Sixty-one Magic Girl with Extreme Physical Attack

At the center of the college is a huge bell tower, and the huge clock face can be seen by people in the entire capital... Of course, if it is myopia, it is a different matter. At this time, the entire college and even the tallest building in the entire city are like a huge road sign, becoming the only place to guide everyone to gather.

The huge and towering bell tower makes everyone look at it in this situation and will have the idea that everyone will definitely go there.

Among the many self-organized combat teams, the group composed of most contestants and audiences of the fighting competition can be said to be a class with strong combat effectiveness, not to mention that there is a powerful guy - Bu Er? Xiong Ji, who cut off their backs.

Milana finally brought the people from the fighting competition venue to this bell tower. Although there were many casualties and wounded at the beginning or in the process, in the end... the rest of the people came alive!

The moment I saw the familiar mentor's face, even the powerful contestants relaxed suddenly, and were moved in my heart - as if it had been centuries. Who would have thought that the academy festival that should have been full of joy would become like this?

After all... still alive.

Such thoughts also flowed into Milana's heart - at this point, her responsibilities as the referee of the competition have been completed, but it's not the same? Xiong Ji! What's wrong with you now? Milana stood at the height of the bell tower and looked in the direction when she came, but unfortunately... it's no longer a distance that naked eyes can reach.

The festival that the students originally celebrated has become a paradise for the undead. The ones below are all strange figures with bloodshot eyes and wooden expressions.

It was really sad, Milana thought, but she felt something furry rubbing her ankle - it was a cat with ruby ​​pupils and pure white body hair, with a red circle on her back.

It's really cute, Milana thought, but she didn't expect that in this situation where humans are unable to protect themselves, a domestic cat can still take a leisurely walk, whether it's kept in the bell tower or walking around here, but there is no doubt that this cat has the safety that most humans in the city dream of.

Milana didn't think much about it anymore and continued to look at the city below, hoping to find the figure of her close friend who escaped...

"Demonic power c, fear degree c, hatred degree d... low value waste." What Milana didn't know was that the white cat who had just rubbed her feet and was walking away, and was talking in a tone that no one could hear.

"But it's really strange. According to my speculation, the fear should be the highest when this kind of life has not escaped from danger..." Baisus shook his head and walked away. What he didn't understand was that even a short promise could bring great hope to mankind.

At this precarious moment, no one cared about such an ordinary cat. Baisus shook his tail and walked into the tower inside the huge clock at the top of the clock tower... What no one knew was that the body of this small cat was exuding a huge magic power that was invisible to the entire city under him at a frequency that was almost vibrating frequently.

"I'm really stupid. Do you think it will be safe when I get here? But I don't know that everyone here will become my 'storage grain'." In the bell tower, Baisus squatted inside with his tail shaking. In the dark area, there were only those red round eyes and the red circle behind him glowing a strait of red light.

"But it probably doesn't matter if they are used. As long as all the humans who are still outside are killed, they should be able to collect enough negative emotions, or even more than enough. However, there are really many people who are beyond expectations... If it weren't for the Dragon Knight before, I guess they wouldn't be able to gather so many people."

"If you still have a chance to see it, then it's really necessary to thank that guy."

Baisus had never considered the situation where the undead apostles he had manipulated would be defeated. Although he had previously earned a lot of low-combat waste due to military strength, he was still an immortal existence, and... just as powerful guys occasionally appear in humans, there were also some special guys among these undead apostles - such as the Banami.

She was just an ordinary girl during her lifetime, but she actually had amazing combat power. After being labeled as the apostle of Baissus, she was untied her shackles called "mercy", and her real combat power was finally discovered...

Although it is only a bit difficult for a real strong man, it is more than enough to just be a tool to massacre these weak things here.

Like an ordinary domestic cat playing, Baisus gently bounced the broken rocks on the ground with his cat's claws, and shot it on the clock gear connector that was constantly rotating in the pavilion.

"Dangdangdangdang..." The clock of the huge bell tower in the central college pointed to twelve o'clock at noon, and it sounded heavy and solemn bells as usual... But then, the pointer never continued to walk.

As if time has passed, the city has reached the end of life...

"Let the time stop here... This city is already 'dead', so it's twelve o'clock." The whisper from the dark pavilion, and at the same time, the intermittent "ticaca" sounds of clock gears stuck by stones.

Class B, a first-grade magic department, as the cute stall in the Magic Girl Cafe, has now become a place where minced meat and corpses are spread everywhere. It is like a scene that has been destroyed by magic issued by hundreds of people. It is hard to imagine that someone will survive.

There is only one person who made such an attack, and there is only one person who survived such an attack - as if it was a fateful showdown.

A blonde head fell to the ground, but it was weirdly without any blood. It seemed that only the head of a doll prop fell.

But the head that fell to the ground rolled, and at the same time it made a sound: "Ah... the head fell down again."

An indifferent tone.

A pair of slender hands that belonged to the girl came over, and the white shirt sleeves were stained with blood. It was this hand that picked up the head that fell to the ground and pressed it back to the neck of the head - Banami. She used to be the object of her juniors' longing for, but now she is just a weapon and tool for Baissus to appreciate.

Although she was not voluntarily, she had removed the shackles called "mercy" at this time and showed her combat effectiveness far beyond her life with the forced killing procedures.

The gentle girl in the past was the cruel Shura at this time.

At this time, the only one who fought against the "Shura" with a gentle smile was a girl of similar age. Due to the fierce battle, the hairband tied with her hair on one side had already taken off. As for the magic girl's clothes on her body were also torn. There may be scars on her delicate skin, but they were also tiny scars cut by splashed gravel...

Never received any direct attack! In other words, facing the attack of the person in front of you, the pink-haired girl actually completely dodged.

This spell is indeed flawed in melee combat... Looking at the school girl in front of him, Banami smiled with satisfaction.

"I didn't disappoint, Madoka." said with a smile, just like the gentleness he had before his death.

"Study...sister." Madoc murmured. Although she completely avoided the previous attack, the huge physical energy consumption still made her half-kneel on the ground. The attacks were too frequent. Now the senior sister who completed the spell was like a turret that was emitting dense barrage all the time.

The numerous numbers completely make up for the single-shot defect that the rifle needs to be reloaded, and there is no other way except to directly attack the caster.

But, attacking the senior sister... how can this be done?!

Perhaps it is the best choice to retreat at this time and exit the battle, but the figure that she has always longed for makes her unable to leave here.

The contradiction seemed to form two walls, clamping Madoka tightly in the middle. If this continues... it will definitely die!

"The cat who killed me before seemed to have the spell to summon the person he had killed to this world as an apostle fighting for it." Banami said, and at the same time as her gentle words, there was also the dense sound of rifle loading - completely unrelated to her original intention, and her body still followed the instructions of constantly killing the creatures she saw in front of her.

"Senior sister... don't lose to the person who controls you!" The sound of loading made Madoka feel chilled in her heart - it's about to start again! The sadness in her heart feels even more intense.

Why did things develop like this? Is it a nightmare?!

"It seems that I was swallowing my soul, and after some procedures, I spit it out, so that the spit out soul is attached to the shell made of purely local materials, so that all those who have been swallowed by it become puppets to fight for it... But my words seemed to be because my head and body were separated before death. Now my head is not under its control, so I can communicate with you different from other undead people, but that's all." Ignore Madoka's words.

After Banami told Madoka what he knew about the spell that acted on him, countless black muzzles pointed at the school girl in front of him again - he never thought that his muzzle would still be pointed at the thing he hoped to protect...

Too ironic!

"I... don't lose to the person who controls me? Sorry, if I can, I wouldn't want to do such a thing until death." When Banami said this, she seemed to recall her sorrow. She thought that she had already dyed her hands with blood, and she would never shed tears.

"Hug... Sorry." Finally, he realized that he had said too much and senior sister's words, Madoka hurriedly apologized, but as soon as he finished speaking, a holy light bullet struck his cheek and tear a blood mark.

This moment of life and death immediately made her sweat--the senior sister in front of her would never stop attacking anyway.

"And if you really want to say something you can't lose, it's you." Banami, who said this, returned to her original tone.

"Because, you can't lose to sadness..."

Don't lose to sadness...Madoka murmured and fell into silence.

"Madoka, you have always been looking forward to me? Then at least, I will get rid of this situation. Even if I die, I will not hurt everyone."

Even though Banami said the words that made the other party defeat her, her movements did not stop at all, as if she perfectly interpreted the saying "There is no father and son on the battlefield".

Eighty percent of the ice rifle was eliminated, and only a few left at this time, the defect of insufficient movement in close proximity was also changed, and two of them were held directly in their hands - this was a trick that Madoka had never seen Banami use before. It seemed that the senior sister was about to show herself the side of her single-handed combat.

"Madoka, we will have a fight in the end..." The senior sister holding two guns and floating around her seemed to be about to start a gorgeous dance: "If you really look forward to me."

"One day, I will realize that I have arrived in front of me..."

"At that time, the battle will become our most direct confirmation method." Banamei's soft eyes reflected the silent Madoka ahead.

"Did this day come early? Did it come too early?" Banami continued to say to herself, and the magic power that began to surge in her body was so strong that it almost reached the level that the naked eye could see - a terrible talent!

Unexpectedly, such a powerful guy, such a shining gem, emitted its true light only after his death!

"Madoka, what do you think?!" Banami suddenly raised her tone -Madoka, I need your answer this time!

At the same time, the right hand holding the gun stretched out, pointing the muzzle straight at the pink-haired girl in front of her, and then... the sound of loading!

"It's early, nothing is there..." The voice from Madoka who had been lowering his head just now said heavily. Because she was lowering her head, she could not see the expression she was carrying at this time.

"Is it...?" Although the other party's words were a little beyond his expectations, Banami chuckled with relief.

If it is true, it would be great. This way, regardless of whether I can stop me, at least, since I have surpassed me, I will not hurt you against my will. Banami pulled the trigger - let me confirm it a little.

"Or it's my turn that I've surpassed you, my senior sister, although it's on a different path." Without avoiding it, Madoka still said heavily, stretching out his slender right hand and spreading his palm, as if he wanted to take the holy light bullet that could penetrate through the stone wall with his flesh palm alone.

Looking at the actions of the junior girl in front of him, Banami frowned and resisted this... it was impossible. Perhaps a powerful warrior could do this, but Banami did not think that Madoka was a senior warrior. At the same time, she wanted to use the magic barriers that were blessed by ordinary magicians to block this attack with the special effect of "dispelling" is even more a joke.

Since that's the case, why do you still do such a thing? You've obviously known for a long time that this is not a skill that can be resisted!

The speed of the holy light is amazing, among which the most powerful holy light attack with compressed programs is!

Just as Banami thought, the attack she made had hit the opponent... But after the bursting sound, Madoka's open small palm was almost damaged - the attack that was enough to blow up the entire arm only left a red light injury in her palm, and the range of being hit was blue smoke.

"...I have overcome the sorrow." The silent man once again heard the quiet words.

But at this time she had raised her head, and what was in her crystal pupils was a firm will!

Madoka: "Senior sister... let you see, now I am! Just such a magical girl may violate your aesthetics."

Is this like this? Beautiful eyes! With the idea of ​​gladness, Banami controlled the floating rifle around her and started a ruthless volley!

After the dense sound of beans, what was left was Madoka who was completely hit by all attacks... However, her body was broken only because of being hit, and some of her clothes were broken, and there was no major damage to her body.

"I... have poor admission grades, do you know?" Without any attack, Madoka let these compressed powerful attacks hit her without any damage, and she hoped to explain some problems.

"In terms of elements, I just reached the level of just being recognized and admitted, and it can be said that apart from the superior magic power, my talent in magic is useless." Madoka continued.

"...Even if this is the case, do you want to become a magic girl?" asked Banami, starting a merciless loading sound again.

"Yes, even so, I have to become a magic girl, in order to pursue the person for him." Madoka stared at the person ahead with a bright look: "Since you can develop your own unique spell, I have this idea for the reason of imitating the people who long for you."

"It is different from ordinary magicians who emphasize the release of magic power and release powerful spells... The spell I developed is to directly seal the magic power in the body. In this way, even if a magic barrier is formed, it will only be under the surface of the skin. The effect of the light-dispelling magic that you are proud of is to disrupt the combination of magic power in the spell you are exposed to, thus achieving the spell invalidation effect..."

"So, if you cannot directly contact, the dispersion effect will not take effect. In other words, your attack can only work on the surface of my skin from beginning to end, and then it will be blocked by the magic barrier that I play... As we all know, the strength of the magic barrier has nothing to do with elemental talent, and in terms of magic alone, I am stronger than you!" Madoka stared at the front seriously, and finally it was my turn to save you.

"What about the natural enemy... senior sister."

"Ah... awesome spell." Banna smiled happily, but something seemed to be missing in her eyes: "But just that... it's not enough."

As if he was about to explain something again, Madoka raised his hand again...

A random punch was swung on the wall next to it, and the thick wall actually stepped on it, as if it was hit by a heavy hammer, rather than a slim punch of the girl: "So that's what I said. I may have violated the aesthetics of your magic girl, senior sister, and sealed this skill to this day... Use a lot of magic to strengthen your physical fitness, and cooperate with the magic barrier that perfectly protects yourself, so that I can do any action like a warrior!"

"Strictly speaking, I am just a magic now, just changing the element as a medium to the caster himself..."

"This is a skill that is qualified to use only with magic power that surpasses ordinary people. This is the magic girl who holds extreme physical attacks!" Madoka hits each other with both fists.

Even if you use this, it doesn’t matter if you go against your original intention, but now you have a reason that you cannot defeat and must be defeated!

This is Madoka's ultimate skill.

What is the ultimate skill? Madoka thought about it for a long time, but finally found out that if the ultimate skill is a skill that is understood for the sake of strength, it is better to say that it is the holy sword you have to hold when you encounter something you must do!

The forbidden killing skill that brings lost close friends to the right path!

“This recoiling technique.”

"Diet in one turn..."

"No mistakes are allowed!"

Madoka made a strong speech!
Chapter completed!