My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Clearly, this kind of saturation bombardment could not possibly be a normal skill even for a Low-Level Nightmare Seed. It had to be something like a finishing move.

Judging from the suddenly declining magic power fluctuations, it was now most likely in that phase where old strength had faded and new power had yet to arise.

So now was the best opportunity.

“Judgment! Sever!”

The purple-black scythe slashed down fiercely at the monster that had almost fully taken human form.

However.

Faced with this scene, the "girl" made of threads didn't even get up.

She didn't look at the scythe falling from above her head. Instead, she slightly raised her right hand and formed a playful "finger gun" gesture.

That head woven from silk threads seemed to be "looking" toward the direction behind the group.

Lin Guang's heart leaped violently. Her high-speed vision allowed her to catch an extremely ominous sign.

She saw the "girl's" fingertips tremble slightly, like a child playfully pulling a trigger.

An extremely fine golden thread shot out from her fingertip, instantly crossing a hundred meters at a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye, aiming straight at Su Fang, who was in overload mode.

At this moment, before anyone could react, a golden honey cake mark simultaneously appeared in the void above both the tea party girl and Su Fang's heads.

Pshh—!

Then Zihan's scythe had already landed solidly on the tea party girl's shoulder.

The sharp blade cut through the ornate dress, sinking deep into the flesh. Golden blood splattered outward, and even the severed golden threads within the wound could be seen writhing madly inside.

But at the same time.

In the distance, Su Fang, who had been trying to raise her twin guns again, suddenly shuddered violently.

Puff!

A spray of blood abruptly burst from her originally intact shoulder.

It was as if an invisible giant had taken a chisel and viciously struck her shoulder.

Su Fang's spirit outfit at the shoulder instantly tore open. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining half of her blue skirt red.

The enormous impact force threw her body backward violently, her feet leaving the ground, and her twin guns nearly flew out of her hands.

The girl crashed heavily onto the ground, a trace of confusion still lingering in her eyes, as if she couldn't understand why she had been so severely injured when she was so far away.

It was only at this moment that the heart-wrenching, excruciating pain finally arrived.

"Ah... ha..."

"Su Fang!!"

The pink-haired girl immediately rushed over to support the fallen girl. In her arms, the girl opened her mouth, but the pain was so intense she could barely make a sound, only emitting broken, raspy breaths.

Tang Keren looked at her and spoke urgently: "Hold on, don't undo your transformation. Use magic power to stop the bleeding immediately! The spirit outfit's force field can staunch blood and relieve pain!"

"We trained for this! Just keep the magic power flowing smoothly!!"

Airwen and Lin Guang, who were still entangled with the two upper-rank dangerous species familiars, also clearly saw what had happened.

"!!"

Watching this scene, Zihan's pupils contracted sharply.

Could this be another...

She realized something.

But in that instant, the "girl's" thread-woven head writhed. Dozens of golden flintlock rifles materialized behind her again, locking onto their targets. A golden radiance flared up.

Targeting...

Airwen, who was still in the distance, locked in battle with the familiars.

Zihan immediately withdrew her scythe and swiftly moved to block in front of the target.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!

The purple figure forcibly used her scythe to slice through those golden projectiles, retreating somewhat clumsily amid the golden explosions.

Even if this was just an insignificant fraction of the power from the saturation bombardment just now—barely considered her normal attack level—

If she couldn't turn into mist, even taking a Nightmare Seed's normal attack head-on was more than enough to give her trouble!

"Ugh..."

Su Fang went limp in Tang Keren's arms, her face as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down in large beads. She took deep, ragged breaths, but a stubborn blue light reignited in her eyes, and the flow of blood abruptly slowed.

Her innately exceptional natural magic power finally came into play at this moment, forcibly stemming the gushing blood as she inhaled deeply.

The wound was terrifyingly deep, nearly severing the girl's collarbone. The pain made her entire body tremble uncontrollably.

"Is this also damage transfer?"

Looking at Su Fang's injury and the cake mark above her head, Tang Keren's face was a mixture of worry and shock:

"Zihan slashed that thing, but the wound appeared on Su Fang? Is it a skill similar to that general demon beast's?"

Su Fang took a deep breath, her voice distorted by pain, but she stubbornly sat up: "No... it's different!"

Everyone's gazes converged on the other party's head and body.

The tea party girl was also sporting the cake mark above her head, and the wound on her shoulder hadn't disappeared—it had only slightly shallowed, with golden blood still flowing.

Meanwhile, although Su Fang's wound was horrifying, it didn't have the lethal power that Zihan's strike originally should have carried.

If all the damage from that scythe blow had been transferred, Su Fang's entire arm and half her chest cavity should have been sliced open by now.

"It's that mark."

Lin Guang dodged another silver needle and punched the head of the silver-haired suited familiar, woven from interlaced threads, sending it stumbling backward. Her voice, amplified by magic power, echoed with a slight reverb across the battlefield.

Her tone remained calm, but she spoke rapidly: "Anyone marked by that seal will have the damage forcibly shared between them."

At that moment, the honey cake marks above the "girl's" and Su Fang's heads flickered twice, then slowly faded away.

The tea party girl gracefully stood up.

That tattered dress rapidly repaired itself under the mending of golden threads, concealing the injured, bleeding thread body beneath, as if the severe blow just now was nothing but a minor scratch.

...For a non-human demon beast, this might truly be just a minor wound—even something that could heal rapidly—

But for a magical girl, it clearly was not.

And the magical girls present were obviously severely skewed in their specialties. None of them were healers, as possessed by magical girls of past generations. They were all attack-focused, violent damage dealers.

But when their damage output didn't exceed the threshold of the mechanism covering it, everything became extremely troublesome!

The girl gently pinched the corner of her skirt with her free hand and gave a slight bow to the group. The movement was flawlessly refined, yet it was filled with silent mockery and provocation.

In that instant, everyone felt the utmost difficulty.

Given the speed of that mark just now, it was simply impossible to dodge. And the release speed and interval of the mark were all complete unknowns.

Now they didn't even dare to attack the Nightmare Seed's main body anymore!

"Damn it... My blade actually injured a comrade..."

Amid the roaring airwaves and magic power fluctuations, Zihan gritted her teeth with guilt, continuously blocking the flintlock's attacks. She forced this wave of assault back, gripping her scythe so hard it creaked.

Yet deep in her heart, there was also an indescribable sense of relief—the tea party girl's head was too bizarre. She hadn't swung her scythe at its head; otherwise, Su Fang would now be...

"What?!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the tea party girl raised her hand again, striking that heart-stopping "finger gun" pose.

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