Is my sister a magical girl or a lily!

Fortunately, Tatsuya quickly stopped the behavior of the girls, avoiding his fate of being torn apart.

There was silence on the radio for a while, and then, Tatsuya's suggestion came over again.

"Squad leader, the door in front can't be opened. Now there are two solutions. First, try to hold Hayami and the witch until Sister Hongmei rushes over to destroy the door. Second... you find a way to let Hayami open the door. door."

Tatsuya's voice was a little reconciled. After all, the two solutions he provided required Yameng to solve the status quo by himself.

This is out of line with Tatsuya's usual style, he never waits for others to resolve the situation.

Now, he had to give such uncompromising advice.

"If you can stall, maybe I can think of another way

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"There is no other way! After all, we still have to fight them again!"

"But, squad leader, your magic power..."

"Battle, you have to fight to know the result!"

"Well said! I just want to use you and No.12 as sacrifices to calm Yuuki!"

The promoter of the current situation is not Tatsuya, but the two magical girls on the battlefield are the key to the ending.

During the interval between his conversation with the doctor, the battle between Yameng and Hayami never stopped.

At this moment, Yameng suddenly bullied into the inner circle of Hayami's spear force in an instant, and punched it with both fists.

Hayami, who had lost her attack distance, did not show weakness. She put her spear horizontally, and pushed the spear shaft to Yameng's fists.

The fists formed horns, like a galloping bull protruding its horns.

The spear shaft is the fence that stops the bull. With a bang, the fence shakes violently and the bull flies back.

In the contest between strange power and incomplete instant power, Hayami still has the upper hand.

Yameng, who was flying back, was already close to the blocked gate, and she and Ya'er had nowhere to retreat.

Squatting down and supporting the ground with one hand, Ya Meng dragged a brake mark on the ground.

Her back was facing the gate, and directly ahead, Hayami's spear and the more terrifying witch had already surged.

"Well, Ya'er, every time I want you to rely on me, there will be such a difficult situation. It seems that I have to work hard to fulfill my promise."

"No, I'm the one who blames myself. If I were more useful, I wouldn't let Yamengjiang bear so much pressure on you..."

"There is nothing to complain about until now. I said I will be your reliance, so I have to do my best - I will not let you follow in the footsteps of another girl, this time I must save your life! "

The so-called last stand describes the current situation.

Yamenli said the last words to Yaer like a flag.

The beautiful magic figure did not appear, but Ya'er felt a smiling and quiet girl hugging them at the critical moment.

She probably knew who the other girl Yameng was talking about was, and she also felt the last magical power boiled up by the squad leader in order to protect her.

The pale gold floated up, not only blending into the pulsation of the earth, but also echoing the fluctuation of the airflow.

Hayami rushed over, and the brown color soaked into her body, making her wheat-colored skin reveal the luster of rock.

The already dangerous spear seemed to harden into a knight's big gun during the charge, and she used strange strength to bring out an irresistible momentum.

And farther away, the figures of the actors multiplied to fill the passageway with witches, pressing down like a collapsed tomb.

"It's really touching words, I will engrave these words as your epitaphs on You Ji's altar!"

The big gun pressed over, and the rich brown color condensed into a substantial gun glow.

The thrust of the strange force caused the gun light to tear open the air, bringing out the whistling sound of vacuum.

The vacuum didn't last long, because a sudden pulse directly in front of the spear tip integrated the air and the ground into a whole.

"Do you want to use this gun to engrave an epitaph? Unfortunately, the tool you used to engrave has been broken."

Yameng used instant energy.

Both the earth and the air came alive, following her heartbeat, releasing their respective powers.

The pulsation of the heart acts as a network, connecting all forms of "force", and in another beating, leads to a point.

This feeling is very mysterious, and the pulse naturally raised Yameng's fist, and she faced Hayami's magic gun.

Ong -!

No explosion, no deafening.

The collision between the tip of the gun and the fist did not produce the most common confrontation between force and force.

Because the power of pulsation is very complicated, whether it is the flow of air or the vibration of the earth, they all have complicated directions and points of action.

At this moment, Yameng's perfect instant strength surpassed the model taught by Tatsuya.

The pulsation in the dynamic changes turns Hayami's magic gun into a lever for transmitting complex interactions.

Na Weng's sound was precisely the complex force acting in different directions and with different effects, which destroyed the proof of the internal structure of the big gun.

Still no explosion, still no detonation.

The disintegrated brown magic power turned into fine ripples along with the pulsating air ripples.

The ripples were still spreading, and with Hayami's disbelieving expression, they swung across her body, shattering her rocky skin.

Ong -!

The ripples melted away, and the power borrowed from the air and the earth returned to the air and the earth in the ripples.

The pulse of the heart has returned to a simple heartbeat, but Hayami himself has been wiped out of the magical girl's armament.

The soul gem on the earring of her left ear had faint cracks.

Roar--!

Countless cast figures slipped from bloated monsters.

The collapsed tomb ridge completely submerged them.

Chapter 53 Humans are always learning more, and humans have to keep going ([-])

After withdrawing from the mysterious state that pulsates with the air and the earth.

Yameng only had time to see the tide of corpses that collapsed.

At this moment, she didn't even feel a sense of crisis.

Because, the perfect moment drained her last ounce of magical power, and she couldn't even recall that mysterious state, and the whole person fell into a sluggish downtime.

She stared blankly at the tide of corpses drowning the disarmed Hayami.

She stared blankly at the actors forming the wave of corpses stretching out countless hands, grabbing her body and limbs.

She stared blankly at the tide of corpses like ghosts from the underworld, and with a sharp smile wanted to drag them into the abyss of hell.

She also felt dazedly Ya'er's hands hugged her tightly, and did not let go until she was pulled into the abyss.

The inside of the witch is a hell made up of "people".

There are noisy sounds in front of and behind the ears.

Some people seem to be complaining about their own lives, and some actors are reciting their lines, but most of them are meaningless shrieks.

Those faces crowded together and came close to her, stroking, pulling, and scratching her face, the corners of her eyes, and her mouth with countless hands, and then squeezed out laughing, painful, and angry expressions on their masks, trying to Yameng is torn into one of them.

Out of sight and out of hearing, cold hands are touching every inch of her body, dry bones like claws, carrying the rotten breath of the cemetery, it seems that the skin touched by them is starting to die , were pulled off by them like clothes.

Yameng wants to resist, wants to punch, and loses the body supported by magic power, but can only struggle like a drowning person.

The feeling of suffocation also began to appear, obviously drowning is just a description.

She found that even if she was not in a stagnant state where her magic power was exhausted, the moment she was pulled into the witch's body, she would irreversibly begin to change towards the same kind of portraits and actors.

Maybe after a while, someone will tear a mask off her face.

And the portrait with the mask will become the actor who plays her, appearing on the stage to perform a life tragedy.

Thinking about that picture makes people feel bad!

She had promised Ya'er to save her from such a hell!

Ya Meng was screaming in his mind.

She forced her body to move—even though the light golden gem representing her soul in the crowded faces had already turned dark and discolored.

Suddenly, the person hugging her back twisted.

Yameng felt that the faces in front of him were separated.

Ya'er's expressionless face, with big eyes but focused attention, appeared in front of her.

The girl's skin was covered with finger marks, and she was almost peeled off by the faces.

In this way, she ignored the threat of the human face, leaning her head towards Yameng, leaning towards Yameng...

Compared with any of the two facial features, their chests touched together one step earlier.

Yameng's chest was squeezed out of shape, and Ya'er's skirt was rubbed open, revealing the crystal embedded in her body.

It is impossible for them to do charming things, because they are surrounded by horrible faces.

Yameng finally discovered Ya'er's purpose, and saw that she pressed the magic power crystal on Yameng's soul gem!

Darkness was instantly absorbed from the soul gem.

The crystallization that looks like a seed of lamentation really played the role of a seed of lamentation.

The pale golden magic power returned, and the moment Yameng regained consciousness in her hands and feet, the magic power swirled around her and Ya'er.

The human faces howled and were squeezed away by the pale golden magic.

But they never gave up. They stretched out countless hands towards the pale golden magic power, and then retracted as if they were being burned.

The pale golden center reveals a cloudy color instead.

Under her own influence, Ya'er's crystallization has already deviated from the original nature of a witch.

But now after inhaling the curse of the soul gem, he once again approached the turbid color of the witch.

They can't last much time.

Even if Yameng's magic power is not exhausted in the struggle with the witch, the tumor blood vessels that started to spread on Yaer's body will kill her.

Yameng began to struggle more vigorously, she hoped to enter the mysterious state of instant strength again, and blast away the witch in one fell swoop.

However, the deserted opera house painting style completely eroded the space they were in.

There are only portraits and actors pulling them under their feet, and there are only ear-piercing screams and wailing above their heads.

There is no vibration of the earth, no movement of the air.

There are rotten things crawling out of the grave in all directions, and it is not easy for her to keep her "heart" calm.

To use the terms in the game to explain, their San value is dropping like crazy.

Human faces are not only pulling their bodies, but also polluting their spirits.

Perhaps, before their faces were peeled off and turned into masks, or Ya'er ran away and became a living corpse, they would go crazy first.

Just as this premonition appeared, the pale gold immediately began to flicker like a dead light bulb.

The faces pushed away by the pale gold surged up with cheers.

But at an abrupt moment, it broke into two sections.

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This moment was too abrupt, so abrupt that the face that was broken into two sections still maintained the expression from a second ago.

The space is skewed, with that sudden moment as the boundary—the space is skewed into two pieces.

On the crooked gap, everything is slowly sliding away.

Like building blocks with two slopes touching each other, the top piece slowly slides down from the top of the bottom one.