My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

“!!!”

Everyone stared at this scene in shock.

Was she consuming magic power at an extreme rate to make the other party share the burden of magic consumption?

But this was simply absurd to the extreme.

Magical girls usually had a safe threshold for outputting magic power; generally, outputting about one-quarter of their magic power at once was already overload.

Going beyond that—forget whether it was even possible—even if it were, it would bring excruciating pain, leading to loss of control, or even self-destruction.

Yet the aura emanating from Lin Guang at this moment clearly indicated that this move she was using far exceeded her own Magic Power Capacity.

Wasn't she afraid she would explode?

Golden magic power flowed back along the threads, pouring into Lin Guang's battered and broken body.

At the tip of the microphone staff, the five-pointed star gradually gathered a dazzling, eye-piercing azure-blue light. The surrounding air, due to the extreme heat, created visible ripples of distortion, and even the rubble on the ground trembled slightly under this high pressure.

Lin Guang's hoarse chant continued: "Truth and Temperance."

The tea party girl, who had been sitting calmly in the distance, watching the approaching crimson magical girl, finally lost her composure.

The ball of golden thread serving as her head let out a panicked, scraping sound—the noise of tens of thousands of threads frantically tightening in chaos.

The magic power inside her was being violently plundered by the being before her, sliding toward complete depletion, like an abyss.

It was as if a chain-like connection had reversed and bound them together.

Shriek—!!

With a sound of breaking wind, the two familiars, under control, suddenly burst into action, turning into afterimages as they charged toward Lin Guang.

Sharp long needles hovered a tenth of a millimeter from Lin Guang's eyeballs; huge scissor blades had already pressed against Lin Guang's neck.

But Lin Guang simply kept walking.

The familiars froze mid-motion, even involuntarily moving their weapons away from her to avoid harming her—because the mark above their heads still existed, and harming her would be equivalent to attacking their own master.

And moreover… it was clearly unable to actively sever or change this connection!

Before the two dangerous species could react anew, they were sent flying by phantom-like sword strikes, followed by a dual-colored barrage striking them.

The silver, blue, and pink magical girls silently paved the final path for her.

"Stand upon the wall of sinful dreams."

In twenty seconds, Lin Guang had crossed the remaining tens of meters and stood before the tea party girl.

The honey-colored magic power inside her finally dried up.

But the smile gradually rising on Lin Guang's lips was even more blinding than the blue light.

"And stand atop it."

She chanted each word deliberately; her crimson eyes, illuminated by the azure flames, blazed astonishingly.

The next moment, the tea party girl staggered, turned, and, dragging her waist that had been sliced halfway through, tried to flee using both hands and feet.

However.

"Want to escape?!"

A hoarse roar suddenly erupted.

Zihan, who had already exhausted her magic power and collapsed on the ground, somehow squeezed out a final shred of strength. She lunged forward, her right hand fiercely gripping the tea party girl's ankle, which was covered in delicate lace white socks.

"Stay… for me!!"

"You despicable wretch!!"

Thud.

The tea party girl lost her balance and crashed heavily onto the rubble-strewn ruins.

She writhed on the ground, and even the faint bit of golden magic power she recovered within her body was forcibly extracted thread by thread through that tyrannical connection, keeping her in the weakest, most depleted state.

As a Nightmare Seed, she was now as frail as an ordinary young girl.

Lin Guang stepped in front of her, aiming the staff head at the still-desperately-struggling tea party girl.

Five.

Four.

The tea party girl, staring at the azure flames poised just above her head, let out a desperate shriek.

Three.

Those crimson eyes turned to look at Zihan, who was still gripping the other tightly.

Their gazes met in the air, and Lin Guang gave a slight shake of her head.

Live on.

Two.

"Ugh…"

Zihan let out a whimper of pure unwillingness, tears mingling with the blood and grime on her face as they rolled down.

One.

She abruptly released the hand restraining the tea party girl.

Using the last bit of strength, Zihan rolled hard toward Lin Guang's direction.

Zero.

The mark vanished.

The girl's indifferent, sweet voice rang out.

"Azure Firefall!"

Boom—

An unrestricted Azure Firefall erupted within the witch's domain.

The azure-blue explosive flame, long stored at the tip of the staff, finally broke free from its restraints. The scorching high-pressure shockwave spread forward in a fan shape, pushing outward.

At that moment, it was as if a blue sun had exploded upon the ground.

It gave the enemy no chance; before it could even let out a scream, the body composed of golden threads was directly ground to powder by this absolute force.

And the two familiars howled together as well, their forms of tangled threads twisting wildly before rapidly turning to ash.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!!

The violent explosion drowned out everything.

The blinding azure-blue and white light mingled; the violent shockwave kicked up a storm of dust and rubble, completely engulfing both the girl and the creature at the very center of the explosion, plunging into a dead, white glare.

The next moment, a jarring tremor suddenly came from all directions of the entire world.

It was the lament of the whole world.

The absurd, fixed barrier dissolved into nothing, reverting to the original ruins.

But no one cared about that.

"Senior!!"

A figure charged over like mad, sweeping away the smoke and dust, only to find the Cherry-Haired Girl, who had already transformed back, still standing in place.

She maintained her final pose, but her eyes held no more light. Blood, with no restraint left, gushed from her wounds.

Only a faint smile still lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if mocking fate itself.

"No… no, don't be like this…"

Su Fang's tears fell in big drops, hitting the ground, yet she didn't even dare to move her senior's body, which was on the verge of breaking apart.

Airwen swiftly vanished into the smoke, only to burst back out a few seconds later, clutching a black object she had just retrieved from the explosion's center, and handed it to Su Fang with the utmost urgency.

Su Fang, as if granted a pardon, pressed the leaf and the fragment tightly together.

"Hurry up and merge!"

"It's okay, it's okay… Senior, you have to hold on… the Sacred Tree will definitely save you…"

But it was meaningless.

In the warm glow, the girl's body showed no change.

Zihan, having de-transformed, knelt to one side, her hands gripping the ground so hard her nails broke without her even noticing.

Tang Keren covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Airwen lowered her head.

Suddenly, something thin fluttered gently down.

—It was the photo of the five of them.

It had been swept out along with Su Fang's frantic act of retrieving the Sacred Tree leaf, and now it finally landed on the ground.

In the center, the gentle, faint smile of the girl with cherry-red hair tips was still vivid in their minds.

But now, she had stopped breathing.

Su Fang could no longer hold back and burst into wails.

"Waaah…"

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