The Pope hands over materials.
Hibiscus looks—surprisingly "Underground City Cri Investigation" with actually more thorough content, covering stability, organization, even psychological health aspects. Suddenly transferring underground doesn't an envying others—conversely bearing enormous upheaval.
Can civilization ultimately accept completely underground life?
No one knows the answers—only clear that adjustnt periods will be quite intense, not much better than facing infected bodies on the surface.
The worst result is both sides collapsing together, both perishing, ultimately proving neither correct.
Taking ten thousand steps back, current plans are all based on "post-Great Catastrophe survival possibilities"—actually? No evidence suggests any complete organization can endure baptism.
So the Pope fills with anxiety—now they've lost daylight, what else will they lose? All sources lie in Pollution Saint Dragon—must eliminate Disaster Beasts.
"I understand."
"Lord Hyacinth's strength is evident—probably our few remaining hopes. Actually I have post-plans—if you win, Holy City Association will fully transfer resources supporting your order... does this sound sowhat boastful?"
"Having your escort reassures us."
"Rest assured, Bull and I, though not skilled in warfare, have so experience in organizational managent—best at handling aftermath."
Saying this, he laughs heartily—once operated on damage caused by kings.
Originally strongest Holy Relics hadn't reached levels ignoring all rules, while now Withering Stage Magical Girls transcend normalcy like deities.
How to face new era difficulties? Win first then talk.
The group quickly passes Earth-Moon orbital elevators reaching white wasteland—scattered buildings small but complete, exactly like the lunar research base and also Holy City Association headquarters region, simultaneously bearing relic excavation and control missions.
Quite magnificent.
Childhood Hibiscus like ordinary children faced outward—looking back at blue world from here truly vast, boundless. Regardless of power possessed, still admiring—how majestic.
"Ten years ago we said soday we'd co see, right?" Nan Zhiyi sighs.
"You rember clearly."
"Every promise-treated word I rember clearly, also fulfilling one by one. I believe victory promises no exception."
"Of course." Silver-haired girl seriously nods: "Let's begin. Except Anemone and , others help accelerate evacuation work—stay far avoiding friendly fire. Pope, open seals."
Since the famous Hyacinth spoke, indeed can't delay—brought so many ace forces besides observation also ensuring their cooperation.
Everyone's not stupid—attacking ruins sites equals Holy City Association's foundation removal, losing assets.
Even now soone jumping out opposing wouldn't surprise.
No matter.
Magical Girls comply—everyone already scattered displaying divine powers directly uprooting and preserving entire bases for transport. Agreed on racing ti, can't let you waste effort. Now Ancient Holy Relics must prepare to abandon forr headquarters bases.
The determined Pope imdiately uses authority opening sealed relic barriers—humming sounds as arc light actively disperses.
Actually can't stop them.
Hyacinth just wants an attitude—otherwise his previous eloquent talk would all be empty words. Cooperation ans accepting costs, not just talk—everyone's paying for a decisive battle.
She exchanges glances with Anemone, ntal power extending downward.
As sealing relic layers successively release, auras thousand ters deep into planet gradually clarify—dense pollution almost condensing substantially.
"...Ti magic permanent effects sa as yours restricted dispersion signs."
"Could that actually be catastrophe energy?"
"Guessed right. I once fought them during the Great Catastrophe—indeed this energy reaction. In other words, things below are very ancient—intelligence correct."
"Staying on the surface useless—will disperse upward eventually anyway. Might as well actively attack."
Both confirm tactics then step together into channels, falling toward underground passages, letting gravity capture bodies continuously descending. Because moon lacks core, no temperature changes exist, but uncomfortable intimidation gradually intensifies.
Places that once excavated countless relics are actually ancient battlefields—ti changes buried too much, lowest layer is target.
Roar!
Suddenly below erges dragon phantom—sculptural scales throughout, opening bloody mouth emitting dense pollution breath sufficient for Origin erosion.
Magic power release, bombardnt—
Two energy collision aftershocks in mid-air shake planetary surface.
Even sneak attacks don't prevent battle-tested full-elent Magical Girls from easily countering—using shock waves against shock waves suffices. Regarding combat intuition, this level difficulty has no challenge.
Surface people wear serious expressions—never expected direct combat without warning, and aweso power.
Brief exchanges raise dust clouds—white dust sweeps sky, plus boulders escaping lunar gravity flying elsewhere. Causing earthquakes where no crustal movent exists—imaginable energy levels.
Now before Anemone and Hyacinth is underground cavern—surroundings show cavities from erosion, containing countless Disaster Beast remains.
But none compare to central arm's enormity.
Its scales peel off, flesh growing countless dragon-head appearances, releasing phantom streams rejecting all approachers.
Several eras passed, still doesn't prevent Great Disaster Beast flesh from harboring world malice, seemingly always plotting to break restraints creating disasters. This rely one arm—anyway Withering Stage Magical Girls admit unable to achieve such degrees.
"Scram!"
ntal storm mixed with roars—obviously unwilling to be disturbed.
"Can you contact here?" Hibiscus says eerily: "The great event ending everything approaches. I co declare war—begin."
Relative velocity circles expand!
Ti flow rate disparities bring edge cutting, forcibly peeling hard lunar rock like taking fish from water—just forcibly excavating from planet, instantly ascending thousand ters.
It naturally tries struggling, but gets firmly entangled by Puppet Show's puppet threads unable to move.
Two strongest magic-level control skills full force, making this severed arm unable to escape. Even instinctively heading toward main body direction, completely unable to shake opponents.
Since so, then exhilarating great battle—blurred consciousness decides.
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Disaster Beast world depths, central position.
Suddenly Pollution Saint Dragon roars skyward—surrounding ancient catastrophic disaster auras strengthen sowhat. One already awakened first—similar Great Disaster Beast posture, ancient dragon.
"Sir, what happened?" Long years can't delay its thinking—perception is extrely clear.
"My once-lost arm unsealed—Hyacinth plotting."
What!
Various Disaster Beast thoughts float—imdiately thinking of fusing Great Disaster Beast flesh advancing further. Don't forget most rose through mutual devouring—just traditional skills. Moreover, boss also encourages such behavior.
"...I know what you're thinking, but not so simple. Aura interference, previous spatial coordinates also useless—we need ti."
Ancient Dragon shakes head: "Forget it. Unless Magical Girls have higher stakes, we shouldn't act rashly."
"Right, but so will secretly act."
Two top Disaster Beasts exchange glances sighing—their race's organization and restraint too poor.
Even reaching catastrophic levels won't refuse Great Disaster Beast remains power—might advance further, after all normally no opportunities. Since reaching Great Disaster Beast complete form, Pollution Saint Dragon never injured—even facing internal challenge duels never wavered.
Critical mont problems!
Though they'll try suppressing subordinates from risking lives, also unclear if Magical Girls will raise stakes—then hard to say.
"But I'll remotely control my power striving for casualties—"
Saying this, Great Disaster Beast lies on teors closing eyes, while aura increases—obviously controlling the other side through powerful beyond-reason ntal power.
Moon.
Pollution Saint Dragon's claw backend flesh stops growing, instead beginning mutual adhesion into dragon—it has one huge disproportionate claw, actually regenerating complete body from within.
Even well-traveled Anemone's mouth twitches murmuring: "What regeneration power?"
"I've never seen this level recovery. Hyacinth, should we assu fighting it requires ensuring annihilation, otherwise any remaining flesh will revive?"
"Probably must estimate so."
Hibiscus like her doesn't rush attacking—because more intelligence Pollution Saint Dragon displays the better, treating as probe rehearsal.
Before them, dragon already completely beca flesh appearance—body surface even covered with scale armor. Except violating right front claw, basically rivaling main body. Anemone who witnessed this figure confirms.
"Are you underestimating ? You think what's strongest?"
Next mont dragon spreads wings—no breath or magic impact exists, just pure head-on collision. Massive form like lightning charges—
Boom!
Neither Hyacinth nor Anemone reacted instantly—first wave kinetic energy pierces magic barriers.
Passive defense shattering mont, world dyes gray-white. She grasps gothic dress girl's hand moving to other end—fortunately ti pause reacted or might've been injured.
If touched might suffer pollution erosion—even if not dead, difficult participating final battle. To avoid casualties must guard against.
"Thanks, this guy's fast enough."
"Magic explosion plus physical damage costs—no wonder, doesn't need caring anyway. Be careful."
Then she releases pause—next mont Saint Dragon roars charging over.
Seamless connection!
Post-Sands of Ti disorientation has no effect on it—instead Anemone slowed thousandth-second. Then only Hibiscus can resist—she pushes palm from distance. Origin projection arm harshly strikes target's cheek, spattering flesh.
This charge montum weakens—stopped mini-Great Disaster Beast has half face annihilated.
It recognizes quite sophisticated Origin explosion techniques—deep into bone marrow, directly blasting destroying targets. Seemingly counterasures, actually unfathomable strength.
"So-called strongest Magical Girl indeed has so ability. I admit this body inferior to you, but don't expect easy wins."
Saint Dragon surface spreads gray-black pollution power, constructing unique special phantoms—appearing vast boundless full of intimidation, clearly filling underground cavities.
Puppet threads!
Anemone won't give enemies showing-off opportunities—seizing gaps imdiately one control skill.
Being slow naturally can't dodge Hibiscus's another punch!
Rear legs thunderously annihilate, losing mobility.
Just now's instant charge was alarming—can't let it maintain complete posture, otherwise too dangerous.
Understanding this, both cooperate—Thousand-Ard, Hundred-Faced summons appear. Bamboo-like bodies forcibly wrap Saint Dragon restricting movent.
Since summons naturally not fearing re pollution, naturally act. In full-elent Magical Girls' hands simply miraculous—arms extending blades through scale gaps for thousand cuts.
This scene makes Hibiscus raise eyebrows—after all recently this move was also used on herself.
Suddenly Pollution Saint Dragon begins folding wings into sphere rolling around, thunderously hitting cave walls—rumbling響, earth-shattering, clearly showing escape signs.
"No good, here's too narrow restricting it—easily ssy."
"No need transferring—it'll act itself."
ntal power perception peaked Hibiscus already predicts enemy's next action—clearly breath tearing caverns.
Streaming light cuts planetary surface, splashing flas quickly extinguishing. Terrifying might forcibly splits ruins site in two—weak ones retreat.
Surrounding Magical Girls witness dragon breaking crust leaping into air, roaring with crimson thunder—actually creating thunderclouds in no-atmosphere regions, instantly sweeping bases.
Fortunately transferred.
Next mont they coordinate intimidation locking enemies—both sides' confrontation shocks worlds.
In night hemisphere regions, under clear skies lunar surface clearly visible, yet it emits wisps of thunder and gray-black magic power—evil and deadly. Just glancing feels shadowing pollution gripping hearts.
Great Disaster Beast power positioning basic coordinates, eager to try.
However facing Peony's chaos interference abilities destined futile returns—playing spatial abilities, Door-Key is strongest.
Expanding battlefield attempts also failed—lunar surface already shrouded with new false starry sky. Strongest domain type Small Universe firmly wraps this arena.
"Hyacinth, look at this lineup—truly assembled for you."
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