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

"Alright, in the next life, don't say things like that!" Sheng Shiyin was almost crying: "If you keep talking nonsense, I really will change my mind!"

"Owner……"

As she brandished her scythe, which was burning with white flames, she haphazardly flung her magic power as if venting her frustration. Any of her familiars that came into contact with the flames, which symbolized the power of death, would wail and rapidly weaken.

“Listen! Listen! I know you care about me! I know! I've done things to you too… No! Not that! I've been doing the wrong things all along! All along! All along! Do you understand? Now I have the opportunity to realize my own value, and I know it might be a pointless sacrifice! I know all that! But! I just want to do it! I just don't want to keep making the same mistakes until the end! Do you understand?!”

However, the number of those who fell due to Saint Shion's attack was negligible. Most of the weaker followers had already been wiped out in the combined attack of the Holy Sisters, and the remaining opponents were not ones that Saint Shion could easily defeat.

Kuroba Laishi remained silent, but the runic greatsword left numerous wounds of varying sizes on the surrounding familiars.

She glanced in the direction of Saint Shiyin, then lowered her head.

Kuroba Laisei didn't consider herself a good person, and she had no intention of atonement.

But that doesn't mean she won't do her part for so-called "justice".

Once upon a time, she was also a "righteous" magical girl.

Since it's my master, since Sheng Shiyin wants to do it, I'll accompany her and be a hypocritical hero of justice once again.

"I understand."

Seishion reached out her hand and silently took the hand of Genji Mashiro, as if this was her final response.

Saint Shion released her other hand, the one that had been holding the sickle.

The burning sickle slipped from his hand and floated in mid-air.

The flames on the scythe intensified, and in an instant, only a burning giant blade remained. As if guided by some force, it floated in front of the rune-engraved greatsword of the Black Feather Reincarnation.

The giant blade was embedded in the greatsword, merging the two wands into one. The two girls simultaneously grasped the hilt of the greatsword and raised the brand-new greatsword high above their heads.

The flames ignited the runes on the greatsword, and the towering flames made the wand they were holding together seem to grow several times larger.

A ring of black light patterns spread out from around the girls like ripples on the surface of water, followed by black ripples. The interweaving of black and white created a brand new inscription that no one had ever seen before.

The evening bells rang above the girls' heads, as if announcing the death of a name, as if foreshadowing the coming to an end of a story.

The girls chanted in unison, pushing this final dance to its next climax.

"Paradise Restoration!"

A sword was swung silently from the girls' hands, leaving a trail across the sky above the entire city, as if a hand had gently caressed it.

At that moment, the entire city seemed to freeze into a black and white photograph, and the burning giant sword quietly shattered with the swing of that sword.

The wand named after the fallen angel and the wand named after the dying angel, both wands displayed their maximum power at the same time. Two wings, one black and one white, stretched out from behind the girls, shaking off the black and white feathers that flew in reverse.

Chapter 307 The Final Room of a High-Difficulty Action Game

Two-colored feathers fell from the sky, like a sudden dark cloud or a gentle rain.

The raindrops swept across the earth and then stopped in an instant. The frozen black and white photograph was restored to color and the story continued to unfold, while the wings behind the two girls were constantly turning into specks of light and dissipating into the empty sky.

The last feather landed on their toes, carrying their weight and gently carrying them back to the solid ground where the wingless people should have lived.

The bodies of the companions affected by this ripple developed tiny, almost imperceptible cracks, which, as the two landed, offered their lives as a grand display of fireworks.

The path that had been completely blocked for the girls suddenly became a smooth road—perhaps not so smooth, but at least it didn't completely extinguish their hope of moving forward.

So far, most of the enemies have been eliminated.

But this was absolutely no reason for the girls to be secretly pleased. Just as they were girls who had stayed until the very last moment, there were still a few of their companions holding their positions.

Kou Mori, Hyakki Senyu, Mizuno Yu, Tenrai Herika, Inuyama Tomoe, Nishio Reki.

Without exception, all of them who have made it this far are among the best magical girls. Even Sakura Hanako, who is perched on the giant moon bow controlled by Mizuno Yu, does not have that much combat power, but her support abilities are absolutely the best among the magical girls of Tsukimi City.

The same was true for the few familiars on the other side; their ability to survive the girls' repeated attacks to the end speaks volumes about their strength.

Perhaps "survived" is not the right word; although the attacks were strong, they were not enough to threaten their lives.

In fact, from the moment Nishio Reki rose from the ground and soared into the sky, to the successive exits of Miyashita Mia and Tsukimi Rie, to the final dance of the nuns, and the final sword strike by Saint Shion and Kuroba Rebirth, only a hundred seconds had passed.

But each moment felt incredibly long to the girls. These mere hundred seconds made them feel even more exhausted than during the previous battles.

And every moment that follows will inevitably be as precious as a drop of water squeezed from a sponge.

"Stop standing there, speed up!"

Helica's urging sounded from behind, as if giving the girls a boost. The magical girls, who were already quite fast, urged their magic to propel their bodies forward at their maximum speed to attack the next line of defense.

In fact, it shouldn't be called a defensive line at all; there were only a few strange-looking retinues. But these few solitary and unusual monsters stood like an insurmountable wall in front of the girls.

There was no need for a starting pistol; the moment the girls and those special relatives crossed paths, the flames of war, which had never been extinguished, were reignited once again.

Claws, long tails, scales, mud... these things, which are almost impossible to summarize in a single word, met the girls' wands—the powerful attacks they could unleash.

The sounds of explosions, clanging, and muffled thuds, like fists pounding on a sponge, blended into a noise that was neither pleasant to listen to nor appreciated by anyone. When combined with the intense, heart-pounding drumbeats, it served no purpose other than to annoy people.

It's certainly frustrating to be unable to break through a barrier for a long time, isn't it?

"If we follow the traditional development in manga, we should take turns using all our strength to try to get our sister to Yuuki Yuuki's side, and finally succeed after everyone makes terrible sacrifices."

Hyakki Senyou uttered these words out of the blue, and the girl dancing in the mist that symbolized death gave her words a completely different meaning.

The immense weight of sacrifice, when uttered by her, seemed as light as the mist that might dissipate at any moment around her.

However, the weight of these words was not so great. With such a casual manner, she fully demonstrated her determination to stake everything. She didn't even need to wait for Hong Moli to make any decision first; Bai Gui Qianyou had already made up her mind.

This usually quiet girl is not as calm as she appears on the surface; she has her own thoughts, her own convictions, and things she is willing to work hard for.

Even other magical girls can see things perfectly clearly, so there's absolutely no way that Koumori, as Hyakki Senyu's lover, wouldn't be able to read them.

"Ah, yes, that's according to the development of the manga, but, Qianyou, the world we live in isn't like a manga. It's not as dark as a manga, nor as beautiful. We just live in the present, in this imperfect world that we're captivated by..."

"Since we're not living in a comic book world, let's focus on fighting! Stop spouting those weird, pretentious lines about sacrificing ourselves!"

Herlica gritted her teeth, her face flushed red, and barely managed to force the black humanoid holding the scepter back. Then, she swung her axe and sliced ​​off the black humanoid's hand that was gripping the scepter, along with half of its shoulder, as if cutting through putty. Black liquid immediately splattered all over Herlica.

Hong Moli blushed, puffed out her cheeks awkwardly, and then sighed as if relieved.

"That's right, all that nonsense about sacrificing the past. I don't have any exaggerated abilities like Kuroba Reisei and Seishine. All I can do is fight with all my might, just like I always have!"

Blood splattered around Hong Moli like a shadow. The circular blood blade, almost as tall as Hong Moli, cut through everything in sight like a chainsaw in the most frenzied and brutal way.

Amidst the spray of black and red blood from the monsters and the fluff of blood that mingled with Hong Moli's movements, the blonde girl's bright red eyes stood out, appearing both dazzling and chilling.

"Mari, you're right."

Hyakki Chiyu responded with a seemingly emotionless reply.

"But I want to hear you finish."

"What...what should I say...how could I possibly say such shameful things!" Hongmo stammered, seemingly for the first time showing such panic in front of others.

"Mari...I want to hear what you have to say."

Mari's embarrassed expression lingered for a long time, but it was slowly and naturally concealed by Qianyou's words.

"Because we live in reality, what awaits us is not necessarily an irreparable sacrifice. I hope it will be a grand triumph."

Mari's long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring her eyes, but a knowing smile inadvertently appeared on her face.

"We will rewrite this story, which is destined to have an imperfect ending, into the way everyone hopes."

"Pfft..." Inuyama Tomoe covered her mouth with one hand using her long sleeve, but the curve of her eyes couldn't hide her smirking face at all: "How embarrassing."

"Aaaaaah!" Hong Moli had already lost enough face, so she didn't care about ruining her image any further. The blood-red ring saw responded to her shame and shredded the long-resisting familiar into a pulp. "Big sister! Please stop making fun of me! I'm already so ashamed! I'm already so ashamed!"

"puff."

A softer, more subtle laugh came from closer to Hong Moli.

Hyakki Chiyu's lips curled up a few pixels, but Hong Moli could tell that she was smiling.

Hong Moli felt a little wronged: "Qian You, why are you making fun of me too?"

"I'm a little happy."

"Happy... what's there to be happy about!"

"We'll tell Mori after we rewrite this story."

"Isn't this one of those dangerous death flags?! Don't say things like that!"

“Even if it’s a flag, Mori will remove it for me.” Hyakki Chiyu retreated a few meters like a ghost, raising the dagger in her hand: “Besides, death is my closest friend besides Mori.”

Hyakki Senyou simply raised the magic wand in her hand, which was nothing more than that in the eyes of the girls.

But from the dagger in her hand, which conveyed nothing, the girls all felt a deathly aura that sent shivers down their spines.

It wasn't a brutal killing intent, but rather a deathly intent that seemed to reduce everything to nothingness.

Although both Seishion and Hyakki Senyou's abilities are related to death, they are completely different things.

The power of hymns is more like a divine punishment that pronounces death, a purification of the souls of sinners, and an elevation of the lives of believers.

However, the ability of Hyakki Senyou is even purer; it is simply death.

Magnificent, humble, grand, ordinary...

Pain, peace, reluctance, relief...

Everything is equal before death. Death erases everything that belonged to the human world and sends the soul, stripped bare of everything, to the underworld.

The blades in Hyakki Chiyuu's hands also turned into nothingness as mist. Then, the mist disappeared, leaving only the girl's soft murmur, as if she were talking to herself.

"The thunder and drums have all fallen silent, the zither wind has ceased. The towering cliffs are broken, and a thousand bodies are adrift."

"The dream is about to end, the sky is desolate. The three paths are barren, and the journey back to the Yellow Springs is over."

Within those relatives, it was as if a taut thread snapped.

Their bodies slumped down, limp and lifeless.

Death is ever-present; it arrives suddenly and quietly without a grand finale.

"Big sister! Now! Please!"

This sentence was shouted by Hong Moli on behalf of Bai Gui Qian You.

When Inuyama Tomoe was called, she was taken aback at first, but then she understood Koumori's signal.

"Gleipnir".

The chains binding Fenrir spread out from beneath Baki, but their target was not the enemies still present around them, but rather Helica Tenrai and Nishio Reki beside her.