My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Sure enough.

Not long after.

The trees around them began to thin out, the slope disappeared, and although the black fog still lingered, visibility suddenly improved.

Su Fang took a deep breath, blue light flickering in her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of excitement: "It's just ahead! Very close!"

Then, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The other three stopped with her.

The forest finally came to an abrupt end before them, and a new scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"...!!"

This was a dead, barren plain, with an incredibly wide field of view. The black fog wasn't as thick as in the forest, but it still locked down visibility, preventing them from seeing too far. They could only rely on the dim starlight to make out a few hundred meters.

The sandy, desolate ground was covered in dark brown stains, with countless broken stone statues and weapon fragments scattered across the surface, carrying a chilling, murderous aura, like the remains of an ancient battlefield.

As far as the eye could see, a small army of humanoid stone statues stood densely packed.

Hundreds of statues, all wearing dark stone armor, were arranged in neat ranks. Their heads had human facial features, broken long swords hung at their waists, and longbows were strapped to their backs.

The vast majority were normal-sized stone statues, seeming to be mere subordinates.

Among them, three statues were noticeably taller, standing a full two and a half meters high, clad in silver heavy armor, holding a broadsword in one hand and a tower shield in the other.

And at the very center of this army stood a four-meter-tall silver-black giant suit of armor. It had no head, its neck empty, with faint blue flames flickering inside.

The greatsword in its hand still dripped black liquid, seemingly black fog condensed into a physical form, and the tattered scarlet cape behind it fluttered even without wind, giving it the unmistakable look of a general commanding thousands of troops.

"!!"

Although there was no sign of life, the murderous aura of the military formation and the surging magic power fluctuations were suffocating. The surrounding black fog had even mutated, rolling and churning as if it had condensed into a physical substance.

The visual impact of this scene was incredibly powerful.

Su Fang took a deep breath, a bit nervous: "I can feel it... that fragment is right here."

Tang Keren furrowed her brows slightly. Her fingers habitually tapped on the flying keyboard staff, producing a series of clattering sounds. Her pink eyes quickly swept across the battlefield ahead.

"Normal stone statues are Claw-types. They have bows... so they should be able to attack from range."

"The three silver-armored ones are lower-ranked dangerous species."

"And from the feedback of the magic fluctuations..." Her gaze locked onto the headless giant armored figure in the red cape, and her expression turned serious. "The biggest one is a genuine upper-ranked dangerous species. It might even have some special abilities, like a military formation buff."

"Looks like it won't be weak in close combat, and it's definitely good at commanding its subordinates."

"Tch, they'd be manageable individually, but all together like this is a bit much. We can't fly too high here either. Troublesome."

Outside the Sacred Tree's domain, under the influence of the Abyss, even if magical girls could fly, their altitude limit was severely restricted.

For magical girls at Tang Keren and Zihan's level, they could barely reach twenty or thirty meters in the air before being unable to go higher.

Moreover, because the black fog absorbed and interfered with magic power, the power of long-range attacks decayed geometrically with distance.

So, flying high and bombarding the demon beasts with magic cannons without taking damage was unrealistic; they had to close the distance.

Su Fang thought for a moment, then showed a thoughtful expression: "Army, general, empowerment... could it be?"

"Kukuku—"

Just then, a deliberately suppressed but hard-to-contain excited laugh rang out.

"Plucking the enemy general's head from amidst ten thousand troops, and the enemy will crumble without a fight. That's what you mean, isn't it? Very insightful!"

The silent purple-haired magical girl stepped forward, half-covering her face. The handle of her scythe slammed into the ground with a thump. Her purple eye, not covered by the eyepatch, sparkled brightly:

"In other words, it's now time for this one, Hermit's Purple, to take the stage!"

She peered through her fingers at the demon beast general in the distance, purple flames burning in her eyes: "This one is the executioner who walks the Corridor of Shadows. This kind of stealth assassination routine is a stage tailor-made for Hermit's Purple."

—Over these ten days, everyone basically knew each other's abilities inside and out.

Hermit's Purple's special ability, generally speaking, was to briefly transform her physical body into mist. During this state, she could become immune to most perceptions and attacks, approach the target silently, and then deliver a fatal blow.

When she broke stealth and struck, the magic power fluctuations would burst out in an instant, granting extremely strong crowd-control immunity, even allowing her to ignore many special abilities that would otherwise affect her, like the stone statue soldier's Taunt.

She flashed the others a smile full of superiority: "My apologies, comrades. Though you all also thirst for glory, this opening first blood will be claimed by this one's Reaper's Scythe."

"All of you can just sit in the audience and enjoy this one's Dark Waltz."

Tang Keren, who knew her best, let out a helpless sigh: "Let me roughly translate that. You're saying you want to charge up to the max here, burn half your magic power, use mist form to sneak over, and then one-shot it with a single slash? Can you do it?"

"Kukuku... Even if I can't kill it, this soul-reaping scythe will be enough to give it a good scare. Its magic power flow will become disrupted, making things much easier."

Su Fang was a bit stunned: "That... might work?"

"Hmph, of course it will."

Zihan turned around triumphantly, purple magic power enveloping her figure as she began to charge.

"Wait." Lin Guang suddenly called out to her.

Zihan stopped in her tracks and looked back with confusion: "What is it, accomplice? Could it be you wish to offer me a farewell blessing?"

Lin Guang shook his head, then pondered for a moment: "Can you perform the mist form twice in a row?"

Zihan frowned slightly, immediately understanding: "You want me to return right after swinging the Scythe of Judgment?"

"Kukuku, after the leader is heavily wounded, the Claw-types in the formation pose no threat to me. I can calmly use mist form to return. So there's no need for tha—"

The next moment, seeing the unwavering red eyes of Lin Guang, who offered no room for negotiation, she eventually changed her tune:

"If I prepare in advance during the first mist form, I can do it, but the price is that the power of that strike will drop by at least half. It was already just a chance, and like this, it's even less likely to directly kill an upper-ranked dangerous species."

"Trust me." Lin Guang suddenly spoke.

Zihan's eyes flickered, and she also turned serious.

Staring at the motionless general in the red cape, Lin Guang said softly: "I have a feeling."

"A demon beast that looks like this commander type, guarding a Fragment of Hope that no one has found for so many years... it might have some special ability."

"Perhaps it's not that no magical girl found it, but that..."

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