Deep in spaceti turbulence, Dark Fairy stronghold.
Rumble!
Queen's Guard Captain Roxanne waves her hand, magic power torrents gathering like blades. Crack—she cuts off a branch once severed from World Tree, countless Dark Fairies on it thrown into spaceti vortexes with unknown fate.
Her attacks don't stop, continuously hunting the traitors. Powerful Dark Fairies try to counterattack but are blocked by Queen's Guards.
Suddenly a crimson stream of light makes Roxanne frown—magic barrier.
The impact waves from both sides' struggle make even spaceti disordered, collapsing in all directions. Those endless turbulent flows actually show faint distortion phenona.
Since Laetitia launches surprise attack for a decisive battle, the dignified Queen's Guard Captain won't miss the opportunity either. The mont their gazes et, intimidation clashes first. Absolute resonance centered on themselves seizes the world's magic power—this is a contest between two domains.
Combat at the world's peak corner.
Surrounding fairies must retreat to avoid accidental injury.
At Laetitia and Roxanne's level, they're second only to the world's strongest ranks. When Great Disaster Beasts and Fairy Queen stand together at the pinnacle without clear victor, they're undoubtedly invincible. One exchange suffices to destroy a space region.
Orseya shouts: "Everyone avoid, stay far away, don't get too attached to fighting. Our goal is destroying this stronghold."
"Yes ma'am."
"Be careful shielding magic fluctuations—don't give Disaster Beasts a chance to support them."
This operation invests World Tree Realm's main forces—a thunderous strike after years tracking traces, ensuring maximum results.
Should thank Dark Fairies for making the wrong move, failing to control space type's strongest magic. That battle descending on Planet Gaia accelerated, exposing their own coordinates.
The Salvation Church as an ally is truly reliable. Clearly once facing Dark Fairies alone, yet rescued Magical Girl Peony and affiliated forces, imdiately opening up the situation. Then they absolutely won't disappoint Hyacinth's sacrifice.
"redith, where the hell are you running!"
Capturing a familiar aura, Orseya grits her teeth, intimidation locking on. Though she can't leave command position, it doesn't prevent long-range attacks—the power gap between them is too great.
Indeed, the next mont redith suffers ntal impact and slight daze, then magic light bullets cover with bombardnt.
The battlefield is chaotic.
Hidden arrows are hard to guard against, not to ntion attacks affecting others everywhere. Slight guidance can teach lessons.
Simultaneously, another batch of fairy Queen's Guards finally cuts off World Tree's subsidiary branches. During past rebellion, these separatists took a piece, allowing free movent in spaceti turbulence, even building strongholds. Now the goal is removing fuel from under the pot—let's see what you do.
"Useless things, can't even guard this!"
Cursing aloud, Laetitia can't care anymore. Attacks from Roxanne grow stronger each round. Even injured, she doesn't mind—simply mad.
"Today Dark Fairy strongholds must be completely destroyed. You either return to World Tree accepting punishnt, or completely fall into Disaster Beast pollution. Or fight honorably to the death now. Co."
"Don't get cocky."
They once again fight desperately together—not just new and old grudges, but also the determination of route disputes.
Since each chose their way to survive doomsday, can't bla others. Resolutely carry through to the end, like now—
Both sides already harbor death resolve, willing to offer lives for this mont.
So the might of two top fairy powerhouses vents increasingly unreservedly, shaking World Tree branches, even making turbulence reverse. This requires extrely strong resonance—simply forming independent small worlds. No one present can impose restrictions anymore.
Splash!
Suddenly dark, unfathomable aura from afar infects the sky, instantly swallowing a small space region. Everything visible bears this deadly pollution.
Imdiately fairies faint, entire bodies emanating dark magic erosion.
Everyone stops moving at once. No mistake—this might is unique in the world. re observation brings pollution. The mont thoughts arise, its gaze also traces back. Accompanying Great Catastrophe's figure—incomparable.
A claw presses the shielding barrier—stone-like skin with reptilian roughness. Those muscle lines gently exert force.
Hundreds of thousands of fairy techniques shatter responsively.
The newcor reveals full appearance—a white evil dragon comparable to small satellites, sculptural form. Growing two pairs of wings, flight shakes rolling intimidation, all phenona retreating. Snake-like long neck extends, then divides into three dragon heads. Those cold gazes actually let people read a trace of smile:
"How can I let you attack my friends? Co, Laetitia, bring your people to ."
Dead silence.
When Great Disaster Beasts speak, who dares oppose? Figures walking from destruction's apocalypse inspire terror—one glance loses fighting will.
Hearing this, Laetitia gestures for Dark Fairies to gradually retreat.
Roxanne at close range frowns deeply, heart filled with conflict. Fight Pollution Saint Dragon now? This elite force would be completely lost—wouldn't she beco a sinner?
At least accomplished the mission of destroying strongholds. Should she withdraw while ahead...
"By the way, before I awakened, Magical Girls ca attacking." Three dragon heads respectively survey: "I sensed transcendent ancient aura from her—want to reminisce. Do you have clues?"
"There's nothing you seek here."
Roxanne answers neither humbly nor arrogantly, actually locking all qi chanisms ready for desperate strike anyti. Pollution Saint Dragon lazily rolls its eyes, lacking interest.
"You should know I can only be active at era's end—never making friends. Very boring. Who understands ?"
The regretful Great Disaster Beast straightens its figure—sculptural body gives muscular beauty sense. Three heads held high, four wings spread. Accompanying sorrowful roar, red lightning covers thousands of miles, not targeting any specific object—just one venting sigh threatening to destroy the world.
It stops abruptly. The heads unanimously stare toward one direction—perception far exceeding everyone present discovers the target first.
"Stop going mad."
An erald figure breaks through space, reaching here—flower fairy form comparable to Great Disaster Beast's size, virtually a walking World Tree. re existence provides surrounding pure life force nourishnt, without exception applying spring-like protection to every living being.
Sensing pollution aura, Lilith imdiately rushes over despite incomplete recovery—worst situation:
Great Catastrophe source energy finishes brewing in dark worlds, sufficient to support Pollution Saint Dragon's activity. So this harbinger arrives.
No one expected the Great Catastrophe to visit so suddenly—the Dark Fairy encirclent operation is obstructed.
Three dragon heads simultaneously laugh heartily with thunderous force: "How long since we t, Lilith? I bear so much pollution thanks to you, always fiddling with dangerous toys."
"Delaying your awakening suffices."
"You're not in complete state now, right? Afraid I'll kill you here now? End this tug-of-war."
The flower fairy's Origin projection smiles charmingly, retorting: "You're the sa. If I add Queen's Guards, enough to severely wound you. Want to try?"
"My hands itch."
Next mont, Pollution Saint Dragon attacks without warning, raising crimson lightning with Disaster Beasts' most renowned destructive attribute magic power. This move changes heaven and earth—that resonance forcefully drags spaceti turbulence to charge at enemies together.
Facing sudden assault, Lilith's expression doesn't change. Both hands cup flying flowers—scattered magic power takes root and sprouts, counterattacking.
Both sides imdiately unleash most conventional yet effective thods.
These long-separated ceiling dual pillars hold nothing back—must test each other's condition. Seemingly greeting but actually extrely dangerous. If either shows weakness, the other will be determined to eliminate the mortal enemy.
Their power collision continues without restraint, continuously supplying—Origin projection ets sculptural flesh, destructive magic ets life magic. Must fight satisfyingly.
Below, fairies imdiately fly at full speed, doing everything possible to distance from battle center.
What majestic scene—in their view, the fatally dangerous ti turbulence actually reverses as an attack component, brilliant and beautiful.
Resonance sufficient to usurp world energy operation.
This is possible?
Two current world's most top powerhouses slaughter each other, greeting with killing after years apart, never holding back. Must test who can kill whom today—probe your depths!
Interlacing figures create rainbows. That massive volu doesn't affect ultra-high speed movent—eyes and perception can't keep up.
Under such kinetic energy, collision with planets regardless of injury would devastate all life. They grow faster and faster—wind pressure alone can penetrate any barrier. Seeing this, fairies must continuously increase distance.
The stage belonging exclusively to highest-tier power allows no interference—concerning an era's direction.
At this mont, Orseya and Roxanne exchange glances, making decisions. Other Queen's Guards similarly nod—if Great Disaster Beast shows any fatigue, they'll swarm attack.
Seizing opportunity, Laetitia gathers people to leave.
Suddenly fairies are slightly stunned, unanimously looking upward—ink color completely dyeing, accompanying catastrophic Disaster Beast aura roaring threats. Energy tides from the Great Catastrophe rapidly spread. This process is actually lengthy, but re prelude fills with terror.
All worlds including World Tree will passively enhance magic upper limits—actually magic forcibly distorting.
Thud!
After another exchange, Pollution Saint Dragon and Fairy Queen respectively retreat several steps, wounded to different degrees. But they're certain—very difficult to take down opponents. At least it would seriously affect own strength—not worth it. Not ti yet, moreover...
"You can't kill , I can't kill you either. But every action you take, I'll trigger catastrophe earlier." It says eerily.
"That's because you haven't realized what I've gained through repeated struggles."
Lilith smiles knowingly.
Pollution Saint Dragon snorts coldly: "Whatever self-comfort—anyway this ti I'll destroy everything except World Tree, then slaughter you all. See you then."
Just as words fade, it flaps wings and vanishes into void.
Originally preparing to pounce, catastrophic Disaster Beasts tremble at commander's roar, retreating en masse. But this isn't good news—probably changed targets.
"Very sorry, Your Majesty. We failed to complete the mission." Roxanne bows slightly.
"No, you did very well. At least destroyed World Tree branches and eliminated or captured many rebels."
Despite words, Lilith's expression isn't good. Enemy departure reveals such gravity—actually many things have escaped control. Where to go? Those Magical Girls still lack so fire—enough to catch up with decisive battle in ti?
"We must attack."
The Queen's decisive decision slightly stuns all fairies. Indeed, historically never cases of them actively attacking, but Anemone's hunting actions undoubtedly demonstrated—why not?
Should launch decapitation operations killing Great Disaster Beasts. Without its guidance, Great Catastrophe won't concentrate and dissipate—spreading among parties feels better.
Frankly, it's a natural phenonon. Deliberate guidance produces catastrophe versus normal—should eliminate powerful individual Disaster Beasts that can serve as carriers.
Roxanne murmurs: "This must be very difficult."
"We've never attempted—good thod, but attacks need more combat power." Orseya responds.
"So Salvation Church must hurry. Strongest magic users suffice."
Lilith believes current Magical Girls indeed welco prosperity—under chaotic suppression, still forcibly opening paths. Most special is unity around Hyacinth. Sands of Ti that never served as strongest magic before? What will it bring?
Variables arrive.
She orders: "Separate so forces for continuous assault harassnt of Disaster Beasts, master their movents. Don't let them run around attacking to contain us—buy ti."
"For whom are we buying ti?" Roxanne doesn't understand.
"With Anemone's power joining hands with Hyacinth, plus world magic upper limit rising, that group of geniuses' breakthrough speed will exceed Disaster Beasts' calculations... I guess they're also dividing forces for harassnt. Let's do this."
"Indeed an idea, but I think Magical Girls can't be main attackers. Your Majesty, this is too risky."
"I'll also participate then. Though can't kill Pollution Saint Dragon, eliminating so catastrophic disasters isn't problematic. War isn't one-on-one arena matches—we must exhaust everything for victory."
"Alright, but if catastrophic disasters reach Planet Gaia during this period, World Tree probably can't spare hands for support."
"No problem—the Church can hold."
After tactical arrangents, fairies boost morale. Finally don't need to worry constantly about being beaten—should actively attack them.
Lilith bears most pressure formulating this series of plans.
Adopting strategies completely different from the past—what will this bring? No one knows. Looks more like she's adapting to situational changes, also using random punches to break open situations—can't be called special thods. Is this right?
Do one's best, know your fate. Anyway, what she can do is already the limit. Rest depends on allies' answers. So far, Salvation Church has been very reliable.
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