My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

That slender index finger, like the crosshairs of death itself, slowly traced through the air before finally pointing at Airwen, who was locked in battle with the black-haired familiar.

Another silent shot.

A red thread shot out from the finger, burying itself into Airwen's chest like a venomous snake.

"?!"

A red teacup mark materialized above both the tea party girl and Airwen's heads.

"Ugh!"

Airwen's movements abruptly froze, her originally sharp and swift sword strikes suddenly becoming sluggish, as if she had plunged into a quagmire.

A bone-chilling scene unfolded once again.

Streams of silver light continuously seeped out from Airwen's pores, flowing rapidly along the red thread toward the tea party girl's body.

The phantom-like silver sword light dimmed as if drained of strength, suppressed by the sharp gleam of the scissors.

"My magic power is draining at high speed."

Airwen frowned, retreating while fighting amid the fierce scissors, forced to shift from offense to defense, stepping back step by step.

In contrast, the "girl," whose magic power had been somewhat depleted from the large-scale volley of gunfire, suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light around her body.

The slightly weakened aura around it rapidly swelled, though not returning to its peak, it recovered considerably.

With minds racing, everyone instantly understood what this black tea mark represented.

It was also sharing, but on the level of magic power.

Or rather, forced plundering.

The next moment, the "girl" raised its hand again, its head violently writhing as countless golden threads shot out.

Clang clang clang clang—!

The air filled with dense metallic clashing sounds.

That was the crisp noise of hundreds of golden flintlock rifles being reloaded simultaneously.

The two familiars immediately retreated, avoiding being caught in this volley.

Without giving anyone any time to catch their breath, another overwhelming golden storm was about to descend.

"Damn it! It's using our own magic to attack us!"

Zihan gritted her teeth. "That's all Airwen's magic!"

Airwen returned to stand in front of Tang Keren, once again spreading her phantom sword light, shouting a warning: "Hold on! My total magic power can't compare to its anyway, even with sharing extraction, it can't drain much. This wave can't match the first one in power!"

"That first volley was overloading even for it—it can't replicate that!"

The moment she finished speaking, golden bullets rained down again.

Boom boom boom boom!!

Golden explosions and waves surged once more.

Silver, red, and purple light flared as three weapons stood like reefs, blocking the initial impact for the two behind them.

"Tch!"

In just an instant, Lin Guang, Airwen, and Zihan were already looking battered.

The density and power of the golden bullets shooting from those gun barrels were indeed noticeably less suffocating than the first wave, but now that everyone was clustered together to protect the immobile Su Fang, the target area had actually shrunk.

This trade-off meant the pressure on them barely decreased at all!

"No... I need to—"

"Don't you move!"

Tang Keren's pink dual pigtails whipped violently in the air currents as her pink pupils blazed once more. Cradling Su Fang, who tried to get up but still couldn't move, she pressed both hands back onto the keyboard staff.

"What's a few hundred lousy guns? Watch me blast them back with my barrage!"

Her magic power surged violently as her hands struck the floating keyboard, leaving afterimages.

With each heavy keystroke, countless pink light points frantically gathered above her head, slowly forming a massive star shimmering with neon brilliance.

She was going to blast them all back in one shot!

But just as that star was about to take shape the next moment...

Through the gaps in the golden tide, everyone saw the tea party girl slowly raise her right hand.

She didn't make the playful finger-gun gesture this time but extended her index and middle fingers, forming a V-shape.

But right now, there was nothing cute about this gesture.

Those two fingers were like calipers measuring life and death. The index finger locked firmly onto Tang Keren, while the middle finger aimed straight at Su Fang in her arms.

Zzzzip—!

Two golden threads shot out from her fingertips simultaneously, crossing space in an instant. The golden honey cake mark appeared above Su Fang and Tang Keren's heads at almost the same time.

Lin Guang's eyes shot wide open: "Watch out—!"

At the same moment, Su Fang's body trembled violently.

The excruciating pain in her shoulder had eerily halved, replaced by a light, numb sensation.

Su Fang felt no joy whatsoever. She lifted her head sharply, her pupils trembling.

Because she knew this meant her injury was about to be shared with the person who was charging up her power.

Tang Keren, concentrating all her focus on guiding her magic, didn't notice the mark above her head at first.

Just as she was about to hit the enter key and push the star forward...

Thud—

Her spirit outfit tore open as blood sprayed like a fountain from Tang Keren's right shoulder. The pain made her body shake violently, and the massive star that had been forming, along with the pink glow in her eyes, began to flicker from magic turbulence.

"Ugh!!"

Tang Keren let out a muffled groan she couldn't suppress.

The magic was about to backfire.

Losing control of accumulated magic was extremely fatal for a magical girl.

If this massive amount of magical energy exploded around her, Tang Keren would be dead even if she wasn't, and even Su Fang's life would be in danger.

"I told you..."

But then.

This idol girl clenched her teeth fiercely. Though her face was twisted in extreme agony, the pink glow in her eyes burned with intense determination.

The gushing blood was forcibly stopped by her spirit outfit's force field as she slammed her trembling right hand hard against the enter key.

"Don't underestimate... THIS LADY, AHHH!!"

Boom—!

Even with the chaotic magic, she forcefully pushed the unstable pink star forward. With her last shred of stubbornness, it blocked every incoming bullet.

And as if exhausted once more, the bombardment came to a halt again.

The magical girls were safe.

For now.

A gap appeared once more.

The tea party girl's mass of golden threads shifted slightly, as if somewhat puzzled by the struggle of that pink ant.

Then, it raised its lace-gloved hand again, forming its index finger into an elegant finger-gun pose, its fingertip trembling slightly.

Golden threads shot out, instantly connecting to Zihan.

The [Honey Cake] mark appeared for the third time.

"Zihan... don't move!" Tang Keren shouted through the pain. "The damage will be split now!"

Facing this bizarre connection, there was no fear in Zihan's eyes. Instead, a reckless, wild aura surged within them.

"Heh... trying to bind my soul with chains of causality?"

Zihan curled her lips into a manic grin. Under everyone's stunned gaze, she actually reversed her grip on the scythe and, without hesitation, slashed the sharp blade across her own arm.

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