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

The cloned Disaster Dragon immediately intensified its efforts, concentrating all its corrupt magic power into its breath!

Magic kept overflowing from the dragon claws, even pushing them away and grazing right past his head!

The dragon's right horn was almost knocked off by this breath, half of its face was exposed, blood was flowing, and its pupils were stained with a little blood red.

But there was no pain or anger in Jiang Si's eyes.

Only pure joy!

Then a ferocity several times stronger than the calamity beast surged forth!

With its claws pressed down on the breath again, it smashed into the clone of the Disaster Dragon in mid-air like a meteor, propelled by the breath!

When the cloned Disaster Dragon crashed to the ground, the massive shockwave destroyed the surrounding ruins. Stones, dust, and glass flew everywhere. The cloned Disaster Dragon struggled, trying to fly off the ground, but it was clearly too late.

A meteor crashed down from the sky and struck it!

The cloned Calamity Dragon let out a shrill scream. When it looked up, the original Calamity Dragon, whose scales were even beginning to fall off, was standing on its body, its half-dragon, half-human pupils staring at it.

The overwhelming aura of savagery even made the cloned Disaster Dragon tremble.

"Breath, that's not how it's used."

Jiang Si reached out and grabbed the dragon's head, her left hand gripping the upper jaw and her right hand pressing down on the lower jaw.

They forcibly pried open its dragon mouth.

"I'll teach you."

The scales on the dragon's claws were constantly falling off, revealing the hands of a young boy. His small arms possessed immense strength, desperately holding up the dragon's mouth and preventing it from closing!

Then, a massive amount of magic power erupted from his body, and the Calamity Dragon Carapace emitted boundless blue light due to the frenzied power. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, it seemed as if a dragon-shaped holy statue was coiled in the blue rain curtain behind him.

Jiang Si opened the dragon's mouth, and dark magic and lightning gathered in it, instantly cutting off the rain curtain as if it were being swallowed by an even larger dragon's mouth.

The heavy dragon breath absorbed everything around it, creating a vacuum.

Then, aiming at the dragon's mouth that he had pried open, he bent down and sprayed the filthy magic into it at extremely close range!

The terrifying magic once again blasted the ground downwards, causing it to collapse!

Magic mixed with lightning poured into the mouth of the cloned Disaster Dragon, but it did not pierce its head. Instead, it caused the cloned Disaster Dragon's body to expand and expand.

Finally, it burst open like a balloon!

A huge mushroom cloud rose over the North Sea.

Immediately, the entire Beihai Lake sank.

You can even hear the sound of a mirror breaking.

Jiang Si jumped out of the huge pit, watching the clone of the Disaster Dragon gradually disappear, and continuously absorbed the filthy magic power dissipating from the surroundings.

The dragon's scales, which were on the verge of collapse, gradually recovered under the repair of the corrupted magic.

Jiang Sike has no intention of reverting to her transformation.

Who knows if the ability to drag people into memories within the remnants of the mind is still useful.

Moreover, it's unknown whether the calamity beasts will reappear.

As Jiang Si adjusted herself to her best state, the sound of shattering glass around her became clearer and clearer.

When the final sound of shattering glass rang out.

Jiang Si clearly felt her surroundings begin to shatter, and then the space seemed to fall apart like pieces of glass.

However, he stood in the middle, completely unaffected.

Once everything returned to calm, they discovered that the surrounding city had been reduced to ruins.

Beihai has returned to its usual state.

Skyscrapers, streets, and schools—all the buildings that had been destroyed by his breath—were restored.

He walked around to confirm that these places were not hallucinations.

There was no trace of the calamity beast in the surrounding area.

"You're still alive?"

Hearing the surprised voice, Jiang Si turned his head to look, and saw An Shiyu looking at him with disbelief.

"The mirror beasts there should be enough to kill the Blooming Magical Girl... Wait, how did you get out of the memory world that was about to become reality before that, and what's with your posture..."

With a casual flick of its tail, the attack passed right through.

As expected, it wasn't a physical entity.

"Wow, what are you doing? We're not enemies!"

Jiang Si flicked her dragon tail, watching the other party warily. "Who are you? Was the illusion just now related to you?"

"No, aren't you acquaintances?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. This should be the first time we've met."

An Shiyu rubbed her forehead. "How could this be? She clearly remembered that it was someone she knew..."

What do you want to do?

"Of course, the problem is with your side. We came over to check it out."

An Shiyu stuck out her tongue, "We care about you!"

"You're not a real girl, are you?"

"Huh?" An Shiyu was taken aback. "How did you figure that out?"

The dragon's voice was deep and somber. "Girls in real life don't stick their tongues out."

The online article says that girls who stick out their tongues and act cute only exist in fantasy.

"...I just like sticking my tongue out, so what?"

As An Shiyu spoke, she kept sticking out her tongue, "I'm spitting, I'm spitting, ptooey ptooey..."

Jiang Si fell into deep thought for a moment.

dummy.

"Logically speaking, you should have passed the test, but there are too many unreasonable aspects."

An Shiyu suddenly looked at Jiang Si with a solemn gaze, which even made Jiang Si feel a bit of pressure. "This mental image fragment will allow everyone to enter their memories and make a choice, but everyone should only have one chance."

"Not only did you enter the world of your memories twice, but you were also able to leave unscathed. This is truly unprecedented. Why can your memories affect the mental image remnant space?"

Jiang Si looked at her coldly, "I'm the one who wants to ask you that."

"Why did my mother actually appear there?"

Chapter 132: I Can't Tell Anymore (5000 words, please vote)

Qingluan looked at the approaching calamity beast.

It was a wild wolf, as tall as two people, and the army in front was being rapidly destroyed by the monstrous beast.

Her cat was huddled under a small table, trembling with fear.

Today, because she did well on her exam, she insisted that her mother take her out for a nice meal.

Then, while I was having a cold drink here, I was suddenly attacked by a monster...

Next, I'm going to rescue the cat.

"Are we really going to rescue the cat?"

A voice asked her, "Your mother is still looking for you if you go to rescue the cat..."

Mom will die.

For some reason, some strange memories surfaced in my mind.

The mother was killed by the monster in an attempt to protect herself.

The father, enraged by his mother's death, beat himself and stomped on the cat to death.

She kept backing away.

"But didn't you want to save your predecessor?"

The voice continued, "If you don't go here, you'll never know about the magical girls, and your senior will never awaken. Is that alright?"

The blue phoenix stopped again.

No, this isn't reality.

No, I must have been swallowed up by the remnants of my mental image.

This is the remnant of a mental image!

She quickly regained her memory, and although she was a little confused, Qingluan quickly understood what she needed to do.

Reality is reality, and it cannot be changed.

So, I must go and save the cat, and then, kill my mother...

"Xiao Qing!"

Her mother called out anxiously from behind, and Qingluan, who was originally going back to find the cat, stopped in her tracks at the sound of her call.

I don't want to look back.

Once you turn back, there will be no more chances...

"Xiao Qing!"

But that call, I missed it so much.

No other words were needed; simply calling her by her nickname was enough to make Qingluan's tears fall uncontrollably.

The sound was flawless, and it even evoked her memories.

She had almost forgotten what her mother's voice sounded like.

It wasn't a recording, nor was it the distorted sound from television; it was real sound, transmitted to my ears through air vibrations.