My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Those golden threads wildly branched and extended in midair, weaving and solidifying at an incomprehensible speed, rapidly condensing into solid form.

Thousands of opulent golden flintlock pistols hung suspended in midair, their bodies engraved with intricate rose patterns, their grips inlaid with rubies.

The dark, gaping muzzles were densely packed, uniformly turning like a honeycomb, locking onto the group below who were already launching a fierce assault.

Time seemed to freeze.

Tang Keren showed an expression of disbelief.

Su Fang's pupils contracted.

Wait, this coverage area, this kind of magical power fluctuation...

How is this possible?

The three shooting stars had only covered half the distance, but in midair, thousands of hammers had already fallen simultaneously.

Click, click, click, click, click.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

That was the roar of pure magic power detonating.

In the courtyard, golden bullets poured down like a torrential rain.

Those golden bullets, each seemingly only the size of a thumb, triggered violent magical turbulence the moment they touched any solid object.

Continuous explosions rang out deafeningly, the earth trembled in agony, and massive air currents along with visible golden shockwaves spread in all directions.

Every time a bullet left its muzzle, the flintlock pistol disintegrated into golden specks of light as if its mission was complete, but this was not the end, as new flintlock pistols were continuously being generated.

In just one second, the entire vast courtyard was covered by golden explosions and airwaves. Not only were the five girls' figures submerged, but the entire barrier itself shook unceasingly under the terrifying sound waves and air currents, as if in an earthquake.

Saturation bombing.

If this had been in Kazenari Town, probably in an extremely short time, half a block's buildings would have been destroyed!

However, in the next instant.

A pink glow stubbornly emerged from within the golden expanse.

Hundreds of pink and blue magic missiles, like a river of light swimming upstream, howled to meet the golden rain of bullets cascading down from above.

"Barrage loaded, full salvo fire!!"

"Don't... underestimate an idol!!!"

Tang Keren stood in place, her voice almost cracking, the pink light radiating like a sun, her hands creating afterimages as she struck the floating keyboard.

Meanwhile, the energy bullets from Su Fang's twin guns had nearly turned into a straight line due to their excessively high rate of fire.

Their battle cries were drowned out by the explosions, but the barrage they unleashed, pushing their magic power to the limit, forcibly tore open a gap in the dense rain of bullets.

And in that instant.

Through that gap... two meteor-like figures flashed past once more.

A red and a silver silhouette advanced side by side, alternating!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!

The phantom sword in Airwen's hand had almost completely lost its form. A raging sword curtain, accompanied by a silver glow, carved a path forward once again through the golden tide.

And in the gaps between her swings, a crimson staff beside her raised a crimson, scorching curtain of light, flawlessly blocking the remaining energy bullets.

The brilliance in everyone's eyes had reached its peak.

The crisis of death drove the girls to mobilize their internal magic power to the limit, recklessly expending it to fight against this terrifying saturation bombardment.

Otherwise, if even a single bullet got through and hit them, they could easily be comboed to death.

The shockwave, carrying the golden tide of magic power, rushed towards them, but was forcibly split apart by the combined efforts of the four.

It was like churning and dividing a surging, violent sea.

And the silver and red meteors still stubbornly pressed forward, closing in on their opponent.

Ten seconds.

Just as the golden wave of explosions finally began to fade, Su Fang and Tang Keren were also somewhat exhausted. A trace of blood seeped from their mouths and noses, and the light in their eyes had dimmed slightly.

It wasn't that their magic power was depleted, but the short-term output had reached near-limit load, forcing them to briefly stop.

And the two-colored meteor had nearly reached their opponent's side.

Behind the "girl," two figures approached at similarly ghostly speed.

On the right.

The black-haired butler familiar leaped high, its large shears coming down with a whistling wind aimed at Airwen's head.

Whoosh!

Airwen's expression was cold.

Timing the explosion of a golden bullet at her feet, she used the airwave to roll sideways, her ghostly sword light precisely catching the pivot point of the closing shears.

Screech—!

Metal scraped violently, sparking a blinding shower of sparks. Airwen flicked her wrist, using skillful force to deflect the shears—larger than her own body—forcibly downward, smashing them into the ground.

The two immediately became entangled.

On the left, Lin Guang had similarly clashed with the silver-haired familiar.

Clang!

The red microphone staff collided heavily with the long needle wielded by the silver-haired familiar, and both were simultaneously repelled.

Their strength was comparable, but it was slightly inferior in magic power.

A blazing light flared in Lin Guang's eyes as she narrowed them slightly.

The crimson staff swept horizontally. From that fleeting rainbow-like radiance, burning flames erupted, sending sparks flying as it howled towards the familiar!

This silver-haired familiar's movements were astonishingly fast, and its strength was superior to Lin Guang's. It twisted its body like a ghost, dodging Lin Guang's staff, and swung its long needle.

Swish.

A point of icy light pierced through Lin Guang's spirit outfit force field, grazing past her face, leaving a thin line of blood on her delicate skin. The invasion of magic power brought intense pain.

If her dodge had been just 0.1 seconds slower, that long needle would have pierced Lin Guang's eyeball.

However, in the next moment, using the scratch as a cost, she countered with a spinning whip kick from an angle that was impossible to avoid.

The familiar strained to twist its body, but the whip kick, wreathed in flames, still struck its shoulder with a solid thud, coating it with a visible layer of char.

Lin Guang then gracefully leaned back like a phantom, calmly dodging the silver needle it stabbed upwards from below.

The phantom sword in Airwen's hand had almost completely lost its form. A furious sword curtain, accompanied by a silver glow, carved a path forward once again through the golden tide.

And just as both sides were trading blows.

A wisp of purple smoke had already rapidly crossed the two battlefields, arriving at the round table.

Maintaining her mist form, the Hermit's Purple silently appeared behind her opponent, the purple glow in her left eye burning to its extreme.

Now!

No verbal communication was needed. The suppressed anger erupted in this instant.

One must understand, everyone had already received the Sacred Tree's blessing once. Their strength was leagues beyond before, and on paper, their strength was absolutely not inferior to ordinary Low-Level Nightmare Seeds.

But even so, facing this bombardment, Su Fang and Tang Keren had overloaded their magic power, and Lin Guang and Airwen only barely tore open part of the barrage after exhausting all their efforts to block.

Even Zihan, who maintained her mist form—a skill that could be called a perfect defense—had a considerable amount of her magic power blasted away.

One against five, and the very first round of combat had already reached extreme pressure, nearly resulting in casualties!

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