this continues, you'll be devoured by the Black Magic Mark!" A long katana, even taller than the girl, pressed down on Inuyama Tomoe's spear blade, preventing her from raising her wand again.

Mizuno Yu's method of stopping her was even more direct: a few snowflakes landed on Herika's hand, and a light frost began to spread on Herika's arm.

"Thunder, calm down."

Herlica and Inuyama Baki turned their heads at the same time, their eyes clearly saying, "Why are you stopping me?"

"Lin is still in her hands. If Lin is accidentally hurt..." Mizuno Yu's words ended there.

Sakura Hanako chimed in, "That's right! I can still help with Yuuki-senpai's injuries, but the most important thing now is to prevent Hayashi-senpai from following in Yuuki-senpai's footsteps!"

The statement that Sakura Hanako and Mizuno Yu, who were hit by the nun's sniper shot when everyone stopped Seishin at Seishin Academy last time, are now full of energy is somewhat believable.

However, both Sakura Hanako and Mizuno Yu were injured while transformed at that time. The magical girl's endurance and recovery ability are far superior to Yuuki Yuuki's in her normal human state.

Even with these considerations, Mizuno Yu and Sakura Hanako are right. Whether it's to save Yuuki Yuki and Sakura Hanako or to handle the aftermath, being blinded by anger is indeed not advisable.

Moreover, during the brief moment they were stopped, the other magical girls were not idle either.

Kuroba Reisei and Hyakki Senyou had already flashed to Seishine's side and started the second round of interference against her.

But the black mist surrounding Saint Shion's body continued to spread, as if it were dyeing the moonlight into a murky black, while Saint Shion herself danced gracefully in the blackness.

"I see."

Seeing this, Helica had no choice but to restrain her strength, shake her hands vigorously, and prepare to rejoin the battle.

"Let's save Lin Jiezi first, right?"

"Ok!"

Nishio Reki agreed, then turned to look at Inuyama Tomoe, who took a deep breath and lunged at Seishin on all fours before beginning to conjure new arrows between his fingers.

The most urgent task is to rescue Yuki Eri and Hayashi Mustard.

But this is no easy feat, as evidenced by how Sheng Shiyin managed to nimbly maneuver among the crowd while holding one girl in each hand.

The black mist, the body, no matter which layer of defense it is, is not so easy to break through.

Moreover, Saint Shion's goal was never to compete with the magical girls.

In a split second, Saint Shion's body suddenly recoiled, causing the wand's sharp edge to strike the solid ground in front of her, while the hand that was holding Saint Shion was lifted up without warning.

By the time the girls realized what she was about to do, it was already too late.

Before Lin Jiezi could even scream, the sharp spikes formed from the mist surrounding Sheng Shiyin's arms pierced straight out of her back.

"Waaah—"

The girl's frail body convulsed in the air, her wildly kicking toes kicking away half of the broken asphalt from the street that Baqi had cleaved, and the pieces rolled a long way on the dilapidated road with a clanging sound.

The glasses that Lin Jiezi had finally found but had been clutching tightly in her hand finally slipped from her fingers. The lenses shattered into a spiderweb pattern when they hit the ground, reflecting her face contorted in agony.

Dark liquid trickled down the mist blade, forming a thin stream beneath the girl, adding specks of color to the dark street.

Then came a deathly silence, with only the torrent of magic still pouring out from the girls' hands, but the attack had weakened considerably.

The girls knew that they were probably doing something in vain. After all, Seishine's mind was not on fighting, but simply defending against the magical girls' attacks as if driving away troublesome children. Meanwhile, she was focused on trying to extract the part of the power that should belong to Yuuki Yukari and Hayashi Mustard.

If Saint Shion were to get serious, she would never be as gentle as she is now.

But with a formidable enemy at hand, the magical girls have no reason to stop. The person who would make them stop is currently being held tightly in the hands of their enemy, as if they can see that person's life slipping away bit by bit.

So all they could do was fight, numbly continue fighting, venting everything they had and everything they could think of on this almost invincible enemy.

However, Saint Shion became more and more courageous in battle, and showed no signs of fatigue even when surrounded by several magical girls.

The black mist seemed to have become even thicker, climbing and entwining around the two girls in her hands as if it were part of Sheng Shiyin's body, turning them into broken puppets.

The mist slowly seeped into the girls' bodies, exploring something within them, while the two girls held by Sheng Shiyin simply hung their heads blankly—there were no screams, no more struggles, only the soft sound of dripping water, as if reminding the girls of some ancient and cruel countdown.

Their time is running out.

……

Yuuki Yuuki felt as if some cold water was flowing into her through the hole in her chest. It wasn't pain, but a slower, more irreversible erosion.

The feeling was strange, like the ashes of a paper crane folded in childhood being licked by flames and scattered, like the feathers sticking out of the pillow where I ate fruit last night, like the soft tongue with sharp barbs of a kitten that roams near the school, like them gently stroking the wound on my chest.

Yuuki Yuki felt as if she had returned to that winter night, where every frosty breath carried tiny ice shards that roamed freely through her veins.

Yuuki Yui heard the screams and roars around her turn into distant whale songs in the deep sea, while she herself continued to sink in the deep sea.

She opened her mouth as if to call out something, but instead exhaled a string of transparent bubbles that burst one after another upon touching the black mist, each bubble trapping a fading starry sky.

The black mist wove a spiderweb at the wound, and with each heartbeat it pulled at the invisible threads, each thread drawing something away from his body.

She saw the world turned upside down in the black fog, and blurry figures twisted into shimmering blocks of color at the edge of her vision, like an oil painting soaked in water, making the scene indistinct.

She saw the pebbles stuck to the soles of her shoes on the summer beach, she saw the red leaves falling beside the shrine in autumn, she saw the steam rising from the cups in the winter café, and she saw the elongated shadows of girls under the cherry blossoms in spring.

She saw the moonlight shatter into shimmering silver sand on her retina, and she saw her own shadow dissolving in the moonlight.

In the moonlight, she even began to forget how to breathe.

Something like a gentle breeze slipped through Yuuki Yuki's fingers—not blood, not flesh, but something lighter and more transparent.

Like the fluffy seeds of a dandelion swept away by the wind, each cluster is stained with half a faded memory. They are being pulled upwards into the void by some kind of gravity, like a meteor shower falling in reverse.

A crisp sound, like paper being slowly torn, reached her eardrums. Yuuki belatedly realized that it wasn't a sound, but rather the snapping of some thread that held her together; what was being torn away was a part of herself.

Yuuki Yukino knew that it was her own soul.

Ah, how amazing!

The feeling of one's soul being pulled from one's own body, like silk being drawn out, is truly wondrous.

I don't need to do anything; I just need to lie here quietly, and the end will come.

I felt neither fear nor pain. Is this what death feels like?

Does falling asleep completely really mean that everything is over?

Unable to answer her own question, Yuuki Yuki just wanted to fall asleep, with the deep sea as her pillow, watching the seasons, embracing her beautiful memories, forgetting all the pain and unhappiness in reality, and accepting her own end.

But is that really a good thing?

Yuuki Yukino still couldn't answer, and could only keep repeating the same thing over and over until her consciousness became even more blurred.

Just as Yuuki Yuki was about to drift off to sleep, she suddenly felt as if someone had gently pushed her from behind.

Yuuki Yukino could feel herself rising because of that gentle push, and she was getting closer to that real world.

The answer to that question began to become increasingly clear.

Is that all?

No, of course not!

There are still things I haven't finished, answers I haven't given, and so many companions I haven't properly said goodbye to. How can I just sink into despair like this?

Even if you fail, you should give it your all before making any decisions!

The scenes that kept flashing before Yuuki Yukino's eyes suddenly began to recede rapidly like a tide, turning into phantoms that could no longer be found, as Yuuki Yukino's consciousness returned.

The faint light shining through her eyes revealed the world to Yuuki Yuuki—ruined streets, magical girls fighting, and seemingly endless darkness.

Pain, saltiness, weakness, numbness—all sorts of unpleasant sensations returned to Yuuki Yukino's body.

But this is the correct way; only the ability to feel pain is proof of being alive.

Perhaps it was instinct, but Yuuki Yuki knew that this was the right thing to do.

She raised her hand and suddenly grabbed the cloud of black mist, seizing Sheng Shiyin's wrist.

In her hands, she still tightly grasped her own soul.

Chapter 233 Use Your Brain!

boom.

Yuuki Yukino silently grabbed Seishin's wrist, which was holding her by the collar.

Such an inconspicuous action was more dazzling than thunder in the sky, and more inspiring than any rousing pre-battle speech.

Just as Yuuki Yuuki often said, any small change on the battlefield can become a turning point.

The awakening of Yuuki Yuki, the bond between magical girls in various senses, gives it even more extraordinary significance.

"Xiao Yuan! Are you alright!" Ba Qi immediately shouted, and her attack on Sheng Shiyin became even more powerful.

"I... Ugh, pfft!"

Just as Yuuki was about to answer, what came out of her mouth was not her own voice, but a mouthful of blood that surged from her throat, the salty, fishy, ​​and nauseating taste immediately filling her mouth.

A series of exclamations immediately rang out from the surroundings, but they were insignificant amidst the roar of magic.

Although Yuuki Yui successfully regained her consciousness through some method, the injuries she suffered did not heal with the return of consciousness. It was already a miracle that she did not faint again from the pain.

Yuuki Yukino herself knew it, and so did everyone else.

Amidst the pain, Yuuki Enishi also noticed some seemingly insignificant but potentially useful little details.

The blood that Yuuki Yukino spat out was completely blocked by the black mist that transformed into a small umbrella in front of Seishin. It seemed that Seishin couldn't distinguish what constituted a real attack and what was merely an obstacle.

Perhaps to Seishin, the magical girls' all-out attack and Yuuki Yuuki's casual spit were no different.

Tsk, if you think about it that way, this guy is really arrogant.

In other words, the current Saint Shion is no different from the previous Lin Jiezi; they are both monsters who act on instinct.