Bang!
Since deciding to end the fight within three minutes, Sen Getsusa injected all the Spell Power she had accumulated over several days into her body.
The overflowing power made the girl's attacks faster and faster!
Amidst the flashes, black insect limbs and silver daggers intersected, striking intense sparks, and radiating circles of shockwaves!
Sen Getsusa leaned down to dodge the horizontal slash of the insect limb, pressed her right hand onto the ground, and struck Hayami Mari's chin with her left leg like a rapier—
The opponent clearly staggered and fell backward!
Come on—
[Curtain Call]!
Her skirt flared like blooming black petals, and surgical knives continuously appeared in Sen Getsusa's palm.
Silver lines traced distinct trajectories, hitting Hayami Mari's body like falling meteors!
First strike: piercing the neck!
Sen Getsusa withdrew her hand, lightly swept her waist, and her left hand sliced horizontally like a whip!
Second strike: severing the throat!
Third strike: chopping off the left arm!
The girl's arms swung flexibly, and her body, like a falling leaf, dodged the insect limb's cleave, cutting through the target's neck like a vortex!
Swish!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the wound sprayed a large amount of black fluid, exposing tiny rhomboid insect bodies and hairy tentacles on the severed shoulder surface.
The insect limb spun and flew away.
Fourth strike: penetrating the Heart!
Fifth strike: shattering both eyes!
The black skirt danced, and the flowing silver deftly shuttled between the girl and the monster. Layers of almost visible shockwaves spread out, and the ground beneath their feet gradually cracked.
Black fluid splashed—left arm, right arm, calves, eyes—
Sen Getsusa was like a skilled artist of dismemberment, performing a bloody and frantic Dance of Destruction in the sight of Hannya and Minagawa Akane!
The relentless, high-speed attacks caused the descending the mist to rapidly lose its mystery and Swarm. After its arms disappeared, it could no longer fully maintain a human form.
Suddenly, a human face gradually condensed on the girl's chest.
Countless leaf-like, rhomboid, black, shiny insects bulged beneath the skin, horrifying and nauseating.
That was Hayami Mari's face.
Unlike the body controlled by the mist, the face on the chest truly held Hayami Mari's expression, and the tone emanating from the chest cavity was lifelike, just like the girl herself.
In the gap between the surgical knife swings, she spoke sadly to Sen Getsusa.
"Tsukisa..."
"Mama...!"
Poof!
A dagger accurately stabbed the human face bulging from the insect body... "One hundred twenty-four, one hundred twenty-three..."
Sen Getsusa manipulated the blades without the slightest concern, her inhuman expression showing only a rare coldness and indifference. She silently counted the seconds, tapped her toe on the ground, and pushed herself away.
"One hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-one..."
A card was thrown out horizontally, and in the air, deep Crimson Chains pierced the target like lances!
cyttorak's Crimson Bands!
Amidst the clanking sound of metal friction, several crimson bands bound Hayami Mari's body... Immediately afterward, the girl turned her palm upward and spread her hand open in front of her—
The ground underfoot turned into a soft lake surface. As it rippled, the rock became like Water, condensing into massive spikes!
When they grew to the ceiling, they bent, all aiming at the bound Hayami Mari below!
Mirror Dimension Manipulation!
The stone lances stood towering above, and with a wave of Sen Getsusa's hand, they violently smashed toward the ground!
Boom—
Bang bang bang!
Large fragments of rock and dust were kicked up. The entire floor was rendered precarious by the impact of Sen Getsusa's spell, scattering rock fragments and roaring loudly!
At this moment, Hayami Mari's body no longer retained a human form—her skull split open, replaced by two massive, widely spaced compound eyes.
Two rows of short feet belonging to some kind of insect pierced the skin on her chest. Her thighs were gone, and countless maggots pushed slickly underneath, piling up into a viscous mound.
"Hoo..."
Sen Getsusa gasped heavily; the intense attack had left the girl slightly fatigued.
"Offer... offer your flesh..." Dragging its broken body, the monster retreated a few steps as if afraid—it drifted toward Hannya, extending an arm made of multi-legged larvae toward the man's head... "Of course!"
"I am willing to pave the way forward for you!"
Hannya knelt with his head bowed, his tone fervent and insane!
—No.
—It cannot be allowed to replenish itself again.
Sen Getsusa raised her hand, aiming at the ground beneath Hannya's feet.
The ground instantly began to shake, waves spreading out in circles, and the rock slabs immediately turned into liquid!
"No! the mist!"
Hannya raised his hands, trying to grab onto something, but like someone sinking into a swamp, he was slowly submerged within the vast steel and concrete.
"Go to the second floor."
Snap.
The space recovered. Sen Getsusa lifted the knife in her hand and aimed it at the monster, which was on the verge of shattering.
"You have forty seconds left. Can you get out of this Plane?"
Seemingly aware of the ritual's incompleteness and its own failure, the mist offered little further resistance. Its meaningful words echoed in Sen Getsusa's mind:
"You cannot stop the infiltration of Chaos."
"The barrier of this World has disappeared. Next, more and more Chaos Creations will enter here."
"In Their eyes, your World is more like a brain that constantly emits an enticing, fishy fragrance."
"Fishy fragrance?" Sen Getsusa stopped, her small face wrinkled. "Is it the kind I'm thinking of? Your tastes are truly strange. Should I be glad that the monster sirs don't like seafood soup?"
Without waiting for a reply, the Vulgar-mouthed Girl crossed her hands, and the short knives chimed softly!
Cling—
Silver radiance entangled the mist's body!
This time, the wounds on the remaining limbs and body no longer sprayed black fluid but instead began to dissipate white mist.
mystery decayed, energy exhausted.
The Fungal Mats remaining on the ceiling and walls gradually hardened and became brittle in Sen Getsusa's sight, peeling off naturally like paint.
Thick fog wrapped around the mist's remaining body, and then, little by little, it was scattered by a nearly imperceptible wind—
Like Water quietly disappearing into Water.
The unsuccessful ritual meant this creature from Chaos failed to fully descend. Harboring unwillingness, it stared intently at the distorted, blurry figure before it until it finally dissipated.
Phew... Finally.
Everything was over.
The girl stood still, silently lowering her head.
After the pale ashes were scorched, a sense of pain vibrated through the space, and countless grotesque roars gradually faded away.
Only a pale golden hair clip remained on the floor.
That was a small gift Sen Getsusa had personally given to that silly girl some time ago.
Hayami Mari... I'm sorry... I failed to protect you.
Sen Getsusa felt a slight blockage in her Heart.
Weighing the knife handle in her hand a few times, Sen Getsusa, for the first time filled with anger, shifted her gaze to the last remaining trouble.
The woman wearing the Heart mask.
—Unexpectedly, the opponent calmly raised her hand, took off her mask, and opened a huge slit in her mouth, swallowing the mask whole.
Teacher Minagawa?!
The girl was startled. Just as she was about to lift her leg, a rapid sound of footsteps came from the doorway—
Thump thump thump thump thump—!
"Don't move!"
"Hands up!"
"Put the knife down! Down!"
Roars came from behind Sen Getsusa. The girl turned back and saw several figures standing not far away.
Tojo... Aoi?
Sen Getsusa spotted the short-haired girl immediately.
Why is she here?
Five people raised their guns as if facing a formidable enemy, aiming straight at Sen Getsusa. Among them, the leading man was as bulky as a Kuma, and with a solemn face, he took two steps forward.
"Masquerade Ball?"
Sen Getsusa shook her finger. "Are you referring to those guys wearing masks?"
The leading man didn't care what Sen Getsusa said. He used his free hand to point at himself, then pointed distantly at Sen Getsusa.
"Japan Ritual Institute First Support Squad, Captain White Torch."
"Ritualist, drop your mystery and put down your weapon!"
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