"Honestly, I've been guarding against your ti magic, but you don't seem to use it much. Why?"
Since it wasn't a life-or-death battle but focused on exchange and sparring, Peony asked when confused, hoping to find inspiration from the legendary oldest and strongest Magical Girl of this era.
Hyacinth slowed her offensive and restrained her power.
"For us strongest magic users, it's precisely magical performance aspects that are hard to distinguish superiority—what decides victory are factors beyond that."
"If being overwheld by absolute strength is one thing, why are your fighting skills so good?"
"The entire Church provides training resources. Sparring with various high-level opponents naturally makes you stronger. Though Zodiac Palace had combat opportunities, you lacked systematic training, right? Like just wanting to rest after great battles?"
Peony embarrassedly nodded: "You guessed right."
"No problem—not everyone has the Church's conditions. But I'll more fully demonstrate Magical Girls' confidence to you."
As her words fell, Hibiscus's pressure rose another level. Already-lit elents operated at full power, boosting magic to new output efficiency with overwhelming oppressive force.
Among all enemies Peony had fought, second only to Leticia.
Her mouth curved upward, eyes brightening.
Magical Girls all had battle fanaticism—who wouldn't want to fight with absolute powerhouses? Since the Salvation Church Leader was willing to host generously, she had no reason to hold back—giving her all.
Door-Key's opened spatial doors filled her surroundings, rotating at high speed to form blades—a genuinely powerful attack skill:
Spatial Slash.
Using this level of lethality based on sparring was sufficient. The two kindred spirits both used second-tier output—threatening but not lethal. Ti for thorough collision, testing each other's ttle.
Two ti-space strongest Magical Girls demonstrated their power.
When Spatial Slash and Temporal Slash collided and annihilated, when origins pulled and shattered against each other, when stopping and teleportation's positional gas danced through the sky—all phenona overturned.
The sky seed to collapse, atmosphere revealing star-studded voids, covering the South Pacific.
Fruition Stage Magical Girls on Hermit Island looked at each other and unanimously charged barrier reinforcent, lest Hyacinth and Peony's aftereffects reach them. These two fought with increasing enthusiasm, output affecting ranges beyond normal—should pay more attention.
Boom!
Both sides' output intensity clearly rose another notch, neither giving ground, trading blows. The special nature of ti and space systems made users co and go freely—even effective observation was difficult.
For the participants it was even more challenging, requiring what level of reaction, judgnt, and magic power to sustain.
Every powerhouse was asuring and calculating their own answers.
Yang Tao had different conclusions: "I've never seen such enthusiasm from Peony. She used to always be relatively resistant to combat—you might think it weakness."
"No, that itself was survival." Nan Zhiyi showed undisguised approval.
Manjusaka smiled: "Didn't you survive? And finally returned to your holand. Regardless, the results were good, so Miss Peony chose the correct path. Whether she decides to change now, she's completed her historical mission."
"Indeed..."
After pondering, Yang Tao felt relieved. Even if Peony still thought they should remain secluded, that was fine—everyone had their thods.
As for the absolute combat faction Jin Yulu and Tulip, they didn't express opinions. Though they advocated fighting to the end, they wouldn't look down on others because of it. Zodiac Palace's developnt to this point was comndable.
Strongest magic users had already ford routines with their own theories, viewing with appreciation, while other Magical Girls each gained enlightennt.
At this mont, Anri Sakagami and Ruan Manyue looked at each other.
"I never thought Door Knocker could affect oneself—perhaps I should try a different approach."
"Right, I'm also thinking about one thing: how to maintain spatial barrier precision wrapped around surroundings for offense and defense at all tis..."
"I really want to consult Miss Peony."
"There'll be plenty of ti later. I guess she'll be completely pulled in by senior Hyacinth."
Salvation Church mbers had witnessed their leader's charisma countless tis. The world-renowned super luxurious founding team was all single-handedly brought together by her. Initially thought it was luck, later discovering laboratory-origin Magical Girls, Rangers, fairies were all brought under her banner without exception.
Had to admit, so people just understood uniting more people. This core ability ant Hibiscus, who often didn't personally handle official duties, never diluted any authority.
Ruan Manyue suddenly asked: "Sister, don't you usually communicate and spar more with senior Hyacinth?"
"Yes, my high-frequency save slicing was learned from Sands of Ti's ultra-brief stopping, but she actually doesn't completely advocate magic."
"What do you an?"
"Our boss said long ago—origin transcends everything."
Ruan Xinyue pointed at the sky where vast projections covered the sea—dual deploynt similar to high-level domains: maintaining super-large projection while maintaining protective origin. Ordinary spatial attacks had little effect.
Every Magical Girl present clearly sensed Hyacinth was using this battle to familiarize herself with her two major elents, rapidly growing stronger.
The reason for being strongest was brilliant talent—this gift leading nurous powerhouses.
Facing the might directly, Peony's forehead dripped sweat, feeling the opponent's origin almost overwhelming magical effects.
Spatial types possessed very high special chanism priority levels with strong interference resistance. Generally spatial slashes, spatial distortions never missed, yet Hyacinth used vigorous origin to make them sink without trace.
Impressive enough.
This wasn't sothing achievable through battlefield inspiration—required day-to-day, year-to-year accumulation and mastery. Ordinary Magical Girls couldn't sustain the consumption.
Hibiscus and her projection smiled together: "Not bad, right? Don't you feel we still have hope?"
"Since we've all gone crazy to this point, let's see it through to the end."
Peony smiled and released magical pressure—obviously satisfied. Actually she wasn't just sparring with Hyacinth but witnessing potential. The opponent was a mirror reflecting her own future path.
Feasible—the strongest spatial Door-Key wasn't without possibilities. Even against the mighty Blasphemous Angel, battle wasn't impossible.
"A flash of inspiration feels good, right? Now you need to ditate on new elents."
"Going first."
Her figure disappeared into spatial doors—determined to seclude herself and properly organize this battle's gains.
When Hibiscus landed again, Peony suddenly popped her head out, announcing before everyone: "Almost forgot to say—from now on, Zodiac Palace joins the Salvation Church. We'll face the future together."
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South Pacific turbulence subsided.
News of the hasty coming and going reached United Forces Command, where everyone was already accustod to it.
Objectively speaking, that most open area had beco Hermit Island's permanent station. As the Salvation Church's frontline base and stage where powerhouses gathered, it lacked drills and sparring—daily fighting and commotion highlighting abundant martial virtue.
Not long ago they successfully intercepted Dark Fairies, then seamlessly transitioned to combat with Zodiac Palace. So what kind of Magical Girls were these?
Bull received new intelligence from Pasha.
The nun said quietly: "Actually we didn't investigate much—mainly relied on Managent Bureau-provided news to verify. Years ago there indeed was land that disappeared from teorite strikes... now it's not an unsolved mystery—it was caused by a spatial magic rampage."
The folder included so black and white photos, full of age spots.
Investigation thods were very limited then, technology insufficiently developed, so various absurd conclusions erged. Who could guess it was an early-awakening Magical Girl accident?
"Speaking of which, does Zodiac Palace leader Peony's battle with Hyacinth represent joining?" Bull was puzzled.
"Right."
"I'll probably never understand their unique communication thods."
Normal thinking would easily assu both sides fighting led to rupture, yet in fact the Salvation Church had small fights every three days, big fights every five days—no business ant training. Actually not mysterious—just military mode, no war ans training.
The key was Magical Girls' actions being too hardcore, casually liking to cause storms, naturally becoming a deterrent force reducing troubles.
"Regardless, it counts as a successful Salvation Church expansion. They're already orthodox representatives among supernatural groups—even fairies cooperate more closely."
Bull sighed: "How does Hyacinth do it?"
Incomprehensible—perhaps using charisma to explain was more reliable, repeatedly succeeding. A completely unknown, suddenly appearing Magical Girl Organization also willing to join—indeed not simple.
"Still worry about infection disease problems—many infection entities appearing everywhere need clearing."
"Better than Disaster Beasts."
"Though so, judging by Church and fairy movents, clearly Great Catastrophe rumors are true, but they seem to choose to fight to the end."
"Acting like we have places to hide—everyone has to fight anyway."
In ordinary eyes Bull was a scher full of various ill-intentioned plans, actually never hesitating when needing to fight desperately. Like last year's Holy Relic civil war when he attacked United Forces headquarters to control the center—also near-death. Doomsday wasn't scary; scary was facing it alone.
Magical Girls clearly were determined to resist head-on. So, what was there to fear? Everyone would face the final challenge together.
Comparatively, commanding vast systems, he hoped to coordinate and concentrate all forces, like pulling out secretly hidden guys to court cooperation...
He changed topics: "Any results from the Indian Ocean Theater investigation? How's the Holy City Association? If Holy Relics might face the Magical Girl Organization's attacks, be careful."
"Currently everything's smooth."
"Smooth isn't good news—we need more intelligence."
"Actually they found so clues, capturing special auras from lunar relic excavated artifacts." Pasha said seriously: "Its location points to Cairo."
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Domain magic Valley of Kings core area.
User Cockscomb walked in from a doorway. At the sa ti, ancient hero statues throughout the tomb seed to tremble with joy, welcoming imminent grand power. An extrely massive magic power was about to penetrate—had to be covered by top-tier domain magic.
Simultaneously, snack-loving duo Ageratum and Rabbit-ear Umbrella arrived via the latter's spatial teleportation.
One had extrely strong Knowledge Poison resistance, simply an aggregate, while the other could grab everyone to escape anyti—safety asures. Next depended on whether Anemone's action went smoothly, after all her mission was most dangerous.
Three fell silent—theoretically host Cockscomb was shy and didn't like talking, while Ageratum just focused on eating chips.
"You should worry a bit more—our boss went to hunt in the Disaster Beast world, even fighting Catastrophic Disaster Beasts. Very dangerous."
Rabbit-ear Umbrella looked worried.
Ageratum said indifferently: "No problem—don't forget who she is. A powerhouse who crossed from multiple eras, and we were chosen by such a person as top-talent Magical Girls. We can survive any crisis."
Despite seeming carefree usually, she had the most confidence in the organization.
Mythological powerhouses seed to all have strong loyalty, whether to people or beliefs—always unwavering. Perhaps precisely because of this were they the strongest frontal type.
"I don't really understand Disaster Beasts or legendary ark relics." Cockscomb murmured: "I just feel relics aren't necessarily reliable—after all, the previous era that created them was already destroyed."
Boom!
Suddenly the domain revealed a broken corner—a huge ship bow extending in.
Countless puppet hands crawled on it, joints stretching unknown distances like bamboo poles. Due to excessive numbers they looked like spiders, just crawling on relics and arriving through the domain.
One hand cradled a blood-soaked gothic dress girl—her blood and Disaster Beast blood, murderous aura overwhelming.
"I collected enough magic crystals and completed lighting all 12 elents of Withering Stage in the Disaster Beast world, still a bit short of my peak."
Everyone breathed relief.
"If not for Lilith being too curious with worldwide fate observation, having to fight her once, I would have awakened long ago. Detestable fairy." Anemone said angrily: "Fortunately it's still in ti—just need to adjust the relic."
Rabbit-ear Umbrella couldn't help asking: "Can it really work?"
"Previous era civilization didn't have ti to test, but no matter—we'll research it. What's important isn't whether it's reliable, but that we have no choice."
The Magical Girls fell silent—indeed so. Doomsday didn't give too many choices.
"Don't worry, I'll fix the ark even if it costs this life. Because I won't go to the next era—my long sentence should end. People without a fighting spirit can't occupy the strongest throne. This ship can have anyone's seat, just not one reserved for ."
"Why is this?"
"Where's Erena? I want to see her. The current should have chances to handle her situation."
Forcibly changing topics made several companions' expressions reluctant, though Ageratum, long ntally prepared, replied blandly: "She's with Lycoris—should be visiting the main body."
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