Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

However, just having it here is enough to be an eyesore.

"For the past three years, I have been considering how to make Jiang Mingshi aware of my Qingyun Sect."

Bai Mei took a step forward and suddenly drew her sword.

The sword flashed brilliantly!

"How can we make Jiang Mingshi submit to my Qingyun Sect?"

The leather factory in front of them collapsed and exploded amidst the flash of swords!

Amidst the sword light, the twins faintly heard a shrill roar.

The twins heard the witch's transformation voice, and filthy magic gathered from all directions, mending the mutilated corpse.

One of the abilities of a complete witch is that, due to her high degree of integration with the corrupt magic, even if she is cut into pieces, she can repair all external injuries as long as she transforms.

The downside is that if you don't have enough magic power, the transformation will fail.

Magical girls actually have corresponding mechanisms. There have even been magical girls who were shot in the head before transforming, but with a little bit of consciousness at the last moment, they awakened the power of the Miracle Seed and completed the transformation to repair their fatal wound.

Moreover, unlike witches who require corrupted magic, magical girls' miracles do not consume magic power and thus do not reduce combat strength.

Of course, the downside is that it's unstable. Most fatal wounds can be healed by miracles, but some disabilities or serious illnesses cannot. This is one of the important topics in the Magical Girl Research Institute.

When the old woman flew up from the ruins of the leather factory, the twins realized that she was not a complete witch.

There was simply enough corrupted magic power, which was used to repair the injuries.

But what's the price?

The large amount of unclean magic caused mental instability in the other party.

They've gone completely mad.

Impure magic is not a very useful thing. Apart from complete witches who have been experimenting on it since childhood, ordinary people who use impure magic will commit suicide if they exceed a certain limit.

It's obvious that the old hag in front of us is in this stage.

Twins love watching this kind of drama.

"Qingyun Sect! Qingyun Sect's magical girls! You deserve to die, die, die!"

Yes, yes, that's it. He's delirious and talking nonsense. That's exactly what I want to see.

"Give me back my son's life!"

Keep going, keep going~ Let me hear you scream a couple more times. Twins love to hear the wails of madmen immersed in filthy magic.

This is the expression I've always wanted to see—this confused and frantic way of throwing magic around, this disoriented and anxious look.

This is the witch she wanted to see!

The twins wished they could pull up a small stool, grab some peanuts and melon seeds, and watch from the sidelines.

She's so anxious, haha.

"Give me back my son..."

A powerful sword aura exploded from the old hag's body!

The thick, foul magic power, under Bai Mei's strangely sharp sword energy, was like tofu, or as thin as paper, instantly shattered into pieces.

Human flesh and blood were also splattered everywhere!

Qianjing quickly hid behind her teacher, the torrent of foul magic power being blocked by the sword energy.

Only the twins, splashed with filthy magic, could no longer laugh.

"Senior Sister, I just changed my clothes!"

Turning her head, she saw blood trickling from Bai Mei's lips, and a tear falling from the corner of her eye.

The twins didn't dare say too much.

Wow, why are you crying for that old hag? Is Senior Sister really that sentimental?

After coughing violently twice, Bai Mei lowered her head and covered her mouth.

I sprayed some eye drops on myself again.

Although using the turkey noodle sauce was somewhat painful before, she found that the effect of making her cry was quite good.

It further highlights the style of sword cultivators.

But she didn't dare eat the turkey noodle sauce anymore, so she had ketchup in one hand and eye drops in the other.

Although the process is a bit complicated, it's not difficult for Bai Mei after practicing it a dozen times.

She took a deep breath, her expression serious:

"Only when he intervened in the most critical moment did Jiang Mingshi realize the greatness of my Qingyun Sect and take the initiative to submit to my Qingyun Sect."

"Let the name of the Qingyun Sect resound throughout Jiang Ming!"

……

"Leave Boss Red Serpent to us!"

Inside the dark warehouse, the bald man, who had just finished a meeting with Chi Lian and the others, turned off the crystal ball.

His previously arrogant face quickly turned into a tearful expression. "That's it, that's it. Your teacher is probably still looking for other strongholds of the Witch Society. This is the latest information I can get!"

Not far in front of him was a magical girl holding a submachine gun.

Although it looks ridiculous, and other members of the Witches' Guild would probably scoff at it.

After all, the effect of modern firearms on the power of contamination can only be described as tragic.

It is practically impossible to penetrate the defenses of the corrupted magic.

Even biological weapons are powerless against corrupted magic.

The bald man initially thought the same thing, but then this guy who called himself a magical girl swordsmith shot him twice and brought him back to his senses.

Blood was flowing from her right leg; the bullet wound hadn't healed yet. The bullet had been expelled by corrupted magic, but the wound was still imbued with the magical girl's pure magic and wouldn't disappear. Using corrupted magic to heal it would cause even greater damage.

High frequency, high damage, penetrating, and damage-attaching effects...

Even if a magical girl can use a gun and imbue the bullets with her own magic, it will only react with the corrupted magic, at most causing a larger impact, but it is difficult to penetrate.

Attaching magic to flesh and blood is almost impossible, as pure magic will quickly disappear in normal flesh and blood.

The bullets from this submachine gun have both penetrating and damaging effects, which should be a unique ability of the magical girl swordsmith in front of us...

"What I want is the teacher's specific location!"

The swordsmith was very tall, nearly 1.6 meters, making her stand out among the magical girls.

Her fiery red hair was tied in a ponytail, and her pupils were also crimson, but her demonic outfit was dark green. The unusual color combination of bright red and green seemed surprisingly harmonious, but her eyes and brows were full of anger.

It was as if fire was spitting from her mouth when she spoke, "Don't try to fool me!"

As he spoke, he raised his submachine gun and fired a burst of shots into the warehouse.

The bald man curled up in a ball, clutching his head, and cried, "I don't know! I really don't know! Grandma, please forgive me!"

He groaned twice as he spoke, and then got shot again.

Although it didn't hit any vital organs, he won't die.

But it really hurts!

After venting her anger for a while, the submachine gun ran out of bullets, and the magical girl who called herself a swordsmith finally calmed down.

A cold glint flashed in the bald man's eyes.

good chance!

He suddenly drew upon the magic power within the Seed of Lamentation, tensing his entire body to gather strength!

Since he joined the Witches' Guild later, he wasn't very skilled at using magic.

But at such close range, as long as I can get close, I have an absolute advantage in close combat!

The enemy is reloading their submachine gun, which is the perfect opportunity to counterattack!

With a single step, he instantly covered a distance of nearly thirty or forty meters, which reverberated throughout the huge warehouse.

In an instant, the face that had been filled with fear and weakness turned fierce and cruel!

The swordsmith casually tossed the submachine gun to the ground and pulled out an assault rifle from behind him.

The bald man instantly slid to his knees, his previously ferocious eyes becoming clear and pitiful as he watched the swordsmith's dark gun barrel draw closer and closer.

The muzzle of the rifle almost went into his mouth before his body stopped sliding.

"What?"

"I'm afraid you can't hear me," the bald man said with an embarrassed smile. "Come closer so I can report to you."

"Which base will the teacher go to next?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure about that either, but I can take you to see other outposts."

The swordsmith then fired a shot directly into the bald man's leg, before pressing the red-hot muzzle against the man's forehead, his tone volatile: "You don't think I don't know what you're thinking, do you!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Just as the bald man was about to cry, the warehouse door was kicked open with a loud bang!

The massive iron gate slammed into the opposite wall dozens of meters away with a loud crash before falling into the debris in the distance.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the boy who walked in from outside the door.

He was wearing a fox mask, probably bought from some roadside stall; it was tattered and looked rather comical.

"Are there any members of the Witch's Guild here? I've searched everywhere and can't find a single person. What kind of company do you run?"

Although the swordsmith had a bad temper, he still looked at the other person and asked, "What do you want?"

"The current Holy Church official has long admired the Witches' Guild and intends to join it to serve the Witches' Guild and defeat the magical girls."

The bald man's expression froze upon hearing this, and he immediately glanced at the swordsmith.

Sure enough, the other person's eyes immediately flashed with rage. He kicked him aside, raised his gun, and aimed it at him. "What kind of bullshit Sanctuary is this? You're so young and already learning bad things! You want to join the Witch's Guild?! I'll break your legs for your parents!"

"I am Bloodhand Demon Slayer, Jiang Demon Slayer." The young man cupped his hands in greeting. "May I ask your name?"