My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

"Ugh..."

In her mist form, Zihan felt her magic power dropping rapidly, accompanied by the pain she had already experienced during the first volley.

But the black fog didn't pause for even a moment, instead speeding up even further.

Two.

One.

And in that instant, the black fog suddenly coalesced into a solid form behind her.

The marks above both of their heads vanished simultaneously.

Zero.

At this moment, it had already raised its hand, seemingly about to fire another mark in an extremely short interval.

Zihan raised her scythe high, the pitch-black blade wrapped with all her remaining magic power.

Break, damn it!!!

The moment a gruesome cutting mark, like a violet eye, lit up.

Time seemed to have been pressed into slow motion at this moment.

Zihan clearly felt the sensation of the scythe cutting into a solid object.

It wasn't smooth at all, grinding like slicing through countless intertwined steel wires.

The scythe's blade moved from the right shoulder down toward the left, cutting through the tea party girl's gorgeous dress, severing the protective magic layer, and tearing through her slender body inch by inch.

Its struggles and hysterical death throes seemed to travel through the scythe's blade with tangible force, ringing loudly in Zihan's mind.

So... did they win?

But just before the cut was complete, its slender fingers raised with their last remaining strength.

In the slowed time, Zihan, holding the scythe, stared blankly with her left eye at the entity.

The light gathering at its fingertips was aimed at Airwen, who was being entangled by the black-haired familiar in the distance, completely unable to dodge.

"..."

Then it fired.

Zihan's mind went blank.

Too late.

But the next instant, her eyes suddenly widened.

Without anyone noticing, the silent crimson figure had already stood before Airwen, right in the path of those two threads.

The gold and crimson threads, without any deviation, struck that crimson figure.

Link established.

Almost simultaneously, the scythe in Zihan's hand finally completely severed the tea party girl's waist, cutting her diagonally in half.

Shiiiiing—!

Waist severing.

Golden blood sprayed wildly.

But at the same time, damage sharing had been activated.

The golden threads forming the tea party girl's body began reconnecting at a speed like time reversing.

From the other side of the battlefield came a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

Splat.

Under Airwen's violently trembling silver eyes, the red-haired girl who had blocked the threads in front of her suddenly froze.

From her right shoulder down to the lower left of her waist, it was as if an invisible giant scythe had slashed through her. The sturdy red-and-white idol spirit outfit shattered in an instant.

In the gruesome, gaping wound, blood rapidly seeped out, with internal organs faintly visible and bones also nearly completely severed.

She stood in place, frozen.

The two familiars did not attempt any further attack on the red-haired girl standing still, but instead bypassed her and attacked the others.

—Beings marked with the imprint would share damage, so naturally, they wouldn't indirectly attack their own master.

Moreover, for a magical girl, that was already a fatal blow.

Nightmare Seeds and humans had different constitutions.

"Senior...?"

Su Fang's eyes were blank.

"Meng—"

Tang Keren's lips quivered, and the rationality in her eyes, the idol persona she had to maintain even unto death, vanished in an instant, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

"..."

Zihan stared at all of this with lifeless eyes, maintaining her finishing swing posture, ignoring the tea party girl who was slowly turning her "head" with immense malice, seemingly mocking her.

Enormous fear and self-blame, along with the deathlike exhaustion from her magic power being completely depleted, gripped her heart.

It was me...

It was all my fault...

Only Airwen, in silence, still forcefully fended off the two dangerous species' attacks with phantom-like sword light, barely surviving, her defeat evident.

However.

Clop.

In the midst of this deathly silence and despair...

The tea party girl suddenly turned her head in confusion, looking at that crimson figure.

And then...

The crimson magical girl suddenly staggered forward another step.

"?!?!"

The small amount of blood that had seeped out suddenly stopped, and the internal organs that were about to spill out were forcefully pressed back into her body by the spirit outfit's force field.

Clop.

She was walking.

Tang Keren, Zihan, and Su Fang widened their eyes, revealing looks of disbelief.

She could stop bleeding with just this level of magic power?

How was that possible?

Why could she still walk? Why could she still hold the microphone?

Her spine had been cut diagonally, her lower body and right arm should have been completely out of control... Unless she was forcibly using magic power to puppet her body like a marionette?

Just how strong a will, how strong a magic control ability, would it take to forcefully maintain her ability to move in such a situation?

And in Zihan's eyes, it was even clearer.

The girl's sweet face was pale as paper, yet expressionless, as if she couldn't feel the excruciating pain of having her belly split open.

Only the flames in her eyes burned ever brighter as she stared at the tea party girl, carrying an indescribable disdain and contempt.

Even...

For the first time in so many days, "anger."

So that's how it was.

Your ridiculous secret, I've already seen through it.

The rousing music from the microphone staff abruptly stopped, but the next moment, a new performance began.

This time, it was an unprecedented grand symphony.

"O Ruler—"

At this moment, a hoarse voice rang out across the battlefield, making even the two powerful familiars sense an indescribable danger.

But as they stared at the double mark above the red-haired girl's head, it was as if their instincts had fallen into chaos.

"!!!"

Su Fang and Airwen suddenly remembered something.

This chant was...

"Mortal mask."

Lin Guang walked step by step toward that girl, the staff in her hand igniting with a deep blue blazing flame.

"Ten thousand forms."

Like an electric current, scorching heat spread through her body, forcibly reconnecting her left half, which had almost already fallen off.

"Soaring on high."

She controlled the turbulent crimson magic power inside her, forcefully maintaining a human form, but it intensified the pain in her body. Her skin, muscles, and internal organs all trembled under this wild, unshackled power and excruciating agony.

"By the name of humanity."

Yet the girl's chant and steps showed no pause. The magic power that had been nearly depleted inside her still endlessly climbed, surged, and gathered toward the staff's head.

She should have been unable to complete this chant, with the magic power needed to sustain her life nearly completely exhausted.

But at this moment, the tea party girl suddenly let out an incomprehensible, terrified scream.

"—"

Like a tidal wave, golden magic power was forcibly drawn from the tea party girl's body and poured into Lin Guang!

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