You're not a serious magical girl, are you?

In that storm, he should have died long ago.

Ueno Kita clenched his palm tightly, his nails pierced the skin and sank deeply into the flesh and blood of his palm.

There were two girls, two girls who were still alive.

They died for him.

[Haha...hahahaha...]

Nausea.

Just like when he woke up in the hospital, it was a kind of nausea that almost threw up his stomach.

He retched, the knife and fork were scattered on the ground, and even the whole dining table was overturned by him.

[A Bei, live on. ]

Ueno Kita's vision was blurred, but the two soul gems scattered among the ruins were extremely clear.

He staggered forward, picked up the seed of lamentation on the ground, and also picked up the soul gem on the ground.

flame……

Madoka...

*

In the middle of the night, he hugged Heijiang tightly.

The young bodies are hugged together and wrapped in the quilt, as if they are pillowing each other and warming each other.

Amidst the ravings of the dream, he finally spoke softly.

"flame……"

He moved unconsciously, and hugged the girl in his arms even tighter, and the two were tightly entangled.

He had a dream he didn't want to wake up from.

If all this hadn't happened.

He regarded the girl in his arms as the girl in his heart.

"Little round..."

He ate them.

Chapter 309 In This Calm Morning [Sluggish]

Colors intertwine before your eyes.

The shadow that covered the sky and the sun shrouded him, and the beating of the heart was low at first, and then gradually increased.

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Just standing in front of that monster, the distortion and malice that hit him turned into countless invisible hands of despair, holding his heart tightly.

— Impossible to beat.

The black and gray gears were spinning, and the ear-piercing laughter echoed in the ears. The storm almost turned into a real blade. Just blowing on the face gave the illusion of being stabbed by a sharp blade.

It was hard for him to breathe.

But you can't retreat, and you can't take a step back even if you swear to the death.

Taking a deep breath, everything in front of me became extremely clear.

This legendary witch is so powerful that her mere existence is enough to cause a storm. The city built by humans is as small as a building block in front of it. It only needs to pass over the city lightly. Cities will be reduced to ruins.

— It must be defeated.

He felt dizzy in his head, but he seemed to be very clear.

He suddenly realized something, and felt that all this was like a dream. This should have been something he had already experienced. After all, he glimpsed a corner of the future in a trance, and knew where this story would go.

His heart began to feel a stabbing pain, and the indescribable stabbing pain hindered his recollection. Everything he experienced in the past turned into a terrifying nightmare and swallowed him at this moment. .

Only then did he discover that he was based on a wonderful perspective—like the No.1 point of view, and also like the third person point of view. All kinds of senses seemed to be melted and pieced together, but they coexisted in reality. The wonder to explain.

However, that's not the point.

The focus was never on the perspective of the dream, but on what the dream was going to reveal. As the witch's night approached, he felt more and more anxious, his heart was beating at a high speed, and the heartbeat was as dense as a drum.

Like, he knew something was going to happen.

The yellow streamer fell from the sky, leaving only a fluttering ribbon, which slowly floated down in the air and gently covered his palm.

Only then did he discover that the ribbon was already in tatters, and the flowers that should have bloomed together with the ribbon had disappeared, and the ribbon had completely lost its soul.

The crimson flame was doused by the storm. It once bloomed with unprecedented warmth and light. In this icy steel city, it was like the second sun in the world. However, storms are never merciless. There was only ashes left on the ground, and the panic was unbelievable.

He also couldn't believe that the flame disappeared so quickly that he didn't even have time to react.But if you think about it carefully, it blooms like fireworks and then disappears in a flash. This is probably the fate of the flame.

Then what caught his attention was a faint blue color. At first he thought it was raindrops or the sky, but when he looked closely, he found that the color was so unique, completely different from the surrounding dark colors, bright To the point where it is impossible to misunderstand.

He later discovered that it was actually a ball of water, but after observing it for a long time, it might be a ball of water taken from the ocean in fairy tales. After all, the sea in reality should not be so blue, and it still retains this color when it is separated from the ocean , that is even more incredible.

He just watched it quietly, until the storm washed away the water and broke it apart, leaving nothing left, and a sense of melancholy rose in his heart.

He seems to have lost something, but it seems that he never had it from the beginning.

There are not many emotions left for him.

He shook his head, shaking off the weird thoughts in his heart, and soon noticed the unusual colors in the storm.

He was a bit addicted to finding these colors. It was very interesting to find different colors from this monotonous nightmare, not to mention that it could distract his anxiety and make him feel better in this nightmare.

In the nightmare, these colors are the only things that can make him feel at ease.

But this time what caught his attention was the shadow dotted beside him, it was like thick ink splashed on the ground, at first he didn't notice this shadow, until he moved away and found that the shadow under his feet didn't move with him Only then did he realize that a color was so close to him.

He hesitated for a while, and decided to observe carefully, but when he had such a thought, the color gradually faded, and the continuous rain destroyed all the colors he saw, including the His black shadow.

—stop.

He shouted and stretched out his hand to press the ground. He was so eager to leave the shadow behind, but what he caught was water that was diluted like ink. After all, he was a step too slow, and he didn't understand the shadow Inner shadow.

He is full of regrets, even annoyed, he wants to touch these colors, but every time it seems to be a little bit short, and his emotions become unstable every time he fails to catch up, especially the last time his mood swings are particularly special. Obviously, he can see that he still cares about that color, after all, it is so close to him.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't notice it himself.

There was a roar overhead.

He looked up, and the huge monster covered his vision, and large shadows fell from the sky, while a touch of cherry color squeezed into his vision, the color was so beautiful that he was nostalgic for it, as if the most beautiful things in the world gathered Together, he couldn't move his eyes away.

But ah, it is like a butterfly. Needless to say, the ending of the butterfly dancing in the storm, the fragile wings can not withstand the ravages of the storm, if the wings are broken, the butterfly should disappear.

When the pink figure fell from the sky, his eyes were opened to the maximum, and his expression even looked extraordinarily ferocious because of this.

But it's not scary, but it looks... so pitiful.

[......]

Breathing stopped.

[......]

Heartbeat stopped.

[......]

With her death, the whole world seemed to stop.

Crazy emotions pounded his brain and destroyed his thinking. He felt the world spinning in front of him, and the piercing pain completely destroyed his sanity.

Colors peel off before your eyes.

He clutched his chest, but felt his palms were wet, sticky and disgusting.

He thought it was rain, but when he lowered his head, he realized that it was blood. The warm blood flowed from his chest, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Under the washing of the rain, the blood quickly became cold, and his body also began to lose temperature.

Only then did he recall that he, too, was dying.

He was nailed through his chest by a steel bar that fell from the sky. Although the steel bar skillfully avoided his heart, no one could save him in that black-gray storm.

He should die with them and find peace under the ruins of Mitakihara.

[......]

How wonderful would it be if that were the case?

The illusory and fuzzy dream was fragmented in the next instant, and the fragments reflecting all kinds of brilliance were pieced together in his eyes, dragging him out of the illusory imagination, and ruthlessly fell into the more real icy storm.

The sky is black and gray, with collapsed buildings and ruins all over the ground. The flames ignited in the storm, but were mercilessly extinguished.

He was nailed through the ruins, his internal organs were torn apart, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his black eyes were half-opened and half-closed in the dark night, and his vision was blurred.

The witch riding a strange horse in the sky shattered, and a seed of lament fell from the sky and landed in the pink-haired girl's hand.

[Although Abei's physique is quite special, the scale of magic power is still too low. If this continues, he will really die, right? ]

The pink-haired girl anxiously grabbed his arm, the soul gem pressed against his body, and the magic power was quickly supplied back, but with little effect.

[Cuppy?Is there any way to save Ah Bei? ]

[Magic, and... magic. ]

[Feed him the seeds of lamentation, Sayaka's magic can save him, and the seeds of lamentation of Mami and Kyoko can help him expand the upper limit of magic power. ]

[what happened?Ah Bei's injury recovery is so slow, why... Ah, Yan! ]

The black-haired girl blocked the monster at the end of the sky alone, and was finally ignited by the surging colorful flames, screaming and falling into the ruins.

[Is it influenced by the witch's night? ]

The white alien creatures looked up at the sky, and the monsters created by them were turning in the storm, and the invisible magic power oppressed every corner of the battlefield.

[It's a pity, everyone seems to be unable to continue fighting. ]

[Um?Can Ah Bei survive?Maybe not?But there's nothing Madoka can do now, right?No one can contain Witch Night anymore, Ah Bei's recovery speed is so slow. ]

[...Soul Gem?Madoka's idea is really amazing. ]

[In theory... Ah Bei can eat soul gems, eh?Madoka's magic?It is also related to healing, do you want to take a gamble? ]

The black-haired girl turned her head and stared at the pink-haired girl in astonishment.

At the last moment of her life, she still lost to Madoka.

Xiaoyuan has always loved Abei deeply, even if the price is her life, she will never turn back.

The black-haired girl clenched her lower lip, trembling her palms, and also struggled from the ruins.

[But Ah Bei will be very sad, huh?Um?Lian Yan also... Well, there is no other way, Yan's injury is so serious, it has reached the limit. ]

[No, Homura needs to take Abei to escape, don't fight anymore... let's leave here with Abei. ]

The snow-white alien creature slightly tilted its head, and its pupils reflected two girls, one pink and one black.

[Even so, Ah Bei might not be able to survive, huh?Is it really worth it? ]

Whether it is worth it or not is not what it decides.

[Then feed him the Soul Gem. ]

The pink-haired girl pulled out the steel bar pierced into his chest, blood spurted out, and instantly dyed the boy's skirt black and red.

The expression on the face is gentle and strong.

The supposedly cold gem radiated warmth, and the pink-haired girl fell on top of him, and he was picked up by the black-haired girl, and he fled deeper into the ruins with force.

Until the legs are broken, like a bird with broken wings, there is no escape.

Even she died beside him.

But she didn't die of despair, she cried and struggled, and finally sent the soul gem into his mouth apologetically.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt sick.

He knelt down and retched, as if trying to vomit his soul out.