Sister Rescue Plan

The earth beneath her feet trembled violently. Outside, the witch's body convulsed wildly, as if a fishbone had been stuck in her throat, and that fishbone was continuing to go deeper, ravaging her throat.

Izayoi Mirai was also troubled. He didn't seem to have any powerful moves that could be used as a trump card to kill someone instantly. The witch's body was so huge that trying to destroy it step by step from the inside was as ridiculous as trying to stir up a big vat with a toothpick.

The only thing we can do is try to find out what the weakness is.

He dragged the spear with one hand and casually chose a direction to move forward.

The reason for choosing this direction is simple: the stronger the curse and malice, the greater its importance to the witch. Such a powerful witch has no need to hide her Grief Seed, and what Izayoi Mirai needs to do is find it and then break it!

Having traveled for an unknown amount of time inside the witch's belly, Izayoi Mirai felt the air growing increasingly murky, giving him a suffocating sensation. The magical energy he inhaled was also extremely turbid, and the Pure Flame burned almost constantly to ensure that his heart was not corrupted.

However, the orange and bright red colors that he had separated and made distinct began to merge again. The vibrant colors continued to expand, and the violence in his heart grew stronger. All sorts of trivial matters from the past flowed through his mind, and details that he usually didn't care about now made him furious.

He suppressed his anger and finally reached the end, where countless witches dwelled in a place of bulging muscles and dense hair, and a bright mirror hung high above them.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Despair Spreads Like a Plague

what is that?

Izayoi Mirai looked up at the mirror above her head. With so many witches protecting it, it must be something important, right?

A sharp laugh, like that of a night owl, rang out, like a whirlwind sweeping through the forest, causing the trees to churn, leaves to flutter, and branches to break. The layers of sound waves seemed to have a tangible presence, stirring up a massive storm.

The witches rushed down, their dark shadows obscuring the fluorescent light, a vast, oppressive mass, as if the heavens and earth had collapsed, and an inky river of light cascading down from the sky.

In this seemingly overwhelming black torrent, a spark ignited, followed by a burst of crimson lotus blossoms. Blazing flames shot into the sky, and charred bodies fell one after another, yet they continued to advance, like moths drawn to a flame, filling the light and fire with their own bodies.

Amidst the firelight, a Buddha appeared, glaring fiercely, brandishing a long spear like a fluttering banner.

The ferocious monsters charged towards him, propelled by the pile of corpses. His spear was blocked, and his sharp claws and teeth touched his golden body, but only scratched the surface, as if hitting solid stone, and his long nails broke.

Like a whale sucking in water, the flames and air were drawn into its belly, and the Fudo Myo-o on its body became even more vivid, as if it was about to come to life and jump off its back.

He sheathed his spear, his arms sweeping across like iron rods, material matter coalescing into a blade, wiping away all the demons and monsters around him, and he uttered a low growl:

Those who hear my name will abandon evil and cultivate goodness!

Amidst the crackling sounds, the blood mist was scorched dry by the flames as soon as it was sprayed out. In the flames, Yoyo Mirai's body was clean and clear, like glass, clearly distinct from the surrounding filth.

Two longswords appeared in his hands, and with a casual slash, two lines of blood appeared. The coat with the flight spell drawn on it had been burned, but this did not stop Youxiao Future.

He crouched slightly, his spine pressing down inch by inch, his whole body like a bow stretched to its limit, and then—

Charge!

He slammed his legs into the ground, creating a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks. Under the constant nurturing of the Vajra Realm Mandala, his physical strength had reached a new level. Overturning a large truck with his bare hands was no problem for him, but more importantly...

This technique can further enhance this power, making him stronger, faster, and more resilient.

The witch's torrent continued to crash against him, making him appear incredibly small.

The two witches in front of him were cleaved in two, which made his body pause and slowed down the momentum of the impact. But that was nothing. He had no shortage of such monsters around him.

He placed one foot on the back of a witch that resembled a swallow in flight, and once again gathered his power to ascend into the sky.

The sharp claws left him covered in blood and gore.

[Not afraid]

A stillness barrier spread from his body, and the witches within a foot of him stopped moving. He climbed up the stairs swiftly and rapidly.

The mirror is right in front of you.

He laughed, watching the witches rushing over, and threw the knife in his hand.

The air was torn apart with a sharp screech, and a bright red line of fire flashed like a shooting star, piercing straight into the mirror. The flames that had been contained within the blade exploded, shattering the mirror into a million cracks right before his eyes.

An incredibly powerful magical force, along with the malevolent curse, erupted in mid-air, splitting into different parts that escaped, while the most powerful part remained in front of Izayoi Mirai.

The magical energy gradually took shape in front of Youxiao Mirai, with purple hair, silver eyes, and a handsome appearance, holding a long spear.

"What the hell is this?" Izayoi Mirai looked at the person in front of her who looked exactly like her and raised an eyebrow. "An imposter?"

He roughly understood the meaning of that mirror.

"Who is the imposter?"

The imposter "Izayoi Mirai" smiled, holding guns in both hands as he swooped down toward Izayoi Mirai, his pupils filled with the purest killing intent.

The one that died was the imposter.

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"Tiro Finale!"

Mami Tomoe, carrying a gun thicker than her waist, watched as the witch she had blasted to pieces. At that moment, the Snack Witch, who had been following behind her, handed her a Seed of Lamentation.

The Soul Gem became clear again, and Mami Tomoe sighed with satisfaction. In the past, due to her own beliefs, she did not have many Grief Seeds. Fighting witches required careful calculation to minimize the consumption of magic power, so as not to make the Soul Gem too turbid.

Now you don't have to worry about these things anymore. If it were your old self, you definitely wouldn't believe that there was such an unbelievable way to cooperate with a witch, right?

Moreover, she values ​​the underlying meaning even more.

She has allies to fight alongside her, though for now she's only with a witch; elsewhere in this barrier, there are others fighting alongside her.

"How wonderful!"

She thought that it would be perfect to have a cup of black tea right now.

Would you like a cup of black tea?

A soft voice sounded, and a barrier grew like vines, enveloping Mami Tomoe. A petite witch appeared before Mami Tomoe.

It was a rather cozy room, with black tea and cake on the table. The witch, dressed in bright yellow, sat in front of Mami Tomoe, with ribbons extending from her body.

She took off her round hat, revealing a face identical to hers. Under Mami's horrified gaze, she smiled and said, "What's wrong? You look surprised? Another me."

……

The candles were lit, and an army of monsters with dragon heads and that breathed fire formed a barrier in front of Sakura Kyoko. A girl with a similarly crimson face looked down at Sakura Kyoko, holding a long spear horizontally in her hand. She swung it around playfully, and it made a whooshing sound.

Several clones appeared behind her, lined up in a row, their identical faces bearing the same wicked smiles, their voices overlapping:

"Come on, you defective product."

……

Homura Akemi is trapped by the Witch of Time, who spits out records and keeps spinning an hourglass. Ren Araki encounters a monk with a troubled expression. Even Medea, who is dealing with the Witch, is met with an identical "self." The only difference is that the imposter's mouth reveals two rows of sharp teeth.

This is the true face of the Mirror Witch who caused the Witch's Night. That mirror can reflect the darkest emotions in people's hearts. In magical girls, it is the manifestation of witches, which is also the source of so many witches here.

These magical girls, whose very being is shrouded in Kyubey's magic, are bound to break down once they come into contact with the truth. Even if they manage to pull through, they might not be able to defeat their witch-ified selves.

Thus, the witches within this barrier grew larger and larger like a snowball, and the increasing number of witches brought even more despair and curses to the barrier, like rotting corpses nourishing the soil.

The Witch's Night, a term originating from Druid but associated with the devil, a devil's carnival, spread like a plague.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Divine Retribution for the Scumbag

The two spears clashed, and a tangible storm erupted from the two of them. The fleshy ground was scraped away in several layers, revealing a bone-like texture underneath, like a gladiatorial arena that had been prepared long ago.

Countless witches floated in the air like bats, surrounding the arena in layers, like spectators cheering for the gladiators challenging the beasts below. They hoped the warriors would be devoured by the wild beasts and become one of them.

Izayoi Mirai was covered in blood. He didn't know how the mirror had done it. Not only did it look similar, it was practically another copy of him with all his skills. The only exception was Vajradhatu Mandala. As a witch born from despair, she seemed powerless against one of the highest crystallizations of Tantric Buddhism, but he did not have the upper hand.

The opponent already possessed enhanced physical abilities. Although he lacked the Vajra Mandala, he seemed to be guided to unleash another power, brimming with killing intent yet somehow resonating with the future Youxiao. They seemed to share the same origin, and the opponent was extremely skilled in warfare, forcing him into a series of defeats.

This is probably what they mean by "fan fiction driving official works to their doom."

More importantly, the fake could squander magic at will. Whenever he felt his magic was insufficient, he would beckon a witch to come down, pierce her body, and crush the Seed of Sorrow.

The turbid magic was absorbed directly without being refined, and the bright flames behind him became even deeper, like congealed blood. That was the future talent of Yushou, which seemed to have taken a step further under the catalysis of the alien magic, and completely absorbed the power of the witch.

Yushou Mirai had to be grateful that she didn't have a powerful move like Shinra Tensei, because even if the fake opponent replenished its mana, it wouldn't be able to kill her in one hit.

But how exactly do I defeat him?

"Give up the struggle," the imposter with the exact same face said. "I am a born warrior, and you cannot defeat me if you possess equal skills."

Yuuyo Mirai pursed her lips. He was indeed at a disadvantage and needed time to think about how to break the deadlock: "Not much skill, but quite the big mouth. How about we exchange three blows and see who lasts longer? I'll go first."

"What's the use of just talking? Why not give me everything? I'm stronger and have more potential than you."

The counterfeit gun was poised and charged forward, its sharp blade stained with blood—the blood of the future Youxiao.

Yoyo Mirai deflected his spear: "Not to mention that I could never agree, even if I did, could you really inherit everything from me? No, you would just be trapped here and die."

The opponent's attack became even more ferocious, as if they had been hit where it hurt. Yushou Mirai's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that this guy really came from his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to understand his hints.

Perhaps peace talks are possible.

Yoyo Mirai tentatively said, "Since you know everything, how about we make a deal? Can you go easy on me? You know, there are some things only I can do."

The imposter smirked and said sarcastically, "You can't even beat me, so what makes you so sure you can make it to the end and defeat her? If you can't overcome that obstacle, then die here!"

Having said that, he said no more and thrust his spear straight at Youxiao's armpit.

"Really? What a pity."

Suddenly, the weight in Youxiao Mirai's hand increased, and her body shimmered with magnificent spiritual light.

Since external support can't keep up, let's just squeeze it from within.

Izayoi Mirai's aura began to weaken, but her momentum grew stronger. However, this was not the most important thing. From the start of the battle, she had been preparing since sensing something was wrong, and that preparations had finally been completed.

Using the blood of fierce battles as its material and guided by magic, the second of the nine assemblies of the Vajra Realm Mandala has taken shape!

The appearance of the three worldly kings is the fundamental way to eliminate the three poisons and two obstacles.

His bones creaked and groaned, and his muscles began to disintegrate rapidly. At this moment, he was completely unable to support the complete Vidyaraja, but he couldn't care less about that now.

He was now more than twice as strong as before. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the fake flying. Then, he strode forward, grabbed the man's left arm, and almost instantly, the sound of bones breaking reached his ears.

The fake was like someone who had lost their own hand; it snuggled into Youxiao Mirai's arms, raised its knee and thrust forward, its elbow like a dagger aimed at Youxiao Mirai's throat.

The low shout was like a thunderclap:

Those who hear my name will abandon evil and cultivate goodness!

The fake man's body froze, and in an instant, seven or eight swords pierced his body from different parts, making him look like a ball punctured by sharp spikes.